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author's note: This is a just a trifle I wrote for fun. I hope you like it
Married With Children
by Sarah Barndt
My life sucked. I ended up working in a shoe store with a wife who stayed
home all day, eating bob-bons, watching Oprah and thinking up more things
that were wrong with me. I thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. I
got laid off from the shoe store. During the next few months I lost
everything, but that wasn't all bad. My blood-sucking wife left, too. She
moved to Samoa to live with an ex-actor who owned an island down there.
Things were looking up.
About that time an aunt I didn't know I had left me some money. I went to
see my old friend from the shoe store, Al Bundy. Since I left, the boss had
been working him harder than ever and didn't give him a raise. He had heard
the store was for sale. I told him about my inheritance. We decided to be
partners and buy the store ourselves. We did and Al let me fire the guy who
had laid me off. That used up my money so Al let me stay in a room over his
garage. His wife had run off with the rubber man from circus years ago. She
claimed Al couldn't satisfy her in bed. That was ridiculous. Al had scored 4
touchdowns in one game. I had seen it, and he always scored with all the
cheerleaders, too. He had two boys who were getting into high school. I
think he wanted some help around the house.
The store was a success. Al was an ace shoe salesman. I, on the other
hand, was bored with it. In time I ended up spending more time taking care
of the house and doing the books out of a basement office. Life was getting
pretty good. Al's oldest boy, Frank, wasn't very bright but he was a nice kid
and popular. The other one, Bud, was a good student but a zero with chicks.
Al was really grateful for his new prosperity and wanted to get me a gift.
I had been worried about losing my hair and Al knew it. He sent away for
Dr.Iggy's Miracle Hair Restorer. He and the boys gave it to me to celebrate
the 1st anniversary of owning the shoe store. I was happy to get it, though I
might not have been had I seen the warning label that had fallen off the
bottle. It read : Warning. Not certified for use on humans. Can cause
mutations. Use with caution. That evening, I was whistling as I rubbed the
cream into my scalp and fell asleep dreaming of all the babes I was going to
get when my hair grew back. The next morning I awoke to discover my hair
had already begun to grow back! The bald spots were filling in. The only
thing odd was it was red now. I showed everyone and they were all happy
for me.
The next month was great. Al and I went to the nudie bar almost every
night. With my confidence back I was picking up women left and right. I felt
so good to hop on a hot babe then roll over and go to sleep. My hair was
really growing in now. I needed to get it cut every few days and it was
getting redder and redder. I didn't care. It was great to have a full head of
hair again. The problems started during the 4th week.
"Come on, Al. I really want to see it," I whined "No, Reggie. I will not go
see "Cats". Why the sudden interest in Broadway shows anyway?
Gadzooks! Look at all these CD's. "42nd Street, Phantom of the Opera, Les
Miserable, and what's this? A Peter Allen record!! YAAAAH" Al shrieked as
he dropped the CD.
Al won, sort of. I went to see "Cats" by myself. The next night at the
nudie bar Al brought someone home, but I didn't. It was fun just to talk to
the women. I told one girl that her fuscia chemise looked lovely. Al just
stared at me like I had spoken Chinese.
"Reggie! What's wrong with you man! First the showtunes, then the Peter
Allen records and now! NOW! You're TALKING to women. I swear you
were... dare it say it.. sharing your feelings! Mark my words. No Bundy
has ever shared a feeling with a woman - or a peaceful moment, or a fulfilled
life for that matter, but that's not important. I'll have no sensitivity under this
roof," Al blustered. This was only the beginning.
The next week my hair began to fall out. Not my scalp. My body hair.
Looking back, I hadn't shaved for almost a month. Something was wrong. I
didn't want to go to the shoe store anymore. I really got into watching Oprah
and I found it harder and harder to have dinner ready when Al got home.
One night I had a dream. I was kissing some movie star. I opened my eyes
and it was --- Mel Gibson!!!! I woke up screaming and covered in a cold,
clammy sweat. The next morning during my shower, I noticed my Adam's
Apple was smaller. I spoke and my voice was higher! What was happening
to me! I got out my Playboy's and looked at the centerfolds. I didn't get
hard! Not even for Anna Nicole Smith! I put on my bathrobe and ran to Al's
room. He was already awake and I told him happened. I wanted to show
him but he threatened to punch me if I did. But he did get on the phone to
Dr.Iggy's Discount Pharmaceuticals in Tijuana, Mexico.
I was biting my nails as Al spoke to the company. "Hello. This is Al
Bundy. Get me Dr. Iggy........ What do you mean he can't come to the
phone. When I pay a good $12.95 for something I expect to talk to the head
man if I have a problem. Where is he.... Oh. Really?... Well, uh, when will
the doctor try to find a cure.... Oh. Well call me when it's ready."
I asked Al what had happened. "Well, Dr. Iggy knows all about the
problem with the hair restorer, but he couldn't come to the phone because he
was delivering a baby."
"You mean he's an obstetrician, too?" I asked confusedly. "Well...No.
Dr.Iggy is HAVING the baby. It seems the cream grows hair by turning
men into women .... and there's no way to reverse it." Al mumbled.
Fear now ruled me. "Get Dr. Iggy on the phone, Al. Please. There must be
something he, uh, she can do," I whined. "Sorry. Dr.Iggy won't be
returning until he gets his figure back....., and then it will be to work on
cure for PMS." Al replied. "But don't worry. When it's ready, you'll get a
free sample. Isn't that great!" I collapsed onto the sofa, which had never felt
so comfortable. Oh no! I was really turning into a woman! And there was no
way to stop it from happening. "I hope DR. Iggy gets stretch marks," I
cursed under my breath.
During breakfast, Al told Bud and Frank what was happening to me.
Frank looked sick and ran to the bathroom and Bud started to laugh
maniacally. We didn't understand. Bud pulled himself together. "I'm not
laughing at you, Reggie. You see, Frank wanted chest hair to impress some
girl so he's been rubbing the cream into his chest for the last 3 days." Al
staggered back against the wall. Frank was going to become a female, too! I
went to Frank to try to console him, but what could I say. I was changing,
too. The best I could offer was that he wouldn't have to go through this
alone. You could cut the depression with a knife. I always peed standing up,
not knowing how much longer I'd be able to. Buck, the dog, saw me
carrying the jar of hair cream out to the trash and backed away from me
growling. Even the dog knew! I stayed in my room and thought about this
for a long time. There were going to be practical problems to solve. Frank
and I would have to reveal our changed sex, and suffer the humiliation ....
unless. I had an idea. I went to see Al. I burst into his room and said, "Al.
Will you marry me?" He didn't understand what I was talking about until I
explained the details. I would assume my ex-wife's identity. I would become
Peggy Wanker and marry Al Bundy. Reggie would leave for Samoa and we
would tell anyone who asked that Frank was Peggy's daughter, and we
would say that Frank had gone to live with his mother. This way no one
would have to know about either of our sex-changes. Reggie would leave
his half of the business to Al, but Peggy would own half of Al's stuff
anyway. I could use Peggy's I.D. It would be simple. Al was reluctant, but
agreed, mostly for Frank's sake. As soon as I looked enough like a woman,
I would start being Peggy. It was summer vacation, so we could hide
Frank's transformation easily enough. I wasn't too close to anyone in the
neighborhood, except Marcy and Steve from next door. She had been feeling
she might be a repressed lesbian and I had spent a lot of time with her
helping her deal with it. We had really become friends. I decided I would tell
her. Somehow I thought she would understand and be able to help me. Steve
didn't like us much but he would keep it quiet to 'protect what's left of our
property values'. We told Frank the plan. He agreed as well and said he
wanted to be called Kelly because that 'could be a boy or girl's name so
maybe no one will notice'. (?????) Whatever. Al and I were married at
"Herby's Honeymoon Village and Fishing Lodge" towards the end of the
summer. Of course, a lot had happened during those months. It wasn't four
men that the neighbors saw living in our house. It was a man, a tall
redheaded woman, a boy, and a skinny teenage girl. Fortunately none of
them could hear the grumbling when I had Al carry me over the threshold. I
can admit now, there were times when I wasn't sure Al was going to go
through with this.
A week after our call to Dr. Iggy I received a pamphlet from him, and a
20% off coupon, for the new PMS cure. The pamphlet was called "So,
You're About to Grow Hooters: a Newcomers Guide to Being a Woman". I
described what was going to happen to me. I was already at stage 2. I had
lost my Adam's Apple and my balls had withdrawn into my body. I
occasionally felt movement inside. I guess my organs were moving and
reforming. It was weird, but not painful. Next my penis had pulled in flush.
With pants on, I was as smooth as a girl. This really was bad. I had to sit to
piss now, and would for the rest of my life. I had also lost muscle mass and
my voice had gotten higher. I shared this experience with Kelly. He didn't
want to look, but I made him. This would be happening to him soon. It
would be easier if he knew what to expect. Marcy was, as expected, very
supportive. She was going to teach me how to dress, wear make-up and do
other women things. Steve just looked at me with a big, shit-eating grin and
laugh at us behind our backs. But I wasn't ready to be all woman yet. I was
going to wear my male clothes for as long as I could. In another week I had
a real vagina and clitoris. I wasn't sure if I had a uterus yet, but I soon found
out ... when I had my first period. ugh!
Menstruation, while a sure sign I was now female, merely started my slow
transformation into a woman. Womanhood, femininity were all a state of
mind, well beyond altered chromosomes. That was going to be the hardest
part of the journey. Learning how to live as a woman. But, as I said,
menstruation was a start. For one thing, it made me start wearing women's
panties instead of my old jockey shorts. The jockeys were too - loose down
there to hold in a sanitary pad and they let the string of a tampon wiggle too
much. I also was started on an emotional roller-coaster that I just couldn't get
off. I felt happy, sad, angry, grouchy, content, joyous, depressed, ecstatic
or some combination for days at a time or feel all of them over a few
minutes. It was a draining experience to say the least, and I could tell
something that was 'me' was changing, being washed away or re-shaped,
by this emotional maelstrom. There was a very real 'Peggy' growing inside
me.
Over the next month my body really changed shape. My male musculature
completely disappearred. I was as weak as a kitten! What muscles didn't
shrink seemed to turn to fat. My clothes became loose in the waist and snug
around the hips and chest. My nipples enlarged into sore, throbbing cones.
There were days when I couldn't stand to wear a shirt so I would stay shut
in my room. Soon I could actually feel my breasts jiggle when I walked.
That made me cry. This process continued for a few weeks until the day
came when I could no longer squeeze my hips into my pants - or b-b-button
my shirt. Marcy had been ready. She came over and helped me put on my
first .... bra.
I cried a lot that day. I would look at myself in the mirror; at my 32A cup
breasts making bumps in the sleeveless shell I had on; at my hips and round
ass filling the snug - ladies slacks. OH NO!!! I was a woman!! I was
wearing a bra! I NEEDED a bra!! And I had - had - n-NOTHING between
my legs!! This was the day I had been dreading. When my outside had
caught up with my inside. The end of my male life when people would start
treating me as the - female I had become. I couldn't hide it anymore. From
now on I had no choice but to live as a woman, as Peggy, as Al's ........
wife.
My outward change to womanhood bothered Kelly because he was starting
to experience the same physical changes I had. His change was becoming a
visible fact and I represented his future. Al and Bud were most surprised by
how feminine I had become. I suppose they had been expecting me to turn
into a guy in a dress and were pleasantly surprised by how naturally female I
looked. Of course, Marcy had shown me how to apply make-up and nail
polish to enhance my looks. With her help, I was starting to believe I would
get through this. I no longer worked in the business. I decided that since Al
had done this to me, it was his responsibility to take care of me from now
on. I still cooked and cleaned, as long as my shows weren't on, but THAT
was going to change, too ... after the wedding.
Kelly was beginning her final stages now. It was so sad to see an attractive
young man, a future hunk, turn into a soft, scrawny girl. I insisted Kelly start
wearing girl clothes when she had her first period. I didn't like my period but
Kelly really suffered. I don't know what was harder for her, changing her
blood-stained pad in the morning, or taking off the silky night gown I forced
her to wear to bed. One bright day in July, Marcy took me and Kelly on our
first trip to a beauty salon. Kelly was very nervous. It was our first time out
in public as women. She looked good in a yellow romper with a halter top.
She had no reason to worry she would be 'noticed'. "You can use the ladies
room, Kelly. They have tampon dispensers. You know what they're for.
Right?" Marcy admonished her when she had doubts about which restroom
to use. I was actually looking forward to going out. I had filled out a lot this
month. My B-cup bosom felt sufficiently big and womanly to show I'm a
real female. My widened hips rolled with every mincing step I took on my
stiletto pumps. As a woman, I seemed 10 years younger. It was great! Six
hours, a henna rinse, and a 2 process bleaching later, a big-haired red head
and her bleached blond daughter came home laden with cosmetics, creams,
lotions and hair care products. Neither of us EVER got ready to go out in
less than an hour again.
The next month was a bit harder on me. My periods were getting heavier
and I seemed to be putting on some weight. My body was catching up to my
real age. Most mornings I woke up feeling 100 years old. I was aging,
becoming a middle-aged woman. I had grown to a C-cup, but they were
starting to sag, as were my upper arms, and I was getting laugh lines and
crow's feet. I also needed control-top pantyhose to keep my belly in .... and
my butt was getting too big! WAAAAA!! Meanwhile, Kelly was developing
a lovely figure and now enjoyed the attention the boys were paying. I had to
admit, she was turning into jailbait. I was starting to outgrow some of the
clothes I had - and I found some gray in my pussy hair. In desperation I
pressured Al into marrying me before I was completely transformed into a
flabby matron. Besides, I was horny as hell!
The honeymoon was better than I thought it would be. Al was surprised
when I came out of the bathroom in a black penoir. I guess he thought we'ld
be married in name only. Fortunately, he was a 'tit man' and mine were
beautifully round and plump. I gave him a boner in no time. Wow! Sex as a
woman was pretty good! Brief, but good. I was very sure I could get used to
this. As the days passed I liked it more and more. I forgot that men need a
rest between fucks, and was a little demanding. I think I intimidated Al with
my lust. But like a good wife, I had Al begging for sex by the third day.
Wow! What a sense of power. My butt had become an erogenous zone. I
just LOVED to have my tushy rubbed.
As I said before, Al grumbled a little when he carried me over the
threshold. I loved it. I was MRS. Bundy. From now on, he worked for me.
All I needed to do was have his kid and I would own his soul. I threw away
my diaphragm and let nature take its course. My days were heavenly. I got
up around 10 every morning after everyone had left. I had my coffee and
cigarette and watched TV all day. The high point was a pizza during 'Oprah'.
I also got addicted to soaps. All that sex on TV made me horny as hell.
Every night, whether he was tired or not, I had Al do me. Wow. It was so
great to lay back and let someone else do the work for a change, but I still
needed a vibrator once in a while. I was pregnant 2 months later. That,
however, turned out to be a mistake. I didn't understand what pregnancy in
middle age could do to a woman's body.
I was happy to be pregnant for a while. Al, of course, was in shock but he
came around and actually was happy. "Oh, Peg," he gushed. "We're having
our love-child. The other Peggy said it was the best time of her life. That,
and the three years it took her to lose the weight." What was he talking
about? Yipes! I was so eager to have this baby I forgot what I'ld have to go
through to get one. The weight! LABOR! I started to cry. "WAAAA! I FEEL
FATTTT!" I became whiny and demanding. OK. MORE whiny and
demanding. It was fun .... until I started having morning sickness and had to
quit smoking. That passed after a few weeks and then I got wild cravings
and ...... I COULDN'T STOP EATING! By the 5th month I was built like a
duck! I had a belly, of course, but my ass was huge. My face was fuller, my
legs were heavy and my ankles were thick, but the biggest change was to my
breasts. I was absolutely tremendous! I had grown to a D cup already! I was
still horny, too. Now when I wanted some lovin' Al had to put his hands on
my fat ass and help push me up the stairs. I could feel this pregnancy
changing me; aging me. By the time I was due I could barely move. The
only exercise I got was to get up to pee, about every half hour. Kelly and
Bud invented a game called "How Big Is She?". I should have been angry
but a quick glance in the mirror showed me there was some basis for the
game. Ugh. I had to step back to see all of me. Besides, I needed them to get
me fried chicken and ice cream. I was too big to drive. I couldn't fit behind
the wheel! There was no need to worry. I had always been an athlete. This
weight would come right off after the baby came.
When I went into labor I squealed like a stuck pig until they gave me
drugs. LOTS of drugs. When I came to, I was the mother of a sweet little
girl. I named her Seven, because that's how many cup sizes I had gained
since I became a woman. The first time I showed Al his new daughter I felt
such - love for him. More than I thought I could. It was amazing. I had
really become a - a wife! Yes! Peggy really LOVED her big, strong Poo
Bear! Marcy came by the day we brought her home. Steve tried to say
something but everytime he looked at me he'ld start to laugh wildly and go
outside until he calmed down. Then he'ld come back in, look at me, and start
all over again. Al was so mean. Just because I was lactating he expected ME
to do all the feedings. Actually, it wasn't so bad. Those late nights alone
with my baby at my breasts helped me become more of a woman spiritually.
I was certainly more of a woman physically. A month after giving birth, I
had gained 34 pounds! That's when the letter came.
I received a letter from Dr. Iggy's laboratory. It read, "Dear Hair Restorer
Customer. As you know, the cream had unanticipated side effects, namely,
turning the user into a female. Since then, we have observed additional side
effects. Over time, the new female tends to become fat, lazy and stupid. Any
subsequent pregnancies accelerate this effect. These effects have so altered
Dr. Iggy that she has quit working and gone on a tour of Graceland,
Dollywood and the Burt Reynolds Dinner theater before retiring to give birth
to her second child and pursue her new hobby of playing Bingo. We wish
you much future happiness." OH NO! I WASN'T going to lose this weight!
This was going to get worse! Yipes! This would happen to Kelly, too! A
year later I was an over-weight, 40 year old housewife trying to keep up
with a toddler. Luckily, Kelly was able to help me. I couldn't handle it.
Motherhood had turned me into an old lady. I wondered if Kelly was being
effected. She hadn't put on any weight, but did seem a bit lazier. She was
starting to get up late and skip class, too. There was no way of telling if she
was any stupider. More than once she came home late because she had
forgotten our address. I know I had gotten fatter, lazier and stupider. I was
addicted to talk shows and soap operas - and played Bingo three nights a
week.
I got up around 10, as usual. I sat on the edge of the bed and stood up,
grunting. I pull off my nightgown. My droopy tits bounce against my
stomach, and jiggle as I scratch my potbelly where my stretch marks itch.
After my shower and 15 minutes with a Shower Massage, I squeeze my flab
into a longline bra and panty girdle. It firms me up and smoothes the bulges,
but does nothing to reduce the sheer size of me. Long days on the couch,
eating bon-bons has gotten me up to a size 16! And I wear QUEEN size
pantyhose!! At 5'8, 157 pounds, 44F-32-48, I am one big mama. Thank
goodness Al is a tit-man. He's so hot for these massive jugs that he's
scarcely noticed how fat I've become. I still wear spandex stirrup slacks and
a leopard print top, and of course, stilleto open-toe pumps. I have some
trouble putting on my make-up so I make sure no one else is home - and put
on my glasses. Damn. It's tough to get old. I put on a long, sleeveless
duster, too. My love handles are looking bigger. My mincing walk causes
ALL of me to jiggle. Sometimes I wish I hadn't quit smoking then, maybe,
I'ld only be 20 pounds overweight. After I put Seven in her playpen, I got a
cup of coffee and a cheese danish and lowered my big, fat ass onto the couch
to watch Regis and that scrawny bitch, Kathie Lee.
Sometime during Jenny Jones there's a knock on the door and Marcy
comes in. Since Steve left her she looks different. Her hair is cut real short
and she doesn't wear much make-up anymore. In fact, I can't recall the last
time I saw her in a dress. She gets a cup of coffee and sits down next to me.
We chat for a while and then I feel her hand massaging my left boob.
mmmmmm Before long I'm topless and she's sucking my nipple. Since they
got so big, everybody seems to like my tits. I watched Oprah while she was
licking my pussy. Marcy didn't like cunt hairs, so I let her shave me bald
down there while I was eating pizza. Naturally, I didn't lift a finger during
sex anymore. Besides, Marcy wasn't as good as Al. Heck she wasn't as
good as my vibrator, but when you're my age, an orgasm is an orgasm.
Right? Al had been working on something in the basement, but wouldn't tell
anybody what he was doing, and I wasn't getting sex as often as I liked. I
had become such a HORNY old broad.
Al finally told me what he had been working on. It was something he
called SHOE LITES. It was shoes that lit up when you walked. My first
reaction was to whack him across the head and called him an idiot, but I was
wrong. SHOE LITES became popular with the teens and we became
millionaires overnight! Al bought us a huge house with a great couch and a
wide-screen TV just for me. I was so happy. My Poo Bear did love his
Peggy-weggy.
the end
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