Babysitter-Wife Swap

It was Phil and Elizabeth's anniversary, and all signs were that it was going to be their last one. Every day seemed to contain more arguments and Phil couldn't remember the last time that he and Elizabeth had shared a heart to heart, and their once active sex life was a distant memory at this point. In spite of this shaky foundation, Phil and Elizabeth had made plans for one more date night, a trial to give things one more chance.

The two of them were getting ready upstairs, when the doorbell rang.

Elizabeth shouted from the bathroom, where she was still getting ready. "That's probably the babysitter, can you get it Phil?"

Phil gave his assent, and headed down to answer the front door. He could hear Tom and Mary playing loudly downstairs. He answered the door, and instead of seeing the babysitter that Elizabeth had hired, there was a man with a package.

"Are you Phil?" the man asked.

Phil nodded.

"Alright, please sign for this."

Phil looked at the package curiously. He hadn't ordered anything, and certainly wasn't expecting anything. He signed and took the package inside. Ripping it open, he found it contained...

A device that looked like a garage door opener?

There was also a note:

Dear Phil,

I was sorry to hear that things weren't going well for you and Elizabeth. I'm not really great with "soft skills", as you well know, but I did want to help you out in my own fashion. So I'm gifting you my latest invention. Point it at someone, and press the button. Whatever you say while you're pressing it, they'll believe. Not just that, the effects will linger for a few weeks and make everyone around them believe that whatever you said is the normal state of affairs.

Hopefully this will help you solve the issues you two are having.

Love,

Your Old Uncle Jeff

Phil stared at the note and then back at the device the package had contained. Usually, his uncle Jeff made useless inventions like toothbrushes with built in floss compartments, or self-cleaning pans. But this seemed to be one of his rare breakthroughs, and if it could do what Jeff said then Phil's marital issues were done. He could point that device at Elizabeth and make her into his ideal wife.

He ripped up the note and threw it and the package in the trash and put the device in his pocket. He was eager to test it out. He hurried back to the room, where he found Elizabeth putting the finishing touches on her makeup. His heartbeat speeding up in anticipation, he pointed the device at Elizabeth and pressed the button. She stopped what she was doing and got a blank look on her face.

"Elizabeth, you want to take your dress off."

It had been so long since she had let him see her in a state of undress.

He let up on the button, and she blinked a few times before looking at Phil, giving a small smile and taking her dress off.

In spite of being in her early 30's and having given birth to two kids, Elizabeth still had an amazing body. Although her stomach wasn't as flat as it had once been and her legs weren't as toned as she was before, she was still 100% the woman he had married.

What surprised Phil the most was the lacy bra and panties she had chosen to wear. Sure, they were going out for an anniversary dinner, but he had already accepted that they would have a chaste meal and if they were lucky they wouldn't get into an argument before coming home. The thought that the two of them might actually reconcile, that he might actually see the sexy clothes she had on under her dress had never even occured to Phil.

Phil was about to use the device again, and command her to take off her undergarments when the doorbell rang again.

"Shoot, I think that's the babysitter," Phil said.

Elizabeth looked confused, "Who was it before?"

"Just a package," Phil said hurriedly. "I'll get it again."

He left the bathroom a second time, and opened the front door.

The sight that greeted his eyes robbed him of his breath. Elizabeth had mentioned that she had hired their next door neighbor's daughter, Tiffany, to babysit for the kids. He vaguely recalled that she was about to graduate high school, but he hadn't recalled Elizabeth mentioning anything about her looks.

Tiffany was a knockout. She had the kind of looks people used Photoshop and Instagram filters to achieve. It was the middle of summer, and she was wearing short shorts and a midriff bearing top that were straining against her perfect breasts and butt.

Phil was dumbstruck for several seconds, before Tiffany broke the silence.

"Are you Mr. Smith?" she asked.

He nodded, before regaining his senses and giving a more sensible response. "Uh, yes. Please come inside. Make yourself at home. I'll get Elizabeth, why don't you go downstairs and say hi to the kids?"

Tiffany nodded, and walked downstairs.

When Tiffany was out of sight, Phil couldn't help but mentally compare her to his wife. Sure, Elizabeth still had a lot of the tone that he loved so much, but Tiffany was still in her prime and could give her a run from her money any day. He wanted so badly to see what was going on under those clothes, but as a married man he could never do something like that to Elizabeth.

Unless... He remembered the device in his pocket. Maybe, just for one day he could allow himself a little liberty. An idea started to half take shape in his head.

He came back to the bathroom, where Elizabeth was still in just a bra and panties. He pointed the device at her and pressed the button.

"You are not my 32-old wife Elizabeth, you're actually the daughter of our next door neighbors, Lizzy. You're a high school senior trying make a little extra cash and you're here to babysit Tom and Mary, while me and my wife go on a date."

She blinked a few times, before looking at him and shrieking.

"Mr. Smith, I'm getting dressed in here!" she shouted. "Go away."

Phil hadn't been expecting this, but her reaction did make sense given her state of undress and her new relationship to him.

He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in here," and closed the bathroom door. He left their bedroom and went to find Tiffany for part two of this plan.

Back in the bathroom, Lizzy was very confused. She knew she was here to babysit Tom and Mary, but why was she here wearing nothing but her undergarments? She reasoned that she must have ruined her clothes (spilled something on them maybe?), and been offered replacements by Mrs. Smith. Strange that she didn't actually remember anything like that.

There was a fancy dress on the floor, but if she was borrowing clothes, she didn't feel comfortable taking something nice like that. She went into the closet that connected to the master bathroom, and saw all of Mrs. Smith's clothes and she was... disappointed. Mrs. Smith dressed like an old lady. Well, that wasn't really fair, but she didn't have anything that would look cool for a teenager like Lizzy.

Lizzy was resourceful though, she found a t-shirt that she tied off to show off her belly, and some yoga pants that looked pretty good on her (good thing Mrs. Smith was her size!) Ready for her debut, she went downstairs to meet the kids.

* * *

Phil went downstairs where Tiffany was introducing herself to Tom and Mary. She seemed to have a natural raport with the kids, but he didn't need her to be a babysitter right now.

"Tiffany, can I talk with you upstairs for a moment?"

"Sure, Mr. Smith," she smiled and waved goodbye to the kids, before following him up the stairs. "What's up?"

Phil pressed the button.

"Tiffany, you're not actually the babysitter. You're my 32-year old wife, and the mother of our kids, Mary and Tom."

Tiffany blinked a few times, before smiling at Phil.

"I thought the babysitter rang the doorbell recently? Where is she? It's almost time to go."

Then she looked down at her sexy clothes.

"Oh no! What am I wearing? I can't wear this to the restaurant, I have to go change."

Phil realized what must have happened. What Tiffany was wearing was iffy, but fine for a teenager babysitting two kids, but it would be scandalous on a 32-year old house wife going on a date to a nice restaurant.

He pointed the device at her one more time.

"You don't think there's anything wrong with what you're wearing. Your fashion sense is exactly what it was when you were a senior in high school. In fact, you entire personality is the same as it was in high school - though you're madly, deeply in love with me and want to please me however you can."

Tiffany seemed to process this new information for a few seconds, before she gave Phil a look like a lovesick schoolgirl.

"Phil, babe. Come on, we're going to be late for our reservation."

Phil was looking forward to what the night would bring.