The other account was present for a meeting in the same war room at 2 p.m. We thought we were showing them the final product, and then they abruptly decided we had taken it in the wrong direction. They demanded a complete overhaul. By 5 p.m. Well the entire department dropped everything and we split into two teams. We were working at breakneck speed to get everything done, and finally at 6 p.m. completed both ads. Neither was happy, but both said they would take what was done and report to their respective companies and let us know if it could go forward as planned.

Debbie, the buxom redhead, walked slowly past my office door. She turned around and came in. Leaning down to put her elbows on my desk she looked me in the eye and mentioned how I do marvelous work. Especially under stress. Well, as I was trying to keep my eyes focused on hers, I couldn’t help but notice that in her position I could see down her button-up shirt, that just happened to be not all the way buttoned-up. I was used to her forward ways, so it was no big deal. Everybody knew who the office playboy was, and they all wanted a piece of the action. Tonight, I just needed to get home for some rest though.

My commute home started shortly after that. First a subway trip that lasted about 30 minutes, then a short train ride of another 30 minutes, and finally to my car at the hub station. I call it the milk run, but even that hour on subways and trains saves me 2 hours driving, and about $200 a month in gas. The ride home was another trek. At least my home was only 20 miles away. When I arrived it was about 8:00 and Cindy was sitting at the dinner table, in front of a cold dinner. My wife of 7 ½ years, she was dressed in her sexy little black dress. Cindy is beautiful. I met her in college and she was an athlete from the swim team. At 5’9” and 120 lb., with short bobbed blonde hair, she was hawt.

I had told Cindy this morning we were going to celebrate completion of the two ad accounts tonight, and receipt of my accompanying commission checks. Now, I had to tell her there might not be a commission, and the accounts may have fallen through. Worse yet apparently, I had not called ahead to announce that I would be late. We ate in silence.

Well a storm started rolling in, and we actually went to bed at 10:00 without saying a word. At least until she made a comment about if she were the husband she would have gotten both the accounts and been home in time for a nice dinner. Then I told her if she were the husband she would not have had to get both accounts to make ends meet since I wouldn’t spend every dime that came in.

The dream began slowly. Tan-colored clouds swirled around and I did not know where I was. Curiously enough, it seemed Debbie was in my dream with me. We still had the harsh feelings for each other from when we went to bed. A voice spoke to us that we would have the wish we desired – for exactly 24 hours. Then I drifted off to nothing but blackness.

I awoke about 5 am and had unbelievable energy. I could not get over the feeling that I could go outside and just run for an hour and not have to stop for rest. I stepped to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for my last day of the workweek. Looking in the mirror, I was shocked to see not myself, but Cindy! Huh? I went back to the bed, and there was my body, sound asleep. Weird. I reached out and shook myself at the shoulder. Slowly the eyes came open.

“Michael?” said the voice.

Crap! Our bodies must have been switched somehow.

“Cindy, I had this crazy dream.”

“Huh? Michael? What happened to me? I feel so tired and sluggish.”

“Stand up for a minute.” My doppleganger stood up, and staggered to the bathroom. “Where’s my hair?”

“Cindy, I have lots of ideas of things we can do for fun right now, but I have to get to work. Seeing as how they are expecting my body there, that means you need to get moving! I have two accounts in the balance, and need the money to pay these bills you keep racking up!”

After some helping her get ready, she got out the door and took off in my Honda. Hearing the gears grinding, I knew I should have taught her how to drive a stick earlier.

I got on the phone to the Spork Insurance Agency. It took some convincing Steve that Cindy, or I mean, I am sick. I got him off the phone.

Then I did what every guy dreams of, if he was a girl. I took off the robe. Took off the panties. I started caressing down there. Funny thing, I don’t have a headache like she always seems to say she does. I kept the caressing going, and started fingering my nipple with my other hand. Something was about to give, but I couldn’t quite get it right. I went downstairs to turn on the washing machine to see if that would help.

****

2 hours later.

Riiing. Riiing.

“Hello?” I answered my cell.

“Hey Cindy. It’s Steve. I know you aren’t really sick today. Let’s head over to the Sheraton again and spend some quality time together, if you know what I mean.”

Wow. The things you find out when you switch bodies with your wife. Like that happens often.

“Uhh. Ok, what room do you want to meet in?”

“The usual. 312 I think”

I arrived at the Sheraton in Cindy’s little black dress. And a large purse. I don’t normally dress as a woman, so I hope I got the right thing. This thong underwear would take some getting used to, but apparently it isn’t on too often.

I went to 312 and knocked. The door opened. There was Steve.

“Why did you knock? Your key is still in your purse isn’t it?”

“Call me old-fashioned.”

“I like the dress. Kind of dressy for being sick”

“Ya, I wanted to try some stuff out. We’re about to get kinky. First, I want you to eat me out. Just the way I like it.”

We both proceeded to undress and he had a tongue that made me feel like I wanted to stay a woman the rest of my life! He got me going and I actually had multiple orgasms off oral sex! I had never know what multiple orgasms were – thought it was just a myth. You know, one of those “anything you can do I can do better” things.

“Hey baby, how about giving me a turn?”

“Ok, I’m going to strap you down to the bed and have my way with you, Honey.” He had an erection that surely was not as big as mine, but I couldn’t really compare them right now could I. I used the pink handcuffs that were still fresh from the store packaging and handcuffed him to the bed posts. I took a ball gag and stuck it in his mouth.

“No need to make this take longer than necessary,” I said as I took the knife from my bag. “You don’t need to be out sleeping with married women.” A quick slice through the ballsack and it was done. He couldn’t scream, but was left moaning in bed. I snuck out through the back way so nobody would see me at the front desk.

****

10 hours later.

[Screech!] My car! I ran to the door. There I was, I mean Cindy. She got out of the car, top button undone, and tie over her shoulder. It looks like she had a long day. Good, she knows what it’s like now. Tonight the 24 hours is over and we’ll see.

Cindy looks up and smiles at me. That looked like a nasty grin. She pushed me inside the door and locked it behind us.

“I’m going to rape you.”

“It’s not rape if it’s consensual.”

“No really. I’m going to make it hurt.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Well at your office today, guess who showed up hanging all over me thinking it was you.”

Silence.

“That redheaded slut Debbie. I knew there was something going on between you two, but didn’t confirm it until today. I asked why she thought she was going to get some action today, and she said she has before. I asked her to estimate how many times before, and she thought about it and said, “almost weekly, for the last 6 months, guess that makes about two dozen.” So I took her to a hotel.”

“You what? I can get fired for something like that!”

“Yes, I took her to the hotel, then beat her senseless. Her face is a bloody pulp right now. At least she’s still breathing, or was when I left. Then I made wild, passionate love to her. You’re right. That does feel good. If I was a man, I would be trying to do that all the time just like you! You climax every time. Good or bad sex, you still climax. And you just get up and walk away when it’s done.”

“You raped her?”

“Oh yeah, and now it’s your turn.” Smack. Her fist hit my head, and my head hit the wall. I got up to run to the door, and she grabbed my ankle and yanked me back. Smack. Smack. Smack. I had no energy left.

She started unbuttoning my jeans. It took me so long to get into those, and here she is yanking them off! “Isn’t this going to hurt when you wake up raped?”

“Not as much as it will hurt you today. I’ve been wanting to do something like this to you for a long time.”

I saw my opening. Thud! I kneed her (me) in the balls.

“Owww!” Smack. Smack. Smack. I could feel swelling all over my face. My arm was either broken, or had a severe bruise on it.

She took off her pants. I had always thought my dick was medium sized, but from this angle it was looking huge! “No. Not now. Give me a minute to recuperate. I’m begging…”

She didn’t give in. The pain was excruciating. My skin down there was stretching in ways it should be stretching. She was thrusting and thrusting and wouldn’t stop. I saw a wicked grin cross her face, and an involuntary relaxation as she came in me.

“Oh, I’m not done yet. Not even close. When you wake up tomorrow you are not going to have any balls.”

She went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

I watched in horror as she stood on her toes to get my testicles on the cutting board. She put the sharp edge of the knife against them. Then she backed off. “No, I’m going to make you suffer.”

She went to the window blinds and yanked off a string. She wrapped the string around those testicles in a knot. She took the long end of the string and placed it over the door and stood on a chair, then tied off the string on the doorknob. She said she was going to jump.

“Please no. That’s all I have that defines me as a man.”

“Then get over here and lay on this table and I’m going to rape you some more. If it hurts too much, just kick out the chair and it will all be over.”

With great hesitation, I weakly got up on the table and got ready.

“No. Turn over. We’re going to have a real ride now. You remember making me do this last year? You swore you would never make me again, and then you did the next night when I couldn’t defend myself. Now it’s your turn.”

I turned over. Anything to keep those balls. She raped me over and over and over. I could have stopped it, but the cost was just too great.

“Interesting. After the first time, you can hold out for a long time before coming.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m going to cut this string now.” She cut the string and went back in the kitchen. Again she put the testicles on the cutting board. Out came the knife. “I’m going to use the boner. I always liked that name for a knife.” She sliced through my ballsack. She cut off the sack and left the bare balls hanging. “Owwww. That sucks!” She sliced them off quickly as the pain was too much even for her to bear.

“That was surprisingly not painful after it was over with. Let’s see how you like it tomorrow. By the way, I’m headed to the police station to turn myself in as a rapist.