Chris and Amanda Claridge are that couple. They look happy. They live in a well-kept home, have three little girls and fit squarely into the roles of husband and wife.
Chris is a handsome college professor who easily charms everyone he meets. He loves his job and can’t wait to go to work everyday. Amanda is a dedicated mother and caretaker. She tends to the kids and appreciates how important her job is, even if others don’t get it.
Underneath the surface of this functioning family, things are unraveling. Marital problems are about to split them apart when something magical happens.
Chris and Amanda make a bedtime wish that forces them to live life as the other person. Chris must pretend to be his wife as he takes on childcare and household chores. Amanda steps out of her heels and into her Chris’s shoes to tackle his job as a college professor.
The role reversal is a revelation for the couple. Neither one has it as good, or bad, as they expected.
Can Chris and Amanda make it past the secrets they have kept from each other? Will this new perspective give them the chance to find their way back to love?
“You have to stop it! I’m not kidding, I’m going to weigh five-hundred pounds if you don’t lay off the food and beer.” I’m irritated. “Isn’t my ass fat enough already?”
“No, it’s not, you’re getting too skinny. I love your ass.” He smiles and nods when he says this. “I’ve always loved your ass. Besides, I eat when I’m stressed and this is VERY stressful.”
I can’t win. I pick up the conversation where we left off. “So, what’s your theory?”
“Huh?” He lets out a short burp and then grimaces as he chases the shot with a drink of the beer. “Oh, yeah, the theory.” He wipes my forearm over my mouth. He’s making me look like a barbarian.
“Here’s a napkin.” Even when I’m a man, I’m still in mommy mode.
“Oh, sorry. Anyway, I think it was the wish last night. We had to be on to something this morning. It’s the only possible explanation.”
“So, we need to wish we were back to ourselves?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure it will work, but I think it’s a good place to start.”
“I agree. This is our best bet.”
I feel a full sensation in my bladder. I have to go to the bathroom. The white wine spritzer is going right through me. I think about walking back home to do this, but I can’t risk a second attempt at a mouth kiss from my mother-in-law. I don’t like to use public restrooms as a woman and I certainly don’t want to do this as a man. I suppose I don’t really have a choice. Even worse than being out in public looking like a very tall, bald man, is being a very tall, bald man who wets himself.
“Chris, I need to pee.” It feels like a secret.
“You know where the bathrooms are.” He’s gulping the beer looking at the television situated above my head.
“Yes, I know where they are, but I’m not sure about the proper protocol in the men’s room.” My bladder feels like it’s going to burst.
“Oh.” He sits down the beer and thinks for a minute. “Yeah, uh, I guess the first thing to keep in mind is that it won’t smell great.”
I already don’t like this.
“Second, if you have to pee, just use the urinal. If you go into the stall, everyone will think you’re pooping. Oh, yeah, if you see someone in the stall, he’s for sure pooping. Don’t go near him. It can get pretty ugly in there. So, like I said, use the urinal. Just pull out my dick and aim it at the bar of soap looking thing at the bottom. When you’re done, give it a good shake. And, if there is anyone else at the urinal, whatever you do, don’t look at his penis. That is strictly prohibited and considered VERY bad men’s room etiquette.”
After hearing all that, I think about skipping the whole thing and risking that mother-in-law mouth kiss, but I’m afraid it’s too late for that. Besides, if I can push a baby out of my vagina, I’m sure I can handle the awkwardness of a public men’s room.