Elton was sipping on a can of coke, watching the game wholeheartedly. He hadn't given these sorts of things a second glance when he was Emily, but suddenly they were the most engaging, exciting things he'd ever seen. He was super excited to finally catch a game, but knowing that it was on Sunday was kind of bitter sweet.
It had hit a commercial break, so he took a brief stretch, only to laugh at how he looked. Sitting their in his recliner, he was dressed in just a dirty t-shirt and boxer briefs. It was something his father would've done, and he never in a million years thought he'd do this... or she would have. Still, at least he looked good, if just a little unkept.
The sound of loud footsteps striking hardwood interrupted an add for chips, causing Elton to swivel his head. Down the stairs came his lovely wife Rebecca, dressed for a lovely lunch. Her hair was shiny, and lightly curled. Her makeup was on point, her blue sundress, swaying with each step, and high heels responsible for the clacking of wood.
She smiled, and gave a little twirl.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Gorgeous." Elton swooned. "Crazy to think the girl in front of me was the same that was begging for cock on all fours last night. How long it'd take to get ready?"
"Too long." She whined, pouting her lips and huffing. "It DOES take to long as a woman. Sorry I ever complained baby... though I think the cum I found in my hair didn't help." She added with a sneer.
"Apology accepted, and yeah my bad... hey I was just trying to pull out." He laughed, blushing a bit. "Sorry if I uh... released, a little early."
"Babe, relax, it happens... plus I get your side now." Rebecca laughed with a wink.
"You heading out?" Elton added.
"Yeah me and the girls are gonna have a late lunch then go get our nails done, why?" She asked as if being a 30 plus year old woman was the most normal thing on the planet for the normally college aged Rick.
"Well okay, if that's how you want to spend today." Elton chuckled.
"What does that mean?"
"Didn't you check your phone?" He asked. "Your calendar didn't remind you?"
Rebecca reached into her purse, quickly pulling out her phone. After a couple taps, she found the reminder.
"Time off ends?!" She whined. "Wait what!"
"Babe, we're grown adults OUT of college now? Did you think all these versions of us did were hang out and make love?"
"Wait so we gotta work? What am I- er, Rebecca? What does she do?"
"I checked." He laughed. "I'm an accountant... total yawn fest. And you're a preschool teacher."
"Oh HELL no." Rebecca groaned. "No I am not dealing with that, no thanks."
"Aw come on babe I think it's kinda sweet. It shows how motherly you are as Rebecca."
"Shut up Elton... Em, Emily... damn we got so used to these lives huh baby?" She sighed.
"Well it WAS fun. But you're right to complain, I'd rather get back to my life. I'm sick of hiding boners every time a hot woman is near or dealing with sitting while having this thing."
"Well ditto babe. My back can use use a break..." She muttered, massaging her left breast. "Also, I feel cute in them which, I know, shut up don't even bring it up later, but how DO girls deal with these all the time." Rebecca added, lifting her right leg to soothe her heel.
"You were literally just about to go out for hours in them." Elton laughed before swiveling his head. "Oh, the game's back on!"
"Well I wasn't about to let Sharon have her condescending ass talk to me about sty...le." She muttered before both of them stared at the other.
"Okay maybe we let this get a little far." Elton chuckled.
"God... yeah let's fix this now it's like only a matter of time before you let you old guy genes make you fat and bald and even less time before we make a whoopsie and I have to give birth." Rebecca sighed as she plopped onto the couch.
"I think you'd make a great mo-" Elton began before Rebecca gave him dagger eyes.
"Just get the camera, Emily."
A few minutes later, Emily walked in with the camera, and also a pair of jeans. Rick hopped up, now with her heels off, and the two looked over the camera.
"Okay, well, being fucked as a woman was fun- and don't you dare mention me saying that to ANY of my friends- but I think it's time we turn back."
"Yeah... but we have to do something like this again I kinda liked letting my role as Elton take over. I have a lot to talk to my dad about." Emily laughed before a frown filled his face. "Also... how do we turn back?"
Rick looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
"What do you mean babe? Just hit undo or whatever."
"That's just it Rick, there isn't an undo. There's random, Blend-in, Role Swap, Fusion, and Twinning. Outside of that option there's just the awareness features with all those options, and the reality alteration setting... which we probably can't even touch considering it was stuck last I checked."
"So... great." Rick sighed, patting down her dress and the slicking back her hair as she looked up. "So we just have to, what, experiment, with our lives and reality itself till we're normal again!?"
"Afraid so." Emily sighed. "So, what should we do?"
"You're asking me?" Rick laughed. "I-I don't know! Definitely not Fusion or Twining, that's for sure."
"And probably not Role Swap... that could get us back in bodies similar to our own but like, with different families or stuff right?" Em added with confusion. "Shit, did we even try that one?" She muttered, feeling like their experimenting at the mall was life times ago.
"Okay, okay... we can at least test Role Swap if we have to, but my money is on either Blend in or random." Rick replied.
"So, what? We risk it in here? Do we experiment first with one or the other, do we try together... like doing it together might give us better odds, especially with random, right? Or, God, should we go someplace else and try it... What do we do Rick?" Emily finally flat out asked.
Rick thought for a while, and then decided...