Freaky Fuckday

Chris looked down at his body and blushed as he added, "Or the whatever that you deserve. Man. Woman. Invertebrate. Whatever."

Emily didn't think she had ever been more in love with Chris and she told him so. "You are so good to me," Emily said. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm so sorry about everything last night."

"I'm sorry too," Chris said. "Whatever happened to us was really weird and fucked up but I think now we understand each other better than any husband and wife have before."

Chris and Emily had been dancing around each other and inching closer and closer throughout their conversation until their faces were nearly pressed together.

"Hey," Emily said close enough for Chris to feel her breath.

"Hey yourself," Chris replied with a smile.

Chris only realized now that there were deep scratches on Emily's face and arms. The gashes on her face weren't too deep but a faintly blood-soaked bandage covered one of her arms.

"Oh my God Emily, are you alright?" Chris asked with concern.

Emily shrugged and said, "I'll live. I got checked out at the emergency room and they said I didn't need any stitches. They did prescribe me some antibiotics just to be safe. I was late getting back since I needed to pick them up from the pharmacy."

"What the hell happened?" Chris asked.

"I'll tell you all about it once I've had a glass of wine and some dinner," Emily answered with a grin. "This guy needs a drink bad after today. So feed me, woman."

Chris laughed delightedly as he took hold of Emily's masculine hand and brought it up to his lips. He kissed each of Emily's dry knuckles and said, "I wouldn't come off as too self-congratulatory if I said you look very handsome tonight, would I?"

"No," Emily answered shyly. "I think you look terribly beautiful yourself if we're being totally honest."

Chris laid his hand upon Emily's cheek and stroked her tenderly. Emily shuddered as she felt Chris's hand touching her and she purred as he ran his fingers slowly through her short hair that he caressed with tender curiosity. Emily looked into Chris's eyes and while she found her own brown irises staring back at her instead of Chris's deep blues, Emily peered through the window into the soul behind those eyes and found her husband looking at her from in there. Even in a different body, this was obviously still him and Emily found that she wanted him despite the fact that he was now a female.

Emily had never felt any attraction toward women before. She could appreciate a beautiful woman but none had ever stirred desire within her. On the other hand, she had never really been interested in men either until she met Chris. All Emily knew was that right now the feminine body that Chris currently occupied filled Emily with a lust and longing that would have seemed perverse if it didn't feel so right.

"May I kiss you?" Chris asked politely.

"Please," Emily requested with a wistful sigh as she closed her eyes and leaned down to lock her lips together with Chris's.

Emily and Chris wrapped their arms around each other tightly as their lips met. Emily's masculine voice sounded strange to her as she whimpered at Chris's touch. Sparks seemed to fly between them as Emily felt a rush of elation that sprang up from the pit of her stomach to where it seemed to burst from her chest. She felt Chris's tongue moving across her lips and she parted them instinctively to allow his entry. With her eyes closed, Emily could have sworn it was Chris in his normal male body kissing her. The only giveaway that anything was off was the adjustment of position Emily made to adjust for the height differential between them.

Chris and Emily's kisses grew more passionate, their tongues moving furiously against each other in a twirling dance of desperate need that included the sucking, licking, and biting of each other's lips. Emily reveled in the incredible feeling of Chris's large breasts mashed against her flat chest. They felt so nice, and soft, and warm squeezed against her body. Emily noticed how excited she was becoming when a bulge started to form inside her pants. Her growing erection stretched and hardened until it strained against the fly of Emily's jeans.

Emily reached down and took ahold of Chris's plump bottom - her own plump bottom - and squeezed his cheeks tightly between her fingers as she drew him closer so he could feel her excitement. Emily had always disliked how big her ass was and all the extra fat she carried there but she had to admit the meat of her buns felt amazing when she clenched Chris's ass in her hands. There was so much to squeeze and pinch without it being too much.

For his part, Chris seemed to enjoy Emily touching her there too as he expelled quiet moans and sighs between their kisses as Emily kneaded his buttocks in her hands. Emily drew Chris closer so their bodies met and she grinded her erection against him. Chris's body gave way to hers and his surrender felt amazing as Emily thrust the side of her rock-hard shaft against his crotch.

Chris broke the kiss, his face red and his breath heavy with lust as he croaked, "The chicken is going to over-roast if we don't stop soon."

Emily squeezed Chris's ass between her fingers even harder until she pinched him hard enough to make him yelp. She pulled him tight against her so they could feel the heat of each other's crotches as she asked, "Would that be the worst thing in the world?"

They made out for another minute before Chris sucked on Emily's tongue the whole time he pulled away from her mouth and then pushed Emily away with a playful shove.

"Hey, I spent a lot of time on this dinner," Chris complained. "I don't do things like this for you very often."

Emily's cock throbbed so hard she thought it might explode if it didn't receive attention soon but she sighed with exasperation as she relented. "Fine."

Emily looked at Chris and saw his face and the top of his cleavage was flushed. An intense look of desire showed in his eyes as he stared back at Emily. He had surely felt how excited Emily became while kissing him considering the way she had been poking him with her cock. Emily managed to overlook the strangeness of their predicament to instead let her love and lust for her husband replace her trepidation. Emily finally realized just how badly she wanted to fuck Chris while he was a woman and she was a man. The thought of turning what was normally such a mundane act into something perverse made Emily feel even more excited.

Chris seemed to be feeling something powerful as well. He cleared his throat hoarsely and told Emily, "You should go pour yourself some wine and relax while I finish dinner. It'll be ready in just a couple minutes."

Emily wasn't certain how to pull off a sultry look as a man but she did her best as she cocked an eyebrow and replied, "I'll be ready for you any time."

~Chris~

"I'll be ready for you any time."

Chris tried calming breaths to cool himself down as he poured more tomato salsa over the chicken breasts that just came fresh from the oven. Making dinner could at least distract Chris from the damp, sticky panties that clung to him. Despite being a dude, Emily was doing strange things to Chris that made him so hot and wet. I can't think about right now though, Chris thought.

Chris took a pan of balsamic roasted asparagus out of the bottom rack of the oven and once he put the finishing touches of butter, salt, and pepper on the steaming mass of mashed potatoes simmering in the crockpot he was finished with dinner. A masterpiece by his standards.

Chris turned to look at Emily standing alone in the dining room. She leaned against the back of one of the dining room chairs and sipped from her wine glass as she stared at him. Chris realized she had been looking at his ass when he had bent over to take food out of the oven. He grinned back at her and gave his bottom a little shake for her to appreciate.

Of all the things he expected when Emily got home, Chris hadn't anticipated this. He naturally expected things between husband and wife to be strange and awkward when they reunited wearing each other's flesh. At worst, he assumed their relationship would devolve into petty sniping and arguments again. But instead Chris and Emily had instantly developed a near uncontrollable lust for each other. This was something new for the two of them, a wildly different fantasy than they had ever dreamed of that shouldn't even be possible. It might just be the jolt that could kick-start their strained marriage.

Chris couldn't believe how excited he became when he and Emily kissed with their genders swapped. At first it was odd kissing a man, especially one wearing Chris's face. But as he lost himself in his passion Chris realized he wasn't kissing himself in the ultimate display of narcissism. Rather, Chris kissed and gave affection to the person who was the greatest, truest love of his entire life.

Chris couldn't help noticing Emily's excitement as well when they made out. He felt it growing against his thigh and surprisingly Chris wasn't disturbed by it. In fact, he actually considered taking things even further. He loved Emily and desired to be with her any way he could have her. He wanted to please her. Sexually. Chris wanted Emily to touch him, to explore his new body and stimulate Chris's delightful new areas that he had been enjoying all day long.

Chris did worry he would find it gross to touch a penis or possibly put his mouth on one. To say nothing of being penetrated by a male. But Chris knew this wasn't just some random guy he experimented with. This was his Emily and Chris wanted to provide her pleasure the likes of which she would never forget.

Chris set the table with all the food placed in their nicest serving dishes before pouring himself a generous glass of wine. Chris served Emily portions of chicken, asparagus, and potatoes and waited patiently for her to try her meal. Emily made a yummy sound as she raised the fork to her mouth and took a bite of chicken.

"Wow, this is really good, Chris," said Emily. "Honestly."

Chris grinned with satisfaction and replied, "Thanks. I'm glad it turned out so well. I did it for you."

~Emily~

"I did it for you."

There was a couple moments of silence while the married couple ate but once Emily's hunger had been sated she set her fork down and gazed at Chris curiously while he ate. God he looks gorgeous, Emily thought. Even if he is wearing my face. She wasn't being vainglorious, normally Emily was hypercritical of her appearance. But something about the way Chris carried himself in Emily's body stirred something deep within Emily. Desire. That's what it was. Emily was getting hard just looking at him.

"So what made you decide on that outfit this morning?" Emily asked through a mouthful of chicken.

Chris looked down at his blouse and skirt and asked, "Do you like it? I wasn't sure if I did an okay job picking out clothes and jewelry for you to wear. I thought you should look extra fancy today. I wimped out on wearing the high heels though."

"Like it?" Emily wondered. "You look fucking fantastic. A lot bolder choices than anything I would normally wear, I must say. I wouldn't dare go to work wearing something that sexy-looking but you pulled it off you dog."

Chris leaned forward provocatively so his cleavage showed more prominently while he rested his chin in his palm and held his wine glass to his lips. He grinned when he saw Emily sitting up straighter in her chair so she could look down Chris's blouse.

Chris sipped his wine and replied slyly, "You got a lot of compliments at work today."

Emily rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Wearing that, I have no doubt about it."

Emily slapped herself on the forehead at her own forgetfulness and exclaimed, "Oh my God! How did the presentation go?"

Emily had become so entranced with her husband's strange new form that she had completely overlooked the most important meeting of her life. Dammit, that's not like me at all to get so easily distracted, Emily thought. Most curious.

Chris leaned back in his chair and said dismissively, "Oh, it went well enough. The company board and city council all said they would need time to review the details of the plan before deciding on any further action."

"I see," Emily replied with disappointment. She had been expecting a little more, though realistically she knew this was the most likely outcome for today.

Chris smiled wickedly and continued, "The time needed to deliberate turned out to be less than an hour. Mr. Wilson came into your office and told me everyone found your design and the presentation of it to be extremely impressive. They decided unanimously to move forward with the project. Final approval goes to the City Council during the next session where you are expected to present this proposal again at a public forum. Wilson told me that everyone anticipates this project moving forward without delay."

"What!" Emily yelled excitedly as she jumped out of her chair. "Chris!"

Chris looked nervous and added, "And I may have, ah, pled your case to the company about previously unfair treatment and I maybe criticized just a little bit some of the male members of the board for not appreciating you enough."

"Excuse me?" Emily said with concern. "Chris, I asked you to present a glorified Powerpoint for me, not to wage a battle on gender politics in my name."

"I know," Chris tried to explain. "But I've watched you toil for years without getting the credit and admiration you deserved and I could see it about to happen again. So I spoke up. Apparently I must have gotten through to some of them. Mr. Wilson - er, Rick he insisted I call him, now - told me he plans to promote you to a Lead Designer position and has placed you in charge of all future operations for the Telephone District project."

Emily jumped up and wrapped her arms around Chris, lifting him out of the chair. "Chris!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

~Chris~

Emily picked Chris up and spun him through the air in a reversal of their typical gendered roles. Chris actually felt strangely safe and protected while enveloped in Emily's stronger arms. He rested his head upon her shoulder and sighed contentedly as she lowered him to the ground. Chris regarded Emily inquisitively as he looked into her eyes. Emily smiled and brushed Chris's long hair out of his face as she caressed the tresses of his long brown hair between her fingers.

They stared at each other so long that things became awkward again, so Chris tried breaking the silence that had developed by saying, "So tell me what happened with Debbie."

"Well, first of all let me say that she is way more insane than you ever made her out to be," Emily remarked critically. "By quite a large margin."

"I know," Chris said sadly. "At first I just felt sorry for her because I knew her crush would never be requited. But then her infatuation became an obsession so strong that it actually started to scare me. I worried that if I pushed her away too harshly she would attempt to harm me or herself. Or God forbid, try to hurt you."

"Yeah, she literally tried to rape me/you in the stockroom earlier," Emily said with a shake of her head. "But... I managed to save Debbie and I's conversation in a recording and it was incriminating as hell. When Debbie found out what I did she went ape shit and assaulted me. Your employees saw everything and called the cops on her. So I had to go to the station then and answer a bunch of questions. I gave the police the recording I made along with everything you've documented the last few months. Debbie's fingernails got me pretty good a couple times too, after the police took pictures of my wounds they recommended I go to the hospital to have a doctor check them out."

"Wow!" Chris said incredulously. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

"It's fine," Emily said with a shrug. "You are probably going to have to make an appearance at the trial. Or I will... but as you... or... I don't fucking know. Long story short, Debbie is probably going to prison or having to spend her time in a psych ward or something. She shouldn't bother you ever again."

A feeling of immense relief came over Chris so powerfully he thought he might fall over. As Chris swooned, Emily sensed his lightheadedness and held him closely to her. Chris sighed with comfort as he rested his head on Emily's shoulder.

Chris held Emily close and said thankfully, "Oh my God Em, you have no idea how much a load off my shoulders this is. I was seriously starting to lose sleep worrying about whether this girl was going to ruin my life. I'm so sorry I never told you about any of this. I worried you might take it the wrong way and think I cheated on you again."

"I probably would have thought you were cheating," Emily admitted. "In fact, I know I would have. It was experiencing things from your perspective that finally altered my thinking. I see now that you were only trying to protect us, our marriage, and our lives together. Chris, I trust you completely and I will never doubt you again."

Chris held Emily even closer as he choked back tears. Was it the change in hormones with testosterone replaced by estrogen that made Chris more emotional? Or was it simply receiving pure love, acceptance, and understanding at last from his one true love that made Chris want to cry with joy?

"I'm so glad we're there for each other and get to help each other," Emily said softly as she stroked Chris's hair.

Chris pulled back and looked at Emily as he asked, "But isn't that what married couples are supposed to do? Care for each other and help each other?"

"Yes," Emily agreed. "But I think we can both agree we went way above and beyond the call of duty today."

"Agreed," Chris said. "I love you so much, Em."

"I love you too," Emily affirmed.

"Will you please kiss me again?" Chris pled with a yearning look on his face as he bit his lip.

Emily leaned in and kissed Chris chastely on the lips for a moment. That wasn't enough for either of them though and soon their mouths worked against each other passionately while their hands ran up and down each other's bodies.

Chris kissed his way along the side of Emily's neck and whispered into her ear, "I want you so badly."

~Emily~

"I want you so badly."

Emily felt her knees go weak and she groaned as Chris whispered into her ear his need for her. Her cock had been stiffening since they began kissing and now it stood at full-mast. There was no way Chris couldn't feel it poking against him. Emily felt Chris's hand migrate from her back around to her stomach where his fingers deftly lifted up the bottom of her shirt. Chris played with the hair that trailed from below Emily' belly button down to her crotch as his hand slowly worked its way down inside Emily's slacks.

"What are you doing there, Mr. Jennings?" Emily asked with bemusement.

"Just finding out what Mrs. Jennings feels like now so I can satisfy my curiosity," Chris answered. "If she'll allow me to."

Emily closed her eyes and nodded. She took slow, deep breaths with her mouth hanging open in anticipation as she felt Chris's fingers stretching open the waistband of her underwear and creeping into her boxers. Emily felt the warmth of Chris's fingers wrapping around her pulsating member until he squeezed Emily's hard cock inside his grip. Emily gasped with pleasure. Chris knew exactly what he was doing; it was his body after all that he was touching. He gave Emily's penis a gentle tug toward him before pulling it downward. Emily groaned as Chris jerked her cock up and down with deliberate slowness.

"Oh my, Mrs. Jennings, you feel very excited," Chris remarked. "Is that because of me?"

Emily nodded her head again and whispered, "Don't stop," before she grabbed Chris's blouse and pulled him back in for a sloppy, desperate kiss.