It was only supposed to be for the weekend and it was supposed to help us understand each other better.

One Friday night as I was waiting for my wife Cheryll to finish getting ready so we could go out for our weekly date night. She asked a question that would affect both of use greatly for the rest of our lives. She casually asked me as she slid on a pair of her black three inch high heeled leather boots and stood up and sexily adjusted her bra and slip if I would like to swap bodies and lives with her? It would only be for the weekend.

She looked up and coyly smiled at me as she stepped into a sexy knit little black dress and turned and asked me to zip her up, you know honey it would help us understand each others wants and needs better. I agreed with her that it would be a great way to see how the other person thinks and what the go through each day as I zipped her up, but there was no way to actually do it.

She asked then asked me again this time more directly as we held hands in our bedroom. "Craig, honey would you like to try out my life and body as I try out your life and body this weekend?"

"Yes, Cheryll, I would like to try out your life and body as you try out my life and body this weekend."

I felt a quick spark or a jolt which forced me to close my eyes. When I opened them again I felt a little wobbly and somewhat exposed. I could also smell Cheryll's perfume even more and I could taste her lipstick too. Then I saw a males chest dressed in the dark blue suit I was wearing opposite me. As I looked down I saw a strand of long blond hair fall onto my shoulder, and a perfect pair of C cup breasts encased in a black knit dress, and below them a sexy pair of nylon clad legs and black leather boots.

I looked up to what was my face just a moment ago, it was smiling down at me as she, no she was now he and that made me the she in our relationship said, "You make a very pretty lady honey. I would be honored if you would join me for a night of dinner and dancing and hopefully a little bit of marital bliss once we get home."

He then pulled me close and kissed me as he held me tight, I felt loved and protected as he kissed me like I had never felt before. It was very nice to be treated as a pretty and desirable woman. I experienced many new feelings that night. The bliss of wearing lingerie, hose and heels. The softness of ones own nylon thighs as you cross them. The caress of a spring breeze as it creeps gently up ones dress. The camaraderie of the woman's room as one freshens their make up. The arousal one feels when they dance with someone they love, the hardening of my nipples, the wetness down below, the firmness of my husbands penis pressed against my rounded feminine belly. I didn't know things could feel so different yet so right. Craig took my arm as we walked, he held doors for me, he told me how pretty I looked in the moon light as he caressed my nylon clad bottom through my knit dress.

By the time we got home I was a woman in desperate need of my man. We made love over and over that weekend and by Sunday night we had a new and profound understanding of each other that we never had before. As we were getting ready for bed we tried to change back, but it wouldn't work. We stood facing each other unsure of what to do, me in a long ivory satin night gown with a tight bodice that held and softly caressed my ample bosom and my husband in a pair of his silk pajamas. We faced the facts that we would have to go to work as each other on Monday morning but that didn't mean we couldn't play newly weds again that night. As I was getting ready early the next morning as my husband slept in I found my self growing fond of my new female image in the mirror as I got ready for my first day at work in a dress and as a woman. I loved how my make up and hair turned out and it looked like I had an inner glow about me. The girls at work asked why I was smiling so much as I came into work but before I could answer one of them said Cheryll must have gotten laid last weekend and all I could do was blush as I walked to my desk and turned on my computer.

We tried again each night that week to switch back but it still did not work. We slowly settled back into our married life with the only change being who was the husband and who was the wife. We sent each other sexy emails and talked on the phone once or twice a day. Which was something I didn't make time for when I was the husband, but now as the wife I found I truly needed to hear from my man one way or another during the work day. It made me feel special and loved and sometimes wet. Like when he would send me a naughty email or when he would tell me what he was going to do to me that night at home.

We went out again for our date night on Friday and my husband had to wait for me to get ready since I could decide which of my new dresses I wanted to wear. He called me a typical female and we both laughed. On the following Tuesday morning as I was getting ready for work my breasts felt tender to the touch and I suddenly felt very sick and before I knew it I was throwing up in the toilet. My husband heard the noise and came in to check on me. He held me and helped to keep my long hair out of the toilet.

After I was done and cleaned my self up he asked me as he was shaving if I had my period last week?

"My what?" I said as I stopped putting on my make up at my vanity.

"You know your period, all you woman get them, even the newly minted ones like you. Where is your palm pilot Cheryll?" he asked me as I was curling my eye lashes.

"It is in my black purse on my lingerie dresser. Why do you want it?"

"It is where I kept track of my cycle when I was you," he said.

He stopped shaving and went out to find it as I finished up my make up and hair. As I stepped out into the bedroom in my shimmery peach bra and panty set I found my husband with his head in his hands his face still covered in shaving cream. My palm pilot was on the bed next to him.

He looked up at me and said, "You better sit down Cheryll. You know that family we have been wanting? Guess who is going to be the mommy and who is going to be the daddy? You where supposed to have your period last Tuesday, honey he said as he looked at me. When I was me I was never more than two or three days late. I think this means we are going to be parents."

I looked over at the man I loved and smiled as I kissed him, shaving cream and all. "I think we are going to be great parents, Craig. You will make a great dad and I look forward to being a loving and wonderful mommy."

I am eight months along now and fully adjusted to being a woman, a wife and a soon to be mother. I love my husband more today than I did the day we got married. He makes a much better husband and man than I ever did and he tells me I am the most sexy and beautiful woman in the world. Which make me blush and wet all at the same time. We have decided to leave things alone we are more in love and happier in our marriage than we were 8 months ago.

"Honey come quick I just felt your son kick, come feel," I say as I guide his hand to my growing belly and smile as my husband feels the kick of our unborn son in my expanding tummy.