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Half a Loaf
By Olivia Evans
"Mike, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Pamela asked
her husband of two years. She had been in the process of pulling on her
panties and had suddenly felt her husband's eyes on her. The look hadn't
been the normal one she received when Mike admired her figure.
Mike glanced away, obviously embarrassed. "No reason," he shook his head.
He started toward the door.
"Wait!" Pamela commanded. "There was a reason for that strange look, now
tell me what it was," she softened her tone a little. "Please, Mike, what
was it?"
"Your panties," Mike mumbled, growing red in the face.
Pamela involuntary looked down at the bright pink nylon panty briefs she
had put on. They looked alright to her, then what was bothering Mike? She
sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the area beside her. "Mike,
please sit down. We need to talk."
Mike nodded and sat down. Other than the two words he had just spoken, he
hadn't said a thing.
"Mike, please tell me, what is it about my panties that's gotten you so
upset?" Mike remained silent and turned his head away. Just before he
did, Pamela thought she caught sight of tears forming in his eyes. "Mike,
honey, you're beginning to scare me. Please tell me what's bothering
you."
Mike turn back to face his wife. There _were_ tears in his eyes! The
confirmation of the tears caused Pamela's fears to increase. "Mike, I'm
your wife. I love you very much and you can trust me. I won't get mad or
upset if you would just please tell me what's bothering you."
Mike looked into his wife's eyes and saw nothing but compassion and love.
Pamela waited while he made up his mind to tell her.
"Pam, I love you, you know that, don't you?" Mike said slowly.
Pamela stiffened and leaned back slightly. Conversations that started
like this usually ended up with a "but, I want a divorce!" Well, no
matter what, she would not give him the satisfaction of granting it.
"And I love you too, honey," Pamela replied a little slower and softer
than Mike's declaration. She, like Mike had a few minutes earlier,
searched his eyes. All she could see was pain, anxiety and worry.
"Mike, honey, please," she asked, softly.
Mike took a deep breath and sighed slowly. "It's your panties. I want to
wear them."
"What!" Pamela exclaimed in great relief. "Is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all?" Mike asked, a little stunned by his
wife's reaction.
"Honey, compared to what I'd been thinking, wearing a pair of my panties
is insignificant. If you want to try them on, go right ahead. I don't
mind, really I don't."
Mike's dark look lighten. "Then you really don't mind."
Pamela leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Of course
not, honey, if that's what will make you happy. Here, I'll even select a
very pretty pair for you to wear right now, if you would like."
Mike watched in open mouthed amazement as Pamela rose and started to dig
through her dresser. She knew just the right pair, a pair of colorful
floral print hip huggers that she knew Mike liked. A few seconds later
she pulled them out of the drawer and handed them to Mike.
Mike looked at the colorful garment in his hand then back up at his wife.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked.
"I thought that you wanted to wear them?" Pamela said, growing confused.
Mike looked down at the panties then back up at his wife. "Well, I do,
but I want to be you when I wear them."
"Be me? You mean pretend to be me? Why, honey, that's the sweetest thing
you've ever said to me," Pamela moved back to the bed and sat down on her
husband's lap. They naturally fell into an embrace and kissed.
"I think that you don't quite understand what I'm saying. Maybe I worded
it wrong. It's not that I want to PRETEND to be you as much as I want to
BECOME you." Mike began to run his hands over Pamela's half naked body.
He paid particular attention to her breasts and the swell of her hips and
rear.
"Mike, what is it that you're trying to tell me, that you're a
transsexual?" Pamela's fears suddenly returned.
"A what? No, no. It's just that I want to try being a woman for a change.
Nothing permanent you understand, just temporary. A few days at most,
that's all."
Pamela stood up and shook her head in confusion. "Nothing permanent! And
just how do you plan to do that? Take female hormones, grow your own
breasts, live your life as a woman for a while then just stop? And just
what am I to do while you're being a woman just 'temporarily'?"
Mike smiled indulgently. "Why, I thought it would be rather obvious, you
would be a man. Me, in fact."
Pamela almost laughed at the absurdity of Mike's statement. "That's most
insane thing I've ever heard. I couldn't just become you. Besides, what
makes you think that I would even want to be a man?" Pamela said angrily.
"Yes, you can. The how is really quite simple, we'll use the equipment
I've been working on in the basement. As for the why should you, haven't
you ever wondered what it would be like to be a man?"
"You say you have a machine down in the basement that will do this? Make
us into one another?" Pamela asked, astonished.
Mike nodded. "Sure, I've already tried it out on some laboratory rats.
Immediately after I pushed the button, they physically changed into each
other."
"And you can change us back?"
Mike, smiling confidently, nodded again. "Of course. No problem."
Taken aback by his answers, Pamela looked thoughtfully at her husband.
She had on occasion wondered what it would be like being a male. What
girl, or boy for that matter, didn't at one time or another wonder what
it would be like to be the other sex?
She knew that while her husband was a certified genius, he occasionally
came up with some equally certifiable wacky ideas. But this! This was a
little much even for him! She needed some time to digest what had just
transpired.
Pamela abruptly turned and began to dig a bra out of her dresser. When
she fastened it around her chest she turned back to face her husband
again. "Let me think about it for a while, okay?"
Happy that Pamela hadn't rejected the idea completely, Mike nodded and
began to rise from the bed. "Uh, honey?"
"Yes," Pamela asked, not bothering to interrupt pulling on her shorts.
"About those panties, can I really wear them?"
Pamela smiled wryly, "Of course, dear, that's what I got them out for."
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Pamela thought about Mike's proposal for nearly two months before finally
giving in.
"Mike, are you sure this is safe? That if it does work, we can change
back?" Even though Mike had explained the procedure several times, even
resorting to crudely drawn illustrations to show how the swap would work,
Pamela was still a little nervous about it.
"Honey, it's perfectly safe! Almost fool proof." Mike smiled. "I've
performed hundreds of trials. Every single one was successful. When it's
time to change back, we'll just simply reverse the procedure."
"Okay," Pamela replied doubtfully.
"I can't tell you how excited this makes me," Mike said changing the
subject as he adjusted some dials on a large console. Pamela was already
laying on the padded table, holding two metal electrodes in her hands.
Covering her nude body up to her neck, was a titanium and copper cloth
like wire mesh that was attached to still another pair of electrodes.
"So, I can see," Pamela giggled as she watched her husband. He too was as
naked as the day he was born, and as hard as he had been the night he'd
worn her panties. Pamela smiled, remembering that memorable night. The
panties she had given him, while slightly snug on her, were really too
large for Mike's skinny male butt. If she had known that wearing a pair
panties would affect him like that, she would have purchased some in his
size as a private wedding gift two years ago.
In a few minutes, he would be lying next to Pamela covered by an
identical wire mesh and holding identical electrodes. Pamela pulled the
mesh over her head as she had been instructed. The weave of the cloth
like material was lose enough to allow her to see most of what Mike was
doing.
There was a muffled clap of thunder faintly heard in the semi dark
basement. Pamela looked worriedly up at the light hanging over her head
as it flickered. "Mike how much longer?"
"Just a few more seconds, beloved. Then I'll set the timer and get up
there beside you and then zip, we're each other."
The sound of thunder came a little closer. "Hurry up, Mike," Pamela
hissed.
"There! Last one!" Mike pushed a red button starting a timer and hurried
back to the table. A few seconds later, he had covered himself completely
with the mesh and was gripping the electrodes.
"Only a few seconds more, Pamela, my darling."
"It had better be fast, I don't want to be down here when the lightening
gets here." No sooner than Pamela said that then there was a very loud
crack of thunder and the lights went out. Pamela suppressed a scream of
fear. "That was really close!" she thought.
"What the hell?" Mike said. Through the loose threads of the mesh cloth,
Pamela saw the dark shadow of her husband rise up. The mesh cloth slid
down to just above his waist as he groped for a flashlight.
"Be careful, honey," Pamela called. In the light of another lightning
strike, Pamela saw her husband nod.
Just as he nodded, the lights came back on. Pamela was bathed in a warm
golden glow as the wire mesh cloth lit up. Although she had been told
what would happen, the light frightened her. She tried to push mesh cloth
off, but found that she was paralyzed. Knowing that there was nothing she
could do, she relaxed and waited.
After what seemed like hours, the machine's timer turned itself off and
the glow suddenly disappeared. Pamela whipped the mesh covering off and
was astonished to see that she was still in her own body.
It hadn't worked! In a strange sort of way she was disappointed and yet
greatly relieved. While she had been curious about what it felt like to
be a man, it had only been on rare occasions. Usually when she started
her period and was having a particularly bad time of it. She had only
agreed to the experiment because Mike seem to want it so badly.
Poor Mike, she thought, he really will be disappointed that it didn't
work.
Mike? Pamela suddenly realized she hadn't heard anything from him. She
turned to look at him, not knowing what to expect.
Almost every conceivable thing had raced through her mind as she turned
to look at Mike, but nothing had prepared her for what she actually saw.
Nothing!
Mike's side of the table was bare, not even the electrodes or mesh cloth
was apparent.
Ignoring her nakedness, Pamela slid off the table and ran around to the
other side. As she passed the machine, she thought she smelled burning
insulation, but quickly dismissed it, Mike needed her!
Tears formed in her eyes as she saw her husband lying unconscious on the
floor. Wrapped around his body from just below his rib cage to his feet,
was the mesh cloth. He was holding both electrodes in one hand and in the
other, the flashlight, broken in the fall from the table.
Quickly kneeling and checking for a pulse in his neck, Pamela was
relieved to discover that he was still alive.
It was then that she noticed something she hadn't before, something very
strange. Mike needed a shave when he had laid down on the table, now he
didn't. His face was as soft and as smooth as a new born baby's or as her
own!
She quickly checked his exposed chest. It too, was hairless and soft to
the touch.
"You don't think, do you?" she asked herself softly as she tried to pull
the mesh cloth from Mike's body. She found that he was too tangled up in
it to just pull it off. She would have to unwrap him like a present, or
peel him like a banana.
Carefully peeling the cloth away from her husband, Pamela became aware
that Mike's body was almost totally hairless. Gone was the hair on his
chest and under arms, gone was the most of the hair on his groin. Only a
little patch of blonde (Mike's hair was dark brown!) pubic hair remained.
Most astonishing thing of all the complete absence of his male genitals!
Pamela was so surprised that she sat back on her heels and just stared at
her husband's groin. "Oh my God, Mike! You have a vulva!" she whispered
in shock.
From just above his waist down to the soles of his now smaller feet, the
exchange had worked! The lower half of his body from just below his rib
cage, was an exact duplicate of her own, bikini trimmed blonde pubic hair
and all. Above, except for the loss of body hair and beard, he was still
mostly himself. Well maybe not, she thought as she gently pressed one of
his nipples with her finger. There was a slight puffiness beneath the
nipple that she was very familiar with from her own journey through
puberty. Pamela suspected that the next six or seven months would become
very interesting indeed.
"Well, at least you got half your wish, darling. I do so hope you'll
enjoy it," Pamela whispered sarcastically.
Angered that her husband's selfish desire to see what it was like to be a
woman "just for a few days" had gone so terribly wrong, Pamela's first
thought had been to abandon him, or rather her now, to her fate.
After a few minutes, she calmed down, coming to the realization that in
spite of him stupidly condemning them to a sexless marriage, she still
loved Mike with all her heart. After all, it really wasn't his fault
there was a power surge just as the device started the exchange of their
bodies. She could forgive him, but would never let him forget what he had
done to their marriage. Not that he ever could forget, not when he would
be reminded every time he sat to pee, or when he had a period.
"There's always the good old reliable vibrator." Pamela sighed, thinking
of their last night in bed.
Perhaps it was better this way, she thought, Mike would learn that being
a woman, a real woman, was a lifelong commitment, not something to be
sampled and discarded on a whim. Mike would learn, first hand so to
speak, what it really meant to be a woman. The negatives, some relatively
minor, were obvious, such as men talking to your breasts all the time, or
having a period. There were positives of course, such as the profoundly
life changing event when your period is a month late. She knew that there
would be major challenges in the future, but they would meet them
together. Not that they had any choice to do otherwise.
Pamela sighed again and gently pulled the mesh cloth over Mike. He's
going to need something to wear, she thought. Nothing really tight, maybe
a pair of yoga pants with a comfortable stretch waist, Mike's favorite
floral print hip hugger panties of course, and a soft T-shirt would be a
good start. She rose and started to walk up the stairs.
"Pamela? Pamela?" Pamela was half way up the stairs when she heard her
name called. Mike had regained consciousness.
She stopped, startled by the soft timbre of Mike's voice. "I'm here,
Mike, honey. I'll be right back. Just lay back down and I'll bring you
something of mine to wear," Pamela said starting up the stairs again.
"But, it didn't work!" Mike exclaimed, still groggy from the blow to his
head.
"Better check again, darling," she called out over her shoulder. Pamela
hesitated for a second, then smiled ruefully. "It worked, at least
partially. I'm still the same. You were changed a little. Well, more than
just a 'little' actually. We seem to be identical from the waist down."
"You didn't change?" Mike repeated bewildered. "But, but... That means
that I can't...."
"Yes, Dear, even your butt is like mine." Pamela giggled. "But in answer
to your question, no Dear, I didn't change, I'm still me down below."
Pamela repeated softly. Not wishing to vocalize what Mike had just
realized, that his change had been a one way journey, Pamela turned and
started up the stairs again.
When she reached the top of the stairs she turned and called down to Mike
again. "Mike honey, there's something you really should know. I know I
should have mentioned this sooner, but I'm late."
"Late? Late for what?" Mike asked bewildered, still stunned by the
realization that his attempt to see what being a woman for only a few
days had failed miserably.
"My period. It's overdue by a month. I've been feeling a little queasy in
the mornings lately and my pants are getting a little tight in the
waist." She paused for a moment, just to see if Mike understood what she
was trying to say. There was silence from the basement. She sighed, it
was time for the other shoe.
"Mike honey, what I'm trying to tell you is, I think that I, no, we!
Darling, we're_ pregnant_! Both of us! Isn't that _exciting_?"
Her smile broadened as a long drawn out wail of despair followed by the
sound of Mike throwing up came from below.
As Pamela walked to their bedroom, she changed her mind about what she
would give Mike to wear.
Rather than the flora hip huggers, I think that Mike would like that
ridiculous lace "G" string panty he gave me for our anniversary, she
thought with a wicked smile, after all, I only wore it once, the night I
became pregnant. Since Mike is now pregnant as well, it's his turn to
wear it. In a way, it was poetic justice for messing with Mother Nature.
She laughed softly, to keep from screaming.
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