Alt Shift: Father to trophy wife 2: summer

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A over year had passed since Alt Shift. I, once Zoe, found myself in my husband's body, my husband in his father's, and his father in my body. A new law forced us to assume the roles of our new bodies. Although I sympathized with my husband's loss of years, I was also happy to be the successor of company. In my former body, many considered me a foolish trophy wife, a gold digger, a secretary who got where she was thanks to her looks (and while it certainly help, it weren't the only factor). Now I could fully utilize my intelligence and role as successor to the company's CEO to implement my ideas. 
I was surprised by the attitude of my father-in-law, now my wife. We didn't get along; he considered me a foolish gold digger, and I considered him a conservative asshole.  
However, the new law forced us to marry, and with more time together, we got to know each other better. He learned about my intelligence, and I about his past as the rebellious hippie son of a rich couple from south, who traveled around the country with his friends in the 1980s. I was surprised by how easily he slipped into the role of trophy wife that those assholes from the Alt Shift committee had assigned me; he felt like a duck to water. 

After a year and a half, we were a fully-fledged married couple. We had just been on vacation by the sea, spending all our time sunbathing, having sex, swimming, sex, visiting monuments, sex, eating at luxurious restaurants, and, of course: sex.


We had just been to the beach, where I watched "Zoe"—or rather, Kieran in my old body—stand in the water and let the waves hit her. It was surreal to see my old body moving by a completely different person.

"Are you coming in?"  she called, and her voice, new Zoe, sounded more sensual than I had ever imagined.

I followed her, waves lapping our faces, salty wind ruffling our hair. It felt so natural. Playing with her in the sea, seeing the joy on the face that had once been my own, was intoxicating. She was so alive, so invigorated by new life, perhaps truly free of burden for the first time.