Her name is Jenny. She's been one of my best friends pretty much my entire life. Since I was 8 to be exact. We've been planning this switch since we w...re around 10 years old. That's when our parents first told us about the whole body switching thing. We agreed to become each other and that we'd be more comfortable in these bodies instead of other people whom we weren't as close to. Although I know I'll be fine in Jenny's body but I am still scared out of my mind. I mean, being a male my entire. Still feeling the fatigue of last night’s effects on my body, rather than allow the two to indulge in a lust driven encounter, I asked Becky to tell me about herself.As it turned out, I was no judge of women’s ages. I had thought Bex was close to my age. Nope. I was off by ten years. Becky had been married to another nurse at this hospital, one that was about ten years older than Bex. Adriana was of Greek heritage and had two daughters my age. Becky wanted to show off her family photos to me.. One rule that I had imposed early on was that Eva was to submit to everyone in the household as well as to me, though I always had final say over her. Every woman was to be called “Lady,” except Tabby, who as my sister was “Mistress.” Dean was to be called, “Sir,” which indicated his authority without making it equal to mine. Everyone in the household was allowed to spank her, whip her, even cane her, but only I could put her in chastity and only I could impose more drastic and lasting. Now as she was sniffling on the phone and begging for me to come home, I could only picture myself boarding down the most amazing hills in the country. On the other hand I knew my mother needed me. I regretfully canceled my trip to Colorado and scheduled a flight home. For the next two weeks all I could think about was mother and how I would do whatever it took to help her put her life back together.On the flight home all I could think about was the smell of her hair and the softness of her.