PART 1 of No More Procrastinating

There's a picture frame on the desk of Mr. Anderson's cozy home office.

In it is a photo of Mrs. Anderson in the Anderson's kitchen wearing a light blue, red polka dot apron. She's made up. She stands with an airy poise, looking like Mrs. Susie Homemaker.

I've eyed the photo uncomfortably over the last few weeks, hurriedly dusting Mrs. Anderson's desk and vacuuming his office. I don't like having Mrs. Anderson's image watching me fumble around as I perform her old wifely duties. Thanks to the Anomaly she was now in my body somewhere, rounding third base with my girlfriend, and packing for her new life at the seminary.

And here was I: in her life. Breasts encased in her bras, slipping silken underwear into place, before pulling on the baggiest clothes in her closet.

I didn't want Mr. Anderson — Rick, I mean — looking at me. I wanted this to end. I knew it would only be a matter of time before God or some scientist would find what had caused 20% of the world population to shift bodies. I knew I just had to hold out a little bit longer. Until today's Sermon.

"There are no mistakes in the kingdom. This is divine intention. So settle joyfully into the role given to you. To the new husbands, I say: Love your wives. To the new wives I say: obey your husbands and be fruitful."

Rick is trying to heat me up. That's what this is. He knows I'm not just going to become his wife overnight. His tongue is an initiation. God, I can feel its encouragement taking root deep in my clit.

I want to leap up and run out of the room, I really do! But I'm frozen. There's something about his tongue passing my pink little nub I can't stop watching. No. I need to try to keep things together. I can't like this. I can't.

"You're getting wet."

Fuck.

"It's time."

I bite my lip and look over my tits. My nipples are rock hard. I know what he means. I know it's time for. Please! Please, if you are listening, save me from this!

"You're a lucky woman."

Lucky woman? I look on concerned as he gets his cock wet with my feminine juices. "I took my wife's virginity last year on our honeymoon. Thanks to that, your first time should be a bit more pleasurable."

He's watching his cock against my holy of holy's and moaning to himself.

"We had sex almost every night. It's been hard for me the last month. I nearly slipped up and pleasured myself last week, but I knew if I was faithful things would be taken care of."

God, hurry. Shut up and put it inside of me already.

Wait.

Wait, that's not what I'm thinking. This isn't what I want! No! It's a categorical disaster.

"You've seemed nervous the past month. I think this will actually help loosen you up a bit. Being a wife isn't all cleaning and cooking, Katie."

I'm struggling to keep my eyebrows from arching upwards as he positions himself at my lips.

Oh god. He's going in!

"How is it?"

"Okay. . ."

This feels so peculiar. It pinched a bit going in, but then my lips popped around the head of his cock and I felt a bolt of lightning shoot through my body. He's beginning to thrust. It's a strange fullness.

"Just okay?"

"I feel how hard you are. The sensations are faint right now."

Maybe if he were fucking me a bit faster it would feel better?

"Give it time. You'll see. Do you want me to speed up?"

"Uh." Oh shit. Yes. I do. But I can't tell him that. I can't lose myself if ANY DAY NOW there will be a cure and I'll be back in my old body. I'm not going to risk being sent to one of the homosexual deprogramming camps the elders run because I crave Mr. Anderson's thick cock.

"Here. I'll go faster."

Thank god.

Yes. Yes, that's much better. I like that. I think he likes it, too. I can feel his cock getting thicker inside of me.

"Was that a moan?"

"No."

Fuck, he heard that. I need to keep my throat tight or he'll think I like this.

"You know. . . maybe I'm being a little forward with you. This is your first time having sex with a man. It has to be intimidating to have to face me when it happens. Here. Get on your hands and knees."

"What?"

"Obey your husband."

Rick gazes at me sternly. I bite my lip and quickly scramble to the foot of our bed. I mean — his bed.

"Besides. This was always Katie's favorite position."

Oh fuck. Favorite?!  — "Oh!" Fuck — he's pushing in.

What is this?

This is doggie.

I question the air in my mind — and it replies.

Why does it feel like this?

Because of the angle, since this is the perfect position for a wife to show submission to her husband.

Why does it feel so good?

Because you like being fucked, don't you?

"Yes."

"See. I knew you'd like it."

Oh god. Hold on. Without protest or thought, you've just put yourself in a horrendously precarious position: On your hands and knees. At the edge of the Anderson's marriage bed. Doggie. Fuck!

Try to be calm. God, he's so deep inside of me.

Try not to focus on it. He's revving up. Yesjustlikethat.

Try to stay cool. He's going to fuck my pussy good at this angle. Justlikethat. Justlikethat.

Try to breathe and not let any of it impact you.

"I love looking down on my wife's ass. You're so hot."

Fuck, he's talking about me. I do have a great body. Justlikethat. Fuckmejustlikethat. I can feel the waves of impact on my ass. Rick is just getting started.

"It's even hotter knowing this is your first time."

Oh fuck. What did he say?

You have to snap out of it, Steve.

He's trying to condition you. He's trying to turn you into his wife.

You have to focus. If you LIKE anything he does, it will kindle the fire of Katie inside of you. You will become her! You can't let that happen.

Just relax. Let him fuck you and be done with it. Disassociate. Don't be the sweet little wife he wants: 1. Wearing her apron. 2. Cooking Rick dinner. 3. On your knees sucking his big, thick cock. NO! Say it to yourself over and over again: you don't like anything he is doing. Say it!

I don't like anything Rick is doing. I don't like anything Rick is doing. Justlikethat. I don't like anything Rick is doing.

*I don''t like —Oh god! Did he just spank my ass?! — oh god —Fuck!

"Harder."

Yes. Just like that.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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