Wrong Part of Town

by

Paul G. Jutras

 

Robin was sick of her husband complaining about her nagging about his lack of direction and always getting them lost with his short cuts. She became so sick of it that she figured it was time to teach him a lesson the hard way.

"Where are we now?" Robin asked as she didn't recognize the area at all.

"We'll be home in five minutes," Roger said with a smile. "This short cut will get us there in no time"

"That what you said five minutes ago," She mumbled and began to chant a few words to herself. John thought it was strange that the words she was mumbling was different than the music being song on the radio. Yawning, he felt sleepy all of a sudden and pulled off the road to a slow stop.

"Where am I?" Roger thought as she found herself laying against a street light along a area of town he didn't recognize. As he tried to stand up he fell flat on his face and looked back to see a pair of five inch heels on a pair of dainty feet. A ringing got his sudden attention. Reaching into a near by purse, he pulled out a cell phone only to hear his own voice coming out the other end.

"Hello, Roger?" The voice said. "As you're aware by now, you and I have swap bodies. "I'm so sick of you getting us lost in the worst parts of the city and then occasionally breaking down in a spot I don't feel safe, I figured I'd give you a chance to make it back on your own."

"You don't mean it." Roger said as he couldn't get use to the pitch of his new voice.

"Once you get home we'll switch back don't worry." Robin said sweetly. "You don't think I want to give up the joys I have being over a woman for being you forever , do you?"

"Hey babe, you want a lift?" a bearded man in leather on a motor cycle said with a look at Robin's new breasts rather than new face.

"I…I don't think so." Roger said as he never felt so uncovered before. The cool breeze crossed his nylon coated legs and black mini skirts as he traveled in a blue sweater, black ankle socks and heels.

 

Going into a nearby pool hall wasn't Rogers best choice but seeing he had enough money for a taxi, he just wanted to get out of down town as fast as possible. He went in and found it awkward trying to sit on a stool without revealing a panty shot between his legs. As much as he wanted to get home, he needed a drink even more. By the third drink one of the guys beside him began to look better to him than when he had come in.

Roger soon found himself renting a hotel with the guy and on his back naked while their clothes tangled together on the floor as much as their own bodies tangled with each other. The guy was so pleased with they way Roger put out, he even paid for the taxi to take him home.

When he got home with a hang over; however, he found both the police and a ambulance in front of his house. He stumbled out of his wife's heels and toward the out in stockings that got torn from the guy tearing them off him to get at his new pussy.

"Are you Robin?" A police man asked?

"Yes," Roger panted, not knowing what else to say that would have put him in a straight jacket. "What happened to my..husband?"

"There was a break in at your house." The policeman said. "You're husband surprise him and was shot. I'm afraid he's dead."

"What!" Roger cried not sure which he couldn't believe most. That his wife was gone forever or that he'd be stuck in her body for the rest of his life. What he would soon find after he identify the body was that his little hotel stay had gotten him pregnant as well.

 

THE END

  

  

  

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