No more lies!

"I can't believe Petra used to think she was out of shape… Look at this! She looks stunning," said Robert, now inhabiting that body, admiring himself in the mirror with a genuine smile.

"Dude… please take that off," Paul said, clearly uncomfortable, turning his eyes away. "I'm still not used to seeing you in my wife's body. And honestly, I never had a problem with her thinking she was a bit curvy... I actually liked it."

"Liked?" Robert smirked, teasing. "You want me to take it off because it's getting hard to resist, huh? Don’t try to hide it — I saw that little smirk when you looked at me just now."

Paul swallowed hard. "Of course it's hard. It's my wife's body… with my best friend's mind. My subconscious is going crazy, and even my conscious mind refuses to fully accept this. Especially since you said this body swap happened just a few days ago!"

"Yeah, I know… Maybe I shouldn’t have told you," Robert said, rolling his eyes. "But we were in such a great place. Every morning you’d wake up telling me how much you loved me, how amazing this week had been... And then, after the truth came out, everything changed."

"I admit, it really was amazing," Paul said thoughtfully. "Petra... or you... felt different. She had been distant for a while, like she didn’t want to be in the role of a wife anymore. And suddenly, everything shifted. The passion came back, and honestly... it wasn’t her. It was you. You stepped into the role and never looked back."

What Paul didn’t know was that it had all been planned. Petra was the one who approached Robert months ago. She wanted to experience life as a man — she believed there were more opportunities, more freedom. But she didn’t want to leave Paul with just anyone. She still loved him and wanted him cared for. And out of everyone, she chose Robert, knowing their friendship was genuine. That they’d take care of each other. She had chosen perfectly — Robert had always harbored a hidden feeling for Paul. That’s why it had been so easy for him. Even saying "yes" to the swap.

"Let’s make it simple," Robert suggested, eyes shining. "Let’s start over — like we did earlier this week. A new marriage. This time, no secrets."

He lightly lifted the hem of the babydoll, striking a playful pose with a teasing smile.

"So, my love... am I beautiful?"

Paul took a deep breath, and a smile finally crept across his face, despite all the confusion still swirling inside.

"You are... Roberta. And if we’re being honest now — no more secrets — let’s give it a try. I mean, when I think about it... this has been the best week of my life."

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