Permanent Christmas Present(requested)

 This is requested caption by Serboyboy.

Heavily inspired by
https://swappinggrounds.blogspot.com/2019/03/you-know-way-i-like-it.html?m=0

"You're not serious?" John asked, stunned. Cawny giggled at his concern. "Why are you so nervous? You were fantastic in bed. You'll be great, Cawny." Suddenly, all the fun he'd had in his secretary's shoes quickly vanished, replaced by fear.

"I... well, yeah, it was fun... but only for a night. It was supposed to be a shared Christmas present. I don't want to be you forever," he stammered, suddenly feeling the December chill in his borrowed skin. He wrapped the blanket around his slim frame.

Cawny buttoned his shirt.  "Well, the sad truth is, I always planned to keep your body after the swap. Who would want to be a lousy secretary when I could be a super-rich CEO, especially when my brother works at a swap clinic and can easily change the record that the swap never happened? Sure, I lost a dozen or so years, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Besides, I've always been a bit of a toughie tomboy. That's what happens when you grow up in a house full of boys. Being a man, in a way... makes sense, I might say. I think you understand that yourself, seeing as your siblings are all sisters."

She leaned in and kissed John possessively on the lips. He didn't even try to resist. He was still in shock about the revelation, plus his old lips felt wonderful against his skin.  "Now I expect to see you on Monday morning and... or you know what, it's Christmas, so let's just say you have until after the New Year to fully accept your situation. If anything, you know yours, I mean, my number now, so call if you need help, Merry Christmas," and with that she left, leaving a stunned John in her body in her apartment.

Alone in the low glow of the christmas tree, John stared at his reflection. Cawny's face—his current face—stared back at him.

He touched his cheek. Soft. Delicate. Not his.

"It's not that bad," he murmured. "Well, I do look good in this robe, and I'm younger."

Then he remembered: he had no his money, no access to his accounts.

He sighed.

But not tonight.

Tonight he was Cawny.  And Cawny deserved a glass of wine, and a fluffy blanket before bed.

After all, he was going to be she for a while.

And as he snuggled deeper into the couch, she had to admit that being someone else, even unexpectedly, even unfairly, was somehow... liberating.