Tut.I really can't help it.For her husband's consistent incarnation of vinegar, in addition to pretending not to see it, Deborah just shook it back and warned without threat with her eyes.Chapter 87 Malibu, Fifth Wedding Anniversary, Early the Next Morning.A ray of sunlight shone through the curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaving a mark on the quilt in the bedroom, where a man and a woman faced each other asleep, their hair tangled.Deborah opened her eyes in a daze.She felt as if something strange about her body.The room was a little dark except for the sunlight, and she rubbed her eyes and looked at the sleeping beauty beside her.The hair is messy, the lips are ruddy, and the nightdress suspenders fall off the shoulders to reveal a large area of delicate skin, which is so sexy and sultry even in a sleeping state.Tsk, worthy of her.Because she had just woken up, her brain was still a little confused, and she didn't react for a moment as to why she could see her face.But that didn't stop her from appreciating it.There was a smile on her lips, and it took her a moment to realize that something was not quite right.Wait, this is not looking in the mirror, why is there suddenly an extra woman who looks exactly like you lying next to you?
Didn't she sleep with Timothy last night?
What about Timothy?
Deborah blinked, stunned, and she turned her head and began to look around the room.Over here......
It's their bedroom, yes.In her confusion, she suddenly felt that her body was a little strange, and she couldn't help but reach out and lift the corner of the quilt???
Where's her boobs!?
Her pupils shrank slightly after being frightened, and Deborah's mind suddenly became chaotic.And because there was nothing in the way, her gaze quickly froze below her lower abdomen.These J-pants......
Why do you look so much like the birthday gift you bought for your husband??
This is simply a confusion in the world.Is it because she hasn't woken up yet?
Deborah closed her eyes, and it wasn't long before she opened them again, bowing her head.The black D-line pants came into view again.And the enveloped flag, which has been erected since the morning, is diligently telling Deborah the fact that she seems to have become a man.Most likely, this man is still his husband.After all......
This flag has been seen for five years, and it is no longer familiar with it.FUCK。
Just as he was about to get up to look in the mirror, the "self" who was awakened by Deborah's movement pulled his arm over in a daze, and muttered sleepily, "Honey......
Let's sleep a little longer. ”The arm just wrapped around his chest, touched it, and seemed to feel that something was wrong, and "himself" immediately opened his eyes with a look of horror."
Timothy?"
Deborah asked tentatively, a deep man's voice coming from her throat."
Myself" looked at "her", pulled up the quilt and looked down, then smiled bitterly for a while, and sighed in a hoarse female voice: "I'm not dreaming." ”Deborah pinched him and pinched herself.A man and a woman let out two cries of "whoop", and they looked at each other.The pain was real, they weren't really dreaming.So what should it be called, soul swap?
Deborah was still a little excited to think about it, she didn't know what it was like to be a man.It's a great opportunity to experience it.As if she had opened up some new skill, she quickly unlocked the first step of the program for some reason: how to use her husband's body to go to the toilet.There was some shame in the process, and even more shame at the thought that Timothy would use his body to go to the bathroom.But after the shame passed, she suddenly raised a wicked smile.Then they ...... again When the two of them are self-defeating?