HOLIDAY SWAP 1

Just another work of fiction, but the readers seem to like them.

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Holiday Swap

The wife and I were on the verge of breaking up, and decided to try a holiday together in Spain, to see if we could improve things. So one semi red-eye flight later we arrived at our hotel and booked in, only to get a message from home that her father was dangerously ill.

Now Sonia was very close to her father and wanted to go straight back, which we managed to arrange on the return flight of the plane that had brought us out. She grabbed one of our matching suitcases, said “stay, there is no reason to ruin your holiday as well”, pecked me on the cheek and left. I collapsed into bed naked as usual and fell asleep. (Sonias father was one of the problems between us. He had broached her in her early teens and had kept on doing it up to date, although to be fair, my own fidelity was less than perfect).

The next morning I woke up, remembered that Sonia had taken my travel clothes back with her to wash, and opened up my case to dress. ONLY IT WAS HER CASE NOT MINE!
AND SHE HAD TAKEN ALL OUR HOLIDAY MONEY BACK WITH HER!

“When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout”!!!

I eventually calmed down a little and considered how to deal with this. I would not starve as we were on full board, and as Sonia and I were about the same size, she wore my jeans all the time around home and they were a nice snug fit to her delightful behind, so surely I could find some shorts and a top and flip-flops to wear to breakfast, then plan further? Yes that was what I would do.

Ten minutes later I had found . . . only short dresses and skirts, all her panties were frilly and lacy, all her shoes had some kind of heels. By this time I was extremely hungry and decided to risk . . . a pair of knickers that just about covered me, a plain (but PINK!!) dress that came to mid thigh, no tights, too hot anyway and my legs are hairless, a pair of 2″ cork wedge heels that I could at least walk in (taking short steps which made my bum do figures of eight) and at the last minute to try and look something like a woman I added one of her padded bra’s (Sonia is a 34A, but this bra always makes her look like a 36C). My facial hair was no problem as I only have wisps, all removed with her “Veet” and I have longish hair which I washed then combed into a feminine style and nailed with hair spray. I checked myself in the mirror, not to bad so I hoped that everyone had early morning blurry eyes, and went down to breakfast.

No-one seemed to stare or notice anything so I showed my key to the breakfast steward ate a full meal and went to leave. As I passed the steward and, after I was hidden from the view of the other diners by his desk, he caught my arm and said “My name is Paul, and you look very lovely Senor .