‘What’s ME being in your wife’s body got to do with YOU swimming?’ I asked Derrick, panting a bit from the swim. ‘Relax a little, guy. Look at all the babes you wouldn’t get to look at if your wife was ACTUALLY here.’
Derrick just stared at me. I could tell he was having trouble not looking at the generous cleavage I was providing. It was fun having him squirm like this; I knew he was trying his hardest to be mad.
‘You’re pushing this,’ Derrick growled under his breath but tried to keep smiling in case anybody was watching. He REALLY didn’t want anyone to notice that his wife wasn’t really his wife.
‘You’re overdoing it, act natural,’ I shot back. I gave his legs a quick squeeze, letting them press my tits together. I quickly swam away to the girls before giving him a chance to react. I don’t know if he’s angry or horny, probably both.
It was fun being one of the girls, having everyone’s eyes on me as I swam around.
Derrick’s wife, Draya, was a swapper that could only switch bodies with other swappers. She had approached me after our Superbowl party this year. Up until that point, I had no clue what a swapper was, much less did I know I was one.
Now, if Draya didn’t feel like going to a party or trip, she had the perfect stand-in. I was still in her social circle, so I knew all their friends. Draya told me she never thought she would find a swapper so close; any she came across were always strangers in passing. She did have to tell Derrick, though. He was understandably angry, but he couldn’t stop his wife from enjoying the ability she was born with.
I spent the rest of the pool party enjoying how the water felt gliding across Draya’s body. I felt the water pulling and dragging my curves as I pushed through. The feeling of gravity on my boobs once I got out was surprising; it didn’t help that I was all wet. I didn’t realize how much heavy lifting the water was doing. Experiencing life as a busty girl was full of surprises.
