Time Travel Trouble - TG Caption

"What in the world?" I mutter to myself, looking around. “This doesn't look like the 1960s, and- oh!”  I startle as I peer down and catch sight of myself, or more specifically, catch sight of the two rather large and unexpected additions to my chest.

“Well, it looks like the time-frame's not the only thing I got wrong. Time to jump back and re-calculate-,' I cut off as a voice speaks through the door.

"Oh Mrs. Mayfield, I do hope you’ve prepared yourself properly for our evening constitutional," a male voice calls out.

'Evening constitutional?‘ I ask myself. 'Does he want to take a walk?' The question answers itself as I turn and stare into a previously unseen mirror. “Oh…oh my, not a walk then. I have to get out of here!”

"Darling? Why do you not answer? Have no fear, I sent the maid home for the day. There is no one around, and no reason for you to be quiet. I know how hard it is for you to control the volume of your womanly passions,” the unseen voice finishes in a near growl that sends unexpected tingles throughout my body. Having had enough, I attempt to activate the mental trigger that will send me back to my own time when, to my shock, I answer the unseen man instead.

"I am ready husband, but please keep your voice down. It’s far too embarrassing,” I finish and realize that there must have been some cross-contamination.  I'm not the only consciousness in this head. My musings end as the door opens and a mountain of a man steps in. Is this… my husband?

"Dearest wife, there is nothing embarrassing about our love for one another. And there is nothing embarrassing about how…vigorously you express it."

I try to answer but nothing comes out, my eyes drinking in the huge form of ‘my husband’ standing before me. My head barely comes up to his chest and, as he approaches, the difference is only made more clear. Swallowing, I look up into dark, caring eyes and cannot help but flutter my own. He is an amazing specimen..

"Darling?" he asks, concern now apparent in his voice as he takes my face in his large, rough yet caring hands. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Oh no, husband," my mouth once again moving of its own accord. "I merely lost myself in the exploration of your masculine form." Even if the words aren’t mine they reflect my thoughts. What is wrong with me? Why am I being affected so? I must get back to my lab and check over my notes, figure out what went wrong. The body obviously has far more control over the mind than I had anticipated.

"Well then," he begins and finishes by sliding his hands from my face, down my delicate neck, and further down to caress the smooth expanses of female flesh proudly displayed by my positively scandalous lingerie. My mouth slowly drops open in response to the overwhelming sensation.

I’m shocked to realize I want him, maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I need to activate the trigger, but it’s based on desire, and the desires of this body are overriding my own, I think. I need…I need to…

“Well then,” I repeat back to him as I place one hand on his chest and the other on his manhood, giving a delicate squeeze. "What are you waiting for?"

I should stay for a while. I need to do more research.

Part 2