A Clever Switch

Part 6 - A long day nears and end.

Neil spent an hour reading potential client files while Donna and Colleen chatted about nothing of importance. DR was mostly on the phone sucking up to clients and arranging dinners and the like. Before long the girls were dragging Suzy off to lunch. Over a coffee and a tiny salad Neil listened to these two party girls, tell him how they were going to be entertaining Wilco Industries this week and they had lots of fun at the previous dinner night with them.

Back at work Neil saw his old extension number come up on his phone and knew it would be Suzy on the line to taunt him. Picking up and answering as Suzy Watson, Neil heard his old voice on the line. Suzy was reminding Neil that he had to arrange a dinner night at home for her to attend, that is, if he remembered the conversation from last night with his husband. Neil remembered but had chosen to forget it, until now. Suzy told him that he should organize dinner for tomorrow night Thursday.

"I want you to cook everything yourself miss Suzy and it better be good. If you ever want to get away from good old Dick, then a great meal and pleasant evening is important. Do you understand?"

"Yes Neil, I understand," Neil said. He winced at having to address that witch as Neil.

"Great, I'm looking forward to it already Suzy. Ok have fun down in marketing won't you."

"Yeah whatever!"

Neil hung up and tried not to curse out loud at Suzy's audacity. She was going to force herself into the picture she had manipulated. Like driving a hot poker into Neil's side. The rest of the day Neil buried himself into the Wilco file to try and understand their business. Neil began to figure if he was going to be Suzy for any time, he might be able to improve her standing with some well chosen suggestions. If he could show some ability he might take Suzy's control over him out of her hands. Maybe the powers above would see potential, he knew those guys well and could use that knowledge to leverage himself out of marketing. 

Finally the day was over and Neil trudged back to his cubicle and said goodnight to those that were still there. He tried not to get into chatter about his day down with DR either. Picking up the handbag he'd brought with him he headed to the lift. Down on the street he made his way to the station and began to dread the trip home. He did notice however his legs were much better off with hosiery on. Taking his place on the platform he wished he was hopping into his BMW now and heading to his apartment. He knew though that Suzy was now doing that for him.

The evening rush was also the evening crush as Neil found himself wedged tight in a human sardine can, known as a train carriage. So now he had the combination of pinching shoes and very close bodies. Bad enough he now had a woman's body but did he have to endure sweaty armpits above his nose and the rather embarrassing male groin rubbing his lower back! Eventually the throng thinned enough for him to get a seat and Neil grabbed it with relief.  He was a bit drained when he finally walked from the station platform and it took a moment to realise he had no idea if Peter would around to pick him up. After a five minute wait Neil figured he had no choice but to walk to his new home. Twenty minutes later with his feet aching he arrived. No sign of Peter's car so Neil fumbled in his handbag and found some keys which after a few attempts opened the front door. Still, Neil called out if anybody was home, he didn't feel like facing his husband just now. Maybe later he would be up to playing the wife but for now Neil needed not to be Suzy!

After establishing that he was alone Neil instantly headed to the bedroom and removed his blouse. He practically ripped the pantyhose off his legs as they were beginning to feel like a prison around his thighs, probably not his normal size he figured. His skirt was soon sliding to the floor before he kicked off his heels and slipped his panties off. Finally Neil stood before the mirror naked. Suzy Wilson sure did have a good body Neil noted but why did he have to be inside it! This whole swap thing was playing with his psyche. He was beginning to wonder how in hell he was going to get back to his old body. Was this his new station in life? Would he forever be a wife and a secretary? God he might even become a mother! If only he could find some way to trick Suzy into reversing things. of course he had to first find out how she did it! With a sigh, he headed for the kitchen. The fridge contained the answer to his prayers and the first few chugs of the cold beer were sweeter than any before. In fact the whole can was drained in moments as Neil sought to cure his blues. Of course the booze did nothing for Neil's ills and he stood half slumped over the kitchen bench pondering his predicament, surrounded by appliances and white goods. Were these to be his new tools of trade? He shuddered to think ahead to tomorrow night when he'd be preparing a culinary treat, for Suzy of all people! Playing the hostess was not on Neil's to do list in life.

He headed to the bedroom and had a long hot shower. Once dry he grabbed a pair of sweat pants, which of course were hot pink and a loose t-shirt, he didn't even bother with underwear. His breasts swung unfretted but Neil could care less right now. A second beer can popped and Neil took a more relaxed swig this time. By the time he had half done with that one he could face it no more though, as he began to feel woozy. He muttered to himself he had lost the ability to knock back less than two cans. Feeling groggy he flipped the bedroom TV on and lay down to ease his tired feet.

Was it five minutes or a couple of hours later as Neil was awakened by Peter, his newly acquired hubby. The fact he was sliding Neil's tracks down his legs was not lost on the new woman.

"Peter, what the fuck are you doing?" Neil screamed.

"Geeze honey, I was putting you to bed, I mean two beers and your snoring away here and I thought I'd get you under the covers rather than leave you slumped across the bed like a cheap drunk!" Peter snapped back.

"Oh, yeah, um, sorry Peter, I didn't mean it to sound like that," Neil countered, trying to recover his over reaction.

"Listen muffin, I don't mind the occasional drink but this is two night in a row you've gotten drunk, is there something going on I should know about?"

"No um, no there's not, I'm sorry Peter, it's just work took bad turn I guess." Neil answered.

"Want to tell me muffin?"

"Um well I got transferred, to marketing."

"Oh, but didn't you tell me last week you were hoping to get into marketing?"

"Well, yes but you see,  if I didn't accept the move I'd have to resign."

"So you took the move then?"

"Yeah, yeah I did, I just hope I can do it, that's all."

"Ok then muffin, then everything is ok. No need to bomb yourself out over it."

"Your right Peter of course."

"I sure am muffin, now lets think about some dinner hey."

"Oh right, yes of course, I'll start something straight away."

Neil suddenly realised he was the wife and it was probably his job to make dinner each night. He somehow felt he should go and cook something for him and Peter. He was wondering why he had agreed so readily when Peter gave him an out.

"Listen, it's a bit late to be cooking, and well we do have a reason to celebrate, your new position I mean. So why don't we eat out muffin?"

Neil felt a wave of relief at Peter's suggestion and it didn't take long for him to agree to the idea.

"Great idea sweetie, I couldn't face the kitchen tonight I don't think."

"Ok well you go make yourself sexy while I have a shower."

"Um, yeah, well ok Peter."

Neil made his way to the bathroom, as he'd already showered, he spent some time working on his make-up. As he did so he was greeted by the mirror reflection of Peter stripping off his clothes before getting into the shower. Every time Neil looked up from his work he was greeted by the sight of Peter, who was naked and soaped up! Neil felt disgusted that he was even  looking. Sexy, how the hell did you make yourself look sexy, if you've never done that before? Neil tried to think sexy while redoing his lipstick for the third time. Maybe it would have been easier to just cook, he thought to himself.