Your mom's body is changing. I feel it. I see it. In the past six hours it looks like this body has gone back in time 10 years. I look like the woman in the photos I found. The newlywed. Legs spread on the bed. Your dad entering her. When I try to remember my male self, something about it feels. . . old. As if I changed back I will have aged twenty years. As if your mom's body is taking my energy as it's own. It seems to have sped up since your dad and I had sex this morning. I feel more energetic. And hornier. I'm so worried your dad's going to notice. Though, I think he already has. And then again - would he care?
Hmmm. Do my breasts look perkier to you?
At the mall, as I was walking out of the women's room, I saw a lady your mom must know. She stopped me. "My god, Karen. . . you look great! You don't look a year over 24!" I smiled and we made small talk for a minute before I excused myself. I didn't want to be late for my nail appointment especially after I begged the lady to fit me in.
I know. I know I should be with you researching a way to get out of this mess. But I can't just stand your father up. He asked me out. And especially after the great sex this morning and how much I've been putting him off lately, I think it would be good for us. After all, I am his wife - or at least filling in for her.
Do you think he'll like what I bought?
OMG, I hope I'm convincing. Does he notice? He seemed really pleased with me this morning. But I can't be sure. Something in me needs to be sure. Your daddy doesn't say much, so there was something lovely about him burying himself in me this morning and moaning as he filled me with his come. I knew I had gotten to him. Made an impression. Turned him on.
I can't stop now can I? A wife. . . a wife has duties.
When I put this on in the store I knew I was done for. That's why it was so easy to swipe his credit card. When he sees me in this after dinner tonight he's going to be unstoppable. That's how I want him. I want him to end me. Make me forget. To bend me over the couch and pummel moans out of my throat.
Oh, fuck - listen to me. I'm turning into a total slut. But I do have his ring on my finger, so there's nothing really wrong with this is there? I mean, as far as he knows, there's nothing going on. As far as he knows, I'm just his wife. I even shaved for him - a perfect little stripe. It's cute and I know he's going to love it.
Enough talk. He'll be home soon. I need to get ready to go.
I know you've been ringing my phone all day and leaving messages. I'm sorry. I promise just one more night and I'll be ready to change back. Besides, I'm only doing this for your father. It's date night.