Mayuko and I have been dating for almost a year now. We love going out to Western restaurants and cafes, where we spend the time watching people pass by and just quietly enjoying each other’s company. We are always on the lookout for new places to try, especially ones with outdoor seating. Of the two of us, I’m a little more reluctant to try out new foods, but she’s been great at helping me expand my tastes.
I know she is jealous of me. I seem to never gain weight no matter how much I eat, while she constantly gets self-conscious about her figure. She always gets torn on the inside whenever we pick out something potentially sweet or fattening. I tell her that I love her no matter how she looks, but she would still die at the thought of gaining some pounds. I actually think she could use a couple more, maybe on her ass would be nice… I say that as I’m sitting on it right now.
Anyways, she has this magical hair ribbon that we can use to swap bodies with each other whenever we wear it. We ended up using it constantly, experiencing parts of each other’s lives and spicing up our dates and restaurant trips. It’s a secret between just the two of us.
We would spend more and more time swapped, as she used my body to eat as much food as she could without having to feel any guilt. I didn’t mind, as I got some fun out of acting really girly and eating really daintily while in her body. I admit, I have saved some nude photos of her body that I took in private. I even have “enjoyed” her body, though only very shamefully, more than once, but I think she assumed that and just doesn’t care. After a few months, I feel that she thinks of my body and hers as both being her own, and she comfortably swaps between them. I still can’t get used to the feeling of being her, but I still find it enjoyable. I feel happy for her when she gets to use my body to do what she loves, but when I see my own face savagely scarfing down food, I do get a little embarrassed.
I guess those calories would come back to haunt us. I’ve been sitting here for five hours, waiting for her to be done shopping in my body, when I get a call from my aunt.
“This is Mayuko, yes? Where are you? Your boyfriend… he’s… he’s… he just passed away!”
“Yes, it was a heart attack!... yes! He was so healthy! You always told him that!”
“His parents are here right now, they’re so, so devastated! I don’t know what to say, I can barely, I don’t know what to say…”
…
This seat sucks. My tits keep hitting the table.
I know it looks like I’m smiling. Her face always does it when she’s feeling like this...
If I look like a dead fish right now, forgive me. I’m going to finish my drink.
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