They already show signs of sagging. In another decade They'll be half way to my belly button." I'll trade you? Sags and all." Cleo bartered. "They're ...ardly worth having. Granted, I've seen smaller than mine. But yours ... what I wouldn't do for yours!"Kyle was adjusting, turning and plucking at the gown. "Me too." He added into our little chat, his voice almost drowned out by the storms thunder.Cleo went on, ignoring him, "Everything looks better on. Guys love an hour glass figure. When you're. "Okay, Sara, I'm going to load these pictures on the computer, lie still until I come get you."About 30 minutes later she returned and asked me to follow her to the den."I've sorted the pictures and printed out a few for your 'before' shots in the album. Now, see how the hair sticks out along the crotch? We definitely need to shave you a little in that area." Well," I replied, I can see that, but I can also see a very ungirly bulge that shaving won't fix." Oh, but shaving and trimming with. All the while I was chanting in my head, 'swap bodies with me' over and over. I pulled up to the curb and she paid me, gave me a tip and got out. But nothing happened, she walked off, her hips swaying left and right. The hem of short skirt she wore flipping side to side, how well I recalled how that felt on the backs of my own former thighs.I began crying, I knew I was lost, trapped in this horrible body and life but why? I'd never done anything wrong, I had always been a good person. I loved. It’s just how it is. So, now I’m released from the constraints of monogamy, legitimately, per the terms of our own pact. I see no reason to avoid taking you up on that offer, unless you have qualms about cheating on your husband, since I suppose that some might say that your wedding vows supersede your commitment to put out for me,” I was brutally frank with Tricia.“The wedding vows are no issue, because I let hubby know going in that I wasn’t the faithful kind of bride. We never put the words.