Husband with Testing Device Ch. 03

We had entered the mall through one of the big department stores and happened to walk by the makeup counter. Jess liked one of the brands that they sold and wanted to stop to look at what they had. I tried to suppress a groan and mostly succeeded. While she browsed, I looked around and it occurred to me that the women behind the counter weren't wearing tons of makeup, but a lot more than Jess usually did. It wasn't overkill at all, this girl was gorgeous, and she really stood out. Melody, as her nametag identified her, appeared to have a nearly perfect application of products to highlight her already very pretty face. I fiddled with the device and gently brushed it against Jess's arm as I pressed the button.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

I may not have gotten it quite right, but suddenly my wife was ten times more interested in what they had for sale and what was going to be a quick, five minute look-see turned into forty-five minutes. After about ten, I decided to find somewhere to sit. Once my rear hit the cushion of the chair, I crossed one leg over the other in that way that guys love when women do it and didn't even realize it at first. It wasn't until I swung my left leg over my right that I noticed that I was sitting exactly the way a sexy girl would, not like I had my entire life. Not only did it feel so natural that it took several minutes for me to even notice, it was also very comfortable. Weird.

But it was worth the wait in the end. I had been staring at my phone while she'd been doing her thing and so looked up when she finally joined me. I looked up and my mouth fell open.

My wife is pretty, I've mentioned that. And when it has come to makeup, she's always gone with a "less is more" approach, which worked in the past. Just a little mascara, very light eyeliner, and a subtle lipstick was all I'd ever seen her wear and it brought out her big gray-green eyes wonderfully. But this was some next-level shit.

I finally remembered to breathe and just gave a wondrous, "Wow." Before I tell you about how she looked, "heavier" makeup is not "heavy" in the way that most people think of it. It was that there was a more prominent use.

That being said, it worked and worked beautifully. Beautiful in terms of how well it worked as well as how much it highlighted just how pretty she really is. God, she was gorgeous!

"What do you think?" Jess asked, but the radiant grin on her face told me she probably could tell the answer from the look on mine.

"I...holy shit, babe! You look fantastic!" I cried as I stood. I wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her with as much passion as acceptable decorum in a public place would allow. "I'm not kidding," I continued once I had released her, lowering my voice, "the way you look, I'd love to find some quiet place where we could be alone."

She beamed. "Thanks, honey. I know that it was because of that device, but I wanted to get some more cosmetics and see what it would be like if I went further with them."

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that her bulge was a little more prominent than it had been. I sure was getting a little damp just looking at her loveliness. Everything she had put on only enhanced what was already there: the mascara emphasized her eyelashes, the lipstick just made her fairly prominent lips look even better, and the foundation and blush just enhanced everything else.

I couldn't help but grin in wonder. "Well, it sure as hell worked. You look fantastic. And you know that I find you plenty attractive without any makeup, right? It's just that what you have on only brings out the best of all the good stuff about your pretty face," I gushed.

Even under the artificial blush I could see some natural blush come to her face. "Awww. That's really sweet, babe. I love you."

"And I love you more every day!" I responded, loud enough for some other shoppers to hear. Nobody seemed to care too much although I did get a couple of smiles.

"Since that took about ten times as long as I thought that it would, now I'm hungry. I know we've got to hit a few places but I'd rather have some food in my belly," I told her. "You hungry?"

I could actually hear Jessica's stomach growl. She giggled and covered her mouth, slightly embarrassed, and said, "I think that's your answer. That sounds great."

"We are decided then!" I said with a flourish and took her hand.

On the way to the food court, she stopped and pointed out a young woman who looked like she was in her early- to mid-twenties. We stopped and my eyebrows went up. Not only was this girl stunning but she was also cruising without apparent effort in a gorgeous pair of white high heels with what had to be at least a five-inch stiletto heel.

"Let me guess: the shoes?"

"They're fantastic. What do you think?"

"Yeah, they're great. Do you want to try it out?"

She hesitated. "As long as you don't mind, um...I think so."

Wait a minute. "Hold on. Are you hesitating? If you are, why?"

A longer pause, then: "Well, will you still see me as me?"

I thought for a second and replied to Jess, "Of course I will. This is just like how I upgrade the gaming computer we have at home, honey. The parts add up to more than the sum of them. Does that make sense?"

"I think so." She took a deep breath. Fortunately for us, the woman had stopped for a moment to look through a storefront. "Do it. Before I lose my nerve."

I smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, baby." I set the controls as closely as I could remember to the way I had when I swapped my shoes, and tried to include the woman's ankles, too. Jess had always had relatively weak ankles. I touched the device to her skin and pressed the button.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

Suddenly we were much closer to seeing eye-to-eye. We both looked down right away. "Ooooh," she said. "This is nice."

"How do you feel?" I asked.

She didn't reply, but took about a dozen steps away from me, then spun and returned. Every step was poetry. Honestly, she really did look like it was that easy.

"I think I'm better at walking in heels now than you are," she said in a breathy, excited voice.

My left eyebrow went up. "Really."

The lovely woman I had married giggled and nodded. "Yeah. You look fantastic in those heels-by the way, I'm sorry for doubting you at first. Not only do you move great in them, but I love the way they highlight the muscles in your legs, babe. You really do have fantastic legs."

Well, I couldn't not smile at that compliment. So I did. "Well, I really appreciate that, my love, but you haven't answered my question. Or challenge. Whatever. You think you're better at walking in those heels than I am in mine?"

Her smile was radiant as she answered. "I'm not bragging, honest. But yeah. This feels at least as natural as walking around barefoot," she expounded. "Look!" She was gliding, too, and I couldn't help but notice that it was not only making all the right muscles tighten on her ample legs-muscular calves have always been a weird turn-on for me-but every step, despite her wearing a fairly hefty bra due to her incredibly large chest, made the most wonderful ripples on her boobs. It was mesmerizing.

I laughed. "What do you say we make a friendly wager on it, then?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"We head to the food court in the shoes we're wearing. And to every store we visit. Once we're done at the last one, we swap. Whoever makes the most missteps loses."

"Interesting. What does the loser have to give up?"

I pondered that for a few seconds. I leaned in and whispered, "The loser has to perform oral sex on the winner somewhere here in the mall to orgasm. What do you think?"

A look I have never seen on my wife's face until I uttered that sentence crossed her face. I wasn't sure at the time but in retrospect, I think it was a mix of desire, fear, surprise, and more desire.

Jessica extended her right hand. "Deal."

And we shook on it, then kissed, then headed to the food court. It was odd how natural it was, if that makes any sense, for us to both be striding in heels. She was about six inches shorter but most of the difference was in her torso, as I mentioned, so we stayed if not exactly in step, then very close. I loved the sound of hearing my wife's confident strides in stiletto heels matched with my own clacking on the tiled floor. This device was the greatest thing ever to happen to my sexuality.

We got to the food court and once we sat down in an area that had few people around, we started talking. It started out about normal stuff but quickly ended up on swaps. "How are you liking the heels?" I asked.

"I know you swapped more than that," she answered. "When we stopped at the bathrooms I looked. My feet are size seven now. And before, my ankles didn't feel anywhere near this sturdy. Now I have complete confidence that I won't have to call an ambulance after five steps. I feel a lot more...I don't know, womanly, I guess? And my toenails are painted red," she added with a smile and a bounce of her eyebrows.

"You sure look it," I told her, taking her hand and kissing it between bites of my taco. "I've always loved you in heels, but the way you're walking now is...how should I put this? Fucking fantastic. I can't look at you walking for too long because I get too excited."

"Seriously? Thanks, babe. Now I want you to keep your eyes open for a girl with kind of but not super-dainty hands. Just less mannish than mine are."

"You don't have man-hands, woman. But I understand and I will keep my eyes peeled." I made a mental note for the same for me. At that moment, I made a promise to myself to always make sure that Jess was aware of every swap from now on, whenever possible. I was truly shocked at how well she had taken me wearing high heels and having swapped her genitalia and mine again now that she was aware of it.

Right then, however, a girl walked by who happened to be absentmindedly playing with her tongue stud, parking it between her lips and then switching it to the other side of her mouth. In a flash I had the device set.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

Well, that was weird. The taste. The stud in my tongue felt completely natural but I wasn't sure about how different the taste of her mouth mixed with mine was. I took a drink and it got better.

She was still standing there, just messing with her phone. I changed the settings a little and decided to indulge in an experiment.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

A surreptitious check of my nipples revealed that they were now pierced with hoops. I glanced and they weren't visible through my shirt. Very much. I managed to move so that I could give my left one a pinch and just the light pinch I gave it made me gasp. It was SO much more intense!

I forced myself to focus and try one more experiment. One more adjustment, and then

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

This time it was nearly impossible to check, so I excused myself to the men's room. I wondered how much longer that would work at the current rate of swaps, then headed to the nearest not-disgusting stall and yanked my shorts off as soon as I could. Sure enough, easily visible through my sheer panties, was a barbell piercing through my clitoral hood. Unreal.

I slipped two fingertips into my panties, finding my cunt wet already, of course, and gave it quick, gentle rub and gasped again. Just like with my newly pierced nipples, it was far more intense. I couldn't help myself between how heightened the sensation was in my nipples and clit as well as how sexy it felt to be wearing heels in public and having everyone act as though it was as normal as the sunrise, I was turned on beyond belief.

And I climaxed in record time. It happened so fast that I almost felt disappointed, even though if anyone else had been in there, I might have been discovered, because it was one of the hardest I had come since swapping. My gasps and muted grunts would've given me up to anyone with a brain. But I also knew that Jess and I would definitely be fucking once we got home at the latest, so I wasn't too let down. I washed my hands to try to minimize the scent of pussy that I would radiate if I hadn't.

"Ready?" she asked as I returned. It was a small thing, but she had cleared the trays and the trash from the table and had both her drink and mine. It was very thoughtful.

"Yeah," I answered and gave her a quick kiss. We hit a bunch of stores and went full speed ahead, damn the credit cards. I tried on and bought a ton of sexy underwear, as well as some more practical underthings. More like bikini panties that were comfy. If I had my way, I wanted to be more like Jess was, going commando a lot more often, but this would be the equivalent of boxers but sexy and feminine if that didn't feel comfortable.

Underwear purchased, we headed to get another coffee before we left when I saw her. This girl had the most fantastic hips-after Jessica's, that is-that I think I've ever seen. They were perfect. New promise to involve Jess whenever possible forgotten in the excitement, I fiddled the controls, pointed it at this beauty, and hovered my thumb over the button.

At that exact moment, some oaf bumped my right elbow while that hand was still on the controls, and the way my arm was jostled pushed the device into my left thumb.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

I looked down and I definitely had swapped her hips with mine. But there was a pretty significant problem: I was wearing the knee-length black ruffled skirt that she had had on seconds ago. A quick look behind me and it looked like, as far as I could see, that I had gotten her perfect globular ass cheeks, too. But that was under the skirt. I learned at that moment that skirts are kinda drafty, even inside in a mall. This was weird.

I was wearing the white blouse with hidden buttons, too. Shit. I finally looked up to confirm that she was wearing the shorts and t-shirt that I'd had on, and just saw her move around a corner too late. "Wait!" I cried as I minced toward that corner. But by the time I got there, she had completely disappeared.

Well, fuck. I mean, yeah, it was fun gathering women's body parts, but wearing their clothing was a LOT of work, no matter how sexy it felt. That's why I hadn't swapped anything like this before: I still wanted to enjoy wearing their clothing but on my own terms, and be able to go back to "dude mode" whenever I was done. This was quite a complication, especially once I realized that I was carrying a purse, too.

After a quick check to make sure that my stuff was there-of course it was-I made it back to my wife and she asked, "What was that about?"

I sighed. "Some shithead bumped my elbow so I swapped some girl's hips with mine but also her clothing."

"What are you talking about? You asked me what I thought about that skirt this morning," she replied. Dammit.

"Right. To you I've always worn stuff like this. Right?"

"Of course. I love those hips of yours, babe. Especially when you wear a nice, tight miniskirt," she grinned, bouncing her eyebrows in a lecherous way. She leaned in to whisper, "Besides, it's much easier for me to bend you over when I can just flip your skirt up instead of having to mess around with pants when you tell me to," with an evil grin.

Honestly, that did sound kind of hot. Just thinking about it was getting my pussy worked up.

"But I don't have much of a wardrobe, remember?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

"Yeah, that is part of why we're here, isn't it?"

"Yeah. This is gonna be tough, though."

"What is?"

"Shopping. You know how much I don't like going through this."

"Can't you swap that part of you with someone who loves it?"

Why hadn't I thought of that?! I marveled for a second or two, then kissed her fiercely. "You're a genius. Let's go."

We made our way, heels clacking, to a store she picked. "This looks like a good place to start," she told me as I walked in. "She looks like a good candidate," Jess told me, indicating a young girl rifling through a rack of clothes.

"What the hell, why not?" I asked aloud. I held her hand to the device and took a deep breath.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

I grinned. Still looking at the young girl, her demeanor changed right away. Disinterested, she stood up and walked toward the door. Glancing at her hands, I called out, walking after her, "Excuse me, miss?"

She sighed, stopped, and turned around. "What?"

"Hang on, I think you forgot something," I stalled, quickly fiddling the controls of the device. I grabbed my wife's hand.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

"You know what? I think I had the wrong person in mind. Sorry to bother you."

"Ugh..." she sighed, spun on her heel, and left.

I turned to my wife. "How's that?"

She had an awed look as she held her hands up. "Wow...this is exactly what I hoped for but never thought you could do. This is amazing! Thank you honey!" she cried, wrapping me up in a fierce hug. "You are so thoughtful," she said into my ear.

"I love you," I told her once she released me. "I'm not only thinking of myself with this thing," I reminded her.

"Still I appreciate it. Anyway. Shall we?"

"I think we shall." I turned back to the racks of clothing. I was giddy. Grabbing Jess's hand, I headed toward the rack. Inside of ten minutes, I had at least ten super-cute outfits picked out. And I had probably five for her.

"Let's go try these out!" I exclaimed, practically dragging her to the changing rooms.

She was laughing the whole way, but not in any way that ridiculed me. "I'd ask what's gotten into you, but I was the one who suggested this. It's just hysterical seeing you shopping like this. It's so out of character for you."

"I know it is, too, but this is now so much fun. I finally get it, honey. Now I know why you love going shopping so much with your friends. And I know that it's how you always look so good," I gushed.

She giggled and blushed a little. "True, and thank you. Hurry up and let's get changing."

Of course, now that I had underwear that hadn't been soaked with my pussy juices the previous night, I changed into those first. Immediately followed by a bra that did a little better job at restraining my new breasts.

Then we gave each other a fashion show. I realized later that it was several hours that we spent in that store and others like it, blowing through dozens upon dozens of pieces of clothing.

In the end, we had to make a separate trip to the car, nearly stuffing the trunk full, before we were done with our quest to get both of us a new wardrobe. Most of my clothes were now super girly, a lot of skirts and dresses, but some cute jeans and sensible pants and blouses sprinkled in, as well as some women's t-shirts for when I was still feeling lazy.

I found it humorous when Jess was trying on jeans, because suddenly how tightly they restricted her package was a factor in whether she liked their fit or not. Until she got really upset.

Ah, hell. Her body image had never been that good, and that on top of her size, which was a lot more than she was happy with, had her near tears.

"I can't fucking believe how big I've gotten," she spat. "Now it's even more difficult to find clothes that fit me," she raged further.

My heart went out to her. I took her hands in mine and tried to comfort her. "You know damn well how much your body turns me on," I whispered. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.

This poor guy was tall and toned but looked nearly emasculated. I'm not into guys but I know what attractive looks like-Aquaman, ladies, I get it-and this guy would be much more attractive to women, or men if that's the way he swung, if he wasn't so damn thin.

I had the device out in seconds. I had mentioned her metabolism being slow because I firmly believed that that had a lot to do with her current weight, and that had been on purpose. Fiddling the controls, I hit the button, hastily grabbing her hand.