it's good to share!

so poor elle had been in her box quite a while and we all decided it was about time for me to swap with her. she also said she wanted to wear the slinky white jumpsuit, which was fine by me, especially since it's easiest to put on when i'm upright, while face-swapping is easier lying down ... meaning i got to be the one slinking into the slinkiness before i got out of the cabinet to lie down for the face trading.

boy, do i like how that jumpsuit feels going on. especially with msg's hands smoothing the fabric up my legs and then doing some extra touching topside once everything is zipped up!

so normally step one of our box-and-body tradeoff is getting my hair off. followed by getting my face loose, then putting elle's face on, then putting elle's hair on.

but this time, elle says, "here's an idea. why don't we do the swap ... during. you know. right in the middle."

(she said it a little different than that, but since i wanted to post this here instead of the naughty blog, i have paraphrased just slightly!)

msg was like, "really?" and elle was like, "really. let's try it."

naturally, i was all for it.

so prior to step one, there we did some strategic zipper-positioning of the jumpsuit's double zipper, and some kissing and, you know, all the preparations.

and then, you know, the getting started.

at which point, msg said, "wow. better not get too deep into the 'during' part or it may slip my mind that we're supposed to switch you two."

and of course, elle being elle, she said, "looks to me like you're already about as deep as deep gets," which was in fact the case. configuration-wise, i mean.

msg just cleared his throat at her and got my hair off.

now ordinarily, we rush pretty quick through steps two and three, because while neither elle nor i is hideous when bald, whoo, the no-face version of our head is a sight. like, a weird mechanical-ish white skull with eyeballs and tongue, gums and teeth still in place, and then with no eyeballs because we have to switch my green ones for elle's blue ones, and then with eyeballs again when hers are in place, and then some maneuvering of her floppy-saggy face until it's anchored in place and all tucked in where it tucks so she looks like herself again.

once he had me bald, though, msg said, "okay, i don't know how well i can maintain this 'during' with the skull-face staring up at me from you guys' body."

"hmm," said elle. "see if it helps to put my hair on first."

"because a blond skull-face is going to be that much sexier than a bald skull-face?" he asked, while making a few very nice 'during' motions for the sake of maintaining our configuration.

"blond hair makes everything sexier," elle said. "just try it."

"well ... okay, i guess."

(in case you're wondering why it was just them talking, i was saying some stuff too. but it was mostly related to the 'during' configuration.)

next thing i know, i'm a blond.

"hmm," i said, "i think i kinda do feel sexier. what do you think, msg?"

i mostly expected one of those damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't responses that guys come up with when they don't know which answer will make their girlfriends madder: you know, like "you're beautiful no matter what, dear," instead of "no, honey, blond you doesn't do anything for me" or "yes! you were okay before, but now you're a stone fox!"

but the expression i saw on his face wasn't that kind of expression at all. it was just ... him seeing me.

do you know how that feels? when your guy or gal is looking at you and you can tell they're amazed? it's a pretty good feeling.

"holy cow, you look so hot, claire," he said. "i can't believe it was just a few weeks ago you were thinking you'd gotten old and run-down looking. i was a little worried you wouldn't seem like you with elle's hair on, but it's just showing me how beautiful your face still is."

from her box, elle said, "yep. definitely still got it, honey."

now obviously i can't blush, but i sure would have right then if i could.

instead though, i just swallowed and said, "thank you so much, both of you."

"you're welcome," elle said. "now give her some more of that 'during,' msg. i can see how much you want to."

"actually," msg said, "if we're going to finish the swap while it's still 'during,' we probably ought to do that now."

"uh-huh," elle said. "is that because you think you're going to get carried away once you get going?"

"pretty much."

i came down enough from basking then to say, "elle, i'm totally good just from the two of us getting configured and msg giving me that look. we can go ahead and swap, seriously."

she laughed. "so much bullshit from you two right now! i can tell he's dying to, and i can tell you're loving where you are right now, and neither one of you is a very good liar anyway."

"we aren't lying," i said, "we just ..."

"the three of us had a plan," msg said, "and we're fine sticking to it. you've been in the box too long already."

"look, you two," she said, "you're sweet and all, but i would be a really crappy girlfriend if i saw how much you both want to and still said, 'right, my turn! me, me, me!' besides which, and trust me on this, i am soooo hot to watch how this turns out. we can finish the swap and i can have my own turn when you're done."

msg and i quit arguing pretty quickly after that, and we had a highly satisfying experience out of the whole thing, all three of us.

which just helped remind me: being together is about being generous.

everything is better that way!