Melissa yawned as she awoke. She smiled groggily at the lump showing where her husband Sam lay in bed next to her, covered by sheets. Then she made her way to the bathroom to get ready for her day.
Melissa was 44 and Sam was 46. Both were fairly average in appearance: she stood 5’4” with straight brown hair to her shoulders, small breasts, and features that were sort of pretty; he was 5’8” with brown hair also, skinny with a slight paunch, and a plain face. She worked in marketing, while he was a high school teacher.
They had 5 equally average children: Grace, age 16; Jack, age 13; Cal, age 11; Penny, age 8; and Henry, age 5. They loved them all dearly.
As Melissa stood in front of the mirror, she suddenly registered that the woman reflected wasn’t her. It was a 20-something raven-haired bombshell, with DD-cup breasts, toned hourglass figure, and gorgeous features. She wasn’t wearing the T-shirt and shorts she’d chosen for pajamas, but white lacy underwear and a lavender lacy bra. Yet the reflection moved with her…
She ran out of the bathroom and made for the bed, shaking her still-cocooned husband awake. But when the covers fell away they revealed a completely different man.
He stood 6’2”, with hay-colored smooth hair and a perfect tan to match, as well as the chiseled face of a 25-year-old and a deep voice emanating from a large Adam’s apple. His muscles were like an action figure, almost exaggerated for effect in their proportions. Between his massive hairy pecs, his washboard abs, his tree-like legs, and his thick arms, he looked almost god-like. Unlike the action figures, though, he was packing a 5” soft, 10” hard salami downstairs. He wore only a white jockstrap and a leather necklace that hung down to his “mleavage”.
“Sam?” Melissa cried out in astonishment.
The hunk took in his body with awe, flexing a big bicep, then smiled at his also newly transformed wife. “Yeah, babe, it’s me,” Sam said in a seductive voice almost like a purr.
Just then came a scream from one of the kids’ rooms. Sam and Melissa glanced at each other. Had this happened to their kids too? Should they check? Or should they investigate each other’s changes more…intimately?