Some say the universe can have a sick sense of humour, others that it just enjoys teaching lessons...
Stirring from her sleep, Sarah yawned and stretched, sitting up. Opening her eyes she was greeted by an unfamiliar room.
"Where the hell am I?" she mumbled, scanning around, seeing a wedding photo hung on the wall.
"Jack?" she whispered, reaching out to touch the frame.
"Wait a minute" she thought, "That's not my hand!"
Stumbling back into the room and then racing over to the cluttered vanity, she saw a brown haired woman, with large breasts staring back at her.
Probing her face and running her fingers through her hair, she watched as the woman in the mirror copied her every movement.
"Oh My God.... I've become Jack's wife!"
Meanwhile....
As Jack roused from his sleep, he was met with the soft embrace of bedsheets. "Guess I sleepwalked back to bed" he figured, snuggling his face into the pillow.
Though something was off, yawning he caught the scent of the pillow. "That's weird, it almost smells like.."
His eyes bolted open, "Sarah!" he whispered, though was quickly taken aback.
"That's not my voice...." his mind began to race as he rolled over and flipped the bedsheets off.
Looking down he saw the curves of a young woman, wearing a pink nightie.
"Oh God, Oh fuck" he panicked, watching the perky breasts rise and fall more rapidly with his sharp breathing.
Springing out of the bed and racing over to the wall mirror hanging near the door he stared at the figure before him.
"I'm... I'm..." he stuttered, watching the young woman with a terrified look on her face copy him.
"I'm... Sarah?!"
"Ugh, my back" Barbara thought, opening her eyes. "When did I get downstairs?"
Stretching she thought she heard her husband groan. "Ja-" she paused, caught off guard by the low toned voice.
"Wha-" she began, before catching sight of the tended bulge in the boxers that lay below her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, in Jack's voice.
