Lisa hurriedly walked away from the hotel room, not looking back.
“Joe won’t be problem now.” She thought guiltily as he hurried past the elevator towards the stairs. She argued that when he disappeared, he wouldn’t really be missed. He was single, lived in a trailer and worked at a bar. When she had been James, he had been bitterly jealous of Joe. Joe’s affair with Lisa always had bothered James, but now James was Lisa, and that affair was over.
“Joann will get a fresh start now, hopefully she get a nice family and be raised to be a nice young woman.”
Lisa pushed open the door to the stairs and hurriedly descended. Again feeling the pain in her chest, she brought her hands up to hold her breasts in place.
“Clearly I’m going to have to remember to wear a bra from now on. Two days ago I never even would have imaged I’d be saying that, but this is my life now.”
A smile suddenly sprang to Lisa’s face.
“This is MY life.” She said emphatically, so that it echoed through the stairwell.
She burst out the exit and raced to her car. She climbed in and looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She smiled brightly.
“Who’s Lisa Hamilton? You are!” She said to the mirror.
As she drove home her head spun with a strange new excitement. She wasn’t James anymore, not really. Of course a part of her always would be. She’d be James for over 30 years and she’d only be Lisa for less than 48 hours, but that who she was now.
When she had been James, he had wanted Lisa so badly. He’d gotten to make out with her once and it had been amazing, he had dreamed about, he masturbated to her.
“Oh god.” Lisa thought. “The old me used to jerk off to the new me, that’s kind of weird. God, it’s a good thing we never actually hooked up or I’d always feel guilty that I cheated on Jack with ‘myself’.”
Lisa smiled again when she thought of Jack.
“I’ve got a husband. I’m a married woman…and I love.” She thought as she pulled up to her drive way.
In the early morning light she was thankful to see that the lights were still off. A part of her had been terrified that Jack might have woken up and found that she was not there, but she knew that she had worn him out before she left.
She parked the car and quietly entered the house. She stopped, this was just any house, this was HER house. She carefully took off her shoes and tiptoed silently up the stairs.
She peaked in the bedroom and saw Jacks form still asleep in the bed. Thank her look she stripped out of Jack’s polo shirt, dropping it to the floor and slide out of her pants and underwear.
Her nipples hardened in the cool morning air and she shook with excitement as she carefully crawled into bed. She wanted to wake Jack up right then and there and fuck his brains out, but she was also exhausted and closed her eyes and thought how she would do that when she woke, and then again later in the day, and that evening, and tomorrow and the next day.
