.At about 2 in the morning I woke up.. Anju was still awake.. She was standing near the balcony.. Naked.. I walked and grabbed her from the back squee...ed her boobs and kissed her neck and shoulders.. Asked her what the matter was.. She told me that was missing her time with her hubby during their honeymoon.. I told her that nothing she could do to change the past.. But she can definitely change the future..She hugged told me that she was very much happy to have a trustworthy and understanding. I tossed and turned for half an hour before finally falling into deep sleep. I heard nothing from my neighbors through out the week, and then at midday on Friday my phone rang. It was Gabrielle and she asked if I could join her for lunch. “I uh… um, okay!” I stuttered and finally succumbed. Although she her words were polite, her tone of voice actually didn’t leave any room for a refusal.After telling my secretary to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day I rushed out of the office to. But thatwasn't everything. Without warning... I had become someone else.Someone who was married and had a little boy. The experience had been completely shocking... overwhelming even.Never in my life would I have even imagined that such a thing waspossible... to step out of my own life and into someone else's. Butjust as shocking was the realization that I was slowly beginning toknow things... remember things that belonged to my new life and body,not my old. That made it easier to adapt... but. All gone! I checked her hanging rails and her high heels, cropped shorts, mini skirts, vest tops and sheer, see-through tops were all missing.My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood pumping through my neck and head fuelled by the suspicion of exactly what sort of mission she was on. Reluctantly, I went over to the wash basket and, having moved all the clothes she had put on top, I found what I had feared - several pairs of Amy's panties were screwed up and pushed to the bottom. I.