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A Traditional Marriage Completely devoted. On our wedding day we'd exchanged the traditional vows. Never to part and all that. But afterward we had recited our own private vows to each other. To always support each other. To be completely devoted to each others' happiness. To be completely devoted to the relationship. We left the church ready to enter into our new lives. In our families, a few modern ideas had slipped in and become accepted, but in general we believed that family and marriage belonged firmly in traditional molds. To do anything else would be to disappoint her parents, not to mention the memory of my parents, both gone. And we were ready for that life. I ran my online store from home and made plenty of money to support the both of us, so that she wouldn't have to work. Soon, we both expected, she would become pregnant and she would spend her time taking care of the many children we were sure to have. Under my roof, under my patriarchal command of the house, as is my right. That night, carrying her across the hotel room threshold in her flowing white wedding dress, we began it. We undressed ourselves slowly, blushing a bit as we saw each others' naked bodies for the first time. We didn't have much to compare it to but both felt extremely lucky. Dierdre, standing there, her round and full breasts seeming to float in midair, brown nipples pointing straight towards me. Curves all down her body, sloping around and rounding off in a delicately cushioned ass, which I cupped as I hugged our naked bodies together. Me, a college athlete with what could be described, rather charitably, as a movie star body. By which I mean, no pudge and a bit of definition. The abs leading down to an eight inch cock, which I'd measured obsessively as an adolescent and had quickly learned it was not appropriate to brag about for a general audience. We fucked, clumsily. Virgins both, after all. The look of desire over her face as I pushed my way inside filled me with confidence and it was only five or so minutes until I came inside her.Then, acting out the advice I'd read in a marital advice book, I sat on the bed and hugged her back against my chest while I rubbed her belly and clit until she came, sure at the moment that underneath her belly was already a growing child. But there was no child growing in there. Otherwise, our lives were off to a great start. But after a year, the lack of success in getting Dierdre pregnant was worrying me. I had no idea what was going on - we both seemed so healthy, and it couldn't have been for lack of trying! Bedtime every night began with some form of sex. Both of us working out the needs we'd kept on lock until the day of the wedding. It was at the dinner table, a week before the anniversary. Dierdre had prepared a roast and we were digging in. I leaned my elbows on the table, asserting my control of the situation for what was sure to be a contentious suggestion. "Dierdre, we've been trying for a baby for so long. And it just isn't happening. We should go to a doctor and see what's up." She paused. Put her fork in her meat and let go of it, looking up at me. "Andrew, I..." She bit her lip and held her face in her hands, starting to sob. It all come out. "I haven't been totally honest. Not with you... not with anyone!" She reached for her purse, on the counter behind her, and pulled out a bottle of pills. Blockers. Designed to deter pregnancy. I picked it up and looked at her, betrayed "Don't you... don't you want..." "I do... more than almost anything! But... but this life just isn't meant for me, Andrew. I'm not who you think I am... Andrew, I'm a man." I blinked and looked at her, stammering a bit but not sure what to make of it. "I've always felt... trapped inside this body. I feel like I have always been meant to be a man. And getting pregnant... well... there's no ambiguity there, is there? I could never be one! Oh Andrew I'm so sorry... I misled you into this marriage. I love you but I have to make this transition. I have to be a man! I understand if you hate me... if you want me to leave." I took a moment, saying nothing. The idea seemed just... incorrect. Out of place. She's a man? I rolled the pill bottle around in my hand. Everything was a swirl of confusion, betrayal, disappointment. I let out a long breath and thought back to our wedding day, how simple everything had been then. "No. No, Dierdre. I made a vow. We made vows to stay together forever. I... I don't understand it but I can see how much you need it. I'm not even sure what being a man would mean for you but... but I'll stay by you. I'll support you." She caught her breath, still sobbing, then looking back up to me with watery, exuberant eyes. "R... eally? Really, you mean it?" She jumped up from her seat and hugged me more tightly than she ever had before. I hugged her back. "We can figure out kids some other way." I patted her back and smiled. She nodded, chin jutting into my shoulder. ------------- The night's sleep had been restless, even after the blowjob Dierdre had given me - a thank you? I couldn't figure it out. She had just seemed excited to spend time with my cock, and didn't undress all the way to let me play with her. The revelation from dinner still rocked me. I wasn't sure what had just happened, what it meant, what everyone would think. I had a work meeting away from the house the next day, leaving Dierdre sleeping in the bed. When I came home, nothing seemed different at first. The house was clean, and I could smell dinner wafting from the dining room. At least the big things weren't changing. And then I saw her. "Hope it's not a shock, honey. I didn't want to waste any time." Dierdre had gotten a haircut, buzzed, and was wearing no makeup or earrings. And that's only starting from the head. She had on my clothes, jeans and a button-up flannel shirt, which were on her a bit baggy except around the chest. Her breasts, lovely as they are, were a bit smaller than normal, perhaps taped down to minimize them. Her wide hips betrayed her feminine origins, but I lifted an eyebrow to see what looked like a heavy bulge in the crotch of the pants. She adjusted herself and chuckled "I can see you looking. It's called a soft pack hon. Just for the weight of it." "You look, ah... very different!" I nodded, trying to be supportive. She smiled and nodded "I can hear what you're saying, Andrew. You'll get used to it." She led me to the table and I sat down. Steaks. She rubbed at her arm, which had a band-aid on it. "Did you hurt yourself?" I reached over to rub her arm. "No, no, I started injections today. Testosterone. Like I said, wasting no time." I gulped a bit. Everything about this was just so new and strange to me. What would these hormones do? I found myself not feeling so sure about this whole new direction in her life. "So Dierdre," I picked up my fork and she interrupted. "Not Dierdre any more. Derek. And I'm a he. I know it might be tough to get used to, but I would really appreciate it." I cleared my throat. "Dier... uh, Derek... so, you're really going full throttle on this?" She, erm, he nods. "That's right. It's a new life for the two of us! Me feeling more and more like myself every minute. Don't worry... we're still the same couple as always!" I nodded, still getting accustomed. Clearly Derek had the chance to think about this for years. But for me this was only a day old. Some things, however, do not change. Maybe it was excitement at the changes and maybe just to ease me into the new situation, he was waiting in the bedroom as I came upstairs, in a loose t-shirt and, below, a jock strap holding in the soft pack. He turned over, that same ass as always on display towards me. I smiled. If constant anal sex were a side benefit of this change, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I lubed myself up and held his ankles against his shoulders and looked down at him. Despite the lack of makeup it was clearly still the same person I'd married in there. I groaned as his tight ring slid around my twitching cockhead. I began to slide further inside and then to buck my hips back and forth. The same rhythm as before the change. I felt a twinge of surprise and pride that I was able to remain excited about fucking a man. My eyes went wide as Derek broke our standard protocol and reached his hands up to grab my head and pull me down to lock lips with him. Dierdre would have never directed the action in that way! It felt almost nice to be led like that. I kissed hard, slipping my tongue into Derek's mouth, and grunting into his mouth while I felt the tight ring slide across the length of my cock over and over. I don't know how long it was until I came, but I broke the kiss and yelled while I unloaded my balls into Derek's ass. ------------- From there the changes started coming faster. The testosterone had begun to take effect, and his body began to appear much more masculine. The glimmer on his face when he finally asked to borrow my facial razor could not be described. Other changes went along with it. We had a whole new pile of clothes, men's clothes, in his size. Although he was not too far from growing out of them. He had begun to hit the gym as well, lifting weights and grunting with the rest of them. While my body had been slowly deteriorating since leaving college, and a small ring of fat lined my gut, Derek was looking better than ever, and before long was sharing my clothes, although he looked a lot more defined under the cloth than I did! We upgraded the soft pack. Expensive, but we had the cash. This one looked extremely realistic. A five-inch strapon, technically, but with clothes on it lay limp and filled out the space. At the push of a button it could become hard. You couldn't tell it from the real thing without looking very close to see the seams where it met flesh, or touched it to feel the rubber. As the changes continued, I still fought to adjust. I didn't think of myself as gay, but there I was, every night, watching my balls bounce off of my husband's rubber sack while ramming my cock into him with every ounce of strength. In the back of my mind I kept my interest by reminding myself of our vows and who I had originally married. Derek caught on to that, I believe, and was not happy. He didn't want to be remembered for who he used to be. Especially not sexually. One night, in the jock strap on the bed as usual, he smiled. As I climbed on he took my wrists and held them together over my head, pinning them to the headboard. "I'll just have to show you how much you'll enjoy me acting specifically like a man. A woman couldn't do this to you!" he said in his now-low, booming voice. He held the wrists tight. With the new muscles I couldn't wriggle free, but closed my eyes and moaned as he mounted my cock once again, which was incredibly hard and pointing up into the air as I lay on my back. I don't know what it was, the restraint, the surprise, maybe just the novelty of it all, but I came in only about a minute. I panted and opened my eyes to see Derek flashing a determined grin down at me, his belly tensing as orgasm juices flowed through the cracks of his strapon. "Didn't think of me as Dierdre there, did you? And you certainly enjoyed yourself." I nodded weakly. He held my wrists for a minute longer, seeming to enjoy the ability to do so, before he let go and we nodded off to sleep. What progressed from there could be easily described as my "training" in bottoming during gay sex. To my surprise, I didn't mind it... parts I actually enjoyed! After a few nights of being pinned and ridden, one night I didn't find an ass at my cock. Instead, while pinned, the tip of the erect strapon was at my lips. Surprised, I did the natural thing - opening to let it in. I looked up at Derek's face while he looked directly down into my eyes, straddling my head with his thighs and pushing his cock into my face. I sucked on it. Small enough that it wasn't too difficult to take it all. I felt a bit silly sucking on rubber, but the face it put on Derek was indescribable. The next step from there was obvious. I don't suppose I ever explicitly agreed to it but we both knew what would happen. I went upstairs before Derek did, to find that he had laid out the same shirt and jock he had been fucked first in those months ago. Appreciating the symbolism I put them on and lay ass-up on the bed. He was gentle. Bringing up my knees to open me, and stretching me out with fingers for almost an hour before sinking inside. I gasped. Despite the stretching it still felt like such an impossibility. But the head slipped inside, sweat pouring off my forehead. I smiled at Derek. He licked his lips and pushed in further. The strapon seemed perfectly designed to hit some exact spot that seemed to make my whole body lurch and my cock bob. Is that the prostate? I whimpered and took it in. He leaned on me, his weight pushing my knees to my chest as I was fucked for the first time. He reached between us and into the jock, then wrapped his right hand around my cock, stroking me in time with the rhythms of the strapon sliding in and out of my ass. "Oh god... Oh god..." I didn't know what I was feeling. I'd expected to tolerate it, for the marriage, but this felt good. I closed my eyes and let my cum paint the inside of the jock. After a few more thrusts he pulled out and smiled "We're doing that a lot more often." He smiled. Speechless, I couldn't do anything but nod. ------------- I don't know the exact moment he started to change his attitude, but it was sometime after he came out to his mom. The first six months or so after starting to change, he'd continued to go out in public, and especially to family gatherings, as a woman still. Just to not draw attention in our rather conservative town. But once he began to pass, he stepped out proudly into public for the first time as a man. His swagger was unmistakable that first day. But family gatherings remained less and less convincingly female. Soon he had stopped visiting family altogether. Half to avoid the issue and half to avoid even considering dressing like a girl. But then one day he made the call. Came out to his mom. Announced the change. I didn't hear much about it, surprisingly. I'd expected a huge blowout, but Derek assured me that she'd taken it fine and only had some questions and concerns, and not to talk to her about it. The tension hanging over us had been cut. The household tasks started being divided up differently. Derek began to help with the online business, and I started doing some of the chores. Derek even taught me to make a passable dinner for two. His gym training was coming along well too. He weighed what I did and half again, all of it muscle. His once prominent feminine breasts and curves disappearing into testosterone reshaping and muscle. He turned heads walking down the street. While at first we had taken turns topping each other, the balance had started to tip significantly. It was maybe once a week that i would get to hang onto that firm ass of his and plow him, rather than the other way around. And that dropped to zero after my birthday, for which Derek had gotten me an upgrade for his strapon - nine inches, bigger than mine. I wasn't sure how that was a present for me, but he assured me I would love it, and refused to give me an orgam until I could take it. Called it an incentive. Took three days of training and stretching until it slipped inside. He flicked his tongue across my nipples while pushing himself slowly, and then quickly, in and out of my ass. It did feel amazing. I told him as much. After that, how much I'd liked it was an excuse to not waste our night letting me fuck him. I wanted to protest, but something about the new way he carried himself... to try to assert some control over the situation just felt like I would be asking a favor. A week later I went into the office to find him doing the purchase orders. A task I'd always kept for myself. Seemed more fitting for the boss. I asked if I could help and he told me to just go make dinner. I did. That night at dinner as I served out the casserole he breathed a deep sigh. "There's something we need to talk about." I looked up at him, confused and a little nervous. "Yes Derek?" He laced his fingers together and rested his chin on them. "You know I've been talking with my mother. She is completely accepting of the new me. I told you that, too." I nodded. He continued. "But she pointed out something very important to me. Andrew, we've been breaking our vows. Our vows to each other and to our families! We swore to have a traditional marriage, and look at us. Two men living together. There's nothing traditional about that. And like we talked about before we got engaged, these principles are important for both of us." I sat, putting down the serving spoon and nodded "I suppose not. But... but with you transitioning and everything, there's not really a way for us to have a traditional marriage!" He shakes his head "I didn't think so either. I thought I would have to leave you. Go find a woman. After all, like mom said, I was straight before, why not be straight now too? But then I realized, maybe we don't have to do that. After all, I made the change. You will too! I think we still have my old clothes in the garage." Straight before, straight after? Is that really how it works? No matter... my mouth hung open. "Y... you can't be serious! I'm not a woman!" He chuckled "You'll feel a lot more like one after shots for a few months. We both know we want a traditional relationship, and I'm certainly not going back. Look at the two of us now, doesn't it just feel reasonable?" I looked closely at the two of us. If one was going to be more masculine it would certainly be him. But that doesn't mean... "Either we do it or that's the end. We'll have to part. Divorce isn't really ideal for a traditional relationship but it's a few steps up from two men." I folded my hands in my lap. He was right. This wasn't the traditional relationship they'd both wanted. That they'd both vowed to keep. Something had to change, but did it have to be this? I thought of heading back to my family, the only one in the entire extended tree to get divorced, head hanging low. I couldn't disappoint them like that. But this would mean changing into a woman! "Look, just try it for a few days. After that I can place an order for hormones or for divorce papers." A few days couldn't hurt. I nodded, meekly. He let me keep my clothes until bedtime. That night, he rummaged in the garage before coming up to bed. I was waiting, naked. He dressed me, holding each foot paternalistically while sliding the pink panties with a lace trim up over my legs. They fit me surprisingly well, given that I was larger than Dierdre had been. I wondered if I'd lost weight. The fabric felt soft and almost soothing around my cock. Women had more comfortable underwear, who knew! I wondered if Derek missed just this one part of womanhood. After the panties, he slipped a bra around my arms and fastened it behind my back. Big empty cups in front, matching Dierdre's size. Finally, a pink nightie fell over me and down my sides, stopping just a few inches below my pantied bulge. I felt uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. But I didn't have long to feel that way as the new sight of me seemed to inflame something deep within Derek. He grinned ear to ear and tossed met ot he bed, pushing up my nightie and pulling down my panties to reveal my ass. "Fuck... who knew... I really am straight!" He pinches my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and sliding his strapon into me once again. This time there's a ferocity to his fucking. He leans over and clamps his lips on mine, just about sucking the air out of my lungs as he rams against my prostate over and over. I closed my eyes and imagined myself still a man. He closed his eyes and did not. I groaned, his fervent attention making me cum after ten minutes, without even touching myself. At the same time I heard the grunting sounds and felt the familar wetness against my ass as he came, juices trickling down his front side. As he came, he reared his head back and yelled "CYNTHIA!" He panted and smiled. "That's your new name. Cynthia." I looked at him. Almost like a feral animal, he was racked with intense pleasure and you could see it in his expression. I could do nothing but nod, my cum sticking my nightie to my stomach. ------------- The next morning Derek was out of the house. Probably on a sales call for the business. But I found signs of him. In particular, notes for how to prepare. An outfit lay on the bed next to me. I remembered it. Dierdre had always said she felt really good in it. I went to shower and found more instructions. In particular, in place of my usual toiletries was a brand new pink razor and a can of hair removal spray. A card next to it directed where it was to be used. Pretty much everywhere but the head and face. I gulped. I did say I would try it. It stung. I sat on the closed toilet as I waited the amount of time it said to wait, then stepped into the shower and let the hair just slide off of me and down the drain. I shaved my face very closely with the razor and then showered. The feeling of being hairless was quite a surprise. Especially between my ass cheeks. Kind of squeaky. The hair would grow back, I reminded myself. If I didn't go through with it. I wouldn't. Would I? Clean and showered, I headed back to the bedroom and got dressed. The panties felt even better without hair. In fact they soothed my tingling skin. But they still felt odd. Out of place. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was just a man in panties. Not a woman. How could I keep this up? I fumbled to attach the bra behind my back and then, finally successful, slid the thigh-length dress over myself. It lay a little oddly on my frame. I looked in the mirror again. Suddenly hard, I blushed. How could this feel so weird and so arousing at the same time? Under the clothes was a small pamphlet on how to apply makeup. I went to the bathroom and pulled out the long-disused makeup kit from where Dierdre had kept it. I read the pamphlet cover to cover three times and began to work on myself. Definitely not the best makeup job I'd ever seen, as I looked in the mirror. The blush was too strong, the lipstick not in the lines. And I'd given up on eyeliner. Too weird. I frowned into the mirror. I looked like a boy getting into mommy's things. But I had pledged to try this a few days. Maybe once Derek saw how odd it was he would change his mind. I went to do some work for the company but found that the password on the laptop had been changed. I grimaced and did housework all day. Dinner, fish with potatoes, was ready at six on the dot. When Derek came home he couldn't keep his eyes off of me. As odd as I looked it seemed to be everything he ever wanted. I swear I almost caught him drooling a few times, and I'm not sure he was aware of how he kept flexing in my direction. He kept saying my new name every time he could wedge it in, letting it roll off his tongue and savoring it.. You look marvelous, Cynthia. What a delicious dinner, Cynthia. I closed a sale today, Cynthia. Dinner was hardly over and we were moving to the living room when he smirked and snapped his fingers to get my attention, then dropped his pants. Apparently we weren't waiting for bedtime tonight. My eyes went wide. "A... another upgrade?" He nodded. Eleven inches of rubber, thicker than it had been, hung between his legs. He poked the button and it stood at full attention. Another button and it started to vibrate lightly. I bit my lip. He took me by the shoulder and pushed me onto the back of the couch, hanging onto it firmly. He flipped up the back of my dress and dropped the back of my panties down, the front still covering my cock. He had clearly done some planning as he slathered lube from his shirt pocket onto his cock. I don't know what made it so easy to take but it really was. In one smooth motion I had eleven inches of vibrating strapon inside me and was mewling like a cat. My knuckles were white, hanging on to the edge of the couch, my prostate throbbing with every sliding stroke across it, my cock leaking streams of pre onto the couch. Were I less focused on the moment I would have worried about how to clean it later. "Fucking take it... I want to see my cock disappear in that hole" he grunted. And I obliged. Hardly able to form words, my mind swum, not a single cell devoted to anything other than feeling that cock inside me. "Y...yeahhh...yuhh.." My back arched. "Take it in your pussy!" He commanded. And for a moment I really did think of it as my pussy. And me as his wife. A big rugged man ramming his cock into his wife's pussy. He intensified his fucking. "You want a divorce now, huh? You want a divorce now or you wanna stay with me like this? Get fucked like this? Huh, what's it gonna be?" He'd said I'd have a few days! But logic had slid out of my brain as that cock had slid into my ass. I could hardly even form the simple words. The thought of being even a moment without this huge thing, vibrating and occupying my insides, forming my whole body and life around it. "N...no! No divorce!" He yelled, almost at the word ramming himself deep into me. I heard the click of another button and gasped as I felt a thick gooey substance shoot hard into my ass. An upgrade indeed!. He grabbed my hand off the couch and slid off my wedding ring. He lifted me up and turned me around on his cock, my back now laying against the couch. He took the hand again and slid it back on. A new stage in our marriage. He bucked his hips once more into me, making me cum harder than I ever have, my cum thick and shooting hard over my stomach. I panted, coming down slowly from the height of the orgasm. He was smiling down at me, rubbing a hand over my hair, an empty syringe in his hand. I hadn't even felt him give me the first injection. ------------- My body wasn't the only thing changing, but it certainly was changing. I no longer needed to shave my face. My hips expanded and my waist drew in, and I had the beginning of small breasts. Although most of the time I wore breastforms to accentuate the effect. Derek liked big ones, apparently, and I slipped the DD cup formed into the new bras we'd bought, Dierdre's having been smaller. My cock shrank and became a little less potent. Other than that, Derek was changing as well. More commanding. Reveling his role as the man of the house. In command, and rightfully in charge of his woman. I had been a more modern man than our parents, at least in regards to household gender dynamics. Derek, apparently, was more interested in taking a step a few generations back. I left the house only for shopping. At home I cleaned and prepared things for my husband relentlessly. Derek was a demanding patriarch. It didn't help that he'd previously been in charge of the household cleaning and cooking, and knew how to look for mistakes. I'd been rather surprised the first time he found missed spots in the mopping and pulled me over his lap to spank me. He promised it was a good teaching tool. His huge muscles rippled while he slammed five swats into my ass, leaving red marks all afternoon. He instructed me to go bottomless that day, so he could be reminded how how much better I would behave in the future. And it was true. The first week after that incident I was spanked every day. But I have been getting much better. A few months later I went a whole week without, just barely clearing seven days before the chicken for dinner burned. I wasn't thrilled with the new arrangement but I certainly didn't protest. This is what we'd signed up for. A traditional marriage. A meek and subservient housewife and a commanding provider of a husband. It wasn't my place to say how strict the household would be. This was right. This was how it was supposed to be. And besides, every time I thought of disobeying my ass began to sting of its own accord, almost like a reminder. It seemed right when he told me to start buying different sorts of clothes for myself. He picked out the first few outfits, and instructed me to buy things that were similar when out shopping. However, after deciding he couldn't trust a woman with a credit card in a clothing store, he ended up picking them all out anyway. An odd mix of conservative and revealing, and his tastes seemed to change slightly from one outfit to the next. Lots of skirts and blouses at first, and then once the first maid outfit came in the mail he became obsessed. Seven identical maid outfits hung in the closet he let me use. So if he wanted, he said, he could have me wear the same thing every day, completely static. But these were for work. For an hour before our nightly ritual where he would reveal his shudderingly huge strapon to me again and shove it inside me, I was instructed to wear only my thong panties, the fabric falling between my ass cheeks, and a deep v-neck t- shirt, revealing my fake cleavage. And the heels. Always heels, five inches high. I had wobbled around on them at first but soon got used to it. I was allowed to wear flat shoes for cleaning, but it had been an ordeal to get him to agree. He decided on a trade. I could clean in flat shoes, but would not be allowed to talk during dinner. Without getting out of the house I didn't have much interesting to say anyway. I just nodded and listened and ate, letting my now shoulder-length hair fall across my face. It also seemed right when he introduced the cage. "Cynthia, it's just not proper for a woman to shoot cum all over herself." I nodded meekly. What was I going to do, disagree? In his house? As a parting gift, benevolent man he was, he gave me an orgasm every day for a week leading up to the day it went on. The tight metal cage slid over my cock and a ring wrapped around my balls. I wouldn't be cumming with it on. I looked at it, whimpering a bit. I didn't know why he wanted this. But he did, and it was not my place to question. He told me it would come off on my next birthday and I gave him a tired, relieved smile, stroking a finger along the metal bars and thinking longingly of that day. Only a few months out. ------------- A long few months. The nightly fuckings began to cloud my head and drive me speechless with need. A deep desperate need for relief. I found myself after each session senselessly trying to hump the bed, my hand, anything. Knowing it wouldn't help but unable to really stop myself. Derek laughed. I looked cute and silly doing it, he said. I could hardly sleep the night of my birthday, I was so ready to be freed. In the morning I felt unusual. Groggy, in fact. Was I sick? I panicked a moment. Cleaning the house is so much more difficult when sick. But no, that's not right. I groaned and rolled to the side. A strange man shone a penlight in my eyes and nodded, then walked away. I wanted to shriek at the strange sight but just felt tired. I didn't feel like I had my pyjamas on. Were my clothes paper? I nodded off again. Derek woke me up what must have been a few hours later. The light in the room had changed. An enormous grin on his face. "Happy birthday, Cynthia. I got you the whole package." I finally managed to get my eyes open "And a day off, too! How exciting. Although I suppose it will make the cleaning more difficult tomorrow." Something felt off. I sat up, still in the weird paper clothes. There was a weight on my chest. My whole body ached. I looked down and this time did manage a shriek. "Great, huh?" My hands jolted to my chest. They were real, and real big. Not what the hormones had given me. These were massive, E cup silicone breasts. I tossed the clothes to the floor, leaving myself in my standard nighttime thong, revealing the rest of my new body. My curves were accentuated, and I bit my lip and hissed as I ran a finger over what must have been a liposuction scar. My hips widened. Derek held a mirror to my face and my eyes went wide. My jawline was softened. My features, accentuated in places and downplayed in others. My nose, even, had gone from strong to delicate. I didn't even recognize myself! "Told him not to worry too much about what you used to look like. I've been paying attention to features I like on women I see on the street. So you're more like that now." He puts the mirror down. "And you haven't even seen the best part yet!" He dropped his pyjama pants down. I couldn't help but stare... that wasn't rubber any more. Not quite as big as the strapon had been - this must have only been nine inches or so. "Apparently it's easier to make a transplant bigger than to construct a new one, so it really worked out. That guy is really the best in the business!" "T... transplant?" I stammered out. "That's right Cynthia" he pushed his hand between my legs and guided them apart, slipping a finger into the thong panties and sliding it into a hole there. There hadn't been a hole before. I gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth. It felt... it felt strange... but pleasurable. "Told you the cage would come off today." I stared at the empty space between my legs, Derek's finger sliding inside, slack-jawed. I caught my breath in my throat and began to sob a little, choking back tears. Derek sat down next to me, finger still inside me and sliding in and out, and held me tight with the other hand. "There, there. I know it's a big change for you. But you didn't expect me to only fuck your ass forever now did you? And besides, now you've made the full transition, and so have I. No doubt about it, this is what we wanted." I held my face in my hands. He held me another few minutes while I got it out. He then reached around and took hold of one of my breasts, almost as a comforting gesture. His hand did feel warm on there. "Besides, this is what needed to happen in order for us to go ahead with the move." If the intent was to distract me from the sudden bodily changes, he succeeded. I looked at him, shocked. "The move? What move?" He smiled and nodded "It's been so hard for me to make guy friends around here. So few of them understand the lifestyle I lead. But I found a community only about an hour away that's tailor made for traditional relationships like ours. You'll feel much better once we're living among people who know how important this is. The doctor said not to fuck you for a week, which is perfect timing to really break in our new equipment in our new house. Bigger than this one, too - the store really has been doing well!" I stared at him. A move? In a week? And he hadn't even told me about it until now, much less asked me. I couldn't speak. Who was this man? Derek was a far cry from Dierdre. Derek's bulging arms held me tight, to comfort me but also keeping me from moving. I could tell he was already tired of my crying. If I started again I would likely get a spanking. Derek was taking me far away, to a place where everyone would expect him to do to me what he was already doing. At that moment something in me flipped. A switch flipped. I was filled with a deep understanding of what it really meant to be a subservient wife to my husband. I shouldn't be thinking of my own needs, my own concerns, my own desires. He certainly wasn't. That was my purpose - to serve his needs. That's what the vows meant... didn't they? I found it a little hard to think with all the changes. I don't know where it came from exactly. Whether broken or enlightened, I simply nodded and smiled softly. "Yes, a move. Of course, Sir." He grinned ear to ear, like he'd been waiting to hear it for ages. "I love it. Don't ever call me anything else again. Now lie back on the bed, I'm going to use this new cock to jack off all over your tits." I did. He took what was once my cock in his hand and straddled my legs on the bed, standing above me. I smiled and complimented his body and new cock until he shot his first real load all over my stomach and tits. I didn't wipe it off until after I made us sandwiches. ------------- I'm not sure I would really describe the community we moved into as being about traditional relationships. They had one part down - subservient wives. But as I served Sir's poker buddies drinks in my thong panties and no top, I wasn't sure about the rest. I placed a whiskey and coke to the left of Mr. Clifton, from down the street, trying not to jostle him while his cock was ridden by Mrs. Sheffield from next door. Winning three hands in a row earns the victor a turn with the evening's entertainment, which Mr. Sheffield had graciously provided. I avoided eye contact with Mrs. Sheffield. I wasn't allowed to communicate with any of the other wives. Nor any of the other husbands for that matter. After dropping off the drink I waited patiently for the next order to come floating on the air, this one from Mr. Cook, directed to nobody in particular but clearly meant for me. Gin and tonic. I nodded and kneeled next to my husband's chair, whispering meekly in his ear that we did not have any tonic for a gin and tonic. He scribbled a note that said "TONIC" on a piece of paper and handed me a bill from his pile of winnings. I walked quickly down the street, my exposed breasts bobbing and my heels making clacking sounds. It was only a block to the corner store, where I laid the note and the bill quietly on the counter and waited for the cashier to reach behind and grab the bottle. He squeezed my left breast and chuckled before putting it down and leaving change on the counter. I giggled, showing proper appreciation for his use of my body, before taking the bottle and change back home to make the drink. It was a small community, only about thirty houses, and I could see most of them to some degree on my trip to the corner store or the grocery. From the corner store to home I saw Mr. Steiner leaving the house with his wife in a full latex suit and on a leash, heading to the Thursday night Community Leash and Collar Meetup. I'd never been, but I had overheard that it was visited by about ten couples every week, with two or three of them making the outfit permanent at home. I'd never been myself, but every once in a while I would be with Sir and pass by a woman in outfit. I'd see the smirk on his face and a little shudder would pass through my spine. I also passed the house of Mr. Cook. His wife could be seen through the window cleaning. A little creepy to be around, she'd been disallowed from speaking or making noise altogether for what I understand to be ten years. She'd been the poker entertainment the week before, where I'd seen a telltale scar letting me know that I wasn't the only ex-male in the community. I wasn't sure how many of us there were. I did feel a bit of kinship with her, although we'd never spoken, both because we wouldn't be allowed and because she couldn't speak in general. It certainly wasn't all of us. The last house before Mr. Sheffield's (and then ours) belonged to Mr. Hammond. The doctor had been able to make Sir's new equipment fertile, but not mine. Mr. Hammond, sympathizing, rented out his wife's uterus to Sir. Mr. Hammond, growing up on a farm, thought the whole thing was hilarious and compared it to dealing with livestock. The joke was good enough to have Mrs. Hammond live as livestock since she'd gotten pregnant. Tied to a stake in the yard on all fours. She was, at least, well-covered, and allowed to come in when it got cold. Have to think of the baby. I'd even been allowed to hold her hand while Sir impregnated her. The only time I've touched a woman since I've been here. Sir conveniently provided Mr. Hammond to fuck me at the same time, so I wouldn't feel left out. That reminded me, Mr. Hammond would be by in the morning to collect his monthly check for the surrogacy, as well as his monthly fuck. Not the only fuck he'll get from me in the month, of course, but the only one without Sir in the room. A restricted privilege around here. Back home I fixed and provided the drink. The game then paused a few minutes so Mr. Cook could properly punish me for taking so long. Most men preferred to spank, but Mr. Cook always preferred slapping my tits. I winced as his hand smacked them against each other. One, two, three, four, five. The night over, I cleaned up the empty glasses and swept the floors before reporting upstairs to be fucked and injected with the medicine that would make me lactate in time for the baby to arrive. I climbed into the harness, suspended from the ceiling. Yet another birthday present. Sir strapped my arms to my sides and began to swing me from the ceiling, until on one lucky swing back I found myself with his hard hot cock buried deep inside me. I squealed. I looked up at the full- length mirror placed before me, so Sir could watch his own fucking. My benefit was tangential. And as I look into his eyes in the mirror, as if I didn't already know, I am reminded of the situation of my new life. In one sense it is miserable. My life counts for nothing. I have no control, I am simply here to serve at the foot of one man, to pleasure his needs all day before succumbing to his cock at night. That's what Bruce had yelled at me. Bruce, a friend from back home, who had tracked me down. He ran up to me on the street and tried to take me away from this place, telling me I deserved more than this, I deserved my freedom, my own life. The police force in the community is only volunteers but they were on him before he got the door of his car open. But through the same lens, that is what makes me, perversely, so fulfilled. When I see Sir's eyes as he fucks me, when I see how he looks at me, I am reminded. I am not a person anyway. I am just a thing, his property. I exist as his tool, an extension of his body to more effectively get him what he wants. At this point I don't even remember his name any more. He is just Sir to me, and that's all that I need to know. As his cock rams its way inside me for what must be the ten thousandth time, and I feel the warm shock of pleasure rippling its way out of my pussy, I know: his property he did not have to leave even this, this pleasure, this knowledge of place, this servile purpose in life. That he saves for one special piece of property. That's what I always knew a wife was to be.