American Man to Irish Housewife: Body Swap and Pregnancy

By Jessica Cockburn

Join Conor and Saoirse on a whirlwind adventure as they accidentally switch bodies, navigate their new identities, and discover unexpected desires along the way. Will they uncover the truth behind their predicament and find a way to switch back, or will they find love and acceptance in their newfound lives?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Cockburn
• Release date: Sep 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215016039

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American Man to Irish Housewife

Body Swap and Pregnancy

Copyright 2023 Jessica Cockburn

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About the Author

Connect with Jessica Cockburn

Prologue

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Hey there, where are you headed? she asked, leaning in through the passenger window.

To Dublin. And you? Conor replied, drawn to her charming Irish accent.

Ah, that's unfortunate. I'm actually headed to Limerick, where I'll be spending the night, he said with a smile.

Well, that's mighty kind of you. Mind if I join you then? she responded, opening the car door and stepping in. By the way, I'm Saoirse O’Brien.

Saoirse was a striking figure, tall and slender, donning a thin linen shirt that accentuated her perky breasts, along with jeans and a ponytailed cascade of vibrant red waves. Her timeless features resembled those of a Pre-Raphaelite painting, and her eyes gleamed with delight. She tossed her backpack in the backseat and closed the door.

Caught off guard, Conor found himself staring. Regaining his composure, he finally introduced himself. Well, call me Conor.

Oh my, just like my ancestor, The Great Conor O’Brien, Saoirse exclaimed.

Oh, I'm afraid I'm just Conor Miller. Who exactly was 'The Great' Conor O’Brien? he asked, curious.

Why, he was only the last Gaelic Chieftain of Ireland. Sadly, he was defeated by the English back in 1600, she explained.

Wow, that's quite the heritage, Conor remarked, intrigued.

Oh, just one of the many hidden treasures in the O’Brien family tree, Saoirse whimsically remarked.

Intrigued, Conor urged her, Well then, please do tell me all about it!

As they continued driving, Conor found himself captivated by Saoirse's animated storytelling. Her lively spirit and deep reverence for her Irish roots shone through as she shared tales of her remote home on the Dingle Peninsula. He soon learned that she hailed from a family of hardworking farmers, playing an active role in managing their herd. Saoirse took immense pride in her lineage, which had been meticulously traced back over four centuries. Dublin was her first stop on an adventure that would eventually lead her to the United States. Conor also couldn't help but notice the earthy scent of wool that clung to her, a fragrance that inexplicably drew him in.

Now, it's your turn, mysterious Conor. What's your story? Saoirse prompted eagerly.

With a sigh, Conor responded, his voice tinged with melancholy, Oh, I'm afraid I'm quite dull compared to you. I reside in Boston, work as a manager, and find myself disillusioned with my life.

Saoirse's eyes widened with disbelief. Oh, Conor! How could you possibly feel that way when there are still so many delightful surprises awaiting you? Suddenly, she leaned over and planted a swift kiss on his cheek.

Startled, Conor was left momentarily speechless, feeling the pleasant dampness of her kiss on his skin. Flustered, he finally managed to stutter, I... uh... um...

Saoirse beamed at him. Well, aren't you going to thank me?

Thank you? Oh! Thank you! That was incredibly kind of you... Conor's face flushed deeply.

Grinning, Saoirse remarked, You're just too adorable. So, why exactly do you claim to despise your life so much?

Conor began to reflect on his life journey. Together with his college buddies, he had taken a leap of faith and started their own company half a decade ago. The foundation of this venture had been their knack for managing the university's computers, which eventually led them to secure their first contract with the institution. Two years later, a larger corporation, one of the renowned Baby Bells, had taken notice and acquired their fledgling company.

However, instead of propelling the team forward, the acquisition stifled their progress. The new company turned out to be excessively bureaucratic, stingy, and restrictive, only allowing them to focus on servicing existing clients. What was once an exciting job among friends had transformed into a monotonous and uninspiring existence. To make matters worse, just before his vacation, Conor received the disheartening news that his parent company intended to dissolve his group and integrate them into another department. Jobless, Conor mourned the demise of his 5-year endeavor.

Reflecting on his situation, Conor let out a heavy sigh, All those years of hard work, pouring my heart and soul into this project, sacrificing countless hours, even weekends. And for what? It all seems meaningless now. I can't help but question what truly matters in this world. Who am I? My family has taken a backseat, and I have no other passions or pursuits. All my efforts have gone down the drain.

Saoirse, taking a different perspective, responded, a hint of mockery in her voice, Oh, you poor, poor thing! Conor, let me ask you this, didn't you receive stock when your company merged?

Well, yes, I did receive some stock, Conor replied.

And what is the worth of that stock today, hmm?

Well, it's worth something, Conor acknowledged.

Exactly! Saoirse exclaimed. Now you have the freedom to explore what truly matters to you. Most people I know would leap at such an opportunity. Most people I know don't have the luxury of having such choices. You may feel lost right now, but perhaps what you need is a guiding light.

And I suppose you consider yourself capable of providing that guidance? Conor questioned.

Saoirse beamed with joy. My mother used to tell me I possessed the very essence of our ancestors - poets, enchanters, enchantresses, and harpists.

I believe it, Conor responded, though he wore a melancholic expression. His thoughts were consumed by work. Looking up at Saoirse, he mustered some hope. Would you care to join me for dinner? I'll treat you.

They arrived in Limerick, a clumsy industrial town, and chose to dine at a local pub. Throughout the evening, Saoirse radiated with brilliance and contemplation. She managed to lift Conor's spirits to some extent. However, as they left the pub, he could feel that fleeting mood dissipate.

Gazing at Saoirse, Conor sighed, Listen, why not spend the night with me? I booked a suite for my stay, and I can sleep on the couch while you take the bed. Given my current state, there's nothing to worry about.

Well, I was planning on finding a hostel for the night...

Please, let me repay your kindness.

Saoirse turned towards Conor, gently raising his chin with her hand, searching and pondering. For a moment, everything else faded away, and in that moment, Conor realized that he would miss her if they were to part ways tomorrow. The full moon, a deep red against the industrial backdrop, peaked over her left shoulder.

Standing on her tiptoes, Saoirse pressed a kiss to his forehead. Alright, I accept your offer. But you'll sleep in the bed. You need it. I've slept in the fields with my sheep, so a couch will be more than enough.

You sleep with the sheep outside?

Well, it only happened twice. Once on a dare, and once when I came home late and forgot my key.

What's it like?

When you wake up, all you want is a good hot shower.

Conor awoke to darkness, greeted by the soft, moist feel of Saoirse's lips pressing against