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Chastity Pantiesl Girl asks guy to wear magical panties while she is away which guarantees he won't be sleeping with other girls. --------------- I have always been a guy, and loved being a guy. I have always enjoyed being the physically dominant gender, but not in a bad way. I like being able to lift heavy things for my girlfriend. I like playing sports such as football. And I like being physically dominant in the bedroom, which my girlfriend has never complained about. I work as a UPS delivery driver, which lifting all those heavy boxes every day helps keep me toned and in shape. My girlfriend on the other hand is almost a complete opposite of me. Whereas I am tall and solidly built, my girlfriend is a full foot shorter than me, and has little to no muscle mass at all. She is a petite blonde and revels in playing the part to the hilt. People also want to think that she is just a small framed ditzy blonde airhead. She plays along, and tries not to clue people in on the truth though. And there again is where we are so different. I don't consider myself dumb, but also know I have at best an average lever of intelligence, but Ashley on the other hand, is smart as a whip. But people tend to be afraid of smart women, so like I said before, she plays it down. So if it is true, that opposites attract, then we were made for each other. Ashley and I have been together for about two years now and are very happy together. Why haven't I proposed to her yet? I don't know, I guess I just haven't gotten around to it I guess. I suppose I will someday. But then again she hasn't brought it up yet, so why should I? We do share an apartment together though, and we both have jobs. I work for UPS as I stated before, and she's an executive assistant for some bigwig at a major manufacturing corporation. We are happy together, but she is jealous. Not the insane-chick kind of jealous, but she gives me an earful if she thinks I may be giving more than the required amount of attention to another girl. Ashley is self-conscious. Ok she has a great body, and I don't deny that I have a pretty nice body too. She would never change either of us, but I know she is a little bit afraid too. Girls like men like me: Tall, strong, and if I might say so, handsome as well. She is afraid that if given the chance, another girl could lure me away from her. I have consistently told her that I have always been faithful to her, and will remain that way, but she still stays close to me just in case. She says she trusts me; it's just all the other she wolves out there that she is wary of. I have learned to give up arguing with her. Other than looking at the occasional girl, I don't wander, so there isn't a problem. As for her staying close to me, he he, I kind of like it that way anyway. One day she said she had to go out of town. Her boss had to oversee a major project in Japan, and she was expected to go with him. She said it would likely be a couple weeks, but could turn out to be more. I knew she was scared. Not scared of going, scared of leaving me alone - Wondering if she would return to an empty house. The afternoon before she left she came up and gave me a small package. I opened it and found a pair of lacy pink panties with a little bitty lock on the front of them. I laughed a bit and asked, "What are these? A pair of your panties to keep as a token reminder?" She said no, actually they were new, she had never worn them, and they were actually for me - to wear. OK, so now all the humor was gone and she could tell that I was at a loss. She explained she was at the mall doing some last minute shopping when she came upon a new store she had never seen before. It looked like a medieval knock off of Toys-R-Us, so quizzically she went inside. Gadgets, gizmos, potions, and spell books were all over the place. She said it looked more like a Halloween store than a toy store. And the guy behind the counter, he was a hoot. Looked and acted like Gandalf from Lord of The Rings. Anyway, they got to talking and after only a cursory yet weird conversation, he said, "I think I know exactly what you need!" And he came back with these underwear. He explained they work kind of like a chastity belt, but with a bit of a magical twist. He said to have her man wear these, and once the key was turned in the lock, overnight he would find no need to have intercourse with another woman. Only twenty bucks. I looked at the panties and asked, "What, do they have a chemical coating or something: Kind of like 'The Patch'? Because I don't see this little lock doing anything to stop one from taking them off." She said she didn't know how or if they even worked, but if nothing else, were a symbolic gesture. I mean heck they are only panties, and can be worn under your regular work clothes. Nobody would know except you and me. "Please?" She pleaded, batting those beautiful blue eyes. How could I say no? I stripped down and put the panties on. Surprisingly, they were not uncomfortable at all. Stapled to the standard instruction and disclaimer card was a small plastic bag and small a key attached to a necklace. She took the key out of the package and tossed baggie and the card it was attached to aside. She then placed the key inside the lock on the front of the panties. There was an audible 'click' when she turned the key, and a small indicator above the keyhole showing the device was in fact 'locked'. She then placed the key and its necklace around her neck. As expected, there was nothing stopping me from taking the panties off. But like she said, they weren't hurting anything. I told her I would be proud to keep them on while she was gone to show my loyalty and faithfulness to her. She gave me a long passionate kiss for saying that. We were both very aroused by this turn of events, but unfortunately the sex would have to wait. We had to get Ashley to the airport. I got back home late in the afternoon. It was a hot sweltering day, so I thought I would hop in the shower for a bit and cool off, and wash off some of the sweat and stink. I tossed my clothes and panties on the floor and took my shower. Man it felt good! Getting back out of the shower I got dressed in clean clothes, but put the panties back on. Hey, I'm secure in my masculinity, plus it's a symbol of my faithfulness to Ashley. And then the phone rang. It was Dave from downstairs, and he wanted to know if I was coming down for the game. "Oh shit! I almost forgot the playoffs start tonight." I told him I would be right down. I threw on a team jersey and headed downstairs. Four of us guys spent the evening watching the ballgame, drinking beers, and having an overall good time. If any of them knew I was wearing panties I would have never lived it down. But of course that never happened. We lived in a rather nice high rise, and I lived three floors above Dave. Not the penthouse suite by a long shot, but it had a good view. Anyway, after the game, I stumbled my drunken ass into the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. I then stumbled out of the elevator, into my apartment, and got as far as the couch before I passed out stone cold drunk. I woke up to the phone ringing. It was Ashley calling to say she had arrived safely in Tokyo. I was glad to hear from her and told her so. She asked how my head was feeling. I laughed. She knew I would have spent the night at Dave's place watching the game getting drunk. She didn't mind me doing normal 'guy' stuff as long as there were no women around. I told her it hurt, but I would be ok. It would just make for a rough day at work. I got the necessary information from her. Her hotel room, and a number to contact her, and said I had to go and get ready for work. Before going she asked if I was still wearing my panties. I reached my hand under the edge of my jeans and found a lacy elastic band. "Yep," I told her. I could tell she was smiling, and then we hung up. Head hurting, I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the shower. My normal shower routine was to lather up my hair and then work my body from top to bottom soaping up and scrubbing my body all the while flexing my muscles and admiring my physique. I am not vain, but I take pride in the fact that I have worked hard to get my body in the shape it was in. And even with a bit of a hangover, I still could enjoy flexing my muscles as I got cleaned up. My Pecs, my Delts, my six-pack abs, my... I was suddenly as sober as a judge. The bathroom mirror was all steamed up so I raced into the bedroom to face Ashley's full length mirror. I just couldn't wrap my head around what I was looking at. In the mirror I was every inch the man I was yesterday - except - there was nothing between my legs except a patch of brown hair. I reached down with my hands to feel for my dick. Maybe my eyes were somehow playing tricks on me. But my fingers confirmed what my head was denying. My cock was gone. And more so, I found there was something beneath the small patch of hair between my legs. Or maybe I should say there was less than something, there was a void. God I couldn't say it, I couldn't think it. There was just no way I could have a p-pussy! My head was hurting real bad now. I don't know if it was from the hangover coming back, or the utter shock that I now had a pussy, but I just couldn't take it all in. My head just wouldn't let me think straight. And I still had to go to work. So I got dressed, put on my panties, and my normal UPS uniform and started to head out the door. I stopped one last time to look in the mirror. Everything looked right. I looked like the guy I was yesterday. I reached down with my hand for only a moment, but stopped just short. No, I just can't deal with it right now - and I headed out the door. I dove head first into my work. I didn't want to think about 'it'. But towards lunch I had to go the bathroom, so headed to the men's room and stepped up to the nearest urinal. I was relaxed, the hangover was subsiding, and this morning's events were only a distant foggy haze. That was until I pulled down my shorts to relieve myself, and was suddenly confronted with the fact that this morning was no dream. I did not have a dick with which to relieve myself. Nobody else was in the restroom so I pulled up my shorts, moved to the nearest stall, and was forced to relieve myself by sitting down. Although noticeably distracted for the remainder of the day, I completed my assigned work and then headed straight home. I didn't pass go, and I didn't collect two-hundred dollars. I took off all of my clothes except my panties and stood and faced the mirror. I left the panties on because I just didn't want to see 'it'. And in the mirror I saw a rugged looking man standing there wearing panties. A pink pair of panties. A very feminine pink pair of panties that fit very nicely. A pair of panties that hugged my crotch as any women's panties should. Showing absolutely no bulge at all. I found myself thinking, "This can't be real. This just can't be real." My mind kept saying the same thing over and over, but my anatomy just continued to disagree. I went over to Ashley's side of the bed, and in the second drawer found what I was looking for; what I knew would be there. An eight inch long polished metal shaft with a metal tip. "Do I really want to go there? Do I really want to know?" I kept asking myself. I stared at the object for a moment and told myself I had to know. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my panties a little to the side to expose what was beneath them. I laid the tip of the shaft against the folds of skin and applied a little bit of pressure. I found there was little resistance, and the shaft was slowly sinking deeper into my body. It finally went as far as it could go, and had about two inches in length remaining. I started to pull it out but about halfway out I reversed and pushed it back in again. Then out, then in, then out then in. Slowly at first, but steadily faster; meanwhile, my other hand found my clitoris. Yea, for now I gotta call it what it is, I can't deny it. I started fingering my clit while I continued to stroke in and out and in and out. Faster and harder, faster and harder, and then, oh! Ohhh! My body exploded with what could only be my first female orgasm. I laid there for a few minutes waiting to come back down from cloud nine, or wherever. I just laid there. I put my fingers to my mouth and sucked on them. I knew what to expect this time, they tasted like pussy. After about ten minutes or so, I regained my composure. I put some shorts on over my panties and went and started to make myself some dinner. I made myself a simple dinner, still confused, but now at least past the denial stage. While cooking and afterwards eating dinner, I kept rolling around in my head. How did this happen? What do I do next? Who do I talk to about it? Unfortunately, answers to tough questions don't come as easy to me as they do Ashley. And then there was a pounding at the door. "Oh Shit!" I said. I knew it would be Dave and the guys. Tonight the game and beer was supposed to be at my place. (We traded off to keep wives and girlfriends happy) I opened the door to let them it. I told them I was sorry, and I would be ready to go in a few. I told them to make themselves at home and the beer was in the fridge. The guys made themselves at home as expected and I went to the bedroom to throw on some sweats and a clean jersey. When I got back to the living room, the game was just starting, and the guys were all comfortable seated, each with a beer in hand. I dropped into my favorite overstuffed chair right next to Dave. Always the crude one Dave pokes his head in the air and takes a couple big sniffs with his oversized nose. "Mmmm, smell that?" he asked. I said I didn't smell anything, but also commented jokingly I didn't have the nose of a bloodhound like he did. He said, "Smells like fresh pussy!" Oh crap! I hadn't cleaned up afterwards. I was fumbling around for something to say or do when Charley spoke up. A little red-faced he said, "Sorry, Tina and I had a bit of a nooner today. I guess I missed a little in the shower." We all laughed and commented that any time you can get some is a good thing. The issue was dropped and we got back into the game. First chance I got though, I excused myself to go the bathroom and cleaned myself off as best as I could. When I got back to the living room I made sure to sit down a little too roughly and thereby 'accidentally' spilling my beer on myself, hoping to mask any lingering odor. Dave, always the joker then yells out as if he were an umpire. "Penalty! Alcohol abuse! Yeerrr OUT!!!" Again we all laughed. Things went rather smoothly for the remainder of the evening. I made sure to drink a lot less alcohol for a couple reasons: One is that I had one hell of a hangover this morning that I don't want to repeat, but secondly, and maybe more importantly, I didn't want to get so sloshed that I did or showed the other guys things I didn't really need them to know about; If you catch my drift. We all live in the same building, so after the game the guys each poured themselves into an elevator, and made their way home. The next day being Saturday I told myself I would worry about cleaning up then, and headed off to bed. Ashley's little sex toy was still lying in the middle of the bed from this afternoon. (I just couldn't call it what it really was right now). Getting more comfortable in my predicament as each hour passed, I found myself thinking, "why not, what would it hurt?" This time I removed my shorts and panties, and pleasured myself until I came. Aw heck, to put it bluntly, I fucked myself and it was fantastic! Afterwards, I put my panties back on, curled up in bed, and slept like a baby. The next morning I got up, took a shower, and got dressed in only my panties and a t-shirt. I then proceeded to make myself a man-sized breakfast of eggs, toast, sausage, bacon, and pancakes. Then I started to clean up the house. Beer cans, chips, and pretzels everywhere. I laughed; yea we had a good time last night. Cleaning up the beer mess I accidentally on purpose left in my chair, I found that a fair bit of beer had seeped down between the cushions. "Good thing this is a leather chair" I thought to myself. Running a cloth between the cushions to sop up the beer, I found the instruction card that came with my panties. I stopped in mid-clean and sat down looking at the card. She bought these at what looked like a magic shop to her, maybe, just maybe if magic was real... Heck, it's the only thing that comes close to making sense so far. The card was about the size of the standard poker playing card. But either the paper or ink was pretty cheap because the beer that had gotten on it caused a lot of the words to run. I started to read it, hoping that it would explain just what the hell was going on: And it did. Apparently these were in fact magical chastity panties. It would turn a male's parts inside-out and into a female's parts overnight just as Gandalf had said. Well what she said that he had said was in fact "he would find no need to have intercourse with another woman," which was in fact true if for no other reason than I didn't have the equipment to do it. It said the panties only affected the area with which it touched. No other part of the body would be magically affected, but may see effects due to hormones and the like. Once locked, the wearer would find it irresistible to leave them off for any extended length of time unless rendered non-functional as listed below. Otherwise, only by unlocking them would the wearer no longer have the urge to wear them. And then there were some do's and don'ts. They could be washed and handled as any other form of laundry. If torn... And then the words trail off in a wash of beer. Okay, now I knew what was going on, what do I do about it? And then I got it! Ashley is the smart one; I needed to get her involved to help figure this out. I don't know how she would ever believe me, but I had to try. Maybe a little proof, that's it! I got my digital camera, and took my picture in the mirror, butt naked with everything showing; or not showing as it turns out. Then I took a picture of the instruction card, zooming in close enough to be readable. I then composed an e-mail to her and told her there was a complication and to view the attachments for further details. I wasn't sure of the time difference so didn't know when she would be able to read the e-mail much less get back to me. I hoped it would be soon because I just didn't know what to do. As it was Saturday, I pretty much spent the day doing nothing. I went out and did some basic grocery shopping. I came home, did laundry, and played video games most of the afternoon. Game three would be on tonight so I cleaned up really good this time, got my team colors on, and headed down to Stewarts place for the game. It was a pretty standard evening, other than the fact that Stewart's wife was giving me some really uncomfortable vibes all night: Did she know something? Regardless, nothing was ever said, our team won, and I went home and went to bed. Again, giving some pleasure to my newly acquired pussy first. I had just dozed off to sleep when the phone rang. I had the phone in my hand before the second ring. Oh please please please be Ashley. She was silent for a moment, but I knew it was her. I spoke first, "I know, words are kind of hard to come by. Trust me, I know." She said, "Please tell me this - this is a put on, some kind of joke." I told her I wished it was, and at least she had the advantage of reading the instruction card first. I told her I went two days before I found the card, and in that time I went through several emotional states. I told her I needed her to help me figure out what to do. She said it was simple actually. (I told you this woman was smart) Once we unlock them, and you can take them off and leave them off, you should return to normal. I said, "Perfect, just send me the key." She said, "No, I'll think I'll wait." I told her this was no joke, and it sure wasn't funny. She said, "Don't worry; I'll unlock them in a week or so when I get home. From what I read they shouldn't affect other parts of your body, so no harm done. Plus, they are doing exactly what I got them for, keeping you celibate. Unless you suddenly have an attraction for men, then there's a problem." I told her guys have never done it for me, and still don't, she's safe in that arena. I told her okay. I learned a long time ago there was no fighting with her. Plus what would it hurt; I could run around with a pussy in my pocket for a week or so. Hell what guy wouldn't want a pussy that he could play with seven days a week. Life settled down to normal again for me. Sunday we were back at Dave's house for the third game of the series, and our team swept the other team. Monday morning I headed back to work as if everything was just hunky-dory. And so it went. Every few days I would get a call from Ashley saying things were okay and asking me if I was still being faithful to her. I told her, "You know I am". I would have been faithful to her either way, but for now, I truly had no choice. Yes I still found girls attractive, pretty girls very attractive, and guys, not at all. Sunday morning I got a call from Ashley saying there was a setback, and she would have to stay a bit longer. I told her there wasn't a problem, life was pretty normal on this end. She asked if I had experienced any side effects. I told her there was one. Every time I went to use the urinal at work, for some reason I ended up making such a mess. I just couldn't direct the stream as accurately as I used to. She just laughed and said it was good that I was able to have a sense of humor about the whole thing. I had in fact softened to the idea, life wasn't so bad, but more importantly, I was glad Ashley was concerned. The next two weeks just slipped by at a regular pace as well. Work, home, masturbate, sleep, and throw in a ballgame every few days just for kicks. Our team was doing rather nicely. We won the divisional series in a sweep, and the championship series in six games. The World Series would begin in just a few days and we were ready for our team to really kick some butt. I got a call from Ashley on Saturday, and was finally given the happy news: She would be home the following Saturday. I was thrilled, and maybe a little bit saddened. I have lived for three weeks now with a woman's parts between my legs and it hasn't been too bad. It would be nice to have my old equipment back, but on the other side of the coin, I think I'm gonna miss having a pussy too in a way. I told this to Ashley in similar verbiage, and she said that she likes her pussy, and can understand why I would miss having one. I not sure that was exactly the same as what I meant, but regardless, I left it there, and we just laughed. The World Series started on Monday, and our team got beat, hands down. Our team had won every game so convincingly up to this point that it was a very sobering loss. Regardless, we stood by our team, and knew they would bounce back. The next game they were back to form and won again. Wednesday would be an off day so the teams could change cities for the next game. I was feeling real good at this point. I had developed one side effect, but was very minor. My nipples were more sensitive than they used to be. Luckily no breasts were forming, so except for a very feminine pussy, all the rest of me was still very masculine. I was also spending several nights a week with a bunch of men, and did not feel sexually aroused in the least. No this would be over in just a few days, and things would be back to normal. Wednesday Dave came to me and told me he had scored four tickets to Friday's game, and did I want to go. I said absolutely, and naturally I would pitch in on the cost of the tickets as well. Thursday's game would be watched from my place, and I decided to go all out. Beer, brats, steak, and more beer. We played it to the hilt, and to top it off our team won. Friday morning I was feeling sick. Either I ate too much, or ate the wrong thing, or something was off, but I was fighting stomach cramps all day at work: but I muddled through. That evening when I got home from work I called Dave and asked how he was feeling; He said he was fine and 'stoked' about the game. I was almost tempted to tell him I couldn't go because I was sick, but thought better of it. This was the World Series after all. Sick or not! We got to the game and found our seats way up in the nosebleed section. The players looked almost like ants from here, but hey, we were here. I was fighting cramps the entire game and in the middle of the fourth inning I got a weird sticky feeling. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and found the nearest empty stall. I dropped my drawers to find the insides of my pants were soaked in blood. Oh God I was getting my period, and at the most inopportune time. It's something girls have to deal with all their lives, and guys never do. At that moment I acquired a lot more sympathy and respect to that which I have always considered the fairer sex. I cleaned things up as best I could, but Toilet Tissue isn't a very good medium. After cleaning up, I went out to a vendor, and got a handful of paper towels, headed back to the restroom stall, did a little more cleaning, and then formed a makeshift maxi-pad to hold me through the rest of the game. (I hoped) I kept thinking to myself. I am so glad this is going to be over tomorrow. As it turns out, my pseudo maxi pad only held out until the eighth inning, and I had to find my way to the men's room to change it out. Our team won in a knuckle biter of a game. On the way home, I asked the driver to stop at the local grocery store so I could pick up a few things. "Like what?" he asked. I said if he really must know, Ashley will be home tomorrow, and has asked me to make sure there are a few feminine hygiene products on hand, if you know what I mean. Most men balk at buying that kind of stuff, me included, so I got a hearty slap on the back from Dave saying, "You're one helluva boyfriend, Ashley is a lucky girl to have you." It was a pretty good lie if I do say so myself, because no way in hell could I or would I tell them that what I bought was actually for me! I got home and stripped off my clothes and threw them in the wash; meanwhile I set about figuring out the workings of a tampon. While I was waiting for the wash to complete, I put on a pair of tighty-whiteys I hadn't worn, or needed to wear in almost four weeks or so, inserting a maxi pad in them as I slid them up over my pussy. I went and sat on the couch and started to watch the game that I had recorded. It was nice to see the game with normal size players. In the middle of the second inning, the buzzer went off from the washer, so I went and put my clothes in the dryer. Then grabbed beer, and sat down to watch the rest of the game, and promptly fell asleep. At 1 o'clock the phone rang, and it was Ashley. She was at the Tokyo Airport waiting to board, and was calling to give me flight information. I wrote it all down and told her I loved her and I would see her tomorrow afternoon. I then hung up and promptly fell back asleep. I woke up somewhere around nine o'clock to the TV blaring. I reached for the remote to turn it off when I heard the words, "Plane crash." I was suddenly wide awake. It was on a news channel and they were showing footage of wreckage splattered across the side of a mountain. I breathed a sigh of relief. Ashley was flying home from Japan and was somewhere over the Pacific right now. It wasn't her plane. Well, I needed to get ready if I was to pick her up in a few hours. I still had a few stomach cramps, so I cleaned up, inserted a new tampon, went to the dryer, got my panties out, affixed a maxi pad to them, and put them on. I then continued getting dressed to welcome Ashley home in style. I went about cleaning the house, and getting ready for the happy homecoming. I then headed out to the airport only making a brief stop at the florist to pick up a dozen roses. When I saw her coming out of the gate I just ran up to her and kissed her and told her I missed her more than anything. I don't know where it came from, but suddenly I found myself asking her to marry me. She said she had waited so long to hear me say that, and the answer was "YES". And then we kissed again, much more passionately this time. While we were driving home, we discussed everything that had transpired over the last four weeks. I told her I actually learned a lot about how the other side lives. I re-emphasized that I would kind of miss having a pussy in a way, but would also be glad to have my man-parts back too. Back home it was more love and affection. I had so missed her, and we were soon down to our panties. She reached down to cup my crotch, saying, "I guess we don't need these any more," obviously referring to my panties. She then took the key from around her neck and inserted it into the lock on my panties. Once again I heard an audible 'click'. We were soon naked with each other. She was surprised when she saw I was wearing a pad, and had to remove a bloody tampon. "Oh yea, that's something else I forgot to tell you," she said, "I guess you really did learn a bit about how the other side lives." We both laughed. We both collapsed into bed from exhaustion. I then asked her, "Wanna..... you know." She just lay there, and let her hands run over my hairy chest, and then down to my crotch. I was aroused by her and I was a bit 'moist'. Her fingers explored my pussy for only a moment, probably confirming that it really was a pussy. Then she whispered in my ear, "Not tonight sweetheart, maybe tomorrow. I'm really not that into girls." And that was it. We just laid there lovingly in each other arms until we both fell asleep. The next morning I woke up, alone, and then I heard the shower running. I started to sit up; happy in the thought it was now over. Then I realized the sheets were damp below me. I pulled the blankets away to expose two distinct revelations. One that I was sitting on bloody sheets, and two, it was because I was still bleeding from my period: And from my pussy which shouldn't be there anymore. Just then Ashley stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her and wiping her hair. "Good Morning," she said and then continued, "I see we still have a pussy." She said that most girls go to bed with protection when they have their period. I told her I didn't because I expected to grow a dick overnight, and if there was a tampon up in around there, I don't know what would have happened. She said that was actually some good thinking. She came around the bed and sat beside me. She started to talk, and then stopped. She said I needed to go put some shorts on or something. I may still have a pussy, but that doesn't mean she had to look at it. Once I was appropriately covered, we had a lengthy discussion. Maybe it takes longer to undo than it took to do. She picked up the panties I had been wearing for four weeks and inspected them. They were not torn. Something the instructions started to mention, but we could not read what would happen if torn. She said maybe we should go to the mall and ask the guy in the store. Maybe he has a second pair, and we can get a copy of the instructions. This sounded as good of a reason as any, so we went. But all we found was an actual Toys R Us outlet store. No potions, no spells, and no Gandalf. We headed back home trying to determine what next to do, but we were running out of options. Once we got back home I told her it would be okay, and I am sure we'll get this all fixed. Then I went to hug her, and she backed off. I asked her what was wrong. She said she loved me, but she loved the 'Man' me. I told her I was still a man. She said no, wearing pants, you look every inch a man, but still, once you take them off; you are definitely NOT a man where it counts. She said she would be back in a bit and that she had to get her head on straight. It was a feeling I knew only too well. She then grabbed her car keys and walked out the door. I didn't see her for the rest of the day. She still wasn't home by the time I went to bed, so I went to bed alone. It looks like I wasn't bleeding any longer, so I didn't wear a pad to bed. But since I wasn't getting sex from Ashley tonight, I might as well go it alone. For what I hoped would be the last time, I played with my pussy until I came to orgasm, and fell asleep. Somewhere late in the evening Ashley came in and crawled into bed, but she didn't snuggle up to me. I hoped it would all be better in the morning. And it wasn't. It was worse, much worse. I woke up, and upon a quick cursory examination with my finger, I realized that once again I hadn't regrown my penis overnight. Ashley was sitting at the foot of the bed holding the instruction card up to the morning sunlight. When she felt me stirring, she got up and came over to me as I sat up. I turned and put my feet on the floor keeping my middle parts covered. She looked down and saw her favorite dildo lying on the floor. She picked it up and handed it to me. She kind of laughed and said, "Kind of a nice way to go to sleep, huh?" I said, "Yea, I guess so." She knew I had used it last night, but more important knew I still had the equipment that I could use it again this morning if I so desired. She said maybe I should get used to it. I asked what she meant. She said, "You might just have a pussy for quite a bit longer than we expected." She then handed me the card and went and got her travel bag, and started to pack some basic clothes. I told her that we still couldn't read it, that the words were washed away. She told me to hold it up to the light. I held it up to the morning sunrise and found the letters showed as a shadowy imprint, but were now clearly legible. It continued reading that tearing the underwear would not harm them unless such damage rendered them unwearable. Finally it said that high hormone levels would override the effects of the panties, and cancel their effect, leaving the wearer stuck in whatever form they were in at the time. The following things would raise hormone levels dangerously high, and likely have such consequences: Pregnancy, extended or excessive sexual stimulation, allowing a menstrual cycle to continue for more than thirty-six hours. She finished packing her bag and headed for the door. I asked her where she was going, and she told me she was sorry, she knew this was all her fault, but she couldn't live this way. I asked, "What way?" She said, "Sharing my bed with another woman." I got up stark naked and came over to her. I told her point blank, "Hey, I am NOT a woman." She said nothing, only picked up the dildo off the bed, and held it between my legs while I was standing there, and pushed it up inside me. She then pulled it back out and handed it to me. She said, "Look, as long as you can do that, you're a girl in my book, and like I said before, I'm just not into girls." She then turned and walked out letting the door softly close behind her. I just stood there; dildo covered in my own pussy juices in my hand, thinking to myself, "What do I do now?"