"What do you think?" she said, hugging the dress up against herself.What I thought was, I wish I were that dress, and I wish it were me pressed up aga...nst her cute little body. And I wondered if I would have much say over what this promised pres-ent of mine would be.Sara immersed herself again in the search for dresses. My attention wandered, and I looked back around at a particularly shapely mannequin wearing a lacy red garter belt. Across the way, I noticed a striking older woman holding a. For the next few hours I wandered the streets sometimes crying sometimes numb. I was quite lost. I don't know why I had run off like that. Before that day I would never have dared stray out of sight from my parents.At some point I over heard a radio left on in somebody's garden bringing the news that this had happened all over the world and perhaps some ninety- percent of the worlds populations had been switched.I marveled at this. How had such an event occurred?Amongst all this I gradually. ... The wife and I could never have c***dren something to do with something with the wife's pussy but enough about that, we had always had a real healthy sex life and when I mean healthy 2 or 3 times a night every night but all of a sudden it went to 2 or 3 times every 2 or 3 months and the rest I had to really jack off, we decided to try couple swapping to spice things up but it did for me and some of the women were so dam horny real nymph's but the wife just went with it to please me and she. A couple of days ago, he couldn’t have imagined the situation he now found himself in. Yes, he’d noticed Allison. After all she was just the sort of woman he found attractive; self-assured, confident, neatly, if somewhat conservatively dressed. Thinking about it, he could recall three or four of the outfits she regularly wore to the office; conventional suits, sometimes trousers, sober colours but occasionally a bright blouse or top. He had paid more attention to her shoes, though. That, he.