Kate woke the next morning full of energy. She was very excited about the upcoming dinner dance. Tonight was the culmination of many weeks work. The knowledge that she would be dancing with a body swapped partner only added to the level of excitement. As she ate breakfast she tried to rationalise what the socks were doing. When her consciousness was in Kerry’s body last weekend was she Kerry or Kate? The world knew her as Kerry but she felt she was Kate. Who was right? Tonight it would Kerry’s consciousness in Tom’s body. Was that person now Tom or Kerry? Was he Kate’s husband or sister-in-law?
Kate also thought about 'Attraction' She was aware that while in Kerry’s body she had developed a strong attraction to Michael. It seemed that attraction had lingered even once she was back in her own body. She couldn’t get the thought of Michael’s large penis and hunky body out of her mind. When Tom had made love to her earlier in the week she had climaxed quite readily, unusual for her. She felt guilty that it had likely been because she had closed her eyes and imagined it was Michael on top of her.
Were bodies attracted to each other? Would Kerry (in Tom’s body) be attracted to her tonight? She wondered who she would find most attractive once Kerry and Tom swapped bodies. Would she lust for the Kerry body once it had Tom’s consciousness? Or would she be attracted to Kerry in Tom's body. She had enjoyed it last weekend when Tom in a female body had eaten her out. Was that beause she knew it was Tom? Or was she a bit Bi?
Kate had to put these thoughts aside as she dressed and prepared herself to get to the dinner dance venue. The function room had evidently hosted a wedding last night. She was meeting with her team at 9 to redecorate ready for tonight.
Tom stayed in bed as long as he could. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted this day to commence or not. The butterfly’s in his stomach had only got worse. He wondered if Kerry was equally as nervous.
Kate came in and told him “Get out of bed, I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve put some washing on. Can I get you to hang it out when it is finished? Could you also check the cold water tap in the laundry? It’s dripping a lot and there’s a loose board on the front fence. I should be home at about 12” Kate was in the habit of giving Tom a list of chores every weekend.
Tom fixed the washer on the laundry tap straight after breakfast. He then hung out the washing as he had been instructed. Most of the clothes belonged to Kate. As he hung up her bra’s he recalled how last weekend he had worn Kerry’s blue brassiere, how it had encased the breasts he possessed at the time. He wondered what bra he would be wearing this evening. The thought made him very stiff. Hanging up Kate’s work dresses only exacerbated that randy feeling. Tom had never been a cross dresser but he began to wonder what it would feel like to wear Kate’s outfits. Kate was a stylish dresser, she always looked very elegant.
He finished hanging the clothes out and went to inspect the front fence. He found two palings were starting to rot. Visiting the hardware store, for replacements then priming and attaching the new palings took up the rest of the morning and allowed him to temporarily put the impending body swap out of his mind. He was putting a coat of white paint on the replacement palings now in position when Kate returned.