Circle of Friends Part 6

 Part 6

Christmas was coming, and with it a chance for us to reaffirm individual family relations in traditional family celebrations. For the first time in a few years, we could be confident of attending those in the bodies we'd been born in.

That was fun, but sad too. Even as we were sharing out highlights from our own family gatherings, all of us were reaching out to help Mike stay calm and collected, as well as, surprisingly, Dave, whose parents had separated when he was leaving for college, and who had to remain neutral in the face of their increasing bitterness towards each other. Getting through that soap-opera was tricky for all of us.

As Tiff and her parents were going on holidays over the New Year period, and seeing as how I was her bf, I was invited along too. During our time away from the rest of the gang, we were outside the circle so to speak, but still maintained our psychic link to each other. During the week we spent most of the time wearing the other’s body for no particular reason, but we were both equally relaxed in the other’s skin. Inhabiting the same body for a couple of days straight was strange, this was the first time anyone in the group spend more than a day as a single other person. It was a little weird as for the past 3 years we had been swapping at least on a daily basis.

On the second last day I got incredibly horny when I realised that my body had on it a basque with a pair of panties, along with suspenders and stockings all pure white, I was eager to get back to the hotel room and have my lust satisfied. All through dinner I could feel the ache build, and I knew Tiff could sense it too.

When we got back to the hotel room, I went into the bathroom to freshen up, and when I came out, there was a path strewn with petals leading to Tiff, wearing nothing but the saucy underwear, and said ‘It would make me so happy if the next time this is worn, is beneath my dress on our wedding day’, and getting down on one knee adds ‘will you marry me ?’ . I was momentarily taken aback, and slightly stunned as to how I had not picked up the vibe before responding ‘ Of course, but on one condition, we both get to wear it ..’. 

It then hit me that this will change everything, what will become of the group ? / What happens if we become pregnant- will the switching get frozen for the 9 months, and what if I am in the body at the time ??. My thoughts then turned to our wedding day, and who gets to be a blushing bride wearing a white dress on the happiest day of our lives.

After switching back bodies, and putting on something more appropriate (for a guy) we celebrated with her parents with a glass of champagne as the New Year fireworks went off outside, both of us looking forward to our new lives with (and as) each other.

The End ?