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As I opened my eyes the next morning, I was startled to see Natalie
facing me just inches from my face.
"I I've been awake for half an hour," she said with a gentle smile. "I
just didn't want my girl waking up alone."
With that, she kissed me tenderly on the lips.
We slowly got out of bed, and took turns in the bathroom. When I got out,
I found that Natalie had laid out a pair of pink cotton panties for me to
go along with one of her camisoles. I got dressed with my new
undergarments under my normal clothes.
She had made brunch reservations at the Willowbrook Inn for us that
morning, so it was time to face the world with my present form.
I was terrified.
I knew that nobody could tell anything about me just by looking. I was
certainly glad that it was February because my bulky sweater even hid my
annoyingly perky nipples. I knew all this, but I still felt like there
was a neon sign hovering over my head that read "this man has a pussy."
By the time we sat down, fear of discovery had adrenaline coursing
through my veins. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and I had
a nervous smile painted on my face. My hands were shaking so much that I
nearly knocked over my water glass when I went to take a sip.
"Was the waitress giving me an odd look?" I asked after the server left
our table to fetch our coffee.
"You're imagining things, sweetie," said Natalie. "But wouldn't it be
sexy if she did suspect? Wouldn't it be kind of exciting if she knew that
there was something kinky going on?
"No, it wouldn't be sexy if we were found ..."
"Here's your coffee," our waitress said, appearing out of nowhere with
our coffee in hand. "Are you ready to order or do you need a few
minutes?"
Natalie burst out laughing, and I know I blushed and stammered a bit as I
tried to just order some pancakes. I had to order Natalie's brunch as
well, as she was laughing too hard to say much of anything. Although it
was my imagination before, I know that we were getting looks from people
now.
The waitress grabbed our menus and I glared at Natalie for a good two
minutes while she regained her composure.
"Are you going to just laugh at me for the next week?" I asked.
"Sorry, dear. I'm not laughing at you, just at our timing."
"I don't mean to be quite so touchy, but I hope you can appreciate how
vulnerable I feel right about now."
Then she looked me right in the eyes, and I froze.
"Do you trust me?"
I nodded, and she smiled.
"Then I want you to try something for me. I want you to be honest with
me. Let your eyes wander a bit, and tell me where they go," she was very
serious. "Then tell me how it makes you feel."
I didn't know how to respond to this. Men are always stealing subtle
glances. It's not something we can really help. Now I was being asked to
confide in my wife where my eyes wandered and how I felt when I looked.
It took me a moment to understand what she was asking me.
Did she want to know if I was glancing at men or women? That had to be
it.
Suddenly it was not my trust in her that was in question, it was my trust
in myself. What if I found that I was drawn suddenly to looking at men?
What if my sexual attractions were starting to shift to be in line with
what would be "normal" for my new anatomy? What if this meant that I was
going to be less sexually attracted to my wife than I had been before?
I took a deep breath and looked around. My eyes caught sight of a woman
at a table across the room. She was voluptuous brunette, a classic
Italian beauty wearing a deep v-neck sweater showing off a deep valley of
cleavage. I sighed in relief as I felt a gentle yearning looking at her.
I looked away quickly, not wanting to stare. I let my eyes continue to
wander about the room, but they returned a couple more times to that same
beauty.
"It feels strange to be giving you a 'play by play' on pretty girls in
the room," I said softly.
"Is it just girls or do you find yourself glancing at the men as well?"
she answered softly. "It's ok, my love. I really want to know what's
going on in your mind. Besides, it gives me permission to be looking
around as well. You know, if we are serious about considering bringing in
a third, that person should be appealing to me too."
"The guys are just background noise," I answered. "But that woman across
the room, the one with the double-Ds in the purple sweater, yum. I can't
help but get a little turned on when I glance at her."
Natalie stole a glance at her as well, then turned back to me. Now it was
her turn to blush.
"She is sexy, isn't she? How does she make you feel? How does it make you
feel to be talking about another woman with me?
"And here are your pancakes," the server interrupted.
Now it was my turn to laugh. The waitress must have thought us mad. In
any event, she served our meals, and we continued on with our discussion.
"I'm still getting used to what it means to be aroused with this
anatomy," I whispered. "There is the familiar bit of adrenalin, but the
effect around my body is stronger. I feel all tingly, and my nipples are
just aching to be sucked on."
"Oh, I know. I feel it too," she answered. "But even more so because
we're feeling it together."
With that, she took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"It's incredible to be here with you, like this, talking about girls," I
answered. "It's definitely making me..."
I blushed as I considered my next word carefully.
"Wet," I said at last.
"So, all things being equal, you would be more interested in a curvy girl
for our third?"
I nodded and Natalie smiled.
"I think I like that idea."
With the tension of exploration waning, we attended to our meals. Our
feet gently played under the table, making it impossible for me to sit
completely still. We frequently held hands for passing moments while we
ate.
I couldn't help but reflect on how much our relationship was being
recharged thanks to our little experiment. I hadn't been this enraptured
with Natalie since we were dating years before. That's not to say that we
had lost our passion or love, but we had definitely tapped into a level
of excitement that all established couples trade for the security of a
long-term relationship.
We finished our brunch and headed for the car. I hoped that nobody would
notice that I was walking a little strangely. I was not used to the
feeling of soaked panties clinging to my labia. No one gave us a second
glance.
On the ride home, Natalie rested her hand on my thigh while I drove. I
was in heaven. I had no doubt what this was going to lead to, however,
things seldom go to plan.
When we got home, Natalie got a call from her office. Saturday be damned,
her office server had gone down, and she was needed. I whined my protest
to no avail. Among her responsibilities, she was the network
administrator. She had to go in and get the system working.
With profuse apologies, she headed for the door to leave. She promised to
be home by 4, and to make it up to me then. So I was left to my own
devices for the afternoon.
I was horny. There was no way of getting around that, so I decided to
head up to the bedroom. If Natalie wasn't going to be there to help me
with my immediate needs, I would attend to it myself.
When I got to the bedroom, I quickly stripped down to just my socks. My
hands squeezed my tiny breasts, squeezing the nipples between my middle
and ring-fingers. I don't know what possessed me, but I decided it was
time to try something new.
Natalie had a vibrator in her underwear drawer. There was nothing unusual
about that. She would even give me little masturbation shows every once
in a while. But now, my curiosity was getting the best of me. Surely she
couldn't object.
The toy was six inches of purple rubber with a twist-switch to turn it
on. I set up my wife's mountain of bed pillows so I could sit up a bit,
and climbed on the bed. My legs spread, and I silently thanked Natalie
for making my lower body hairless because it made my slit look almost
natural where it was.
I turned on the vibrator and brought it to my labia.
I had never imagined this kind of sensation before. It was like caressing
my balls, yet better. I resolved not to ruin the experience by over-
thinking it. My hips were bucking slightly on their own accord. There was
a new desire emanating from my sex, and it demanded attention. Much to my
horror, I wanted to put the toy inside me; into my pussy.
I hesitated. Did I really want to fuck myself? What would that mean for
my self-image? What if I liked it? Would I start desiring men? That
thought disturbed me. However, I trusted Natalie. Even if I told her I
was feeling urges, she would not push me to do anything I didn't want to
do.
So, I closed my eyes, and pushed the head of the toy between my nether-
lips, searching for my opening. The anticipation was making me sweat. My
free hand pawed at my chest, tugging my nipple. Then I found the spot,
and slid the toy into me.
I screamed in pleasure as I penetrated my femininity. I glided it in up
to the hilt and just held it there. The vibrations were deep inside of
me. It was a little like having sex with Natalie before, as if I was
feeling my cock being squeezed in a hot, tight, pussy. However, instead
of feeling the pleasure from being squeezed in that intimate embrace, the
pleasure radiated in the other direction.
I slowly worked the toy back out a bit, and in again.
The feeling was getting better and better. I fucked myself a little
faster now, and a little harder. The hand on my nipple moved down to play
with my clitty while I probed ever deeper into my sex.
When I finally climaxed, I saw stars. It was all I could do to clamp my
thighs tight on my hand and the toy. It buzzed away happily as I rocked
back and forth until the explosions of pleasure finally subsided. I
pulled it out, and just laid there.
My thighs were a sloppy mess, my ass was sitting in a swamp, the toy
buzzed happily away, but I couldn't really move yet. It took me a while
to collect my faculties, turn off the vibrator, and get up and head to
the shower.
As the hot water of the shower washed over me, I was swimming in a mix of
sensations that were all competing in my mind for my state of being. On
the one hand, I was still experiencing a delicious afterglow from my
orgasm. My body tingled all over, combined with the soothing experience
of the flowing water, left me content in a way I had never been before.
Truly, my body was satiated, and I'm sure I was sporting a ridiculous
"I've just been fucked" grin.
But competing with that was the realization that I'd not been gentle with
myself.
My nipples and tiny breasts were sore from my pawing and tugging. Things
that had felt so good in the heat of the moment now left me feeling beat-
up. Deep inside of my new sex, I could feel what seemed almost like
bruises from the toy I had used. Somehow, the discomfort I felt was
making my body feel more like it was mine.
The intoxication of it all was over. This body was not just a pleasant,
euphoric interlude of pure pleasure. This body could be hurt. My new
parts, of course, were vulnerable to the same kinds of abuse that the
rest of my body was. It seems silly to reflect on it now, but standing in
that shower, feeling both satiated and sore, I finally took full
ownership of what I had become.
After my shower, I dried off and got dressed again. As I had no plans to
leave the house, comfort was the order of the day. I slid on a pair of
blue cotton pajama pants, my softest t-shirt, and my bath robe. What I
really wanted was to just relax, so it was downstairs, fresh coffee and a
good book.
When Natalie finally came home that afternoon, I greeted her at the
doorway to the kitchen. We had a gentle kiss, and her right hand slid
down to my pants, cupping my sex.
I flinched.
"Discovered modestly, have we?" Natalie asked playfully.
"No, no, nothing like that," I replied. "I'm just a little bit sore."
Natalie raised her eyebrow at me. Her smile became slightly predatory as
she demanded an explanation. Despite my embarrassment, I recounted my day
to her. As I talked, she cozied up to me. Her embrace and wandering hands
became more gentle as I confessed my exploration.
"I feel ridiculous," I concluded.
"There's no reason to feel ridiculous. I'm glad you're exploring," she
said. "That is such a beautiful gift to me, that you would really embrace
this. So, tell me, how do you feel now: both physically and emotionally
now that I know."
I hesitated for a moment and her arm around my waist pulled us closer
together. Her soft lips kissed my neck.
"I hurt in very sensitive places," I said with a chuckle. "But, I am glad
I had the chance to try, and I hope we can share some of this later when
I'm not quite so sore."
She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "If you had let me do it to
you first, I wouldn't have hurt you."
"I know, I know. But I was way too self-conscious. I didn't want to enjoy
anything too much, out of pride; and I didn't want any hurt feelings if I
hated something. Does that make sense?"
"It does. I'll try not to push you," she whispered. "You're still ok,
though? You're not thinking of taking an early change-back like Rachel
offered?"
"No, my love. Not a chance. Unless you're getting cold feet."
"Oh, no, no, no! I have plans," she said. "Go wait in the living room. I
will be right with you."
I found myself a comfortable place on the couch. I heard Natalie run
upstairs and rummage through the closets. Whether she was late for work,
or eager to give me a present, "Hurricane
Natalie" always sounded the same. As I heard her start back toward where
I was, I couldn't help but feel my pulse pick up a bit in anticipation.
When she appeared at the doorway, she had a shopping bag in one hand, and
a bottle of purple nail polish in the other. So this was to by my fate.
Natalie then spent the next half hour trimming, shaping, and double
coating all my nails in my favorite color of deep purple.
"Didn't I get you that bottle for your birthday?" I asked. "Don't use it
up all on me."
"Hush and enjoy it," she playfully scolded. "It isn't everyday you can
get pampered like this."
When all my nails were polished she showed me the contents of the bag.
Natalie intended to give me the full lingerie treatment. There was a
garter-belt, thigh-high stockings, a purple under-bust corset, black silk
panties, and a sheer black robe.
It was all laid out for me on the couch after my nails were dry.
"You bought all this for me?"
She nodded. I actually got a little choked up. My body didn't feel quite
so sore as I imagined letting Natalie caress and dress me. I tingled once
more in anticipation of the stockings gliding up my silky legs.
"What's the matter, sweetie?"
I reassured her that nothing was wrong, that I was just feeling a little
overwhelmed, and that I loved her with all my heart. We kissed tenderly
and cuddled up on the couch, agreeing that we could wait on dress-up
time. Just being close to each-other was more important right then.
At 6 o'clock, the movie we found ended. Natalie, who was lying up against
me, cupping my tiny breast, got up and announced that she was hungry. I
agreed that I could eat.
"Oh, no, dear. You misunderstand," she said with a wicked grin.
She sank to her knees in front of me, and started playing with the
waistband of my pajama bottoms. I shifted and lifted my behind off the
couch so she could tug them down past my hips.
"You don't have to do this, my love."
"Oh, but I do, sweet one," she replied. "You wouldn't let your poor wife
starve, would you?"
I slunk forward a bit as my pants were pulled down past my knees, and
then quickly removed. My knees spread wide, and our eyes locked.
Slowly she moved between my knees until I could feel her breath on my
thighs.
I trembled slightly. Then she kissed my thigh, her cheek brushing ever so
gently against my sex.
She chuckled gently, to mask her nervousness, then she kissed my other
thigh. My heart raced and I moaned softly.
I could almost feel her taking a deep breath to steel her courage, then
she kissed me full on the pussy. I was in heaven. It was all I could do
to not clamp my thighs around her head and hold her there with her sweet
lips kissing my femininity.
"Mikey likes it?"
"Yes, don't stop!" I gasped.
She kissed once more, and ran her tongue along my feminine lips. My
breathing was heavy and labored as her fingers gently spread them. She
blew lightly on my exposed inner folds making me shiver in delight.
I begged for more.
I got it.
Natalie's face disappeared between my legs and as I threw my head back.
No mere toy could do to me what my beloved wife was doing now. Her tongue
caressed and explored me, dancing over my pussy, playing a symphony of
pleasure just for me.
I came, but it only made me hungry for more.
She crawled up onto the couch, and sat across my lap. Her arms embraced
me. I leaned my head over to kiss her, and she dodged.
"No, I've got pussy breath," she said with a chortle.
"What? That's ridiculous. Now get over here."
She shrieked playfully and flopped backward on the couch. I climbed on
top of her, pinning her down. I smiled at her, and leaned in for a kiss.
"You were right," I said. "You do have pussy breath."
She laughed and pulled me down again for another kiss. When we parted, I
rested my head on her breast.
"I'm not sure I liked it," she said. "Somehow being face to face with it
is too much. I mean, I can do it, and I will do it for you at least once
more before the week's out, but it's really more for you."
"That's ok," I said, slightly disappointed. "I'll let you use a toy on me
tomorrow if I'm feeling better."
"You're too kind," she replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to brush
my teeth and you will too."
"You'll still taste it, only with a refreshing minty overtone."
"Oh, goody."
"It's an acquired taste."
"Stop."
I let her go, and stood up. I still felt aroused as we scurried down to
the bathroom to brush our teeth. When we finished, we returned to the
living room and my new clothing. Natalie helped finish undressing me,
"A small price to pay to have her hands all over me when I feel like
this," I thought.
The stockings were wonderful. I loved how they felt going on, and I loved
the way they felt when my legs touched. I was just glad I wasn't a
cricket because all of the leg rubbing would have been deafening.
The silk panties and garter belt were nice as well, but the corset was a
bit of a struggle.
I had never worn such a garment before. As I stood there, Natalie laced
me in, and began to pull it tight. There was an initial moment of panic
as I felt my body constricted and squeezed all around.
"Hush, darling and trust me."
And with that she tightened the strings again. Pulling again, working her
way through the strings, back and forth until I could take it no more.
And with one final tug, she tied off the corset.
As I stood there, figuring out how to breathe properly, Natalie traced
the contours of my assisted figure. The effect, when I finally saw it in
the mirror, was stunning.
I looked sexy.
"You're finally starting to look like a woman," Natalie whispered. "I
like it."
And so I spent the rest of the day dressed like that. The corset's steady
embrace restricting me from some movements, but the constant reminder of
my shape was strangely wonderful. At bed time, I was a bit hesitant to
remove it, but Natalie insisted.
As she unlaced me, I could tell there was something on her mind.
"Are you still feeling odd about going down on me?"
"No, that was ok," she replied. "It's just that, I really like you like
this."
"I'm enjoying it too."
"But I wish I had pushed it a little bit further," she said as she
finished releasing me from the corset.
"Further how? I feel like you took it pretty far already."
"Maybe made your arms and hands more delicate and feminine, gotten rid of
the rest of your body hair and your stubble."
She kissed my shoulder and neck as her hands came around to my chest.
"And what about those? Do you wish they were bigger too?" I asked.
"Do you?"
"I might be a little curious about what it's like to have real boobs;
boobs big enough to really be a handful for you."
She moaned lightly as she slid one hand down to cup my sex through my
panties.
"For now, let's just enjoy what you are, because it's wonderful."
And with that, she finished undressing me, and we went to bed. Once more
we cuddled up close to each other. It struck me as strange how
differently we slept together those first two nights. It was as if my
pussy was a magnet that drew our bodies together to rest, for we were
never so cuddly before.
Sleep came slowly to me that night, as I remained awake long after
Natalie had fallen asleep. I lay there, entwined with her, thinking about
what we were doing and thinking about what she had said about pushing
things further. I wondered if I could push things further and still keep
it a secret between us. I wondered if Rachel would give us the same
discount again on an additional transformation. I wondered if changing
myself further was going to undermine our marriage when I eventually
turned back.
Most of all, I wondered why I didn't miss having my cock.
That was the question that kept me up longest. Finally I concluded that
the novelty of what happened was still so fresh that I hadn't had time to
miss what I was. I hoped that that was the answer as I drifted off to
sleep.
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