Freaky Fuckday

"Fuck yes!"

~Emily~

Emily sighed loudly as she worked in the stockroom at the back of the bookstore. She had been in here for the better part of the afternoon. This work would normally have been performed by one of Chris's subordinates but since so many employees called in sick today she had to do the work of inventorying books so the other workers could man the registers and assist customers.

Emily rubbed her sore back after lifting another box of books onto a shelf. She might have overestimated Chris's strength a bit. Speaking of Chris, he should be giving her presentation right now. Emily did trust him, but she would much rather be the one presenting at the meeting. Oh well, nothing she could do except hope Chris didn't fuck it up completely. To reassure herself that everything would be alright, Emily reminded herself of how calm and competent Chris was. It made her feel better to remember that he was typically the more levelheaded of the two of them.

Emily tried not to dwell on how insane a predicament she was in. Would she be stuck in Chris's body forever? Would they have to completely alter their lives to accommodate this unexpected change? Would they be able to make it like this or would they end up going their own separate ways in this strange, confusing new world they had become trapped within?

Emily's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a door swing open behind her. She looked back to see Debbie standing in the doorway staring at her. The blonde bimbo had been looking at Emily's behind while she was bent over trying to shove a box to the back of a shelf.

"You've got a cute little butt, Mr. Jennings," Debbie said with that infuriating smile plastered over her face.

"Shouldn't you be at register two right now?" Emily snapped. "Get back to work."

"Oh, I'm on my break," Debbie reassured her manager. "Fifteen minutes every four hours is our right as workers, just like you always said boss."

Debbie stepped closer to Emily who backed away instinctively while Debbie approached. Emily ran into a shelf behind her as Debbie closed in to quickly cleared the space between them. Trapped. Emily fumbled around in her pocket hurriedly. She had prepared for this but hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Especially not in a room by herself where she wouldn't be able to call anyone for help.

Debbie had a mad, dangerous glint in her eye as she filled the space separating her from Emily. Desire showed in her expression along with something unbalanced and unexplainable. No wonder Chris hadn't wanted to tell Emily about Debbie's obsession with him. Her behavior was borderline psychopathic and if Emily had known the truth she would have been goddamn terrified for her husband.

"Do you care for me, Chris?" Debbie asked earnestly. "I can call you Chris, right? Of course I can. You know how much I care for you, right? I always try to show you my love and desire for you."

Debbie's body nestled up against Emily's so that her breasts molded themselves to Emily's flat chest. Emily tried escaping but Debbie placed a hand on Emily's sternum and pushed her back against the shelf. Despite the fact that Emily possessed a bigger and stronger body than Debbie she was mortally afraid of this crazy girl. She wanted nothing more than to grab Debbie by the throat and throttle her senseless. But Emily knew how bad that would look for Chris if a man choked out a pretty young girl who worked for him.

"Debbie, this needs to stop," Emily said firmly. "Immediately."

"Always trying to push me away," Debbie said as she clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Don't you see how much I need you? Tell me you need me too."

Emily shook her head in even more fervent denial as Debbie wrapped her arms around Emily's waist.

"I want to be your nasty little slut, Mr. Jennings," said Debbie breathily as she drew close enough to lick and suckle Emily's neck. "Let me get down on my knees so I can stuff your prick into my mouth and show you what a good little cocksucker I can be for you. I'll let you shove your dick down my throat whenever you want."

Debbie reached her fingers down inside the waistband of Emily's pants so her fingers traced their way down Emily's buttocks over her boxers before Debbie brought her hands around to the front of Emily's pants to rest upon her thighs right near her crotch. Emily cringed as Debbie went far beyond the boundaries of appropriate behavior but she couldn't stop her. Not yet.

"Do you have a big cock?" Debbie whispered. "I bet it's really big. I'd have that long prick pumping your cum down my throat in no time and I promise I would swallow every last drop."

Debbie leaned in close and kissed Emily on the mouth. Debbie's tongue attempted to force Emily's lips apart but Emily's mouth refused to give way. Emily had never kissed another woman before and she supposed this should feel normal since she was technically a guy but it still felt weird to her. Debbie's lips were soft and full, very similar to Chris's actually. Her mouth tasted like cherries and madness. Debbie's lips were slightly parted and just begging for Emily's tongue to open them and enter Debbie's mouth. But Emily would never surrender to her.

When Debbie finally realized Emily would not be making out with her she broke the kiss and purred, "Mmm, that was so nice. I've wanted to kiss you for the longest time. You've been pushing me away for months but now I have you and you're mine. All mine. Don't start talking about your wife again like you always do when I'm trying to share my feelings. That's such an unbelievable turn-off when I'm seducing you. She doesn't love you like I do and that shrew can't please you the way I can either. I don't believe you when you say you still love her. Quit denying your heart and give yourself to me."

Ignoring her rage toward Debbie for a moment, Emily became filled with elation at knowing how Chris truly felt about her. He hadn't been cheating on her, and in fact had kept true to her even when this beautiful, but bat-shit crazy young girl threw herself at him. Chris really did love her! All of a sudden Emily felt fiercely protective of her man. She vowed to rescue him from this predicament that Debbie had entrapped him in.

"Got you tongue-tied, huh?" Debbie asked. "Seriously considering my proposal, are you? How about this? After I finish sucking you dry I want you to tear my clothes off, bend me over that table, and rape me right here. Make me beg you to stick your thick, juicy cock in all my holes."

"You're fucking insane," Emily said with disgust.

"Insanely in love with you is what I am," Debbie said sweetly.

A sinister look showed on Debbie's face right before she stuck a hand down the front of Emily's underwear. Emily gasped as Debbie's fingers wrapped around her cock and the sensations of warmth and firmness from Debbie's hand stimulated Emily's pleasure center. Emily was shocked to find herself becoming stiff and aroused. Men truly were pigs. Just a warm body pressed close and a few dirty words was all it took to make Emily's foreign body erect. Emily couldn't help herself from groaning as Debbie began tugging her cock up and down.

"Ugh, Debbie stop," Emily pleaded. "I didn't consent to this."

Debbie gripped Emily's penis tightly in her fist and as she squeezed it a tiny burst of precum squirted from the tip of Emily's cock and stained the back of Debbie's hand.

"Oh really?" Debbie asked with bemusement as she raised an eyebrow. "That sure feels like consent to me. But you're right, I'd better stop now. All your sticky icky cream is supposed to melt in my mouth, not in my hand."

Debbie took her hand out of Emily's pants and grabbed Emily's forearms. Emily had been keeping her arms spread back against the bookshelf that prevented her escape as she tried to keep herself as far from Debbie's touch as possible. But now contact was unavoidable as Debbie pulled down on Emily's hands and placed them upon Debbie's ass. Debbie pressed against Emily's hands that were resting upon Debbie's bottom until their bodies were squeezed together. Debbie grinded herself against Emily's crotch, rubbing against her prospective lover like a bitch in heat. Debbie reached down and unbuttoned the fly of Emily's slacks.

"I know you're a busy man so I can make this quick," said the clueless, deluded girl. "Let me take off my jeans and panties and I'll turn around and lean my bottom against you. Then you can just stick it in wherever you like until you get off. I know you really wanted my mouth on your cock too, so I'll just lick you clean when we're finished and then we can go right back to work."

Emily had to admit she briefly entertained the thought of hatefucking this slut and using her lengthy cock to punish the conniving homewrecker. But that notion fled immediately upon conception as Emily thought of how devastated she would feel if she learned Chris had done anything sexual with Debbie. Besides, what was that old adage? 'Never stick you dick in crazy?' This bitch definitely qualified.

"So what if I refuse you?" Emily asked as she forcibly removed Debbie's hand from inside Emily's pants and smacked it away from her crotch.

"Oh, silly," Debbie said in a sing-songy voice as she rolled her eyes. "I'm already going to tell everyone I know that we had sex back here whether we do this or not. You might as well just fuck me since everyone will already believe you have sex with your employees at work. You don't want to make me a liar, do you?"

"That's it," Emily said as she not-so-gently nudged Debbie away from her using her shoulder. "I'm taking this up to corporate. And law enforcement for that matter. This has gotten way out of hand."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that," Debbie said with mock concern. "That would be a really sad choice. Remember, if you fire me I'm going to tell everyone that you've been sexually harassing me for the last few months. That you made me strip and take selfies for you to have on your phone."

Debbie's voice broke and she made some very convincing sobs as she sniffled, "That y-y-you f-forced yourself upon me in the stockroom and told me you'd fire me if I didn't do whatever you said. I didn't want to do it but I was just so scared that I couldn't say no."

"You little bitch," Emily snarled.t

Debbie's face composed itself back into a smile again as she said, "It would be your word against mine. Even if nobody can prove you did it, your reputation will be ruined. And what will dear Emily think of you preying on young women? Could you stand to face her with her thinking you're a sexual predator?"

Emily smiled back at Debbie and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Debbie looked at her quizzically and requested, "One moment."

Emily backed the recording up by a few seconds on the microphone app and then listened to Debbie's recorded voice playing back from the phone saying, {It would be your word against mine. Even if nobody can prove you did it, your reputation will be ruined.}

"Give me that," Debbie growled as she grasped for the phone.

"Nuh uh," Emily taunted back as she finally escaped Debbie's grasp and danced away.

Emily had only stayed close to Debbie long enough to record Debbie saying something incriminating. Debbie howled with rage and began swinging her arms at Emily, her fingernails turned into talons that scratched and tore at Emily's flesh. Emily yelped as a fingernail caught her on the back of her arm and left a deep gash that started to bleed. In response, Emily slapped Debbie across the face as hard as she could. Emily couldn't lie, it felt incredibly satisfying as her palm made contact with Debbie's cheek with enough force to nearly topple the blonde over.

The two of them had an audience now as some of the other employees heard Debbie's wailing and dashed away from their posts to find out what was happening in the stockroom. They opened the door to find the sweet but kind of loopy cashier Deborah chasing their boss around, screaming unintelligible gibberish. Debbie pulled shelves down to the ground with surprising strength, knocking over books and boxes that heaped into piles on the floor. Their boss, Chris Jennings, kept backing away and dodging Debbie's attacks while trying to avoid having to restrain or harm the unhinged girl who was out for his blood. Debbie realized too late that their coworkers were watching them and but once she saw them she fell to her knees and started crying exaggeratedly.

"He hurt me, oh God he hurt me so bad!" Debbie screamed. "Thank God you're here. Please please please help me!"

Unfortunately, Debbie's actions before her pleas for help made it evident that she was the instigator and Mr. Jennings the victim. He had clearly born the brunt of the abuse between the two considering the deep gashes from Debbie's fingernails along his forearm and on the sides of his face that would require medical attention. When it became clear her coworkers weren't buying her story, Debbie started screaming and flailing her arms wildly again until she could be physically restrained. They ended up having hold her down until someone could call the police to come sort everything out.

Debbie lied about everything of course and Emily had to go to the police station to corroborate her side of the story. Once she gave the investigators all the evidence about Debbie that Chris had been documenting for the last few months and played them the recording Emily made earlier the police quickly determined who was the criminal party in this altercation. It turned out Debbie had a serious mental illness she had not disclosed when she applied for the cashier job and she had been off her medication against her psychiatrist's recommendation for several months now.

Emily felt somewhat more sympathetic toward Debbie after learning of her mental illness but that still didn't excuse her behavior. Debbie had developed a sick obsession with Emily's husband which nearly ruined both his and Emily's lives. Yeah, Emily felt bad for her but if Debbie had been honest on her application she probably never would have been hired at the bookstore in the first place. In light of Debbie's issues, the investigators asked Emily if she would still prefer to press charges.

"Fuck yes!"

~Chris~

Chris hissed as a splatter of grease from the cooking chicken landed on his hand. He brought the side of his hand up to his mouth and sucked on it until the burning pain disappeared. Chris stirred the chicken breasts around the cast-iron skillet and turned them over once he confirmed one side of them had browned through. He probably should be wearing gloves but he was ashamedly unfamiliar with cooking in this kitchen. Normally Emily prepared all their meals and Chris supposed that in a weird way she still was even though Chris actually performed the actions. Chris had decided he wanted to start picking up some of the slack in the cooking department. Starting tonight.

Chris heard Emily's phone chirping the noise made when picking up a coin in the original Super Mario Bros. which indicated she had received a text message. Emily really was still a geek at heart and Chris loved her for it. Chris tried texting her back using one hand on the phone's keyboard while his other hand stirred a pot of mashed potatoes with a wooden spoon.

{How did the presentation go???} texted Emily.

Chris smiled mischievously and texted back {I think it went okay I'll tell u all about it when u get home}

{Speaking of, I'm going to be a little bit late I'm afraid.}

{?????}

{I think I might have resolved your Debbie problem, but I'm at the police station right now answering a few last questions.}

Chris stopped stirring for a moment so he could focus better.

{What the hell happened??? Are u safe? Is my job safe?}

{Everything is fine, don't worry. You can hear all about it when I get back. Should be in about an hour.}

{Kk. I can't wait to see u Em}

{I'm not going to lie, I'm a little scared. What's going to happen with us? Will we have to spend the rest of our lives like this?}

{Whatever happens, we'll figure it out like we've always done. Together}

{I love you so much, Chris.}

Chris grinned at Emily's phone as he replied to her with nothing but heart emojis. He became perplexed for a moment as he realized he never would have sent something so mushy before. But Emily would have. It just seemed perfectly natural to Chris now. Strange.

Chris continued cooking, focusing most of his attention on the tomato salsa he was going to smother the chicken breasts in before popping them into the oven. He became so engrossed in his cooking that he didn't even notice an hour had passed. Chris's heart swelled and he felt both elation and anxiety as he heard the front door open and listened to his own voice crying out from the entryway, "Honey, I'm home!"

~Emily~

Emily reached the front door and took a deep breath before entering. Was she going to be able to handle this insanity without becoming as crazy as Debbie? Had Chris been successful enough at imitating her for a day to pull off this presentation believably? I guess there's only one way to find out, Emily thought.

Emily unlocked the front door to her home and walked inside bellowing, "Honey, I'm home!"

Emily heard a female voice calling, "In here!" from the direction of the kitchen. Emily couldn't help shuddering as she recognized the voice as her own.

Emily walked into the kitchen and her eyes grew wide as she found Chris slaving over dinner. But using Emily's body. Emily felt dizzy as she watched herself bouncing around the kitchen and humming to herself. She still saw Chris's mannerisms in the way he moved his new body but there was a femininity present there that Emily couldn't reconcile with the man that she knew so well.

Chris had on the same clothes he wore to work aside from the suit jacket, though he did have an apron covering the front his blouse and skirt while he cooked. He wore Emily's hair down and had done an admirable job of curling her locks and of applying makeup to his face. Actually, Chris looked disturbingly pretty in Emily's body. Emily almost thought she felt herself swoon a bit when she first saw him and a strange tingling feeling spread through Emily's body the longer she looked at Chris. He looked over at Emily with a sultry look on his face as he smiled and raised a spoon to his lips before sipping from it.

"Perfect timing, Em," said Chris. "Dinner's nearly ready. I already set the table and poured us some wine."

It was so weird hearing Chris speaking using her voice. Emily tried playing things off as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Emily sniffed the air and detected the scents of chicken and tomato along with other spices. "What are you making?" she asked.

"I found a recipe for something called rainbow chicken online that I thought looked yummy and more importantly simple enough that I could make it," Chris explained. "It's chicken breast baked with melted cheese and scallions on top smothered in a sweet tomato salsa."

"It smells amazing," Emily said with disbelief as she looked about the kitchen and marveled at how clean everything looked. "You did all this?"

Chris looked particularly proud of himself as he said, "I sure did. Swept and mopped all the floors on the ground level, cleaned the countertops in the kitchen, cleaned the kitchen sink, cleaned the bathroom, did all the dishes..."

"Wow!" Emily exclaimed. "You really didn't need to do all that."

"Yes, I did," Chris replied seriously as he set the spoon down on a spoonrest on the counter and stepped closer to Emily. "I love you so much and I'd hate to have you think I'm not pulling my weight around here. Anything that helps you, I want to do. I guess if you want to be pedantic you could say you technically are still the one who did everything. But I mean it when I say I want to do stuff like this for you all the time now. I want to be the man you deserve."