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The window air conditioner started squealing around 3am, and it woke me up. I went over and banged on it a few times and it seemed to stop. I crawled back into bed and my wife Tina snuggled up to me from behind and draped her arm over me. "We need to get that replaced," she mumbled sleepily. "Yeah," I said, "I'll probably head to Home Depot tomorrow and..." She interrupted me and said, "Don't worry about it hun. I'll take care of it." She gave me a kiss on my neck, just under my ear and then held me close as she went back to sleep. I lay awake for a bit, thinking about things. The weight and overall solidness of my wife's arm was not lost on me, her hard muscles seemed to dig right into my soft body. Earlier that day we had gotten a delivery, a new elliptical machine. I had ordered it for myself because, well, I had been feeling out of shape lately. With my wife Tina looking like a star tennis player now, I figured the least I could do was lose my spare tire. I ordered the machine online a week ago and this afternoon I saw the big box sitting in our driveway with "Richard Barness" on the label. It looked a lot bigger in real life than it had online. But it was my name and my order number so it was the right machine. I took the box apart and found a number of miscellaneous parts wrapped up, but the bulk of the machine was all in one piece. After about 30 minutes of fumbling with the big bulky machine I had finally freed it from its Styrofoam base and had it out on the driveway. Around this time Tina returned from work and pulled into the driveway. She got out of her car and said, "Hey hun. Need any help?" I said yeah and she proceeded to grab the end with the flywheel, the heavy end, and picked it up like it was made of cardboard. She walked backwards with the machine towards the house while I struggled to hold up the other, lighter end of the machine. When we got it in place she just smiled and started talking about her day. Meanwhile, I was sweating and exhausted. My arms hurt. I had known Tina was stronger than me for quite a while now, but each time I see her demonstrate just how strong she is it always shocked me. I guess I may never get used to how much things had actually changed. She wasn't the cute mousy woman I had met and fell in love with anymore. She was strong and beautiful, with a lot more confidence. Her body had become so different, and I guess she had changed with it. We were married in the summer of 2013, right in the middle of the changes. We had booked our wedding date back in the prior summer, and if we had known the world was going to be turned upside down in a few months we would have skipped the wedding and eloped to Barbados. But, we didn't know what was coming any more than anyone else, so we just did our best to have a normal wedding. 2 out of my 3 groomsman were no longer men. They were what was being called Gender 12, and they looked neither male nor female. At the time no one knew that Gender 12s eventually underwent a strange metamorphosis, everyone just assumed they didn't have a gender at all. One of the Gender 12s was Ryan, who had been my best friend since middle school. I had watched him become less and less masculine looking over the past few months. He was still the same person I had always known, but just different looking and not at all interested in women and sex. My other Gender 12 groomsman, Brad was the same way. I felt kind of bad for them, but they both made it very clear they ENJOYED not having any sex organs or sexuality. They described it as "freeing." Still, seeing two of my best friends go from red blooded American men to sexless people that looked like department store mannequins was unnerving. Meanwhile the third groomsman, Kevin, had become more of a man in a certain way. As he often told anyone willing to listen, he now had 2 penises. He was a Gender 7, a hermaphrodite. Not all Gender 7s had an innie and an outie, some, like Kevin had two of the same parts but with different functions. One of his organs was an old fashioned penis and testicles, the other was "inverted," meaning his second scrotum had ovaries and produced mobile eggs. On Tina's side the three bridesmaids were the maid of honor Paula, a Gender 9 with 4 breasts, Nikki, a Gender 3, and Angie a Gender 8. Their bridesmaid dresses had needed a lot of alterations. At the time of the wedding I believed Tina and I had gotten through the changes unscathed. I was diagnosed as Gender 2. I had lost a little height, a little penis size, and my nipples got bigger but I was overall the same me. I was as close to a "normal" man as men got these days. Sure, I didn't like being shorter, having a smaller penis, or having bigger nipples than my fianc?e, but at least I didn't grow boobs or end up with a vagina like a lot of other men. Tina had only recently started going through the changes but so far they were consistent with Gender 1. She was a little taller, had smaller boobs, and bigger feet. She hadn't been to the doctor yet, but only because she had been so busy with the wedding. A year ago, I had been 5'10 and Tina had been 5'7. Now thanks to her growing and my shrinking I had to look up into her eyes as we stood at the altar saying our vows. I was 5'8 now and Tina was 5'10, my old height. But, her heels added a few inches so she seemed to tower over me. I felt a little weird looking up at my wife as we said our vows, but then I looked over at the wedding party and our guests and saw so many bodies that had been radically twisted and warped by the changes. I realized I should be grateful that I still got to be a man and my wife still got to be a woman. It was far better than most people had it now. After they had announced us officially "Richard and Tina Barness," my new bride and I boarded a rented party limo with the rest of the party to go bar hopping before the reception. Champagne flowed freely and the music was playing. We were all having a great time. Paula was having a little too good of a time in fact. She was groping other members of the wedding party and her lower pair of breasts kept "accidentally" falling out of her dress top and into the exposed midriff of her dress. But we were all having a good time and Tina didn't seem to mind. She had been friends with Paula since they were 5. When Paula went through the changes she had a really hard time and Tina had been her shoulder to cry on. I can only imagine what it had been like when she found out she was now infertile, and her Gender's function was to have lots of sex and become pregnant with other people's kids. By the time we actually reached the reception Paula was pretty wasted, but still hadn't crossed any serious lines. She had made out with Nikki at the last bar and had grabbed Angie's crotch a couple times, but they didn't seem offended. Quite the opposite in fact. The reception went rather smoothly. Ryan gave an amazing speech, epic in fact. Not having sexuality meant he was a lot more focused on everything else in his life I guess. Paula's speech was fairly rambling, mostly stories about her and Tina when they were younger. At the end though she made this odd remark: "Tina, Richard, you guys are the best. If you ever want to have kids, I'm totally available as a surrogate. And I'd be more than happy to do all the heavy lifting for you guys." It got a laugh, but I had the feeling she was serious. That evening Tina and I made our way to the honeymoon suite. It was our wedding night, and needless to say we had sex. I had been pretty nervous going in to that night because we hadn't had sex for a while in the run up to the wedding. Also, there was the unfortunate fact that my penis was a little smaller and her vagina was a lot bigger since the last time we had done it. I was a little startled when I slid into her easily, very easily. Part of it was our changes in relative sizes but she was also wetter than I had ever felt her. She was sopping wet with arousal in fact. Knowing she was so turned on gave me some confidence and before long I had found a good rhythm. Her soft moans of approval told me she was having a good time too. After a while I shifted a bit and picked up pace. I was hitting all the right spots and I could see Tina was getting close to that edge. And then everything took an unexpected turn. As Tina orgasmed I felt a torrent of hot sticky fluid gush against my pelvis. Several more quick bursts followed and I quickly found our groins and the bedsheets sopping wet with sticky goo. Startled, I pulled out of her and looked down. I saw a thick white fluid all over her, me, and the bed. It kind of looked like semen, but I hadn't cum yet and even if I had there was more of it than I could possibly ejaculate if I came 10 times in a row. Tina got a horrified look on her face, and then a sad look. She said, "Oh no...No! It wasn't supposed to happen yet. I thought I had more time." I just looked at her confused as hell and asked "What? What wasn't supposed to happen? What is this? What's going on?" She bit her lower lip and said, "I...I'm so sorry Rich. I didn't think it would happen so fast. I was going to tell you after the honey moon that... well, I'm not really a woman anymore." I raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Uhhh, What?" She looked rigth at me and admitted, "I'm a Gender 5." The realization hit me that the puddle of goo that had shot from my wife was in fact semen. Her semen. As she stood up to go to the bathroom a slurping sound could be heard from her groin and still more semen ran from her vaginal opening and dribbled down her leg and dripped onto the carpet. I just stared at the puddle of ejaculate that my wife had just produced and was in shock. It was more than probably 10 college guys could produce, and it had all come from her. I heard her sobbing softly in the bathroom and I rushed in to comfort her. "I'm so sorry," she said again. I rubbed her shoulder and told her, "It's ok. It's not your fault." "I should have told you before the wedding. But I just wanted the wedding to go well, so I kept I putting it off. I thought I'd get through the honeymoon at least before I started producing. I swear I was going to tell you after, and if you wanted to dump me I wouldn't fight it." "Why would I dump you? I love you. And I will no matter what." She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and asked, "Really?" "Really." We hugged for a while and after she had calmed down I helped her clean up and change the sheets. We then went to bed, after an exhausting wedding day. It was not how I had envisioned my wedding night going, to say the least. The next morning I looked up some information on my phone about my wife's new anatomy. Tina's ovaries had become testicles. Her testicles were larger than a Gender 2 like me had, and they were far more productive. When aroused, glands within her uterus and vagina secreted semen along with the normal female lubricants released with sexual arousal. This semen is more than adequate to fertilize any mobile eggs deposited by either a Gender 6 man or Gender 8 woman. If a Gender 7 had something on them that made mobile eggs, that would work too. Once fertilized the mobile egg attaches to the uterine wall and pregnancy proceeds pretty much like it always had for women. The other major anatomy change was that Gender 5s did not have fallopian tubes, and of course they did not release eggs like a historical female. In their place were glands that did not yet have an official name. These glands stored excess semen, and upon orgasm worked in tandem with the uterine and vaginal muscles to ejaculate that excess semen from the vaginal opening. The purpose for this was probably to enable Gender 5s to inseminate Genders 1, 4, 7 and 9. This allowed Gender 5s to become pregnant or impregnate as they chose. It also gave them the most options for sexual partners among the non-exotic and non- hermaphrodite genders. They could produce a biological offspring with Genders 1,4,6,7,8,9 and 11. The other secondary changes seemed to include height and muscle mass gains. Gender 5s had a heightened metabolism, which allowed them to consume massive amounts of food without gaining much weight. If they did gain weight, their bodies actually favored muscle gain over fat storage. Looking back, I did recall that Tina had been eating a lot more in the past few weeks. And not only had she not put on any weight, she seemed to be losing her belly fat. When Tina finally began to stir awake, I put my phone away to go back into bed so I could cuddle with her. She turned towards me and looked me right in the eyes as she gently ran her hand along my face. She seemed to be looking at me to see how I was looking at her. She wanted to see if I still looked at her the same way I had before I knew she was a Gender 5. "Are you sure you're ok with everything?" she asked softly. "I'm sure, yes. I love you. This doesn't change anything." "Well, it kind of does. I'm sorta technically a man." I chuckled at that and told her, "Tina, honey you are definitely NOT a man." "But we can't have kids together now, are you ok with that?" I sighed and said, "Yeah that sucks, but for all we know one or both of us was infertile before all this anyway. And the good thing about your gender is if we decide to have kids later you have a lot of options." Tina rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah. The doctor explained my options, but it's too weird to think about. I think I'd still want to be pregnant though, carry the child myself." "You mean you don't want to take Paula up on her offer? You could father a child with her provided she could round up an egg." Tina burst out laughing at that. "Oh gawd, can you imagine? Some kid running around calling me 'dad'.." I gave her a quick kiss, and then ran my hand over the side of her body, right up to and over the curve of her hip. I then brought it back up to gently cup her breast, letting my thumb wander in slow circles across her nipple. To my surprise she slid down a bit in bed and took my right nipple into her mouth. She gently sucked it in and gave it a couple quick licks with her tongue. I felt the tingle of pleasure, and it seemed to run down my torso right into my penis. "Stop it," I said, with a nervous chuckle as I pushed her away. "What?" I looked down in embarrassment at the large thick nipples surrounded by wide and darkened areola that now marred my chest. I told Tina softly, "Sorry. Just...don't do stuff with my nipples, it's weird." "What? Why? You were literally just doing stuff with my nipples." "Yeah but you're a woman. You're supposed to have nipples like...this. I'm a guy. Having a woman's nipples is weird." She rolled her eyes and let out a big sigh. "You don't have a woman's nipples Richard. You have the nipples of a Gender 2 man. All guys like you have big nipples now." I bristled a bit at hearing Tina say "guys like me." I may have gotten through the changes with my penis and testicles intact, but my masculinity had taken a big hit. Of the masculine looking Genders, Gender 2 was in third place in the manliness department. Gender 4 was the most masculine, followed by Gender 6 who looked pretty much like men had looked before the changes. Gender 2 had become a little more feminine just as Gender 1 had become a bit more masculine. The masculine-feminine divide between Gender 1 women and Gender 2 men wasn't as wide as it had once been. In so many ways I would have been better off becoming a Gender 6. Not only because it's the natural counterpart to my wife's Gender, but I wouldn't have nipples that looked like they belonged on a woman's breasts. Tina scooted bit closer to me, put her arm around me and said, "Hun, you literally just got done telling me I'm not a man even though I have bigger balls than you.Having big nipples certainly doesn't make you more like a woman. I think they're cute, and you should probably try to think of them as two more sensitive places to be played with." I got a sly smile, and then asked her, "Speaking of big balls, not to be offensive but, are you always going to cum so..much?" Tina Blushed at that. "Oh, you mean all of my..stuff? I don't know. Or at least I hope not. I was probably backed up. I haven't masturbated or anything in a while, and the last time I did it was just a dribble. So when that happened last night believe me when I say I was just as surprised as you were. But I think when we start doing things more often it will settle down." "I guess there's just one way to find out then," I said as I went in for a deep passionate kiss. After making out for a bit I had her slide her panties off so I could gain access to her better. I massaged her clit for a while and gently massaged her opening with my fingers. When I was certain she was good and ready I stood up and removed my boxers so I could get on top to mount her. As she spread her legs to give me access I saw her sex was already coated in thick white fluid. More could be seen in her vaginal opening. She looked like a woman who had just gotten done having sex, not a woman who was getting ready for it. As I entered her warm, stick, and sloppy wet openness, it reminded me of how she had felt the night before. It was weird to think that given her larger size and her semen production I would always be having "sloppy seconds" when I had sex with my wife. After a few minutes of lovemaking she came, and I felt her warm fluids again coat my member. She didn't have an explosion like the night before, which was nice. I came shortly after her, adding my own semen to the mix. After showering, we got back into bed for some more cuddling. We eventually went down to the lobby to have breakfast and to attend our gift opening. We did our best to pretend everything was normal, and our friends and family did the same. Whatever force that was twisting and transforming our bodies couldn't be stopped, so at least we could open our Tupperware and act delighted just like normal married couples had been doing for years. Over the next 5 years we just lived our lives as a mostly normal married couple. Over time Tina's Gender 5 hormones caused her body to naturally grow more athletic and muscular. She was no she hulk, but she was fit. She worked out a bit, but only for health. She didn't want to overdo it. Gender 5s who participated in sports and/or worked out and trained grew into some very formidable humans. 80% of NFL players and close to 3/4ths of most sports were now Gender 5 athletes. To put it mildly, Gender 5 women were dominating the athletic world. Michelle Yamato, the quarterback for the Carolina Panthers broke just about every old male record on the books last season. She threw for 5600 yards and had 58 touchdown passes. Not bad for a woman who just 5 years ago was a relative unknown within the relatively unknown Women's Football Alliance. She wasn't a fluke either. In just a few seasons women had replaced most of the old men on the record books. Very impressive considering these women only had a few years of experience playing professional sports. With college teams now having the same Gender 5 domination, when those college players come into the pro league over the next few years football is going to only get more exciting. The years since the wedding have had quite an effect on our friends as well. Paula has carried 2 pregnancies for couples she knows. From what I understand both couples were able to naturally conceive using her. I'm sure Paula tells Tina all the dirty details of her wild sex life, but Tina only tells me bits and pieces. I do know that Paula has had sex with Nikki and Angie, the other 2 bridesmaids from our wedding. It actually caused a big fight a while back. Nikki didn't know until Angie told her afterwards that Angie had also recently had sex with Paula. Had Paula gotten pregnant, Nikki and Angie would have been unintentional parents together. About 8 months ago my friend Ryan split into 2 women, Rachel and Mary. It was so weird seeing them in the hospital, not only because they had been the same person, but because they looked so young. I had a hard time accepting that the teenage looking twin sisters I met in the hospital were both my friend Ryan. They have both "aged up," rather well since then as their bodies finished growing from the division, but they still look like they are barely 20. They also don't look quite identical anymore because while Mary is a Gender 1, Rachel is a gender 3. Rachel looks much more girly than Mary, even though Rachel is the one who is technically a guy in a way. I like Rachel, a lot, but I have to say I like Mary a bit more. Mary is almost exactly like the "old Ryan," I remember from back before the changes. Ryan has been my friend for years, and I've hung out with him 4 or 5 times a month since the wedding. Ryan, Brad, Kevin and I were buddies, and had been since high school. I knew all of them very well. Ryan and Brad were mostly the same after they became Gender 12s, but I'd be lying if I said there weren't subtle changes. But now Gender 1 Mary is Ryan more than the Gender 12 version of him was, if that makes sense. Rachel is Ryan too of course, but she is beginning to differentiate herself from her, um, "sister," Mary and her former life a bit more. She has a few new hobbies like flying drones and going out on nature walks. Mary and the old Ryan are/were neither technically inclined nor nature lovers. Both Rachel and Mary have fit into our group of "guys" very well. I simply have 4 close friends now instead of 3. I hope when Brad splits both of him/her will stick around too so we can have yet another friend. Kevin, for all his talk of being a "ladies man" after the change, settled down really quick. And his choice surprised everybody. He met a beautiful Latina Gender 10 named Maria, and fell in love with her. I guess I'll never really understand why a man with 2 penises would choose a woman who can't have sex to be his wife, but he did. I read an article a while ago about people who are something called Decesexual, which means they are exclusively attracted to Gender 10s. I guess Kevin must be that then, but it's not like I'm going to ask him about it. Maybe he loves her just because Maria is a beautiful kind hearted woman. Maybe he realized that the whole "sex," thing was mostly a source of unpleasantness these days and thought it would be best if his marriage didn't have the whole "sex" thing in the way. Who knows? The important thing is they are happy. Maria has had 2 sons since the wedding, and is now pregnant with her third child. I guess her kids are all technically clones, but they look like a normal boys to me. They just look a LOT like their mom of course. As far as me and Tina, I feel like we have had a great first few years of marriage. Our sex life is nothing short of awesome. Tina does have the sex drive of a man after all, and she's in the mood probably more often than I am. We do it a couple times a week. She doesn't have to worry about periods or birth control, so things are always "open for business" so to speak. It's been a lot of fun. But, we're a bit older now and the whole having kids thing is starting to loom over us. Both Tina and I feel like it's time, but don't know what path we should take. As I huffed and puffed away on my new elliptical machine, I thought a bit about our options. The easiest option would be to take Paula up on her surrogate offer. It would be easy for her to find a willing egg donor, and either Tina or I could provide her with sperm. Most likely Tina though. Her sample would be far more...substantial. The next easiest option would be to have one of Paula's Gender 6 or 8 friends simply provide Tina with an egg. Mobile egg transplants were spotty, and also involved a doctor which made them expensive. Mobile eggs don't last long outside of a body, and didn't reanimate well after freezing. So the best option would actually be for her to have sex with either a Gender 6 guy or a Gender 8 woman. But I was already feeling emasculated around my wife, so her having sex with either a manlier man or a woman with a penis 2 to 3 times bigger than mine wouldn't help that at all. The last option for us to have biological offspring would be for either Tina or myself to get a "normal" woman or a guy with a "normal" vagina pregnant. Mary would seem like an obvious choice, but for starters I don't think about her in "that way." To me she is still Ryan, my friend I've known for years. The other thing is she is attracted to tall blonde women, just like Ryan had been before he became a Gender 12. Only now, Mary was into Gender 3 tall blonde women. As she puts it when she's had too many beers, she like her women "well-endowed up top and down under." Speaking of too many beers, after I got off the elliptical I went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I looked in the mirror I saw the result of too many beers with Mary and the gang on my gut and on my chest. The chest part was the main reason I had gotten the elliptical. When you have the nipples of a woman your man boobs are just actual boobs. The 25 pounds I had packed on over winter had given me a belly and also breasts that were at least an A, maybe even a B cup. I needed to lose some weight before I ended up with bigger breasts than my wife. After showering I went upstairs and found Tina in the bedroom finishing up the installation of the new AC unit she had bought. She had done a really good job, I saw. I had installed the original one back when we first got the house, and I had just kind of cobbled it in. It ended up becoming one of those window AC units where the window was no longer a window because the AC unit didn't come out anymore. But clearly, Tina was better at AC installs than I was. Hers looked amazing, and we'd probably be able to take it out in the fall so we could have a bedroom window again. I offered to help her take the old unit to the garage but she just said she was fine and picked it up and carried it out to the garage herself. It weighed probably 100 pounds and it was big, but she carried it like it was an empty carboard box. When I had first brought it up to install it I had Brad help me. When Tina came back upstairs I was going to tell her what a great job she had done, but before I could say anything she grabbed me and pulled me into her for a deep kiss. When she finally broke the kiss I looked up into her eyes and saw she was in the mood. Never one to argue, I got undressed and she did the same. She then picked me up and tossed on to the bed, before I could even react she was on top of me, holding me down. She leaned down to kiss me and I could feel several warm globs of semen that had dripped from her aroused sex land with splats upon my pelvis. After a little bit longer of a kiss, she broke the kiss and positioned herself a bit. Then she dropped her pelvis down and enveloped my member in her hot wet sex. She moved her hips in perfect rhythm, driving her genitals against my own. Tina was good at sex, very very good. She knew exactly what she needed to do to get off and exactly how to go about doing it. She was a lot like a typical guy in that regard. For a few minutes she continued this rhythm, changing the pace and angle every so often. It felt amazing. When she started to moan softly, I knew she was getting close. That was great because I was getting close as well. She let out a gasp and lifted her vagina ever so slightly from my groin as her torrent of semen flowed from her. In several spasms I felt her vagina contract around my penis as my groin was covered in her hot sticky release. My brain must be subliminally conditioned, because this sensation always seems to make me cum. I grunted and my penis pulsed as it added its meager load to the mess. She gave me a kiss and thanked me, then lifted herself off me to go clean up. After a minute of enjoying the good feelings, I got up to clean the cooling puddle of semen from my groin. From a guy's perspective, sex with a Gender 5 woman was just about perfect. We both were in the mood a lot, and we both built to climax in a reasonable length of time. The romance, foreplay, and thinking about baseball to try to last longer parts of sex with a woman were gone. In their place was hot great feeling sex whenever either of us felt like it. If I ever tried to lay Tina down for a romantic massage and then went to gently rub and kiss her clit to "get her ready", she'd probably laugh at me. After I cleaned up I came back into the bedroom to find Tina putting her clothes back on. She was just wearing jeans and an old T shirt, pretty much what she always wore. She wasn't wearing a bra, but then she almost never did anyway. Like most Gender 5 women, Tina didn't get too into clothes and stuff. Most Gender 5 women I saw just wore plain comfortable clothes, went braless, and didn't put on any makeup. Gender 5 was part man after all, and I guess the part of the female brain that has driven women to look pretty to attract mates for millennia has been overwritten in them. Needless to say, Gender 5 isn't well represented in the fashion industry. Not that they likely care. Tina's friend Paula was the exact opposite from her style wise. As a Gender 9, her desire to "attract mates," or whatever must be ramped up to a 10. She ALWAYS looked like she was going out for a first date. Gender 9s were highly stylized and sexualized. An entire industry had sprung up around them as they tried to show off their assets as best as possible. There was a store at the mall called "Divine Nine," catering to Gender 9 bodies that had kind of supplanted Victoria's Secret as one of the largest lingerie retailers. Not bad given that Gender 9s were only 8% of the population overall. They had all kinds of crazy displays that were custom made for each variant of breast combinations a Gender 9 could have. As I was getting dressed Tina told me she was going to mow the lawn quick before Paula and Angie came over to pick her up. They were going to a winery over in Clark County for a girl's afternoon out. On the way home they were going to pick up dinner, which meant I would be alone until about 7pm. I had known about this girls' outing of course, but it still kind of made me nervous how much time Tina was spending with her friends. More specifically, her friend Angie made me nervous. Angie was a Gender 8, which meant she was equipped to impregnate Tina, unlike me. She also had a dick that made mine look like a pretzel stick by comparison. I accept that we may one day have to have Angie or someone like her impregnate Tina, but I would prefer it be a choice Tina and I made together. It doesn't help at all that Gender 8s had made a reputation for themselves. Not to be sexist, but Gender 8s seemed to really like married women. I hoped Angie was still just friends with Tina, and didn't want something more. As Tina went out to mow the lawn, I gathered up the sheets we had just messed up and got a load of laundry together. With Tina far better equipped for manual labor than I was now, she had taken up most of the yard and maintenance work around the house while I mostly focused on cooking and cleaning. I had just gotten the load of laundry started when Angie showed up. Tina was still mowing the lawn, so I let her in and led her to the kitchen counter where she took a stool to wait for Tina. I offered her some soda, which she accepted. We then sat together chit chatting for a bit about football. I liked Angie, or at least as much as a husband would typically like one of his wife's friends. I had known her for as long as I had known Tina. Prior to the change she had been the chatty bubbly type. Now she was till outgoing, but she spoke with a calm confidence she hadn't had before. I guess having a big penis gives swagger, or something. I rarely had Angie alone, and I was really tempted to use this opportunity to inquire about her feelings towards Tina. Of course for all I knew we would be begging her to impregnate Tina one day, so I couldn't do the classic male "stay away from my wife," shtick. The cold fact was Angie was equipped to impregnate Tina, and I was not. Still, it would really bother me if the last vestige of my manhood was shattered by my wife cheating on me with her well hung girlfriend. As I was stumbling over idle banter pondering how to approach the subject, much to my surprise, Angie did it for me. After a sip of soda she broke the short pause in our conversation about football to ask bluntly, "So, have you and Tina talked at all about having kids eventually? You've been married 5 years after all." I just sort of stared at her for a bit before replying, "Uhhh, Tina and I aren't able to..." She cut me off with, "I...I know THAT Richard. I mean are you going to adopt or do something...else?" The way she said "else" sent a shiver down my spine. I just said, "I don't know. We haven't decided yet." Angie took another sip of soda and told me "Well, adoption is really expensive now, and the wait list is really long. With the change leaving so many couples incompatible like you and Tina, the supply and demand for adoption has gotten really skewed toward demand." "Yeah, I had heard that," I said with sincerity. I actually had read a few articles about it, pretty much the only people having unwanted pregnancies were Gender 10s, who of course had no control over their sex and reproductive decisions. Tina just looked at me and asked, "So..what do you think you're going to do?" I waited for a bit then asked her my question direct. "Are you offering to do something Tina? Is that what's this is about?" She laughed out loud and told me, "Oh god, I KNEW you were suspicious of me! I just knew it!" "No no no," I said while waving my hands about. "I didn't mean..." She held up her hand and told me, "Relax Rich, Tina is not my type. And I wouldn't want to do anything to risk our friendship or her marriage." I sighed a bit. But then she said, "But..if you ever get to a point where you need someone to do something, I know a few women like me who would gladly do something to help you guys out. Free of charge, no questions asked." "Uh thanks." "No problem." Right about then I heard the door open and the sound of high heels clacking against the tile, which had to be Paula. I also heard Paula's voice talking, so Tina must be with her. They came around the corner and Angie and I turned to smile and wave hi. Paula looked amazing in a stylish black dress that had custom cutouts to show off both sets of her cleavage. She had on high heels, makeup and had clearly recently had her hair done. Seeing all three women together really showed just how divergent women's fashion had become. In the old days they probably would have all been more or less matched, at least style wise. But now the three women all looked wildly different, even though they were going to the same place. Tina looked like a 1990s frat boy who had just woken up and thrown on random clothes. Paula looked like she was going to cocktail party on the Playboy yacht. And Angie had on loose slacks and a plain polo shirt. Like a lot of Gender 8s she stuck to a sort of business casual look, with the sole exception being always having on very loose pants. The loose pants being a nod to their, well, you know. The 3 women eventually left for the winery, leaving me alone in the house. I finished up my chores and found myself thinking about Angie's offer. Why had she suddenly brought it up out of nowhere? Was Tina asking her for information about this? Maybe Tina had already asked Angie to "do something," and Angie turned her down. I decided I needed a distraction, so I called my friends to see if any of them were available to hang out. Rachel was on a date, Brad was at a scifi convention thing, and Kevin was taking his family to Allensen Park. So, that just left Mary. I don't know why I was so hesitant to call Mary, she was a friend of mine just like any other. I knew her as my friend Ryan for years, as a genderless version of Ryan for a few more years, and now as a woman for many months. We hung out together all the time, just, always with other people around. But despite my brain's best attempts at rationalization and logic, deep down I came to realize the thought of being alone with a woman with an actual, real vagina was..arousing. I poured myself a few belts of Amador 10 Barrels whiskey. I ran down the list of all the reasons why it was WRONG to think things like that about Mary, and then I dialed her number. Turns out, she was just as bored as I was. She said she was coming over with a 12 pack of beer. Her house was only about 8 minutes away from ours, so in no time at all I heard the doorbell. I opened the door to find Mary standing there in a pink top and grey shorts holding a 12 pack of her favorite beer, Heineken. I glanced her over and noticed she looked very feminine. Not only was her outfit more feminine looking than anything Tina had worn in years, but unlike my wife, Mary shaved her legs and armpits. I invited her in and we proceeded downstairs to play Skyrim. Mary was way better at the game than I was, so I was all too happy to drink beer and watch as she got me through some tough parts and leveled up my character for me. After catching myself looking at her inappropriately a couple times though, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I splashed myself with cold water and looked at myself in the mirror. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked myself. I guess Angie's little talk with me had me rattled. I'd been hanging out with Mary for months and never felt anything like this towards her. So why now? I thought about it and I reasoned that underneath it all, my marriage with Tina was somewhat of a sham. Don't get me wrong, I loved her, I was genuinely attracted to her even given her tomboyish ways, and the sex was awesome. I loved her and enjoyed being married to her. But we were pretending to be an old fashioned man and woman when we weren't really a man and a woman. Sure our parts still fit together, but they were more alike than they were different. Deep down we both accepted we were in a homosexual relationship, even if we didn't acknowledge it. Late night comedy shows often showed old clips of politicians and preachers talking about stupid crap like how awful gay marriage would be and how terrible it would be if someone used the wrong bathroom. It's so ridiculously absurd now, it's better than anything the show's writers could make up. You'd have to be a real loon to think anything bad about homosexuality or transgenderism now, given all that's happened. So I knew for a fact I wasn't feeling apprehensive about anything involving me being "gay." There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just wasn't gay. But now there was a young looking, beautiful woman I was sexually compatible with sitting in the next room playing Skyrim. As a Gender 2 man, Mary the Gender 1 woman was a "natural," sexual counterpart to me. She also happens to be my best friend. In so many ways, I guess nature meant for me to have Mary as a wife. But I was married to Tina, and Mary was a friend. If I wanted to keep my marriage and my friendship I had to find a way to get over my inappropriate feelings about Mary. I opened the bathroom door and headed back to the living room. As I came around the corner and I noticed out of the corner of my eye Mary's right shoulder was moving oddly. She was mostly facing away from where I was, so she didn't see me. But I also noticed my Skyrim character on screen was just standing there. I stopped and watched for a bit and it didn't take me long to realize Mary was masturbating. I went back to the bathroom and softly closed the door before reopening it much more loudly. When I walked back to the living room Mary was playing Skyrim as normal, and I made no hints that I had seen her earlier. I thought about it for a while, but I had no idea why Mary had been going at it just then. Was she feeling something towards me? Was she just confused because she had so little experience actually being female? I mean, just recently she had been someone who had no gender at all, and then went through a process where his/her bones briefly liquefied and became two people. That was a lot to process, I'm sure. As we kept playing, an awkwardness set in around us that hadn't been there before. We were still having a good time, sure, but something just felt off. Then out of nowhere she asked me, "Rich, do you think I'm attractive?" My jaw dropped a bit, and I stammered out a shocked, "W..What Do you, uh, Mean, exactly?" She looked right at me and asked, "As a guy, do you find me attractive?" "I, guess so? I mean, but I'm married so..." She sighed and told me "If the changes hadn't happened, I'd still be Ryan. I'd be a 30 year old man right now. I'd probably have a wife and 2.1 kids, and a big swing set in the back yard. Instead I have the body of a college girl and I'm desperately trying to figure out who and what it is I'm attracted to." "Um, I thought you liked women with, you know what. At least, that's what you say all the time." She just looked at me and said softly, "I just say that around you guys because it seems to be less awkward than the truth. And the truth is I think I might be heterosexual. Like, old fashioned heterosexual." "Oh," was all I said. "Yeah..oh," she said while looking down at the controller. "The truth is I've been thinking about guys a lot. And, it sucks to admit this but, I've been thinking about you, a lot." "Wow. I don't even know what to say, Mary." She chuckled a bit and told me, "When you called me over to hang out just the two of us I actually thought you were going to make a move on me. I kept waiting for it to happen, but it didn't happen. Fianlly I figured I'd bring it up, you know, just to see for sure." "Mary, or Ryan, or whoever, look, I'm flattered, ok? But I've known you for decades. We are good friends. I could never risk our friendship over something like that. And, I wouldn't want to cheat on Tina anyway, she's been a great wife to me." "Sorry, I didn't mean to be offensive. I just misinterpreted what was going on." I thought things had been awkward before, but now they were at a whole new level. She seemed really upset, and I felt bad this was sort of my fault. If I hadn't invited her over, none of this would have happened. I had to let her know she wasn't to blame. "Mary, I didn't take offense. I mean, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that sort of stuff with you. If I wasn't already married I'd be totally open to dating you. But I am married, and I want us to be friends only." "Can we really still be friends though, now that this happened?" she asked me. "Of course. You think we're the first two people to have awkward sexual tension because they have suddenly become sexually compatible?" She laughed at that, and told me the story about her cousin who had gotten pregnant from his friend the first month after the changes. Apparently he had only had his vagina for a couple weeks when he and his friend got drunk on a fishing trip and, well, oops. We swapped a few more stories, had a few more beers, and played a little more Skyrim. The tension wasn't fully gone, but it was gone enough. Mary eventually left around 8:30pm. Tina still wasn't home, which was surprising. I wasn't feeling so good from all the beer, so I went to bed early, around 9pm. I fell asleep right away, but I was jarred awake again around 11, when Tina crawled into bed. I could smell her breath, and it smelled of wine and cigarettes. When Tina got drunk, she would sometimes bum cigarettes from strangers and smoke. I also felt her bare breasts against my back, so she hadn't bothered to change in to her PJs, she had just crawled in bed naked. She fondled my butt cheeks for a bit, then clumsily crawled on top of me, forcing me onto my back. For a while she just straddled me, looming over me without saying anything. She was taller than me, weighed more than me, and was far far stronger than me. There was no way I could fight back against her if she decided to do something. She leaned down and kissed me, then ran her hand over my cheek. I was going to ask her what she wanted but she rolled off of me and went to go to sleep. I had no idea what that had been about. She had left a wet stickiness on my pelvis I was beginning to feel more as it cooled. It was my wife's semen of course. It wasn't enough to indicate she had an orgasm though, but rather it was more in line with her being really aroused. I wasn't in the mood to get up and clean it off, so I just went back to sleep. The following morning I got up and went downstairs to make breakfast. As I passed the pile of my wife's clothes on the bedroom floor I noticed a large semen stain on my wife's panties and jeans. Now, Tina produced a lot of semen, so that in and of itself wasn't terribly unusual. But it was more than I'd expect from her normal arousal leakage. I started making pancakes and after a few minutes Tina came down wearing just an old T-shirt with no panties or pants on. She clearly looked hung over. She took a stool at the kitchen counter, and I offered her a pancake which she quickly declined. She was silent for a minute then looked at me and said, "Rich, something happened last night you should know about." "What?" I asked without turning away from my pancake. "After dinner Paula, Angie and I went to Shorty's Lounge." "So?," I said with a shrug of my shoulders as I continued to cook. Shorty's Lounge was a Gender 9 club on the east end of town. Paula went there all the time and even danced nude sometimes. If Tina was upset by going to Shorty's Lounge I probably shouldn't tell her that Mary had been over here with me alone and then I caught her masturbating and she had sort of propositioned me for an affair. Tina paused for a bit, then said in a serious tone "Well, like I said, something happened." I turned around and saw she really was serious, so I removed my half- finished pancake from the stove and went over to sit next to her. I held her hand as she told me the story of how she and the girls had gone in there to get a few drinks and have fun. And that's what was happening right up until Paula told Angie and Tina that she had booked a private dance in one of the back room lounges with a 3 breasted Japanese woman. Tina insists that she protested, but gave in to peer pressure after a lot of assurances from Angie and Paula that nothing was going to happen. Once in the back room Tina said that Paula removed her clothes and ran her hands over all of her breasts as she watched the dancer. A while later Tina looked over at Angie and saw that she had unzipped her pants to allow her massive erection to fully expand. When Angie saw Tina staring at her exposed cock, Angie had just told her that her pants had gotten uncomfortable. Now Paula being naked didn't bother me, because Paula got naked at the drop of a hat. I had seen her nude myself a few times, at parties and whatnot. I don't remember what Gender 9 genitals are called, but to me they looked mostly like a woman's parts except they were in the wrong place. And by woman I mean old fashioned woman, a vagina and all that. You know what I mean. But anyway Tina being around Paula's weird forward facing vagina thing wasn't the issue with this story in my mind of course, it was Angie's huge monster jutting out from her groin and out in the open. I asked Tina to continue. She got a little choked up and went on to tell me that Paula and Angie eventually talked her into getting naked too. So, my wife was in a room naked with 2 naked Gender 9 women and an apparently also naked Gender 8 woman. Tina didn't elaborate on how Angie had ended up naked too. For a bit they just watched the dancer, but then Paula decided to give Tina a "lap dance." And for a while, that's all it was. Paula gyrated around on Tina's lap and rubbed her various breasts against Tina's torso. But then things started to escalate, and Paula's genitals were rubbing against Tina's genitals a little too much, it was becoming a lot like sex. Tina said that she suddenly started to feel like she was getting close to an orgasm. I asked her then if she tried to stop things, but Tina just bit her lip and shook her head no. And so, I had to listen to how my wife had sprayed her jizz all over Paula's mound and the floor of Shorty's Lounge. Tina turned red with embarrassment as she described how Paula, Angie, and even the dancer had started laughing. Apparently, Tina had been a little premature in her excitement. A lot more premature than her actual story lets on I imagine. Paula went to the bathroom to clean up and the dancer helped Tina clean up the mess she had made. When Paula came back she paid the dancer who then left, leaving the three women sitting alone in a room with pounding music and flashing lights. They each had a few more drinks, and then Paula apologized to Tina for taking things too far. But then Angie piped up that it wasn't Tina's fault she had cum so fast. She went on to say that if she was getting proper sex at home, she wouldn't pop like that. Tina slowed down a bit as she described the next parts. Angie kept asking questions about Tina's sex life, which of course was really our sex life. At one point Angie went over to Tina and took Tina's hand and and placed it on her hard member. Angie then asked Tina, "Whose is better, mine, or your husband's?" Tina sheepishly admitted that she said, "Yours," to Angie. After she said this I pulled my hand away from Tina's. Tina said that Angie then took her hand and had her cup her scrotum, making Tina feel the weight and girth of her massive ovaries. Again Angie asked Tina "whose is better," and again Tina said, "yours." Tina then admitted that she and Angie had sex, right there in the lounge. Paula watched of course. Tina wasn't very descriptive for my sake, but I have no doubt Angie used her massive cock to make my wife cum in ways I could never make her cum. Angie also came inside my wife, leaving her egg deep in Tina's womb. My wife was almost certainly pregnant with Angie's child. I wanted to be mad at Tina. I wanted to call her a whore and run out of the room. But at the same time I knew that I would be a hypocrite. Tina undoubtedly felt the same way I did about our marriage. We loved each other, but we both knew we were sexually incompatible, and secretly longed for our natural sexual partners. Angie and Tina's mating was natural, and ultimately every biological entity longs to find a mate and pass along their genes. I hugged Tina and told her that I loved her. I also told her I would love her child as though it were my own. We would be a happy family, in spite of everything. Because even though, yes, we are just organisms passing along genes, we are still all human. We can overcome just about anything, and I knew that Tina and I had a relationship strong enough to overcome this. A month later we found out that Paula was also pregnant. Angie and Paula both insisted it wasn't Angie's, she and Paula hadn't had sex in a very long time. But the child was definately Tina's. Paula figures the egg was from a Gender 6 man she had dated about a month before the lounge incident. Gender 9 anatomy had a way of hanging on to eggs, and apparently had held on to one until some of Tina's sperm wound up in Paula's um, reproductive cavity, or whatever it's called. So, my wife was both a "mother" and a "father" at the same time. In a few months we are going to have 2 kids to welcome into our family. This wasn't how I envisioned getting my family when I saw Tina walking down the aisle on our wedding day, but I guess the end result is all that matters.