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One Man's Transcendence Into Womanhood, Part 1 Of 2 free porn video
One Man's Transcendence Into Womanhood
Part 1 of 2
A man and his wife experience the extraordinary challenge of suddenly
shifting into the body of the other. It's a traumatic trial, fraught
with challenges and disbelief. But each of them, in their own way,
comes to accept their new reality and to adapt to life's new roles.
It's not a simple matter to lose one's complete self-perspective, nor to
realize the utterly new expectations that each new gender holds. Thomas
and his wife Trish will never be the same, yet change can bring renewal.
To this day I'm not sure I can completely explain how we came to
'switch' with Trish. I suppose we've both pretty much accepted it, but
it's still such a mystery how it happened exactly. I really try not to
dwell on it anymore. But in a few weeks, I'm scheduled to give birth.
I'm very aware that my former life as a male, as Thomas, will become a
distant memory.
So, I feel that it's time to record my thoughts, to secretly document
the incredible transformation that my wife and I experienced.
I am ready to move beyond this - I'm ready to completely and totally
accept the fact that I am a woman now and that I always will be. I am
excited about the changes and the challenges that lie ahead. I can't
ignore the reality of my situation nor my new role as a wife, a mother,
a woman.
It's only in the past few months that I've come to feel that I should
write this. There have been incredible changes in my entire perspective
and with the imminent birth of my child I will transcend into a new
realm of self-awareness.
It's funny how being pregnant does that. Perhaps that's such an
ironically, obvious statement. But its more than just the way my body
grows this child inside me. There's a whole different world among women
when it comes to pregnancy. It's such an exclusive condition, such a
fact of life to half of the human race. Old woman, young women, other
mothers, other pregnant women, they all just seem to have this unspoken
relationship to the reality of their place in this cycle of life. They
share their own sympathies, encouragements, and they communicate on a
plane that I never saw among men, about anything.
It's incredibly physical of course. Many women are struck to some
extent by how bizarre it is to grow a life inside them. Needless to
say, my feelings were only magnified. It had been traumatic when my
former wife, Trish, and I found ourselves in each other's bodies. To
suddenly, physically be a woman had been very difficult for me. But this
whole pregnancy has been sort of a second transformation, except now I'm
able to absorb it so much more rationally and objectively.
The original transformation had left my wife and I feeling so isolated.
This pregnancy, this second transformation, I can share with others who
understand. I guess all that is only making me more accepting - more
aware - of the reality of the woman that I am today.
I found myself complaining about the baby's kicks the other day. The
irony struck me later. The sore breasts, the back aches, the swollen
feet, all have a way of distracting you from the mystical changes taking
place. My tummy is so huge and I'm so obviously pregnant, but still
sometimes I can feel like such a strange trespasser into this new world.
And no one knows of course, except the woman who became me.
Discovering that I was pregnant had been so surreal. It wasn't until I
missed my period by four weeks that I'd secretly taken a home test.
Even when I eventually visited the doctor's, it wasn't until well into
the examination that I admitted that I might be pregnant. I said the
words, but it was crazy to even hear myself say them. When they called
to confirm my condition, well...I just sat there for the longest while
holding the receiver.
Of course I had known it was all theoretically possible. And it
certainly hadn't been a virgin birth. I had long since adjusted to the
sex part. In fact, even the very first time, as shocking as it had
been, had been so enlightening. Sex, as a woman, never felt ordinary
and, even today, I'm probably considered a woman on the hornier, kinkier
side of the scale. Frankly, being pregnant hasn't seemed to affect my
libido one bit either. It just presents certain limitations now.
Trish, my former wife, was the first person I told when I discovered
that I was pregnant. We'd been through so much together. I told my
husband after. Of course I didn't tell him that he was the second one I
told. And I don't refer to my former wife as Trish or 'my former wife.'
People would think I was crazy to refer to a man that way. They simply
know him as Thomas, my 'former husband.'
. . . . . .
As a young man I'd done my thesis on a tribal legend that had been
suggested in ancient Mayan culture. I was a graduate student in
archeology and anthropology. There was reputedly a long lost icon and
stories of transformation. Several years later there was an icon
discovered that I thought was related to the legend.
We'd only been married a year and I really was in love with her. She
was fun, adventurous, smart and sexy as hell. I was in academia and she
was in real-estate law but it was a complementary mix. When I asked her
to come with me to that Mayan jungle she was totally up for it. In
exchange she only wanted for us to spend a few days first at a Mexican
resort, nearly 100 miles from Acapulco.
We had a fabulous time. We ate spicy food, drank lots of beer and rum,
and swam every day for hours. She looked so beautiful, so sun-kissed
and happy. She was a dream in a bikini and she knew it. But I was tall
and in shape and I knew she loved my body - and my mind. We had lots of
great sex. Neither of us realized that it would be our last - at least
with my cock and her pussy.
We were rested and invigorated when we arrived at the Mayan jungle. It
took us only few days to track down the site of the icon's discovery.
It was in an overgrown cave. I still think it was an odd coincidence of
time and season that led to that magical transformation. The icon was
embedded in the wall high above us and I inspected it and took pictures
for over an hour. It was only just before we were to leave, as we held
each other, looking one last time, that I awkwardly took another try at
pronouncing the ancient inscription.
The shock was an intense vibration at first and then a consuming flash
of light.
I have no idea if we blacked out or if it had been for a moment or an
hour. But I remember struggling to sit up and seeing myself do the same.
I thought I was dead. I thought it was some incredibly vivid out-of-body
experience as I literally saw myself propped up on one elbow rubbing my
head. When my eyes caught my own, and I heard my voice cry out, I could
only think I was living some terrible nightmare.
Eventually, each of us asked if the other was ok. We both nodded
silently, surprised by the sound of our respective voices and feeling
incredulously bewildered and detached from what was happening. It
probably wasn't for a quite awhile until we finally comprehended that
somehow, someway our bodies were different. We struggled back through
the jungle and made our way back to our dilapidated hotel in the town.
Hardly talking, we both fell on our beds, utterly exhausted and hopeful
that we'd awake for this nightmare.
Obviously, we didn't. I realized I was in her body and that she was in
mine. I know of hidden legends that made no rational sense. But we
couldn't ignore that fact of what had happened. The first few days were
so strange, watching her so upset, in my body, feeling so lost, so
helpless.
I did make an effort to find out more. Together we met with villagers,
seeking information, some answer, some way to return things to the way
they were. It was the old woman who convinced me that it had happened -
and that it was permanent.
We eventually returned home and struggled to adjust somehow to our
lives. It wasn't easy. It was a huge strain on both us. She was forced
to go to my work, and I to hers. She was the one to first call her
parents and her sister. But when they asked to speak to me she only
broke down and cried as she handed me the phone. It was a duplicitous
game that we were forced to play. She knew her life, I knew mine,
except no one else could possibly have believed anything of what had
happened.
I think we both had our days when we'd try to buoy the spirits of the
other. We got better at supporting each other, which often helped. We
adjusted slowly, in little ways. Sometimes we'd laugh at our various
predicaments, odd things, little, simple things we had to account for.
Other times it was completely overwhelming, utterly depressing.
She began exercising. She started doing it regularly and going at it
harder and harder. She became infatuated with her new male body, with
its strength. She told me later about her first erection and how it had
felt when she held it and jerked herself off that first time in the
shower.
I wasn't doing nearly so well and I began sensing impatience on her
part. I depended on her for so much. She'd help me through her various
relationships with friends and coworkers. I struggled with her work and
was frequently absent. She'd tell me of this and that. She helped me
put on makeup each morning. Too matter-of-factly, she told me of my
impending menstrual period and what I could expect.
The breasts, the vagina, the hair, the hormones, it was all so
overwhelming. Smoking had been her biggest vice. How many times had I
encouraged her to quit. Now I felt the strength of her addiction and
showed less restraint than she had before. She was out late the night
my first period started. I smoked continually that night and cried
myself to sleep.
She seemed to thrive on her new body, her new life. Her hair was cut
shorter than I'd ever worn it. She'd shower and shave, totally naked.
She'd walk in front of me, taken with her new power. One morning she
cornered me in the bathroom. She told me how good I looked. It was so
bizarre. This had been her body dammit! But she looked at me in a way I
hadn't seen before. I could sense, just for a moment, she considered
overpowering me, exerting her strength. I felt a brief panic but pushed
her out and shut the door.
"You know that body does like masturbation," she shouted from the other
side. "You might try it sometime. Better yet...," his voice just
trailed off but I knew what he meant. I mean, what she meant.
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