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This story was inspired by a hobby of mine : biking. While biking long distances I often experience an uncomfortable position of my genitals. Adjusting then by hand usually works for me but what if a store called "Bikes 'R' Us" promises a solution to all your biking problems. Hear my story. Bikes 'R' Us by J.C. Arby Cycling has always been one of my main hobbies. Well, I'll only do it when the weather is good. So, no rain, not too much wind and not too cold. Usually I make trips of 100 miles on my bike and then call it the day. But every time I am touring on my bike I get those saddle pains, although a good saddle can prevent the worst kinds. As I was biking on a Sunday a few weeks ago I also found that my sack and testicles are not having a good time as the movement of my legs is sometimes getting them in an unpleasant position. Adjusting them with your hands in your pants while you are biking can be quite an embarrassing action. And when I experienced this situation yesterday, I thought that women are having an easier time on this subject then men. How lucky are they that they don't have to experience this unpleasant feeling. Biking the distances I did makes you see a lot of things and this is when I found the 'Bikes R Us' store, only 75 miles from home. Unfortunately it was closed on Sundays as all stores are on Sundays in my country. But in the window I read an ad which said "we have all the solutions for your biking problems, you name it, we have got it!". Well that sounded great, I could tell you as I bike a lot these days in summer. I had to wait till Thursday as shops are open then during the evening. So I worked from Monday till Thursday as an executive in a transport company. You know the kind of place where tough guys rule and women are nowhere to be found except for dykes I guess. Thursday had finally come, I hurried after work to the "Bikes R Us" store and explained my problem. "Well, we do have some special saddles for a special price at the moment, maybe you would like to try one", the salesman said. Well no, I do have a fine saddle, maybe you have something else for me in store", I inquired. "I am afraid not, Sir", the salesman answered, trying to get me buy a saddle again. "Well, I am quite disappointed as the ad in the window clearly says that you have all the solutions for my biking problems, now I only find you trying to selling me a saddle". I said as I walked in the direction of the exit of the store. "One moment, Sir", the salesman said. "I do have one other solution, but it's quite expensive and quite experimental, but I do have it. We are the only store in the country who has it", he claimed. "Well, what is it then, man", I inquired enthusiastically. "It's a special cycle-racer short impregnated with a special solution. It comes with a life-time guaranteed efficacy and a free biking shirt, but it is as I said very expensive", he said. "It sounds promising", I said, "How much is it then" , I inquired. "Well, uhum errr, one thousand dollars", the salesman answered. "That much ? I could buy a whole new bike with that kind of money, are you sure ?". "Well, yes but as you are our first customer to buy this, I might be able to persuade my boss to give you a discount, please wait a moment while I'll ask him", he said walking to an office in the corner of the store. When he came back smiling, I knew some discount was applicable. "50% discount I got for you, but only if you buy it today", he said smiling. "You accept Visa", I asked. "certainly", he answered. And this is how I did my impulsive $500,- purchase. A life-time guarantee is a very long time, so I guess it's alright. $500,- , what would Jenny say if she finds out I bought a $500,- biking short ! I took the Friday as a day off as the weather was great for biking. I was warned to read the instructions first, but those were 25 pages long ! I thought shorts are just shorts, so who needs to read the instructions, right ? So, I grabbed my new purchase to put it on. It looks very tight I considered. Would it fit me or should I have bought a bigger size, I asked myself. I looked at the label for the size. It read "One size fits all". Well it must be okay then, I thought and tried to put it one. Wow, it seems very tight and my testicles didn't feel too good at first as they were being squashed by the fabric of the tight short. But as soon this aching feeling started, even sooner I lost that feeling so I was ready to go. After 25 miles my butt started aching a bit, but my crotch was doing fine. I didn't need to adjust it , not even once. 50 miles and still no problem, all went as smoothly as it should. I thought my hips were narrower, but it must look wider because of the tight short which obviously accentuates my features a bit. Sometimes when I stopped for a break and have a drink I saw people staring at my short in a peculiar way, but as it was a very special and expensive one I didn't think much of it. When I finally got home after a 110 miles ride, Jenny was waiting for me. "What are you wearing", she asked. "It just looks like you have a girl's crotch down there in that thing", she said. "shouldn't there at least be a bulge showing under that thing ?" , she inquired a little bit worried. "No it's a very special biking short which relieves me of an aching sack when I bike a 100 miles, don't worry", I told her. "Well do you care for a shower together", she asked me. Of course I wanted to as it usually led to passionate love making. I'll never say no to a good old fashioned blow job, I thought. "Sure", I said. Jenny led me to the bathroom and started to undress herself. As she exposed her wonderful hourglass shaped body and her firm breasts I expected to get aroused and to feel myself getting a hard on. Nothing of the kind happened, so I stripped my shirt, took of my shoes and sports socks and then finally pulled down my biking shorts. As I did so, I saw the horrified look on Jenny's face staring at my crotch. I looked down to my crotch to see why.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, nooooooooooo !!!!!!! Down there where my dick should have been, I saw no pubic hair or a penis at all. Down there I saw two completely undeveloped labia at the entrance of my newly shaped vagina ! I had a little girl's vagina of which the clitoris hadn't been grown out yet. A smooth girl's vagina with two quite solid labia instead of the flaps as adult labia grow into. I sank through my knees not believing what I've just found between my legs. Staring at my little slit, I started sobbing. This can't be happening, this can't be permanent, there must be a solution. "How did this happen ?" , Jenny inquired. When I explained the story about the store and the special biking shorts, the unread instructions manual came to my mind. I must read it and find out what happened and how I get back to normal again. A part of the instructions read : For a temporary effective relief of the pain of men in the crotch area, these shorts can temporarily alter the shape of the manhood into a young female womanhood to prevent having trouble with sack, testicles or pubic hair. Ah, it's only temporary, I sighed with relief. So I threw the manual back in the drawer and got under the shower that I'd postponed because of the recent developments. I've cleaned Jenny's cunt several times when we showered together, but I must admit it's a strange feeling when you have a cunt yourself and getting cleaned by the woman you love. Obviously my new cunt hadn't developed enough for me to get an orgasm or even aroused when Jenny cautiously rubbed my hidden clitoris. When I did the same to her cunt, she soon started to beg me not to quit. That night I couldn't sleep easily. After laying awake butt naked for several hours I was sweating like hell, but then I finally met the sandman. The next morning Jenny awoke earlier than I did. She lifted the sheets to see whether my dick had returned or not. It obviously hadn't returned, but I had already grown pubic hair again, so I'd probably be okay in a few days. Then I awoke and immediately grabbed for my willie, just to check that the disappearance had just been a dream. No dream, of course, but at least I now had pubic hair again and as I found out an adult vagina, as I now felt myself shivering when I touched my clitoris. I started rubbing it like I've seen Jenny do it when she masturbated the other night. I felt my pussy get moisten and couldn't stop as I was getting close to an orgasm. A female orgasm, how wonderful that felt ! Ashamed of myself I went to the bathroom to take a pee. Like yesterday I remembered to wipe afterwards and put on my men's briefs. I felt ashamed because I'd enjoyed a female orgasm although I'm definitely a man. As the development overnight had been enormous I figured that by Monday I would just be able to go to work as a 'complete' man again. Monday morning, seven o'clock the alarm went off, so I had to get up for work. Checking for my willy I found nothing more than a wet cunt. I cleaned myself and got a shave, but then wondered how I could possibly go to work with so many rough men around, all ready for pussy. "Put a sock in your briefs", Jenny suggested. "It's probably just for one day", she added. "Well I hope so", I said a little bit worried. And so I went to work that day with a sock in my briefs. At work they almost caught me during the daily hour at the gym. I almost made the mistake of getting a shower after the basketball game, and just when I wanted take my briefs off I remembered my missing member. Lucky that my back was turned on the guys, they didn't see the sock in my briefs when I quickly put on my pants. "Say, it looks like you've quite a curved waist and a round ass", one of the guys said, "If I didn't know any better I'd say you be a girl", he added. I blushed and tried to hide it, not knowing what to reply. The guy stepped under the shower and left me alone not mentioning the fact that I didn't take a shower. I left early for home that day because I thought I smelled like sweat, having missed the showers. I took a shower and put on my old biking shorts as I didn't risk to wear the magical ones. I went biking a for hours to think about my problem, realizing how heavenly smooth it felt down there while I was biking. Just before dinner I returned home. That night I dreamed the weirdest dreams. Of being the first man on earth to give birth, growing breasts and more of those kind of dreams. The next morning my sheets were wet again... Red ! Some cramps in my stomach area, still a pussy between my legs and bloody sheets where I had slept made it quite obvious that I was experiencing a female's period. Oh no ! How can this be ! I should have had my dick back by now, not having PMS ! Biking shorts could not possible have this effect on a man's body ! Or could it ? I started sobbing as this was just too much for me at that moment. Jenny comforted me and when I calmed down she tended to and explained about the female hygiene I had to care for during my period. Then she asked "Does the manual of the shorts say anything about this ?". "lets read it more thoroughly this time. One section read : Be careful and always follow this manual's instructions. Always wear men's briefs under these shorts. If complied with this the male genitals will return after two days without any malfunctions. Failure to wear the briefs may result in side effects. These side effects may result in a permanent loss of the male genitals. When the wearer of these shorts hasn't worn men's briefs, he must return to the store where he'd bought this product. An antidote against these side effects can be acquired. The antidote may result in return of the genitals but can only be effective if the subjects male hormone levels are still at a normal rate. Indications of the contrary could be seen if the subject has female sexual desires, development of secondary female characteristics or is experiencing or has experienced menstruation. No antidote will help in such a case. In such a case the male subject will remain male, but with primary female genitals. I was at a loss. I wanted dead. I had become a freak, a man with a venus instead of a penis ! I could never satisfy Jenny anymore, I realized. What will happen to our marriage, now ? That morning I called in sick. I inserted a tampon in my slit and put on my briefs. Then I put the sock in my briefs to make it appear that the natural bulge in my pants were still there. Nobody could tell that down under I just have a smooth nothingness like girls do. After getting dressed Jenny and I went straight to the Bikes 'R us store to see if they could provide me with an antidote. A few days could not be long enough to get such a high level of feminine hormones I thought. So I sank through my knees when I found out that the store had moved out of town and nobody could tell me where to. "No sir, I really wouldn't know where there moved to. One day they were here, the next they were gone", the next door barber told me. "But if you ask me, you should inquire at the chambers of commerce, there round the corner of this street", he suggested. Well that idea hadn't come to our mind, so we thanked the barber and went straight to the chambers of commerce. "Well sir, we do have a new address but it is out of state. In fact not even in the US.", the assistant told me. "If I am not mistaken they have moved to London. Let me see... Yes, here it is, Bikes 'R Us new location 125 Queens avenue, New Malden, London Surrey", the assistant added. "Where on earth is this place called New Malden ?" , we asked in disbelief. "Well, if I am not mistaken it's a suburb of greater London, I guess it's south east London". We thanked the man and returned for home. Before we started packing, I first called information services to check whether the store really was located in that place called New Malden or not. We were lucky, this was really the new location. After hanging the phone Jenny started packing and I phone to make some flight reservations for today's flight to Heathrow Airport. "I am sorry", the operator said, "but haven't you listened to the news ? Traffic Control is on strike from today ; all flights in and out of state have been canceled". The next day I woke up still with the female inconvenience of a period, but this time my nipples did hurt a bit. Growing pain you could call it if you like. My areola had expanded as had my nipples, but fortunately no breasts had developed. Today Jenny and I should have our weekly swim at the local pool. For obvious reasons I was reluctant to go. If I'd wear a female bathing suit I'd be considered a girl with hair on her chest and a beard. If I one wore men's swimming trucks (the usual outlining ones I possessed) my defect would surely not remain unnoticed. Jenny convinced me to wear those other not showing sports shorts that men usually wear in pools. At the pool we shared our changing booth together and strangely enough I was a bit sad that I couldn't wear Jenny's bathing suit. I couldn't believe that urge I felt, but I got a grip on myself just in time as I realized that I was still a man, well with a major defect that is. I compensated my missing part by sticking an artificial penis in my swimming trunks. People looked a bit peculiar looking at my rather large nipples pointing out my hairy chest, but no comments were made. When I got into the water I had to get adjusted to the strange feeling of having some water getting into my cunt, but other than that I just had fun that day. By the end of the week the strike was over and we got our flight to Europe. We landed at Heathrow Airport. We got the underground to Waterloo station and then a train heading for Richmont. It took us about 40 minutes, passing by Wimbledon on our way. There it was... A small suburb called New Malden. We left the station at the side of Dukes Avenue. Finding Queens Avenue was easy as it was the main street crossing Dukes Avenue. There it was... 125 Queens Avenue... They have MOVED AGAIN ! Oh no, this can't be happening, this store moved twice in only 10 days time. We walked into the drugstore next to the former location of Bikes 'R us and asked the Indian looking owner if he knew where store had now moved to. "As far as I know they went to the Netherlands, Amsterdam I believe. Holland seems to be a major bicycle country you know", the man said, "are you going to buy something, mister ?" , he added. After buying some candy bars we left the store heading for Amsterdam. "This is costing us a fortune, all those trips, lets just go home Jenny said. You might as well pleasure me with your hands and tongue, if satisfying me is what this is all about", Jenny said. "No, it's not only for you ! It for me too, I want my manhood back. I want to be able to take a piss standing again and certainly don't want to experience any other period again.", I snapped at her. "Okay", Jenny sighed, clearly not 100% happy with my attitude. Six hours later we were standing in the middle of Amsterdam. It was extremely crowded in Amsterdam as it seems that the local soccer team Ajax had won the champions league final against Barcelona. We checked into our hotel and had a goodnight's sleep. Tomorrow would be an important day for us. That Indian had been right about the biking country Holland. It seems everybody has a bike around here. Many retailers in bicycles were also around and fortunately for us the shop we were looking for was there too. It was open ! "We FOUND it", I shouted overjoyed. Eagerly we went inside. "Well, hello there, how nice to see you again sir !", the salesman who had sold me the shorts a few weeks ago greeted me. "I hope your purchase has been to your satisfactory !", he added. I has overwhelmed by his warm welcome and therefore I calmly tried to explain my problem. After I told him my story, he replied "Aaah, I see, I must apologize as I should have pointed out to you how important it was to read the instructions, but I cannot take responsibility for what happened to you as the instruction manuals clearly pointed out the risks ", he calmly told me. "But lets get into my office and close the store so we can talk about solutions here", he quickly added. So he closed the store and we followed him into his office. "You want an antidote to get your Willy back ?", he asked. "Yes, more than anything", I responded. "But then you will have the same problem again with biking, for which you'd bought the shorts in the first place", he emphasized. "Well I didn't expect to become girlish down there, I had something else in mind when you mentioned a solution to my biking problems", I replied. "Okay then, I do know about a possible antidote, but it's risky and it also depends of how high your levels of feminine hormones have risen". "Well, lets get it", I said anxiously. "I don't have it in stock", he said, "but our Hong Kong branch may have it", he added quickly. "Can you order it ? " we asked. "Certainly, he said, but it could be quite a while and I do not know if you still have enough time, considering you rising levels of female hormones. So I suggest you fly to Hong Kong and get it at our branch there yourself". He wrote down the name of the antidote in Chinese characters for us and below it he wrote the address. "Here, you go, Sir, madam,", he said. "I don't know what the side effects may be and if you're on time to acquire it, but I wish you well". We thanked the man and left. We went straight to the Chinese embassy to acquire some visa for entering Hong Kong, which is now a Chinese province. It took a week before we could collect the visa, but then we finally had it. The next problem was getting plane tickets for Hong Kong. It cost quite a fortune to purchase two one way tickets for Hong Kong and if you think that was our only problem... The next available flight was in a week. Then the day came we could finally board the plane to Hong Kong. At the Amsterdam Airport our tickets, passports and visa were carefully checked, but then we got through. The plane lifted off and we were on our way to retrieve my manhood. A few hours in the air, Jenny got airsick and ran off for the toilets to puke. The stewardess noticed her problem and gave her something to relieve her. Eight hours later I started having familiar cramps in my stomach area and thought that I now was having the air sickness experience. I told Jenny about it and suggested to call the stewardess for some aspirins against air sickness. Jenny told me not to do that and reached for her purse. "You still have some", I asked. "No silly", she answered "You cannot be air sick because you would have been that hours ago.", she added. "What are reaching for then", I asked curious. A little agitated she whispered " I guess that you are having your period, if I recall it right you had your last four weeks ago, so I am trying to find you some tampons and sanitary towels". "Oh no, not again !!!", I whispered. "Well, hopefully it's your last one", Jenny added handing over the tampons and the sanitary towels. I put them in my pocket and tried to look casual when I went to the toilets. I locked the door behind me and dropped my pants as quickly as I could. Relieved not to find any bloodstains I sat down on the toilet seat as I had to pee. I let the urine flow through my womanhood and felt how that wet my labia. Now I had to dry them so I reached for some toilet paper... NO TOILETPAPER !!! How embarrassing, no toilet paper and I have to dry my vagina before I could pull my pants up again. Then a brilliant idea hit me... I used the sanitary towels to dry my vagina, then I insert the tampon and then pull my pants up, hoping the tampon would be secure enough and that I wouldn't leak. Back at my seat it told Jenny about my embarrassing experience. She actually complimented me for my resourcefulness when I told her my solution. She had also experienced this kind of embarrassment before and she hadn't always been so lucky to have such a solution at hand. Many hours and an intermediate landing later we arrive in Hong Kong. Checking through Customs took hours. Actually I would say that New York Airport Customs a much faster than what we experienced here. When we finally got through we took a bicycle taxi to our hotel. There we took a shower together and we made incredibly passionate love to each other. I couldn't believe - and I am quite embarrassed to admit - that I actually enjoyed Jenny eating my cunt. But I did ! "How could I, I am a man, how can a man enjoy sex having female genitals instead of a dick ?", I asked Jenny. "Look, don't worry, you're just human and I happen to know the finest spots around that area. Tomorrow we will find that store and get you your willy back", she added. Before we went to sleep Jenny reminded me to change my tampon, as she didn't want me to catch any disease. That night I couldn't sleep. I am not sure whether it was caused by a jet lag or because I am too anxious to get my willy back . At 9.00 AM we were fully dressed a went to find the store. We called a cab and asked if he knew about the store. "Bikes R us store, Sir, of course I know it", the cab driver told me as he drove off to the store. We paid the man and tipped him to stay and wait for us to return. "BIKES 'R US" the letters on window screamed. The store was situated in a narrow back street, far a way from the centre of the town. This area is such an area where we wouldn't want to walk alone at night. Compared to this area I'd say I rather walk alone in Fresno at night than here with the two of us. This back alley is not really the place you look for a biking shop. Anyway we arrived at our destination point. We tried to open the door... No luck, it was closed and locked. "Not again", we thought. But then we saw the sign... "Dear customer, for your and our safety this door will be closed at all times, please ring the bell and we will open it for you. We are sorry if this inconveniences you". When we rang the bell, a few minutes later an old Chinese looking man opened the door and welcomed us. "Welcome to my humble store, Mr. and Mrs.", the man said bowing. We entered the dim lighted store, where only a few bikes were showed, but a lot of strange looking gadgets were there too. "Haven't you got more bikes on stock", I asked. "No Sir, but I can deliver all bikes you want in 24 hours ready to ride", the old Chinese replied. "What are all those strange gadgets for ? I haven't seen any of these before in my life. And I do know a lot about bikes I may add.", I asked the man. "Well, as sign says we have all solutions to your biking problems, we do have all solutions to all those different kind of problems people experience" "Furthermore, I receive some clients who bought wrong solution from our American and European branches, who look for countermeasures. Those I have too, but I cannot always guarantee those will work, though", he added. Then I showed him my biking shorts. The old Chinese nodded as he immediately knew my story. "Aaah, you still have a cunt, no dick, ehh". "This not so good, but I may have antidote", he said. "Well, that's what we came here for", I told him. "It be risky, no guarantee you get dick back", the old man said. "All depends on how high estrogen levels are in your body". I told the man that I just had my second period yesterday and that I hoped it would be the last. "Well, this antidote will do that for you anyway, for the time being anyway, but are you willing to take the risks", he asked. "Whatever it takes", I responded. "Are you ma'am", he asked Jenny. "Whatever Jim wants", she replied. The man went to the back of the story and asked me to follow. He bent to get a vial with some white looking stuff in, Then he took a syringe in his hand and filled it with the white substance. "Drop your pants", he ordered me. Astounded I wanted to object to this as I found it quite humiliating to drop my pant in front of the man, showing my slit. "You want dick back ? drop your pants and spread your legs", the old Chinese commanded. Reluctantly and embarrassed I complied and saw how he inserted the syringe into my vagina. I felt the white substance entering my cunt. "Now, go home and take this vial and syringe and repeat this 30 days", he said. "In three months time you will know whether it worked or not". "What if it doesn't, you were telling me about risks". "I can't say, it varies from case to case, but you will know soon enough. It won't kill you though", he replied. "But that means I will still have a cunt for three more months", I cried. "That's right the man said, "Enjoy the fact that you will at least have three more months without the biking problems you experienced, Stop whining" , the old man replied a little bit agitated. "While you get dressed, we will take care of the financial part of this deal", Jenny said, walking to the other room with the Chinese. I pulled up my pants and slipped the sock back in my underpants to make it show a bulge again. When I got back to them, Jenny had already taken care of the financial arrangement of the old man's services. We thanked the man and left the store. We were lucky as the cab driver had waited for us to come out of the store. "Back to our hotel, please", I requested. "Sure thing, Sir", the cab driver responded. At our hotel we immediately phoned flight reservations and found out that we would only be staying in Hong Kong for two more days. Back home I daily inserted the syringe with the white substance into my vagina, anxious to get my dick back. I had arranged a three months leave from work to avoid being caught at the gym without a dick. Those three months I biked a lot to enjoy the smoothness between my legs for as long as it lasted. I couldn't be long now before I'd get my dick back as I haven't had a period anymore after our Hong Kong trip. I was surprised by myself to feel a little bit sad about the fact that I was losing these comfortable biking circumstances. Tomorrow would be the day I get my dick back, I thought joyfully, as it had been three months after we had started this treatment with the syringe. Jenny was a little bit sad as she had enjoyed playing with my cunt and getting me a female orgasm. As this would be the last time she could do that I agreed to it on more time. We made passionate love that night and then went to sleep. That night I slept well, dreaming of losing a the feminine inconveniences and my ability to take a leak standing again. When I woke up the next morning I saw in horror that my dick still hadn't returned. "No, no, no, no, no", I kept crying. Realizing that I still couldn't fuck Jenny like in the old days, that my way of getting an orgasm was stimulating a clitoris. My clitoris !. Taking a leak, would be done best while sitting as doing it standing would be a messy thing to do. How long am I keeping this, this slit, this open wound, this cunt if you will. I want my dick back. I want to be a normal man again, not a man with a huge defect between his legs. That morning I took a quick shower, skipped breakfast and went biking again. Aaah, that felt good. This was the only aspect of having a cunt that I didn't hate. I must have made 30 miles when my legs were becoming tired. How can that be, I usually bike more than one hundred miles a day without getting tired at all, now I can only make it till 25 miles. I dismissed this with the thought that skipping breakfast must have caused this lack of energy. When I got home Jenny had just awoken. "Wanna make love to me, lover", she asked me, thinking I had my dick back. "I am sorry but I am still a girl down there", I admitted. "Oh, I am so sorry", she replied, "strip and come back into bed with me", she added. As I did she said "Hey aren't your legs losing muscles ? they look more skinny than yesterday to me". I looked and had to admit it was true. Maybe that's the reason I couldn't bike more than 25 miles today, I realized. I stepped into bed and she hugged me to comfort me. That day we stayed in bed and only went out a few times to prepare a meal. The next morning I woke up still finding nothing more than a gap between my legs. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to take a leak. As I stood before the toilet seat going to sit down I noticed something strange in the full length mirror in the bathroom. It seemed like my body fat had redistributed as my waist had become much smaller. In fact my shape looked like an hourglass shape. I sat down and let the urine flow, realizing that something must be wrong. I should have been a full man again by now and my figure had now been reshaped into the perfect female hourglass shape. While I was sitting I explored my chest to see if I was growing breasts and I was relieved not to find any sign of breast development. When I finished my pee, I went through the usual routine of wiping it and went back to the bedroom where Jenny had just awoken. She saw in awe my perfect female hourglass body with round thighs and hips, my long slender legs under them leading to my vagina and female tummy. The only things separating me from a woman was the fact that my face was definitely a man's face and I luckily had not boobs. The sight of my body made Jenny Horny and to my own surprise it made me feel horny too. We ate each others pussy and led each other to an exploding orgasm. We both wet the bed with an incredible load of vaginal juices. Two weeks passed without any obvious change until Jenny found that my tummy had expanded a bit and it looked like if my nipples had expanded and become darker. That worried her and she made me urinate into a small container. Urinating into a small container is easier said than done if you do not have a penis. So I did not only pee into the container, I also wet my hands in the process. I thought that was disgusting. When I cleaned my hands I handed the small container over to Jenny, who put a little white paper stick in it. The white stick turned purple... "Ahum", Jenny stuttered "You are not going to like what I am going to tell you". "You are pregnant", she said, "and that makes your transformation irreversible. You will become a complete woman, now", she added. "But that's impossible, I haven't been fucked by any man, I can't be pregnant, I am a man", I exclaimed. "Well, according to the old Chinese the white substance you have been inserting into your vagina contents a mix of male hormones and male sperm. As the mix didn't bring you your dick back it obviously got you pregnant", Jenny said. "But I can't be a woman, I don't know how. What would our friends say when they find out I am pregnant ? What about my job ? I can't deliver a baby, I am a man", I cried loudly. Jenny tried to comfort me, but it was no use. "Now you will probably leave me too as there is no chance that we can ever have normal heterosexual sex anymore", I sobbed. Jenny told me she wouldn't leave me as she had enjoyed my female organs very much and had never really liked being penetrated by a dick anyway. More over she was glad she'd not have to give me a blow job anymore. The months that followed I became more obsessed by my body becoming more and more female. My breasts had developed to a mature woman's size and the feels of it made me think they already contained milk for the baby I was about to deliver in one month now. I haven't shaved for two months now and none of my friend would ever believe that the pregnant woman I had become was actually me, Jim. My pretty face was swollen a bit just like most pregnant women often experience. This obsession caused me not to notice how Jenny's body got stronger and stronger and how her muscle tone was expanding. We haven't had sex for some time now and we slept in separate rooms. Until the day that Jenny called me to her room to say that she'd saved our marriage. When I entered her room she dropped the robe she was only wearing. In front of me Jenny with strong hairy legs, a hairy chest, no signs of her breasts and... a dick. My wife has a dick. Only her face was still the same old Jenny. I was astounded. Our marriage was indeed saved by turning it around completely. The first question that came to my mind was why and how. "The old man told me that what could happen to you would be irreversible, you would either become a man again or you would become a complete woman with no way of becoming a man ever again. I asked the man if he had something for me to turn me into a man. He did have something, the opposite of what you were given in the first place. If used wrongly I would become a man. So when I knew you'd become a woman with no way of reversing the process, I decided to become your husband because I love you so much", (s)he explained. "In a week or so my face will be a man's and none will ever suspect that we were born the opposite sex off what we now are", she added. "But how ? I mean, yesterday I saw you wearing a dress, and your boobs were quite obvious sticking through the fabric", I asked. "I did some similar thing as you did at first, I put something in my bra to make it look like I still had boobs, just like the sock you wore in your pants to make it look like you had a dick", she explained. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind. Thoughts like how it would be like to be the wife of Jenny. Repulsed at first of the thought of having to give Jenny a blow job and being penetrated while having sex, I surprisingly adjusted to that thought with less repulsion. I was a woman now. I was even having a baby shortly. I have had months to get adjusted to the thought of becoming a female and living as one. I even had fantasized about what it would be like. Three weeks later Jenny arrived at the hospital to visit me, where I had been brought yesterday for the delivery of my baby. A nurse halted her and said "Sir, congratulations, you wife has given birth to a baby boy". "How is my wife", Jenny asked. "She is fine, Sir, please hurry for she is eager to see you." I was so happy and proud to see my husband that I forgot the pain of my 1.5 inch torn slit and my nipples that had gotten soar by breastfeeding our baby son. Soon we would just be a normal couple just like any other couple. My husband going to work and me - the wife - taking care of the baby. Biking is not a hobby of mine anymore. Being a woman I do not have enough strength to do the 100 miles a day biking tours anymore. Short distances have never been interesting to me. After my torn vagina had healed I now enjoy aerobics Only one thing has changed : looking at women in their bathing suits now don't turn me on anymore because I now only have to look at myself to see what curvy body they've got under their swimming suits. I do know now one other thing...why Jenny disliked giving me a blow job. Bikes 'R' us, Thanks a lot. ©1998 J.C. Arby