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After eating, Dani had me lay my outfit, lingerie, and my new stockings on the bed and put the heels next to them on the floor. We then did a few routine chores, like paying the bills, running a light load of clothes, and unloading the dishwasher. We also made a bowl of slaw, using her mom's recipe, to take over to Carol's house. I felt anxious, but doing these daily activities did keep me distracted. Finally, she said we needed to get ready to go. I took a quick shower, shaved my face really close, and at her insistence prepped my asshole. I had hoped I could avoid that tonight because Dani had been particularly aggressive in bed last night and I was a little sore. But she told me I might get lucky again when we got home and she wanted me ready just in case. With my body ready, I slipped on my underwear. They were a matching set in sheer pink mesh net trimmed in lace. The panty was a tanga style that fit very tightly, leaving most of my butt cheeks exposed and the tight mesh gave a see-through look. The pushup bra was similar with pads, cut so that the lace trim at top barely covered my nipples. The garter belt was a wide pull-on style with four satin stretch garters. Dani then started my makeup. She took her time, giving me a sexy smoky look to my eyes, with thick false lashes, eyeliner, brow color, and a heavy eye shadow treatment. I thought it was a bit too much but she just smiled and said she wanted me to knock their socks off when they saw me. Of course, I had foundation, blush, and a raspberry lipstick that coordinated with my nails. With my makeup complete, we worked on my wig, curling it and once on my head adjusting it just right. Her work done on me, Dani starting getting dressed herself, while I put on my stockings, dress, and heels. I looked really hot, I had to admit. The dress fell about halfway down my thighs and was so low cut up top that I had to constantly adjust it to keep my bra from showing. The new stockings gave me a special touch, as did my polished nails. The contrast with Dani was striking, as she was dressed casually in soft linen pants in a loose style, a free flowing long sleeve top, and flat sandals. In the same vein, Dani wore only plain cotton bikini panties and wireless bra-let, both in a nude color. Whereas, it had taken me more than an hour to get fully ready, she was dressed in about 5 minutes. She used some gel to style her short hair and used no makeup other than a matte lipstick to moisturize her lips and a light touch of mascara. Dani had me wear lots of jewelry with bangle bracelets, dangling clip-on earrings, layered necklaces, and multiple rings. But she wore just her wedding band and gold stud earrings. When she told me to get my purse and to be sure to take some makeup, for touchups, I realized how stressful this was going to be. Leaving the house in our car, with Dani driving, I felt like I was someone else. We pulled into her Aunt's driveway and I could see several other cars were there. It looked like everyone else had gotten there already. I could feel my heart start to race and so did my breathing. Just as I worried I was going to hyperventilate or even pass out, Dani reached out and put her hand on my arm. She gave me a light squeeze and leaned over to kiss my check. It was just a peck, but it calmed me a little. "Just relax honey. It's just my family and knowing Aunt Carol, all of them may know already about your condition. Follow my lead, and it will be fine, okay?" "Okay, but I'm so nervous." "Well, you can take my arm as we go in to steady yourself. Carry the coleslaw and you can take it to the kitchen after we say hello." I nodded my head and picked up the slaw. Dani meanwhile went around and opened my car door since my arms were full, plus I had my purse hanging in the crook of my left arm. It took me a second to get my balance, as my ankle strap heels were so high, but luckily the sidewalk was level. Stepping up on the porch, we waited in front of the door after Dani rang the bell. I hesitantly reached for her arm, as my nerves were making me tingle. I sighed slightly in relief as Carol opened the door, as I didn't want to face someone who wasn't aware of my new appearance. "Dan, Hanna, so glad you could come. Seems like we don't see enough of you two even with you living so close by. Oh, Hanna you look gorgeous. I love what Dan's done with your look. I have to admit, that color is perfect for your skin tone and I love how that dress hugs your curves. Guess you realize now, that you shouldn't be so reluctant to face your condition." With that she winked at me, and let us in. Although my right hand was gripping Dan's arm fiercely, I still felt like I was going to fall over. We entered the living room and I could see Carol's husband Bill, Dan's cousins and their spouses. They all turned toward us, smiling to welcome us to the get-together. As they focused on us, I noticed one or two looks of surprise, but before anyone said anything, Dani led me into the room. "Hello everyone, sorry we're late. Hanna took a bit longer to get ready than I expected. We're just so happy that you invited us. I have to agree with Aunt Carol that we should do this more often. Hanna, honey why don't you take your dish into the kitchen so you can put it in the fridge. You can bring me a beer too, okay?" "Yes, Dan I will." She pulled her arm away to let me go, and slightly guided me toward the kitchen. Carol started that way with me, but I felt I was on display as the others in the room were still looking my way. I couldn't help but feel the flush of embarrassment, as I considered what they must be thinking. Dani had obviously used my feminine name, twice in fact, so I had no choice but to acknowledge my surprising change. Plus she had quickly put me in the wife's role, sending me to the kitchen to get her a beer, which inside made me cringe as I recognized it as something I almost always did when we used to go to similar parties. The other fact that struck me was how casual everyone else was dressed. Carol, Cindy, and Annette were either wearing shorts or capris with comfortable tops. None of them had heels let along stockings. I looked more like I was going out to a nice restaurant or dancing than for a simple family barbeque. Then, it struck me. This was how Dani always looked at whatever event we went to. I had always like that because it seemed she was dressing for me and to make the other guys notice her. Now she had put me in that role. After we entered the kitchen, Carol opened the door to the refrigerator for me and I put in the dish. I saw the bottom shelf had an array of beers and reached down to get one for Dani. "Grab a couple more if you don't mind, Hanna. The other guys wanted another beer too." I recognized Cindy's voice. It seemed to have a bit of sarcasm when she said my name as well as the veiled reference to Dani being one of the 'guys'. But I just picked up four beers, before straightening up and turning around. Standing there with Cindy was Annette. They were both near my age, Annette being a year or two older, while Cindy was younger. I always thought they were pretty when we socialized with them before, and I enjoyed flirting a bit with them as they seemed to encourage that kind of mild sexual tension. Now, I felt like a young deer surrounded by a pack of wolves. I assumed they thought I looked ridiculous, despite how Dani had tried to dissuade my fears. As I turned to take the drinks out to the men in the living room, I tried to smile at them to show I was not embarrassed. The two women moved aside slightly, to let me pass and Annette spoke up. "Aunt Carol, why don't you open that bottle of Chardonnay? I'll get some glasses and we can chat when Hanna gets back. I'm dying to hear more about what's new with her and Dan." "Sure, we can sit at the kitchen table. The guys will probably just be talking about last night's finals game." My face now was really flushed and I couldn't decide which was worse, seeing the men again or going back to talk with the women. I swallowed and tried to steady myself as I went into the living room. All the guys looked up at me and I again, just smiled so I wouldn't look scared. Dani took the first bottle and thanked me. As I handed each man a bottle, they did likewise, but I could also see them look me over. Tom in particular couldn't seem to take his eyes off my chest, which made me realize I had bent forward toward him to give him his beer. I must have really flashed my boobs at him. Glancing down I could see the lace trim of my bra peeking out above my neckline. I knew how that looked to a guy and I remembered how hot I thought it was when someone woman flashed me like that. Now I knew it was just accidental, but before I always saw it as some sort of signal. Not wanting to encourage him any further, I turned away and readjusted my top as I quickly walked back to the kitchen. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt like every man had his eyes on my ass, as I walked away from them. Just as I re-entered the kitchen, I heard Bob ask if anyone had seen the game last night. It stung me, as Carol was right and I realized I hadn't seen any recent sports on TV once Dani became concerned about my condition. I had spent almost every night doing wifely chores, practicing my makeup skills, or having sex with her, which in the past would have been something I bragged to the guys about. Now it seemed to cast me more as her plaything rather than vice versa. I saw the women had already seated themselves at the table and a wine glass sat in front of the one open chair. I moved to sit down, but Cindy spoke up before I could. "Hanna, I love the dress. It looks so perfect on you, I guess because it fits your body so well. But I have to ask, are you wearing stockings or pantyhose? I knew Dani used to prefer stockings, but now that she's given them up, I wondered whether you had followed her lead." "Helen, I say she's using stockings. When Dani brought Hank to my shop the first time it was just to get him fitted for a bra, you know because of his condition. But later, they came back and we picked out an array of lingerie, you know slips, panties, but also including garter belts and shapewear with garters. Dan told me Hanna wanted to experience it all, so we bought her some pretty sets. I recognize the lace on your bra sweetie, are you wearing the matching items too?" I blushed, and quickly looked down to see the lace on my bra had worked its way up again. I fidgeted with it nervously, as I looked to answer them. "Yes, yes I am. Dan likes this one and told me it looks good on me. Trouble is this dress is so low-cut that I can't seem to keep the bra hidden. But Dan told me I looked fine, so I agreed to wear it. I just feel I'm really overdressed. Maybe I should have just worn some shorts and a cute top, like the rest of you. I think Dan just likes me to look nice, but this is all so new to me, I feel uncomfortable. I still feel this is not right somehow." I saw the women glance at each other, as I responded. I knew they were surprised at my voice, as I had used my actual tone without consciously making it sound deeper. I had practiced using the lowest register of my voice for almost my entire adult life, beginning right after puberty. It had taken a lot of effort to train myself to speak that way and I was able to sound gruff. I thought it made me more masculine. Since Dani had put me in a bra, I had abandoned that pretense. Surprisingly, it had been easier than I expected to revert to the high, lilting tone that was natural for my voice. The way I sounded now was appropriate for the way Dani dressed me, so although it was a bit embarrassing in front of the women, I knew it was just the way I really was. Just like my breast condition. As I finished speaking, they all smiled at me, but were kind enough not to openly acknowledge the change in my voice. "Oh honey, don't feel like that. You know we talked about it when you came for your bra fitting. Besides, I'd say you must look pretty good to Dan for sure. She tells me you two have practically lived in your bed since you got your new lingerie. Is that true?" I almost choked on my wine, and had to compose myself a second. In fact, I had to take another quick sip. I couldn't believe Dani had talked to her Aunt about us. Plus, I wasn't sure what all she might have told her. I decided to just keep it as vanilla as possible. I mean, in some ways I was proud of how well I was pleasing Dani, but it would be embarrassing if Carol knew I only came once a week, So I squeaked out a plain response. "Well, yes I guess so. I hadn't really thought about it. Dani, err I mean Dan and I always did okay in bed before. But she does seem to be a bit more interested now. I'm just surprised she mentioned it." All the women laughed, and looked at each other in a conspirator's way. Annette, placed her hand on my forearm as if to reassure me. "Hanna, that's one thing you'll find different now. Women tend to share stuff more than men. We don't brag about things, but we love to talk and share feelings. I do admit I am a bit jealous. From what Dan has told Carol, you seem to be so focused on making sure she is satisfied that you hardly care about your own orgasms. If there is any sign that you are getting comfortable with your new look and role, adjusting to your condition, then that is it. Women have always put themselves last, especially in sex, so hearing how you've taken so whole heartedly to this, makes it clear that this is more than just looks. So tell me, does Dan like you to wear your stockings to bed? I need to find something new to spark some fires in Tom. Sometimes he falls asleep before we can do anything." All the women laughed, but this time I felt included. We continued to talk and they all just acted as if I had always dressed this way and in effect was a real woman. The rest of the dinner went well, although I felt awkward when I caught any of the other guys looking at me or when we had one-on-one conversations. It was if they looked at me for some sign I was being forced to do this or I had gone crazy. But then again, I caught every one of them, including Uncle Bob checking out my boobs at least once. Not that I could blame them, I had to constantly adjust my top to keep the lace of bra hidden and more than once I had to tug a stocking up to reattach a garter. I tried to be subtle about it, and had even gone out to the kitchen once to fix them. That turned out to be the worst occasion I had just unhooked the garter, was running my hands up my leg, which was pointed out in front of me to pull up the nylon material. My skirt was bunched up around my thigh and I was leaning over. Tom came in and caught me like this. I had just begun to attach the garter to the stocking welt, so I couldn't really stop. He just stood there, brazenly in front of me, and stared. I felt my chest flame red, as I knew the way I was standing my boobs had to be practically falling out of my bra. Plus I wasn't sure whether my dress was up far enough that he could see my panty or not. But not knowing what else to do, I just finished. Once I was sure it was attached snugly, I smoothed my dress back down over my legs and stood up straight, absent mindedly adjusting my bra so it was back under my top as I did. He had a big grin on his face, a sort of I'm sorry but not sorry I saw that. He made no offer to apologize for his intrusion, almost acting as if my condition allowed him to leer at me as he wished. I'm sure my blushing gave him confidence that he was in control. I could also see a bulge in his shorts, where his dick was getting hard. He cleared his throat, but I could see his eyes were more focused on my chest than my face. "Um, Annette asked me to freshen up her wine. I didn't know you were in here. That dress is pretty by the way. You seem to have really gone all out to look nice tonight. I especially like how your underwear matches and coordinates with your dress. Say, do you think you could pour her a little more wine for me?" I couldn't really say anything so I nodded and took her glass. I could see it was half full, so I assumed Annette I seen me go in here and had sent Tom hoping he would get a show. I poured a little more in the glass and then got a crazy idea. I was beginning to resent feeling ashamed of how I looked, feeling less than the men somehow now. Maybe I should turn the tables a bit. After I handed him the glass, I turned so my back was toward him. I pulled my skirt up a little, just so the tops of my stockings and the garters were exposed. I stood up on my toes so my legs would look longer. Tom instinctively looked me over. I spoke using the softer, higher range in my voice. "Tom, are my stocking seams straight? It's so hard to tell without a mirror. I'm just getting used to wearing stockings, but Dan wanted me to wear this style. You can't really tell when you hook them up to your garter belt, if they are straight. Do they look okay?" As I spoke I pulled my dress up a tad further. I knew I was exposing my panties to him for sure now. I felt goosebumps form on the exposed cheeks of my ass that were below the small panties. I could also see Tom looking at me, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it did make me feel better somehow, like I was taking control of a potentially embarrassing situation. To heighten it further, I bent over which thrust my ass at him. As I did so I pulled my skirt even higher. Now my whole ass was exposed, only partially covered by the sheer mesh of my panty and framed by the two garter straps pulled taut by the way I had positioned myself. I felt a rush of excitement, as I saw his cock enlarge further in his shorts. "What do you think Tom, does it look fine to you?" He swallowed, and nodded his head, briefly breaking his gaze on my ass to make eye contact. I actually saw him blush a bit, as he realized his hard cock was starting to tent his shorts. He glanced down quickly and tried to shift his stance. But I wanted to keep the pressure on him "So these panties don't make my ass look too big?" The way I said it, clearly implied that I wanted an answer, so he softly said no. Once he spoke, I quickly dropped my skirt and smoothed it over my ass by running my hands down until I pulled on the hem. I pivoted on the ball of my feet until I faced him. His eyes were drawn hopelessly to my cleavage. But he was still trying somehow to hide his erection. I decided to not let him off the hook, but glanced down at it. "Well I guess my butt does look okay. I can see why Annette was hoping you'd not get too tired before you two got home. I'd get you another beer, but it might be best if you didn't get drunk. From the way she talked earlier, you could get really lucky tonight. Plus, I wouldn't want her to be deprived of that. Here let me help you before we join the rest." I brazenly reached out, and grabbed his shaft through his shorts. I could hear him inhale as my fingers tightened on his cock. It took just a second to move it in line with his fly so that the thicker material helped keep it from poking out. I would have never imagined doing anything like this before, but now I felt empowered. After being leered at all night, it felt good to make one of the guys uncomfortable. The rest of the evening went quickly, as I was more relaxed now. Finally Dani told me to go the kitchen to get the rest of the slaw, as we needed to go. I demurely answered her yes dear and did as she wanted. We said our goodbyes and left. Right after we got home, she drug me to bed. I had to plead to let me take off my new stockings. I wasn't about to get them all torn up after just one wearing. By the time we fell asleep, Dani had three orgasms and I had come twice; my butt hole was burning again. The next few weeks I began to get a little more comfortable with my new image. I was becoming used to wearing a bra full time, even at work, and at home I no longer felt ashamed of being in a dress wearing stockings, heels and makeup. I still kept myself hidden from neighbors and others that knew me, but I wasn't as panicked when a delivery man or some other stranger saw me. The hardest adjustment was bouncing between my old gruff voice at work and my sing-song tone at home. I had inadvertently used my more feminine voice at work once or twice, and had to clear my throat as if I was choked up. I also was becoming more accustomed to doing the wife's role in our marriage. It had been hard to accept that I was going to have to follow Dani's lead from now on, but I saw how committed she was to flipping our roles so to speak, so I complied. She had trained me to accept that if she made a decision then that was it, I was to agree. Turns out she was a big believer in a wife obeying her husband, now that we had switched roles. Earlier on, when I disagreed with one of her choices, I tried to argue about it. She listened patiently and then said, no, that she was right and that I should do as she told me to. I got mad and told her, that I had never expected her to just obey me. She merely smiled, and told me maybe that's one reason that I was no longer the head of our household. That I lacked the confidence to be the alpha in our relationship. She punctuated her control by reaching under my skirt, pulling aside my panty so she could turn on the vibrator buried in my ass. Dani then calmly undid her jeans, slipping them off her legs along with her white cotton brief, and sat back on the couch, her legs spread open. Without any pretense, she pointed to the floor. I knew what that meant and obediently knelt between her legs to begin to lick, kiss, and suck on her pussy. The calm display of power that she now possessed, made it clear to me that she was indeed in charge and I was to obey from now on. It embarrassed me to admit it to myself, but honestly I could not deny it, given how I was dressed and the constant hum of her vibrator inside me made me feel. Inwardly, I cringed at that knowledge, and secretly schemed as to how I might break out of this pattern. That open announcement of how our marriage was going to be continued. Dani made a point of emphasizing how she was now in charge. The change in her attitude and behavior was striking, but I felt it was easier to go along with her new personality, at least for now. I had to admit she was not the woman I married, but then again, maybe I wasn't the man she thought I was either. Something about being constantly in bra, panties, heels, and stockings had shifted the power dynamic for sure in our marriage. The final straw happened one night after I had failed to do some errand she had reminded me to do. I could see her nostrils flare in anger and her eyes starred at me as if shooting daggers. But Dani remained calm otherwise, as she took me by the hand and pulled me after her. I was focused on not stumbling in my heels, apologizing as she dragged me into the living room. I put up no resistance as she pulled me over the arm of our couch. I was sprawled out with my thighs on the arm, the rest of my body flat on the couch, and my heels barely touching the floor. Dani moved me so quickly, that my head was spinning and I was unsure what was happening for a moment. It became clear very quickly. She flipped up my skirt, pulled my panties down so they were bunched around my knees, leaving my bare ass framed by my garter straps and the tops of my stockings. She put her left hand in the small of my back and applied a steady downward pressure; more in a sort of don't you dare try to move method than trying to actually pin me down. With no delay, she began to spank me with her right hand, alternating between each cheek. As she spanked me I felt the pain, but it was as much the embarrassment of being treated this way. Afterwards I had to admit that the force wasn't that hard, but it was more the symbolic nature of the act. When she had given me about a twenty swats, she stopped and my cheeks were flaming, both my ass and my face. I almost started to cry because this was the second time she had spanked me. Before she would have never dared to treat me like this. In fact, I had not been treated this way since I was a small child. Because she had now spanked me twice, I realized she obviously felt that it was acceptable and I would need to accept it. So I stayed in place, knowing better than to try to make a scene. As I lay there she reached between my legs and lightly fondled me. "Hanna you need to be more focused on doing what I tell you to do. Perhaps I've been too concerned about your new found sensitivity and adjusting to your condition. But from now on, you will just have to learn that our lives have changed and to not forget who was in charge." By now, despite my trying not to, I began to softly sob, and a tear or two rolled down my cheek. I just wanted this to be over, so I nodded my head indicating I agreed with her. But Dani was going to make a point, so she moved her left hand to lift up my chin, so I had to look her in the eyes. She also loosely grabbed my sack, rolling my testicles around gently in her hand. "Hanna, what are these?' "My balls." Moving her hand forward she put her hand around my penis. "What's this then?" "My cock." Moving her hand a bit further, she probed my anus. "And what is this?" "My asshole." Surprisingly, she then swatted my butt a couple more times, while she continued to hold my head up and look at me. "Men have balls and a cock. A husband has balls and a cock. But yours can't really be called that any longer. For one thing, balls would be bigger and more importantly they would give their owner a sense of courage and strength. Similarly, a cock is a weapon almost for a man, something that when he holds it, he wields even more power. You lack those characteristics, both physically and behaviorally. I think you know that already. Ever since you admitted you have boobs like a girl, you've kept your privates pulled back between your legs, letting your panty hold them tight and out of sight. Rather than showing off a bulge, you've preferred a small mound, like a young girl's pussy. In fact, your small little cock and almond-size balls are more like a clit and labia, sort of like the vulva of a woman. I guess that helps explain why you like using your asshole like a vagina. Why most of our fucking involves something going into you rather than into me. So not only do you have boobs like a woman, you basically have a pussy too. I've come to understand that and realize that you really are the wife in our relationship. I am more than willing to take over the lead of our relationship, but you must accept that you are my wife now. Therefore you need to do as you're told at all times. I want you to remember that from now on, and understand that if I tell you to do something, then you will do it. Otherwise, I may have to repeat this reminder again, even if it occurs in public or around my family. Now do you have anything to say for yourself?" By now, I was sobbing completely. I had been on an emotional roller coaster. I had learned to accept the changes Dani wanted for me, but always keeping the idea that I could back to being Hank in the back of my mind. Now she hits me with this. She had never complained about me not being man enough before, but she was making it pretty clear that she had problems now. Whatever confidence I had before was gone. I wanted to tell her it wasn't fair. That my condition leading to having feminine breasts didn't mean I wasn't a man. But I couldn't. She was still playing with my pussy and stroking my clit, and it was responding. So I couldn't even make the argument that I disagreed with her, as I was reacting sexually to her treatment. I had already felt diminished by allowing her to spank me like a 5-year old, but the way she was manhandling me and describing my genitals like a girl's made me cringe. Her attitude about my total lack of masculinity was the thing I had most feared when she made me admit I had woman's breasts. Dan's demands and threats removed the last ounces of male pride I had left. Feeling so defeated, I didn't think I could speak, so I shook my head no. "I didn't hear you. Do you agree that you really have a pussy to go with your tits or not?" I knew she wanted to hear it, so I admitted that I did have a pussy. I sounded like a scared school girl, my voice high and timid. Hoping to end this, I told her I was sorry and would do anything to make it up to her. Smiling, she reached down and pulled my panties back up. "That's a good girl. I knew you'd understand that a wife's role is to please and obey her husband. Since you agree that you don't really have the balls to be the husband, I will step up and fill that role. But I want you to help me complete our transition. I need a real set of balls and a cock, so I can properly fuck that sweet pussy you're so proud of. I want you to go to the adult shop, out by the interstate, where I bought your other toys. You will pick out a nice strap on for me. I want you to pick out something that a woman would love to have up her pussy. Something with big balls and a full cock. Your current dildo is more like you, something that will do, but won't thrill. So I want you to look at all the choices and buy me something to represent the type of man our family needs. To be sure you accept this new life, wear something cute when you go. One of your short skirts or maybe that romper that fits you so tightly. It will be better if you're standing in heels and stockings when you get the new cock for us. It will be the proper way to acknowledge our changes." This time I knew to answer her. My first instinct was to argue, to refuse. Why would I buy something like that if I wanted to be treated as a man again? Despite following her lead for several months, I didn't want to stay this way. Even worse, to go somewhere like a sleazy sex shop to buy an artificial cock and balls would be horrible. But I still lay across the couch arm, in the position that I allowed her to spank me. I had just admitted my genitals fit the profile of a woman more than a man. So I swallowed my pride and answered. "Yes dear, I'll pick it up tomorrow if that's okay. I'll call in to work, and take the day off so I can do as you want right away." "That's better. If you continue that attitude, I suspect you'll get far fewer spankings. Tell you what, why don't you go upstairs and put on some of those pretty 'bedroom stockings' you bought to wear for me? I'm in the mood for a fun and I'm sure you can wait to show me how much you want me." Early the next morning, I called work and told them I wouldn't be in today. I checked the shop to see when it opened, as I wanted to get there early assuming there would be fewer customers. Turns out they would open in an hour or so. That gave me time to get ready. I decided the romper would be good. It was a sleeveless black crochet, with very short legs, a belted waist and a deep V-neckline. I dressed in my back lace thong and pushup bra. Of course, I tucked myself so as to limit any indication of masculinity. The romper wasn't designed for stockings, so I used some black sheer to the waist pantyhose and a pair of gladiator strap heels. Wearing my wig, makeup done, and a few pieces of jewelry, I got my purse and headed out to the shop. This was the first time I had driven anywhere alone in the day dressed fully as Hanna. My nerves were a wreck, and I had to really concentrate to not get into an accident. Just accelerating and braking with my heels was totally different than usual. Finally, I made it to the shop and thankfully there was only one car in the parking lot. I steeled my nerves, trying to convince myself that I could do this. Once I entered the place though my anxiety returned. The one customer was in the back, apparently watching videos or some sort of peep show. The clerk was an older guy, with slicked back hair and stared at me in a creepy way. I imagined they didn't have many women shopping here, especially one in heels and stockings. It took me a few minutes to find the shelf with the dildos, including strap-on types. Looking at them, I could feel my face flush. I told myself, that people bought stuff like this every day, but it seemed like I was admitting my failures as a man to buy something like this. I quickly saw a dildo that looked like the one Dani had bought. There was a strap-on about the same size, but I knew she expected something bigger. The problem was the next bigger size was missing in the nude flesh color but available in black. To get a color close to Dani's flesh tone, I would need to go even bigger. The shaft looked like it was easily 9 inches, very thick with big balls. I could tell she'd like it, because the balls were in a realistic rubber sack that swung when moved. I could just imagine her banging my ass with it. But could I handle something that big? If I went with the size just above our dildo, it would be about 7 ? inches, similar in diameter but with standard hard rubber balls. Plus there was something about it being in black. I was worried I would send some kind of strange message to Dani. Finally, I decided the bigger choice was what she would want and picked one out. Taking it to the counter, I could feel beads of sweat pop out on my face and my hands were shaking. I had enough cash to pay for it, so I put it down for the clerk. Grinning, he picked it up and told me I had made a good choice. He never heard anyone complain about this model, after they adjusted to being stretched so much. Of course, my partner would love it too he said, as the friction nubs on the back of the shaft would work her pussy over while she pounded mine. He laughed as he said that. As he rang it up, he asked if I needed lube, leering at me as he spoke. I was so nervous, I just squeaked out a no, which prompted another chuckle from him. Finally he put it in a bag, I paid for it and left. The relief I felt driving home was immense, I was just so glad to have this over. My anxiety didn't return until I pulled into our neighborhood, where people were out and about because it was almost lunch. I hurried into the garage and didn't leave my car until the door shut. The relief I felt when I entered the house was short-lived. Dani met me in the living room, with a wry smile on her face. She approached me and ran her hand up my leg. Her touch through my hose gave me goosebumps, and she leaned in for a kiss. Glancing down at the bag I was holding she smirked even more. "Hanna you look so cute in that romper. I love how it shows off your long legs. I bet you got some lusty looks at the shop. I see you found something, want to show me what you bought?" I nodded my head and held the bag open for her. She reached in and as she took it out, her smirk turned into to a wide grin. "Oh my word, Hanna, what a beautiful cock. I love it. I never imagined you would want such a big one. I guess I underestimated how much you loved being fucked in your pussy. I hope you aren't too tight for this. I see it has matching balls too. I like that touch, especially the way they swing free. Well this certainly cements our new roles. I held out a faint hope you might balk at this step. That you might say you had the only cock and balls we needed for our marriage. But given how big you've gone for me, I see you've accepted my analysis that you really are more girl than boy. Not that I'm too disappointed. I mean I can hardly wait to sink this into you, to hear you squeal and moan for me, to know that you need to be filled so much and that now I can do that for you. But I also want to see you suck it too. I'll be interested to know how much you can swallow. I have a feeling you will be a real slut for my big cock, once I start giving it to you. But you'll have to wait for tonight. I can't have you taking a whole day off work just to play. I made a short list of errands I need you to do for me. No point in wasting time, since you're so dolled up. Once you've done the chores, then we can have a light dinner before you begin to learn how to service our new love-maker." I almost choked when she said that she thought I might not buy her the strap-on. My fears of not following her orders had overridden my distaste for buying her the toy. I felt inside that by giving her this cock, it was the same as cutting mine off. Now I knew she had seen it the same way. Maybe I could still convince her to let me be the man again. I had to stop this, especially since she was indicating I would be going out again, dressed fully as Hanna. "Dani, I feel the same way you do. I think my cock is all we need. We don't need this thing, we can still make love like we did before. I know I have a more feminine shape than most men, but that doesn't mean we need to abandon a normal life, does it? Please reconsider this step, as I love you and want us to be happy forever." "Hanna, that is so sweet of you. I know you've got to be torn about all these changes. But we can't go back to our old life now. It's too late for that. Besides, I think your true feelings are shown in this lovely cock. You've must have felt all along that you really weren't man enough to carry our relationship. Now we have something substantial that can take us to a new level. Besides, look at yourself. No man would be dressed like that if they didn't secretly desire to be a woman. And no one can look at you, without seeing a woman. So, we will just continue on our new journey. Accept it. Hank is gone forever and Hanna is here to stay. Tell you what, give me a kiss and then you can make us some lunch. You will have plenty of time to do your errands this afternoon." She leaned in to kiss me, sliding her free hand up the leg of my romper to squeeze my ass. My turmoil over how sure Dani was that this was a permanent change, gave way to her forceful kiss. Her tongue probing my mouth reminded me how she was now the one in charge. I had lost that position of power, almost from the day I wore my first bra. Now I would just have to follow her lead as I had no other choice other than to just walk away from her. That wasn't something I could bring myself to do, not yet. After our exchanges of kisses, I made sandwiches for us. We ate in the kitchen, and talked like any other couple. I looked over her list of errands. Thankfully, most would involve only limited interactions with other people. Dani needed me to pick up some dry cleaning, drop off a few letters, and pick up a prescription at the pharmacy. All of this could be done by using the drive-through at each location. But there were two errands that would involve me going into a store. First she wanted me to buy some wine and two pairs of pants that were being hemmed were ready to be picked up. Given that my chores would be in the middle of the day, it represented a major milestone in my journey as Hanna. I took a few minutes to get ready before I left. Touching up my makeup, polishing my fingernails, and adjusting my wig a little made me feel a little more comfortable in my appearance. I also went to the bathroom, which since I was wearing a romper with pantyhose, was almost like getting dressed all over again. I decided to tackle the worst chores first and headed straight to the package store. I knew Dani's favorite brands and types of wine, but I was expecting it to take more than a few minutes of browsing to find several bottles. Of course the one time I wanted to be left alone, as soon as I entered one of the young clerk's came over and offered to help. I had noticed him staring at me as I entered the store and his eyes hadn't left me as I went to look at the shelves. My pulse raced as I imagined he had figured out I was really a man dressed like a woman. But when he asked if I needed any help, he referred to me as 'Miss', and he gave me a friendly smile. I answered him softly, glad for once my voice sounded as feminine as I hoped I looked, and I mentioned what I was looking for. He immediately took me to the racks holding the wines I wanted. I thanked him and started to look, but he remained by my side, chatting about the wines, telling me about each one. When I picked out a bottle, he offered to hold it for me while I continued to shop. It went that way the whole time, he standing by me but I also could see him looking at my cleavage or my legs. Finally when I had all the bottles, he rang up my purchases. As I was about to leave, he put his hand on mine and looked me in the eyes, as he told me it was a pleasure to help such a beautiful woman. His reaction made completing the rest of the errands much easier, although I was thrilled when I pulled the car back in the garage, having survived another test as Hanna. I spent the rest of the day doing chores around the house and being with Dani. I could tell she was sexually excited about the prospect of using her new 'cock and balls'. She constantly teased me all day about the new adventure we were about to begin and how we would be forever changed. She also could hardly keep her hands off me and came up behind me multiple times to fondle my breasts and kiss my neck and ears while she whispered erotic ideas to me. Finally after we ate dinner, she sent me off to prepare myself. Dani wanted me in sexy lingerie, hose and heels. I was to reapply my makeup and be sure I was clean and lubed for her. I did exactly as she asked, being sure my asshole was filled to the brim with lube; I expected I would need as much help as possible to take in her new cock. When I rejoined her I was wearing only a sheer bra, thong, and waist cincher with stockings, and a pair of my highest heels. We had a few drinks and made out on the couch, until she was ready. Dani told me to give her about 15 minutes and then join her in the bedroom. The interval waiting to go upstairs seemed like forever, and I was super anxious about what might happen. Finally I made my way upstairs, bringing a couple of drinks. Stepping in the room I about lost it. Dani was standing at the foot of the bed, with her feet spread and arms resting on her hips. She was wearing a long sleeve dress shirt which covered her breasts. Her hair was slicked back and she wore no makeup. Below she was naked except for the strap-on. She had the straps cinched tight, so it jutted out toward me while the ball sack slowly swung back and forth between her spread legs. Her face was beaming, a wide grin and her sparkling eyes showing how excited she was. I couldn't, or didn't want to, believe how realistic she looked. Threatening too. I mean, her cock was so huge, it frightened me a bit. I slowly approached her. "Come on in baby, I'm ready for you. Why don't you give me those drinks? I think the best place for you right now is on your knees. It's time you meet your new friend. I want you to show me how much you want me to please you, okay? If you're a good girl, you might get a real treat." I did as she asked, taking a quick sip of my drink before putting it on the nightstand and giving the other one to her. Sinking to my knees in front of her, I knew what she wanted to see. I decided to just go for it. I mean it wasn't like it was a real cock anyway. I ran my tongue over my lips, again I wanted to increase my lubrication. I heard Dani chuckle, and realized how it must have looked like I was hungry to taste her new toy. Opening wide, I put the head of the dildo in my mouth. I was immediately overwhelmed by its' size, as it seemed to fill my entire mouth. I sucked on it, and tried to take more in. I was able to swallow only a couple of inches, sliding down the shaft, before I started to gag. It struck me that giving a blowjob was more difficult than it looked. I always assumed it was easy to do, but at least with a cock this big, it was a lot to handle. Given that I was limited in how much I could get in my mouth, I began alternating licking the outside of the shaft, with engulfing the head, only occasionally trying to slide further down it. I had just made another attempt to take in more than the 3 or 4 inches, and once again gagged, when I heard another chuckle from Dani. "Looks like you have a lot to learn about sucking a cock, little girl. But don't worry, I'll give you lots of opportunities to practice sucking me. But for now, I want to let you feel the power of a real man-size cock. You need to know how great a pussy feels when a man fills it up. Crawl up on the end of the bed and lay back for me." I was relieved to have the jaw-stretching play over with, but also worried about how this monster sized dildo would fit inside me. If I could barely take it into my mouth, how would it fit in my tight asshole? I just hoped all the previous anal play had loosened it up some. I quickly licked about half of the shaft of the dildo, leaving as much saliva as I could to increase lubrication, before I got off my knees. Dani helped me up and positioned me on the bed. I was on my back, with my ass at the edge of the bed. She had me pull my knees back toward my chest, spread widely. That put my asshole wide open for her to place the head of her cock where she could begin to fuck me. As she slowly pushed in, I could feel the bulbous head stretch me open. Luckily all the lube I used was making it a little easier. But it still seemed like she was ripping me apart, I gasped as the head made it past my sphincter muscles. The shaft was still stretching me, almost like I was being torn in half. As she continued to press forward, I gasped again. "Dan, you're too big. I don't think I can take anymore. Maybe we need to get a smaller size. Can we go back to your old dildo?" Dani placed her hands on my stocking covered knees, pushing them apart just a little. She did stop pushing forward, momentarily. She looked at me intently and I could see how she was relishing being in such a dominant position. "Oh come baby, you can do it. Your just need to get used to being fucked by such a big cock. I'll go slow for you, and give you some time to adjust. But I am going to fuck you today and you are going to take all that I want to give you, okay? Just focus on pleasing me pretty Hanna." As she spoke, Dani pulled back a bit so that my asshole slid down her shaft. She began to slowly move in and then out, only going a few inches at a time. My asshole was burning and I was afraid to look at her shaft, as I was sure it would be covered in blood. But after a few minutes, the area began to become numb or at least didn't feel like it was on fire. She had set up a regular rhythm, in and out, in and out, gradually going a bit farther into me with each stroke. I could also see her reacting. The pressure of the nubs on the backside of her strap-on were rubbing against her clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. Also the sensation of control, of her being the fucker instead of the fuckee, gave her mental stimulation way beyond hand fucking me with her dildo. I could tell she was getting off on this experience. The constant pressure on my asshole and the feeling of the big shaft sliding in and out, was surprisingly beginning to affect me sexually too. My cock didn't get hard, but I was seeping pre-cum almost constantly, soaking the front of my thong that held me in place. Dani noticed my reaction and began to increase her pace and depth of penetration. By now I had looked at the shaft and could tell there wasn't any blood meaning all the stretching sensations were not caused by actual ripping of my ass, no matter how stretched out I felt. Dani also began to talk to me, alternating between calling me her little angel, her sweet sex toy, to calling me her slut, her hot cock hungry cunt who'd do anything for her big cock. She had never used sex talk when we had fucked before, and I had to admit it immersed me in the sexual moment way beyond what I usually felt. Somehow, being on the receiving end of a dildo directly attached to her, made it seem all the more real than our previous ass play. Dani finally set up a pace that was pushing her over the edge and with one final flurry, she came. Pushing her cock all the way inside me, she screamed and went stiff, just as her fake balls bounced against my ass cheeks. I had been ramped too, my excitement peaking when hers did. I didn't come like I used to, but I did squirt a few times, so that my thong was full of sticky cum. Taking a minute to recover, she slowly pulled out, her cock leaving my asshole with a noticeable and wet-sounding pop. Once free, she undid the straps and began to crawl over me. She told me to suck her and began to rub her pussy over my face. I had never seen her this wet, or excited. Dani rapidly came twice, both times planting her pussy tightly against my face as her orgasm washed over her. I was glad she moved to my face, as I didn't want her to see that I too had cum. My panties were soaked from the soft ejaculation. An ejaculation that occurred as she pounded my ass and one that occurred amazingly without an erection. I was baffled by my reaction to her fucking me. All I could think of was how I had reacted as if I truly had a pussy. These thoughts were fleeting however, as we were both physically and emotionally spent, and we both feel asleep, snuggled close. Getting up a few hours later, we took a quick shower before going to bed for good. My ass still throbbed, but somehow the feelings pleased me far more than how my ass felt after Dani had used her other dildo. Somehow, having the big shaft attached to her made it okay.