Mark had to do something. He was trapped with Mrs. Robinson's body for Christ's sake. Wanting to get help from anyone, Mark reached over to the tight pink dress and slipped it over his legs and pulled the tight fabric up to cover his bra clad breasts. In order to put on the dress, Mark had slipped off the high heels he was wearing. After pulling the dress up Mark tried to walk away without putting the heels back on.
As he tried to walk away Mark suddenly lost control of his mouth once again as his voice rang out, "Don't think you can go skipping out on wearing my heels Mr. I paid good money for those shoes."
Mark, not wanting to lose control of his body, put the heels back on and struggled to maintain his balance. Mark then tried to go about seeking help. As he walked to the the high heels Mark began to notice his weight shift from hip to hip, and could feel the fabric of the dress strain against his toned thighs. Trying to ignore the peculiar situation he was now in, Mark went outside.
Going into the front yard Mark saw Dan working on the landscape. Mark hurriedly strutted over to Dan.
"Dan! Dan!" Mark yelled as he went over to his best friend.
Dan turned and his eyes grew wide, "What's the matter Mrs. Robinson?"
"Mrs. Robinson?" Mark questioned.
Suddenly Mark once again lost his control over his speech, "Sorry Dan. I couldn't quite hear you. How are you doing?"
Dan smiled, "Doing well. Just finishing up your front yard. My friend Mark went home for the day."
Mark suddenly regained control, "Oh... Gotcha..."
Wanting to possibly talk to Dan about the precariousness of his situation, Mark invited Dan inside, "Want to come inside for a drink for a little bit?"
Dan nodded in agreement and Mark led him inside.
Mark grabbed the pitcher of Mojitos from the fridge and poured out Dan a glass. Wanting to probe further into his predicament Mark began to ask some questions, "So Dan. Do you notice anything different about me today?"
"Not really" Dan answered. "You look really great."
Mark not knowing how to respond then asked, "Does my face look normal? My hair?"
"Yeah. You look like you always do with the short haircut."
Mark then went to ask Dan if he saw him as Mark when he then lost the ability to speak once again, "Well thats enough about me. Want to go upstairs? I need help reaching something in my closet."
Making the situation worse was the fact that MArk also lost control over his new body. His mannerism suddenly became much more feminine as he led Dan up the stairs to the upstairs bedroom. With every seductive step his sexy body took, Mark tried to resist to no avail.
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