My name is Sam Hurst, and my favorite hobby is inventing things. My most recent invention is quite spectacular. I call it the "Second Skin". It's a wearable skinsuit that will transform the wearer into whomever the suit is modeled on. For the first suits, I've made a "Michelle Suit" that will turn me into an exact clone of my wife. I've also made a "Sam Suit" that will turn her into an exact clone of me. Last night, we tried the suits on and had a great time in each others' bodies. Today, we will attempt to spend an entire Saturday in the Second Skins, culminating in us going out to dinner in each others' bodies.
I woke up this morning and tried to roll over. I was briefly confused by the weight on my chest until I realized I was still in the Michelle Suit. Michelle, still wearing the Sam Suit, was snoozing next to me. I hopped out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. As I walked, I felt the odd sensation of being off balance. Looking down at the unfamiliar breasts that jiggled with every step, I remembered I wasn't myself today.
I relieved myself, and then decided to take a shower. With Michelle still asleep, I decided this would be the perfect time to explore this feminine body. I stripped off the pajamas and stepped into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, soaking my skin and long hair. I started soaping myself and began exploring the foreign terrain of my new body. The curves were unfamiliar and exciting. The round globes of my breasts were heavy and full. My nipples were hard, and the areolas crinkled as I ran my fingers over them. It was exciting to watch my breasts change in response to my touch.
My hands slid lower. I caressed the soft, feminine curves. This body was amazing! My hands slid between my legs. Even with the unfamiliarity, it felt good. My fingers explored the folds and crevices, and they soon found my clitoris. It was swollen and sensitive. My hands moved faster and I leaned against the shower wall to brace myself. I could feel my excitement growing. I rubbed faster and faster. Finally, it happened. I cried out as waves of pleasure washed over me.
I stood in the shower, enjoying the afterglow. I knew I was going to like today. I finished rinsing off, and then wrapped myself in a big, fluffy towel. I dried off and walked back to the bedroom. Michelle was just beginning to stir.
"Good morning, babe." I said cheerfully. "Go ahead and take a shower while I start on breakfast."
I stepped into Michelle's closet and began to find some clothes. I settled on some cotton panties, short shorts, and a navy sports bra. I pulled my long hair up into a quick pony tail and headed for the kitchen.
I had just finished the bacon and was starting on the eggs when I felt a strong hand reach out and squeeze my ass. I turned around to find my wife, still in the Sam Suit, wrapped only in a towel.
"Good morning, Michelle." I said with a grin.
"Good morning, Sam." she replied.
"What would you like for breakfast?"
"Oh, I think I'll just have you."
"No no, none of that this morning. We have work to do around the house. I promise I'll make it worth your while this evening. Now go get some clothes on."
"Okay." she responded, disappointed. She turned and left.
A few minutes later, I was plating the food when she reappeared.
"Here's your plate. Go ahead and sit down and eat."
"Thanks, I'm starved."
"Well, you're in my body, so you have to consume more calories, plus the Second Skin is running on calories, so you need extra."
"Babe, I love these second skins. I had a lot of fun last night, and I think I'm gonna have even more tonight. But I have some questions and concerns."
"Go ahead." I said between bites.
"First of all, this technology is amazing, but it's too dangerous. Promise me you will never sell it to someone. We can't have it fall into the wrong hands."
"Of course, babe."
"Also, we can never tell anyone about this, not even our best friends. They may think we've lost our minds."
"I absolutely agree. Anything else?"
"Is it easy to design other suits? Could we be other people if we desired?"
"Yeah, it's almost like the Sims, you can design a custom body however you want. I'll teach you how."
"Then I'll say this. I'll wear any suit you want me to, male or female, but if you are being your real self, you can only have sex with the real Michelle. Michelle can only have sex with Sam, no matter who is who. I refuse to be your dress-up whore, unless we're both doing something kinky."
"That's definitely fair enough. Any other concerns?"
"Nope. I think that covers it. So what's my chore list for today?"
"Mow and weedeat the yard, clean out the shed, and go take the truck for an oil change."
"Oh, come on, can't we have a little fun? You know I hate those chores."
"I promise we'll have lots of fun tonight. Now, since I'm you today, what chores do I have besides cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the bathrooms, and starting laundry?"
"You can do all that. Just have everything done by 4pm. You'll need plenty of time to get ready to go out."
"Sounds good. So, did you make us a dinner reservation somewhere?"
"Yep, 7pm, Table for two at The Capital Grille. They have a bar there too, and the best steaks in town. And we'll get to dress up a little."
"I'll pick out a dress, but you'll have to help me with my hair."
"No problem. Now finish eating, you have a busy day."
After breakfast, I started to load up the dishwasher while Michelle went to go take the truck for an oil change. I was a little nervous about her being me in public, but I guess it would be good practice for her later tonight.
While the dishwasher was running, I wiped up the kitchen counter and cleaned the floors. I had just finished the floors when Michelle came back in.
"Any problems getting the oil changed?" I asked sweetly.
"Nope. They got me right in and out. They didn't even try to upsell me on anything. I guess it's different being a guy."
"That's great. Now go outside and start mowing the lawn."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Because it's normally my chore and we swapped chores and bodies today."
"I guess so. Fine, I'll do it."
I spent the rest of the morning doing household chores, and Michelle did the yard work. Around noon, she came inside for lunch.
"How's it going out there, Michelle?" I asked.
"Pretty good. How is the rest of the house coming along?"
"Still got plenty of laundry to do."
After I got the first load rotated to the dryer and started the second, I decided to reward myself with a luxurious bath. I had just started filling the tub when Michelle appeared in our bathroom.
"Sorry, really gotta pee." She said, as she walked past me to the toilet.
"You getting used to having a cock?" I asked, teasingly.
"It is nice to be able to pee standing up." She responded. "Are you about to get in the bath?"
"Yeah, I just started it."
"Can I watch you undress?" She asked, sheepishly.
"Of course, darling." I said as I pulled off the shorts and sports bra.
"God, I forgot how much I love your breasts. I'll never complain about them again when I'm back in my body."
"Oh, honey, don't you dare. I love your little breasts." I reached up and cupped my breasts. "They are perfect. And your little nipples are so tasty."
Michelle had been watching, and as I played with my own nipples, her cock began to stiffen inside her shorts.
"See what you are doing to me?"
"Yes, I can see. I promise you'll get what you want tonight. Now go finish the yard."
"Okay. Enjoy your bath."
I slipped deeper into the soaking tub, trying to remember the last time I took a real bath. My six foot frame didn't fit comfortably in the tub, but Michelle's body had no such problem. The water was soothing to my smoothe skin. I could see why girls liked taking baths.
As I relaxed in the warm water, my mind drifted. I began fantasizing about what the evening would be like. Last night's sex was like two horny teenagers, what would tonight be? Normally, I was the iniaitor, but would that be the case in this beautiful tiny body? I thought more and more on it under the water began get cold.
Reluctantly, I finished washing up and stepped out of the tub. I took a peak out of the bathroom windows and saw Michelle sweating profusely as she began to get the weedeater started.
I toweled myself off and went into Michelle's closet to retrieve a beautiful navy blue sundress. I didn't bother with a bra or panties at this time. I went into the kitchen and found some lemons Michelle had bought recently. In a few minutes, I had made a full pitcher of lemonade and went to carry it out to my wife in the back yard.
"Hey hun," I called out, "you need to drink something."
Michelle looked me up down as I poured her a big glass of lemonade.
"God, you are a tease," she said, "wearing that dress and no bra or panties. Do you know what it's like to have a boner all day and not being able to do anything about it?"
"I certainly do. And I came out here to motivate you."
Glancing around quickly to verify our backyard privacy, I lifted my dress and gave Michelle a full look at my body. After a few seconds, I put the dress back down.
"Now, finish your chores and behave and you will have a fantastic treat after dinner."
Michelle was speechless. Her jaw was hanging open, and her cock was throbbing in her shorts. I just smiled at her as she stared at me and then went back into the house.
I sat down and started folding all the laundry, I couldn't believe how much laundry there was! I guess I had never paid attention. After putting all the clothes away, I piddled around through the house until shortly after 4. Then I decided to try something adventurous. I went into the bedroom and started looking through Michelle's closet for my outfit for tonight. I found a very thin burgundy dress that would accentuate my curves perfectly. I went through her drawers until I found some nail polish to match. I sat there on the bed painting my nails and toenails when Michelle came in from the yard.
"You're doing pretty good for a beginner." She said with a laugh.
She began to strip in front of me as she headed towards the shower. I saw her long thick cock hanging down and knew I wanted it inside of me. I was trying to play it cool, but the truth was, I was super horny.
After sitting long enough for the polish to dry, I went over to Michelle's drawers and began to fumble around for some underwear for the night. I finally found what I was looking for. The lacy black thong. I pulled it up over my butt and the thin strip between my legs. Then, I pulled the matching bra on. I turned and looked in the mirror and was very pleased. It had been a while since she had a good occasion to wear it, but I wanted tonight to be special. Just then, I heard the shower shut off, and not wanting to reveal too much too soon, I wrapped myself in Michelle's bathrobe right before she stepped out of the bathroom and into our room.
Michelle removed the towel from around her waist and hung it up on a hook. Even flaccid, her cock was long and thick. Thankfully, she stepped into a pair of snug boxer briefs before I could act on my temptations.
"Do you have an idea what you are going to wear tonight?" Michelle asked.
"Yes, but I want to surprise you in a bit. Now come over here and help me with my hair."
We walked over to her dresser and she sat me down in her chair. She pulled out her curling iron and hair dryer and went to work on my hair. I had always admired her ability to make herself look stunning, and now I was going to enjoy her talent.
When she was finished, I admired my face in the mirror. I looked good. Our combined efforts had achieved a very desirable loom.
Michelle went back over to my dresser for slacks and a button up.
"Do you want help getting ready?" She asked sweetly.
"No thanks. I want this to be a surprise for you. You go ahead downstairs."
"OK, sounds good. We need to leave in twenty minutes. Don't be late."
"I'll be ready. You go ahead."
Michelle turned and left, giving me plenty of time to finish getting ready.
I went to Michelle's closet and slid on the thin burgundy dress, then a pair of black strappy heels. I stepped in front on her full length mirror to admire myself. I looked hot. I knew Michelle would agree. But something was missing.
