Please read and enjoy this fictional writing.Friday night, every Friday night for the last six months, George sits in the living room waiting for his ...ife to get home from ‘ladies night out’. He knew it would be after 2 am when she would get home. She was pretty sharp to hide her indiscretion by getting home shortly after the bars closed. George didn’t even have the TV on, just quietly waiting for his wife to come through the front door. She always left the house after taking a shower and. “Something is bugging you about last night?” She got wide eyed, but after a deep breath she nodded. “I hope the sex wasn’t lack luster.” She chuckled and shook her head. A hand absent mindedly brushed some hair behind her ear. “No it’s not that. I just don’t remember coming here… After.” “Well… You kind of passed out. I didn’t feel right leaving you there in the alley with the moron so I figured instead of digging through your purse for your license or address, I could just bring you here.. .. if everything is all right? I mean, you seem a little ... um ... not exactly yourself lately?"Lexie blushed. "I have been having a hard time ... I guess you could say, I haven't exactly been in my right mind the last day or so."EXACTLY what I thought! The veiled reference to having traded bodies with someone else. Now we were getting somewhere. She was opening up to me. Push the issue now, but gently."Some friends of mine and I might be able to help," I continued in a low voice. "We all. Needless to say, Matt'sin a little pink pair of ruffled panties under a slip and dress tomatch, getting a bonnet tied under his neck. I get a call about an hourlater."I let the police know that he's okay so they can call off their searchand head over to Marge's place for tea and I find him in his little pinkdress and slip too short to cover his ruffled panties in his seconddisposable diaper getting fed from a baby's bottle in Monica's arms.Janet and I have tea with Marge in their living room.