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Jeff's body was present with me at the dinner table, but it seemed as
though he looked right through me. Lately he had grown a little distant.
Not the distant that causes a wife to worry about her husband's
faithfulness. Instead, it was the kind that occurs when someone seems to
be searching for answers.
"What's wrong? You look like something is really bothering you."
"Ah, it's nothing. You know how I get to thinking sometimes."
"Whatcha thinking about? Maybe I can help you figure it out."
"Nah that's alright. It's dumb anyway. If I told you, you would
probably think I'm crazy."
"Surely you don't believe that. I just want to know what is going on in
that big brain of yours!"
"Okay..."
He continued to stare through the wall. I began to wonder if it would
catch on fire.
Jeff had always been a deep thinker. He was the type to look at the
stars and remark about the deep expansiveness of space. He wanted to
know not only how things worked, but why they were designed to work that
way. Life truly fascinated him.
Finally, he spoke.
"You know...sometimes I just really wonder what it is like to be a
woman."
"Well babe, you know you can ask me anything you like."
"I know. But I don't know that that would satisfy my curiosity honestly.
But thank you for trying to help."
"Well what exactly are you wondering? Childbirth? How to walk in high
heels? What it's like to get most of what you want with a small flash of
cleavage?"
"Something along those lines."
"The first one is a lot of fun and it makes going out incredibly
rewarding. Second, it is terrible. Still not sure why we still wear
that stuff. And last, I haven't had any kids, but my mom said her body
went through so much strain with our birth that her hair changed color.
So I don't want much part in that."
He continued to stare. I already knew where he would go next.
"It's hard to explain, but it just isn't enough, you know? I can sit
here and describe to you about having a penis, but I can't explain
everything little aspect about how it affects my life. I want to explore
the female body. As a female."
He sighed.
"But it's impossible. I have no desire to go through any hormone therapy
or reassignment surgery. I am secure in my masculinity, only curious
about what life is like for you."
He grabbed my hands up in his.
"But I hope to file it away in time. Only one of my phases you know?"
I smiled. He had a riddle he wanted to solve.
And I wanted to help him do it.
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FOUR MONTHS LATER
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Time had not seemed to dissuade me from my quest. I took up various
hobbies, but they only seemed to satisfy me for small amounts of time at
best. I enjoyed cerebral puzzles, and when I returned to them, I
returned to the question which had been eating at me this whole time.
I had managed to suppress my wonderings for about three consecutive days
when Kriss returned from her business trip.
But something was different.
"Do you remember the conversation we had a few months ago? About wanting
to be a woman?" She said this almost out of breath. As though she had
run all the way from the airport.
"Well hey sweetheart it's nice to see you too. I do remember that, it is
still eating at me. I thought it would be a phase that would go away
with time, but it only seems to have intensified. It just sucks because
there really isn't anything I can do about it."
"I think I might can help with that. Or I least I hope I can."
She threw her suitcase on the counter and pulled a canvas sack from the
center of it. Wide-eyed, she handed it to me.
I untied the rope sealing off the end. The sack didn't seem to have much
weight other than the weight of the material. I loosened the opening and
plunged my hand inside. I grasped the item and pulled it out.
"...really?"
I felt bad. I wanted to say something a little more profound. Even
something just a little bit nicer. But that was all I could think of.
In my hand, I held a pair of underwear. But they were quite unlike any
other pair I had ever held in my lifetime.
The undergarments in my hand were made of the flashiest gold material I
had ever laid eyes on. I think if they had been around in ancient
Greece, they might have been regarded as the very underpants of Zeus
himself. Except for one thing.
It was a thong.
"These are quite...different than what I expected when I first pulled
them out."
"What can I say? I love those glutes of yours." She said with a nervous
smile.
A suspicious smile.
"Is this some kind of a joke? Where is the camera??"
"Oh no, it is definitely no joke. I think this will help you answer your
questions."
"I think maybe I didn't come across clearly. I don't really want to
cross dress or wear breast forms or anything like that. I just wish
there was a way to completely switch. A reversible way."
"I know sweetheart. And that's where these come in. But I can promise
you, I'm not joking one bit when I tell you what they can do."
"Do? It's a thong. It's superpower is probably making me feel
ridiculous. Which it actually does quite well at this point." She
laughed at that.
"I'll have you know that I had to put in weeks of research before I found
those. And they cost more than I would like to admit when you count time
spent as well as resources. But I wanted to give you the best shot
possible."
"At what? A career as a male stripper?"
She chuckled, but then her face became more somber.
"The man who made them told me they could change a person's gender."
"Babe...I appreciate the thought, but I could tell you sticking this
pencil up your nose makes you a walrus. That doesn't mean it's true."
"Trust me I know. But this wasn't some little whim. After following
more rabbit trails than I can even remember, one of them led me to a
small hut in the hills of Tibet."
"Wait, wait, wait. When the heck did you go to Tibet?"
"My business trip in Shanghai ended four days ago. I added a few days to
it to see if I could find this place of legend. Anyway, a small, old
monk lives there all alone. When I stepped in, he was sitting in the
corner, weaving this very garment. His eyes never left the piece, and I
stood there for what seemed like hours watching him work. Best I can
figure out, he finished four hours after I had first arrived. He set
down his bamboo needles and slowly walked over to me, garment in hand.
He looked dead into my eyes and said, 'give these to the one you love.
These will help him to experience what his heart desires. His intentions
are pure, as are yours.'"
"And that was it? You believed him?"
"The legends about this guy all pointed to his authenticity. Plus, he
knew exactly why I had come. I never even said a word!"
I had to admit that was a pretty incredible coincidence. Well, she had
already gone and gotten them. What was the harm in indulging her?
"Alright, so let's pretend that these can do what he claims they can.
How are they activated? Is it temporary or permanent? Can they be used
more than once? Are they machine washable?"
"He wasn't big on details. Just kept saying it would help you achieve
'what your heart desires.' So I guess if your desire is to be a woman
forever, then it will help with that. If it is to experience it in a
reversible way, then it will be that way. And I doubt we can throw those
in the washer."
I stared at the item in my hand. They didn't seem to be anything out of
the ordinary (if gold thongs were your ordinary). The material was very
fine and felt fantastic on my fingers. So at least I would come out of
this with some comfortable undies (if thongs weren't the constant wedgies
I had always imagined them to be).
Kris broke me from my stupor.
"So? You gonna try them or not? I don't think he has much of a return
policy, and I honestly would hate for all my work to be wasted without at
least one attempt."
She said that with a smile, but I could tell she had high hopes for this.
To be honest, as relaxed as I was trying to be, I wanted to pull them on
right there. Everything I had dreamed of the last few months could
possibly be solved in one instant. But it had to be too good to be true.
"I definitely will try them, but I think we should temper our
expectations. As much as I want this to work, it is just really hard to
believe in magical underwear."
"I know what you mean. But enough with the talk. Hurry up and strip so
we can see!"
I took my shirt off first. My little paunch embarrassingly drooping out
as I removed it. Next, I unfastened my belt, then the button on my
pants. I hooked my fingers through the waistband of my underwear and
brought both down to my ankles with one fell swoop. I then pulled my
socks off just for good measure.
And there I stood. Stark naked with a gold thong in my hand. Now was
the moment of truth.
Kris quickly stepped forward and planted a kiss on my lips. It was
intimate, yet felt almost desperate. She pulled away after a few
seconds.
"That's just in case. I've never kissed a woman before so I just wanted
to make sure I got that one in for practice."
I gave her a gentle smile, and stepped through the leg holes. They slid
easily up my legs and came to rest nestled between my thighs. They fit
so comfortably I almost believed they had been made specifically for me.
The fine material felt incredible as it cupped my scrotum and rubbed
against my penis. It was an alien feeling to have the piece between my
butt cheeks, but it honestly felt quite good. I began to get a little
aroused so I reached in the front pouch and tucked my member down into
the underwear, preventing it from becoming fully engorged.
"How do I look?" I struck a few poses.
"Like a Greek god of course. How do you feel?"
"I feel great. A little ridiculous, but they are very comfortable."
"Do you...feel anything happening? Want to paint your toenails or kiss a
guy?"
I sighed. "Not at all. I guess he just makes really comfortable man
thongs. Nothing more spec-"
They suddenly began to tighten. And I don't mean just because my penis
was still trying to escape its prison. It felt as though they had
suddenly shrunken three sizes.
Kriss noticed the look on my face. "Jeff?? What's wrong? You better
not be making some stupid joke."
I tried to speak, but I couldn't find the words to describe what was
happening. I just pointed at my crotch, and continued to grunt through
my teeth.
Just when the pain had almost overwhelmed me, it began to subside. My
penis deflated, which definitely helped give some extra room. I reached
down to try to stretch out the material only to discover that I couldn't
slide my fingers between the thong and my body. It was almost as though
it had been glued to my skin.
I could feel my heart rate begin to rise. Could this be it? Could I
finally satisfy the hunger that had been growing inside of me for so
long?
My wife saw all of this happening and begin to smile just a little bit.
"I don't want to let myself get too hyped up, but I'm assuming that that
look of mild panic and shock on your face means that something is
happening!"
I then realized that I was slightly hunched over, trying to minimize how
much my manhood was being constricted. I straightened up and tried to
take in what was happening.
Suddenly, I got the sense that it was over. I don't know where that came
from, but I attempted to hook my fingers inside the waistband. And I was
successful.
I began to lower them.
"WAIT. How do you know whatever it is is through? You don't look like
you have changed much at all."
"I don't know. It's just a feeling."
"Oh. Well...do you mind if I do the honors? I did after all climb
Tibetan mountains and sleep on Tibetan floors while getting eaten by
Tibetan insects to get those here."
I smiled and laid down on the bed. Kris walked to my side and grabbed
the thong.
"No looking though. At least get them all the way off before looking."
"Only if you close your eyes as well. And no touching."
We both closed our eyes as she walked the thong all the way off of my
legs. I definitely felt vulnerable, but I couldn't tell if there was
anything different than before. I felt her hand trace up the inside of
my leg until she was dangerously close to my crotch. I opened my eyes,
and saw that she still had her eyes closed.
She opened them and made eye contact with me. Without moving her eyes, I
felt her hand move inward. I knew she should be hitting scrotum by now,
but before I could even process that, she plunged her index finger
knuckle deep into my new folds. My back instinctively arched as I
simultaneously let out a moan.
"It worked! I told you that old man knew what he was doing."
"Ah...Kri...could y...take...finge...out"
"Oh I'm sorry! I just...couldn't believe it." She removed her finger,
eliciting another moan from me.
My hand immediately flew down to my nether regions. I reached to the
front where my manhood normally resided only to be met with nothing. I
laid my hands on the mound that had formed over my pubic bone and slid
them south. My mind could not comprehend the folds my fingers felt. A
finger slipped in and the pleasurable sensations from Kriss's inspection
returned. I had never had my fingers inside of myself before, but it was
proving to be an incredible experience.
"Whoa, whoa hang on now. You are having too much fun with yourself there
little miss!"
"I can't help it...I just can't stop. This is what I've been searching
for! At least in part."
And therein was the problem. As miraculous as this transformation was,
it was only the groin. I was technically a woman, but I could not
experience some of the mysteries of womanhood that I was so curious
about.
Or so I thought.
"Holy crap I almost forgot!"
Kriss turned and left the room. I could hear her banging around in the
next room, but I soon went back to running my hands over the area that
had formerly contained my penis.
I snapped back to reality when she came running back into the room.
"He also gave me this! He made me promise not to open it until the
garment had been used so I had kind of forgotten about it. He also told
me I would know its purpose when the time for it arose. That definitely
has to be now!"
In her hands was an old wooden box. It was rectangular in shape and had
a simple latch on the front face. There were a few markings in a
language I didn't recognize on the top.
"So open it! There's no telling what is in there!"
She handed it to me. My hands felt like lead, fumbling with the latch
for what seemed like an eternity. I finally separated the two pieces of
the latch and grabbed the lid of the box. The hinges squeaked as they
opened.
Inside, the only thing I could see was a old, cracked piece of parchment.
On it, some words were scribbled.
Contained within is the means to complete your transformation. Use after
the garment has finished its work. To reverse, just use in the opposite
order. They can be used as many times as desired.
This artifact is much more powerful than the garment. If the garment
were to be lost or damaged, this could be used to facilitate all facets
of the process.
Use with caution. These two objects were created with you two in mind.
Respect them.
And that was it. I reached in and removed the paper from the box. What
I saw underneath made me catch my breath.
The entire length of the box was filled with a long, golden phallus. It
was anatomically correct down to the veins on the shaft and the scrotum
at its base. It had to be at least 7 and a half inches long and just
seemed absolutely massive.
"That's...not what I expected to be in there."
She turned and saw the wild look in my eye.
"Doesn't matter what we expected. I have to do this."
I laid down on my back, still naked from the earlier exploration. A very
male body with a very female vagina. I grabbed the dildo in one hand and
began to move its tip towards my new set of lips.
But I couldn't do it.
"Kriss it has to be you. I can't do it. I need you to penetrate me."
She could hear the desperation in my voice and didn't question. She
grabbed the piece by its shaft and positioned in directly outside my
labia. I could feel the oddly warm metal press against the outside of my
vagina.
"What are you wai-"
She eased the shaft between my lips and all thought scattered from my
mind. I could feel it's girth on every bit of my vaginal wall. She
continued to push until I thought that I could take no more. She kept
pushing until I felt the scrotum nestle up against my clitoris.
Electricity seemed to emanate from the phallus, radiating through my
body. Kris began to slowly move it in and out of me. The friction from
the motion sent waves of pleasure through every inch of me.
I began to feel the orgasm building within me. It encompassed every
single fiber of my being. My skin was riddled with goosebumps and I
became aware of the moisture accumulating within me. Moans continued to
escape from my mouth as my brain tried to process what it was feeling,
the point of no return approached quickly.
Finally, I was thrown over the edge of orgasm as the phallus rubbed
against my clit. I began to buck my hips wildly, almost screaming with
pleasure. My body began to twist and change. My firm pecs soon began to
follow the movement of my body as they began to accumulate weight. The
areolas darkened and grew as my already stiff nipples lengthened. My
pecs morphed into small cones that began to grow in both size and weight.
Soon, I could feel their weight thrashing back and forth as I continued
to thrust myself on the rod. My waist collapsed inward until it was
impossible thin. My hips flared out as my butt also gained an insane
amount of mass. My hips were lifted off the bed which only made the
penetration feel that much better. I could feel hair tickling my
shoulders. The moans and borderline screams projecting from my mouth
began to climb in pitch. It quickly reverted from grown man to
prepubescent boy to a smooth soprano. My orgasm began to slow, as did my
transformation. The rhythm of my hips began to slow as well. I arched
my back one final time, trying to wring the last ounces of pleasure out
of the experience.
Slowly, I came to my senses. My body was exhausted. I felt as though I
was glowing all over. There was an alien wetness between my legs and a
strange weight on my chest.
I sat up slowly and only then became aware of my wife. She was standing
at the foot of the bed, one hand on her mouth and the other still holding
the phallus. Her mouth was agape, but her expression was pleasant.
Satisfied.
I stood up. My new height seemed to put me about five inches shorter
than Kriss. If that held true, then that meant I was 4' 11"; a total
perspective change from my former 5' 10" stature. I turned to look at
Kriss, but when I stopped, my two new additions just kept going. The
undulated back and forth before coming to rest. I cupped them in my
hands and lifted them.
"I...I can't believe it. It changed you completely!"
That it had. In place of my brown crew cut, I know had long flowing
brown hair that stopped right around my clavicles. My face was much more
delicate, with softer skin and much more prominent lips. My shoulders
were much more narrow. My arms were much more dainty, radiating elegance
instead of masculinity. Two orbs of flesh hung gracefully from my chest.
I had no idea what size they might be, but I couldn't contain them in my
hands. My torso tapered the lower it went until my pelvis once again
pushed it out. I released my breasts and ran my hands down my flat
stomach and along the the contours of my hips and rear. I wiggled my
hips back and forth and was rewarded with a hypnotizing ripple of flesh
from my much enlarged derri?re. My silky smooth legs cradled my delicate
womanhood perfectly, a small gap appearing between them. No body hair
could be found, not even on my pubic mound.
In a word, I was the epitome of womankind.
And it was exhilarating.
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