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Now You Know How It Feels By Monsta Jennifer Kassey fiddled with the pen on top of the steel table, as it was the only object in the room she could really interact with. She had been sitting in the police interrogation room for over 3 hours at this point, and was bored beyond description. Everyone from the hotel kitchen staff had probably been hauled in, and she was thinking that the fact it was taking this long for them to get to her was either a good sign or a really bad sign depending on how she looked at it. It could be that they had almost no interest in her, and when they got to her she would simply give her statement and leave. The fact it was taking so long then meant they were simply working on the cook staff first and would get to her eventually. The cooks were always taking stuff, so it was probably just a theft investigation. Hell, Jennifer had once seen Carl load up a whole wheel of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese into his car. On the other hand, it could be a sign they DID have a high interest in her, and were talking to everyone else first to get the facts straight before trying to catch her in a lie. They could even be trying to offer plea deals to the cooks to get them to flip on the servers! But, until she actually knew what was going on, all this was just conjecture. She knew nothing aside from the ballpoint pen in this room was unbalanced as hell. A little over 3 hours ago she had been getting ready for work when two cops banged on her door and demanded that she open up. They were very insistent that she peacefully go downtown for questioning. She saw a few of her coworkers in the police station lobby as she was led to the interrogation room, so whatever this was had something to do with her job. Jennifer worked as a server at the Bestemming Grand Hotel, which was in the outskirts of Washington DC. It was one of the many overpriced opulent palaces in the area that catered to foreign dignitaries and scummy lobbyist groups. Last night there had been a banquet in the Heritage hall for the latter, a scummy lobbying group for some traditional families group. Their big speaker was Senator Benjamin Fitzpatrick, a young right wing kind of guy who preached about the bible a lot but probably had 13 different women paid off under non-disclosure agreements. There was a loud clank as the door opened. 4 men and a woman walked in, all of them in suits. 2 men sat at the table across from Jennifer while the other 2 men and the woman leaned against the wall furthest from her. The men introduced themselves as FBI, but gave no indication who the other 3 people lurking in the back of the room were. Jennifer was getting more alarmed that this was an actual FBI matter, she had assumed the local police were just investigating theft at the hotel. One of the FBI guys threw down a picture onto the table. Jennifer saw the picture was of some 30 something disheveled and scared looking man she had never seen before. The FBI guy who threw the picture looked right at Jennifer and asked her, "Ms. Kassey, do you recognize this man?" Jennifer shook her head. "No, never seen him before as far as I know." The man threw down another picture, but this time it was of a 30 something woman that did look somewhat familiar. The FBI guy spoke again to her again, asking in a flat tone, "Do you recognize this woman?" Jennifer nodded. "I, uh, served her dinner last night. I think she was the wife of that Senator guy. I was one of the servers assigned to the head table. I brought her food to her." The other FBI guy now spoke to Jennifer. "Ms. Kassey, do you have any idea how a Top Secret Chinese biological weapon ended up in her food?" Jennifer's eyes went wide as she said, "NO! I mean not at all, I..I don't even know anything about what is going on here." There was a bit of silence in the room before the woman in the back of the room spoke. "Ms. Kassey, we have reason to believe that you, or one of your coworkers is associated with a terrorist group known as New Future. About a year ago a Chinese research facility in Tianjin was hacked. The researchers were working on something really hot, because the bulk of the Chinese government went bouncing off the walls trying to trace the hack. The Chinese don't make that much noise and draw that much attention without good reason. The hack was eventually traced to New Future activists, and we believe that the information they stole was used to attack the senator's wife last night." Jennifer gasped. "She's dead?" The woman responded by saying, "Not quite. The picture of the man on the table in front of you is Mrs. Fitzpatrick. She had a sudden gender change overnight." Jennifer looked at both photos and began to see the resemblance. The man looked like a highly masculine version of the woman. They could be brother and sister, except, if what they were saying was true, the man was the woman. The woman in the suit walked closer to Jennifer and told her, "It's shocking, I know, but we have some experience with this matter. In the 1990s the Russians were working on something similar, something they called Project Actress. You ever heard of it?" Jennifer shook her head no. The woman in the suit chuckled and told Jennifer, "I'm not surprised. It isn't well known, even within the regular espionage circles. It was a fairly ambitious attempt to make a weapon that would destabilize an enemy army or even an enemy population. Unlike traditional Bio-warfare that just causes death, the new weapon would be more, um, sensational but at the same time less horrible." Jennifer looked confused, so the woman continued. "You see, the biggest problem with weapons of mass destruction is that you can't actually use them. You nuke them, they nuke you. You deadly virus them, they either deadly virus you or maybe even your own comes back at you. But this was an attempt to make a weapon that COULD be used. Nuclear warfare without the world destroying side effects. They wanted no less than to transform a given population in a way that would make them unwilling to fight, but would also not cause destruction in a way that would invite nuclear retaliation. They wanted a weapon that could edit people, transform them. The end goal was to have a controllable way to turn everyone they didn't like into Winona Ryder." "Excuse me?" Jennifer asked with a very confused look on her face. The woman leaned in towards Jennifer and told her, "It sounds outlandish, I know, but think about it. They push a button, all the enemy soldiers turn into a well known 5' 3" actress. Not only are the soldiers physically weakened, but command structures break down because everyone looks and sounds the same, morale then breaks, and the ability to fight as a cohesive unit is all but eliminated. BUT, all of those Winona Ryder clones are still alive, and they can all go home to their wives for an awkward reunion. The ruskies thought this would be just the right amount of horror, the kind that would win a war, but not bring about global nuclear doom. They even had an over the top plan to turn everyone in the USA into Winona Ryder clones, which would cause a fertility crisis and eventual population collapse in addition to allowing easy military conquest." Jennifer took a few moments to picture everyone being Winona Ryder. She then asked the obvious, "Why Winona Ryder?" The FBI guy just shrugged and told her, "It was probably the best known actress they had DNA for at the time." Then she asked, "And this project, that's what the terrorists stole from the Chinese?" One of the FBI guys at the table spoke up. "Not quite. Project Actress was fringe science, an experimental experiment of a vague idea. But we think the Chinese succeeded where the Russians failed. We think they had a viable weapon, and New Future stole the plans and built one of their own. Except they changed the template to transform the Senator's wife into a male version of herself. New Future is strongly against many of the conservative positions held by the senator. Especially his positions against homosexuality. By putting him into a technically homosexual relationship, they hope they will bring shame and humiliation to him. Maybe even teach him a life lesson or something." The other FBI guy at the table then threw a small bag that had a strip of paper in it onto the table. The strip was recognizable as the strip of paper that is normally found inside a fortune cookie. Jennifer could make out that it read:, "Now you know how it feels." The FBI guy who had tossed the bag asked Jennifer, "Did you serve fortune cookies with the desserts last night?" Jennifer responded, "Well, yes. The dinner was our traditional Chinese 8 course banquet. We still serve fortune cookies with dessert though, because most American guests expect it." "Did you serve dessert to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzpatrick?" "I did." "Who plated their meals?" Jennifer thought back for a bit, trying to remember the night before. "Well, mostly it was Jeff. But the dessert course was plated by Ivan, because Jeff got a phone call." The FBI guys looked at each other. Then the woman who was now standing behind Jennifer asked her, "Ivan Jalisco?" Jennifer turned to look at the woman and replied, "Yeah. He's a line cook, Jeff dumps stuff on him all the time." One of the guys in suits still at the back of the room said, "She's reading as clean. And her scan indicates she had no prior knowledge of either the Tianjin hack or Project Actress." Jennifer got another confused look and asked, "My..scan? What?" One of the FBI guys at the table told Jennifer, "Don't worry about it. We had to tell you certain things to see if you knew certain things. Now, you can either sign this non-disclosure policy and then never speak of this again, OR you can take a vacation in Guantanamo Bay. Your choice." The 2 FBI guys brought out some paperwork for Jennifer to sign. As they went over it with her the woman rejoined her two colleagues from the back of the room and the three of them walked out into the hallway. The woman sighed and told her two colleagues, "Damn. After Ivan came up clean I was hoping that was going to go differently." One of the men nodded and said, "Well, if Ivan is telling the truth that he wasn't at work last night and Jennifer is telling the truth that Ivan WAS at work last night that can only mean that the Ivan at the hotel was not Ivan." The other man nodded, then said, "If they are using the tech on themselves, they must have figured out a way to edit the genes more than one time without causing irreparable damage. Unless of course they found a member who not only wanted to look like a pudgy balding line cook for the rest of their life, but also a member who will never be able to be seen in public again because we're adding that pudgy face of Ivan's to the facial recognition database." The woman shook her head, "Jesus, they are moving right along. At this rate they will eventually figure out how to make a template-less change. Then we're all fucked." -- Ben poured himself a glass of whiskey. Yeah, it was only 11:30 am, but it had been a hell of a day already. He had woken up this morning with a strange man sleeping in his bed. Ben had lept out of bed and grabbed his gun from the nightstand, then started yelling at the sleeping man to get out. The man in Ben's bed woke up just as startled and confused as Ben had been. He saw Ben waving the gun and yelling, so he pushed the covers back to get out of bed. As the covers moved away from him, it revealed he was wearing a woman's night gown. Ben recognized it was the night gown his wife Karen had worn the night before. As the confused man in the far too small nightie stood up, he said, "Ben, it's me.. wha." The man then grabbed his throat, seemingly surprised by the sound of his own voice. "What the hell..." he muttered. The man then felt his chest, and his eyes went wide in surprise. His hands explored the rest of his body as Ben watched in confusion. He was becoming frantic, and began crying. The man then looked right at Ben and asked him with tears in his eyes, "Ben, what happened to me?" Ben scowled. "What do you mean? Who the fuck are you?" The man in the nightie looked right at Ben and told him, "Ben, it's me, Karen, your wife. I..." The man then turned and ran into the bathroom and shut the door. Ben just stood there, processing what exactly was going on. Inside the bathroom Karen looked at herself in the mirror to find the face staring back at her was not her own. As she felt her masculine face and muttered, "no" over and over it began to sink in that somehow, against all logic, she was now a man. She peeled off the far too tight nightie and looked down to confirm that she did indeed have a penis. In fact, it was the largest penis she had ever seen in real life, and it was a part of her body. Karen spent several minutes examining herself, and she found nothing female or even feminine. She was 100% male, and no evidence of her lifetime of being female remained. She found that she was rather skinny, the only positive change she had undergone. For years she had struggled with her weight, dieting and exercising nearly constantly. But, whatever process had twisted her body into its current form seemed to have consumed all that excess weight. Karen's self-inspection was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. She heard her husband yell, "Whoever the fuck you are, I called the cops, so you better leave." Karen didn't know how to explain to her husband that she was herself, as she didn't know exactly how or why she looked the way she did. But, she picked up the tattered nightie and held it over her groin to try to cover herself as best she could. If Ben hadn't seen her massive dick, he certainly didn't need to see it right now, he was upset enough. "I'm unarmed, I'm coming out, please don't shoot me," Karen yelled, before slowly opening the door. Karen emerged to find her husband back on the other side of the room, and once again pointing the gun at her. Karen just stood there for a moment, an awkward man using a torn woman's nightie to cover his junk. Finally she gained the composure to talk. "Ben, I know this is insane, but, I...I'm your wife. I'm Karen." "Bullshit," Ben said tersely, as though he was spitting the word out. "Who the fuck are you, and where is my wife?" Karen was beginning to feel tears forming in her eyes again. "I have no idea how, but I woke up this morning looking like this. Please, put the gun down, we can try to sort this out later. I need to get to the hospital." Sirens interrupted the exchange. Before long several police officers came into the room and took Karen into custody. She was booked for unlawful entry, and for suspicion of kidnapping. Karen spent the next couple hours trying to convince the police she was in fact, Karen Fitzpatrick, the very person they suspected her of kidnapping. But finally, relief came for her when her DNA test the police had taken showed that she had near identical DNA to Karen Fitzpatrick, the only exception of course being that she now had a Y chromosome. She was heartbroken to hear that her very DNA had been changed, but she was glad at least she had some proof that she was herself in every way but physically. -- Ben was pouring himself a second whiskey when two men and a woman in suits walked into his office. One of the men held out his hand and offered an introduction. "Senator Fitzpatrick, I'm Nathan Lowe, special agent with the FBI." He then gestured to the other two and added, "This is special agent Trisha Frost, and special agent Brad Gowen." Ben shook each of their hands and gave a sort of puzzled look. "The FBI? You got here fast." Nathan nodded. "Our department monitors police databases for certain keywords, your situation triggered quite a few of them. I trust the police have filled you in on everything?" Ben let out a grunt and responded, "Yeah, they told me. So, the FBI has special queries for women turning into men overnight, do they? Does this happen all the time or something?" Nathan shook his head. "No, we believe your wife was the first victim of a highly advanced technology that was stolen by the terrorist group known as New Future." Ben recognized the name. "New Future? Well, they have been sending a lot of threatening messages to my office, so, I wouldn't be surprised if you are right." Nathan seemed surprised at the revelation. "Wait, you mean they were actively threatening you?" "Yeah, I told the police about it a little bit ago. They asked if anyone wanted me harmed, and I told them about the various people that send me threats on a regular basis. My views attract a certain amount of attention. A lot of people threaten me." Nathan told him, "Well, your views aside, we are going to look through all the threats, see if we can actually trace any of them back to New Future. Meanwhile, the police are already rounding up everyone who worked at the hotel last night. We will be conducting the interviews ourselves later this afternoon. We are also searching online for any unusual chatter." Ben just took a swig of his whiskey and then asked, "That's great and all, but, what about my wife? Will she be able to get back to normal?" The agents just sort of looked at each other for a bit before Trisha spoke up. "Mr. Fitzpatrick, we are barley aware of how we think this was accomplished. Even if it is how it was accomplished, we have no known way to correct it. In fact, our contacts within the CIA who alerted us to this technology tell us it cannot be reversed, as the process damages certain cell receptors that make reversal highly dangerous." Ben punched his desk and shook his head for a bit. "So...my wife is stuck being a man?" "You are welcome to seek medical opinions, but I am all but certain they will find the same conclusions as the doctors who have already examined her. Her body is in excellent health, but she is physically and genetically male. The only option to change that would be traditional gender reassignment, but...as you yourself have pointed out in your speeches, it does not change DNA." Ben glared at the woman, finished his whiskey in one big swig, and then tersely told the agents, "Thanks, you can leave now." -- Karen didn't like the idea of staying overnight in the hospital, but then again, the doctors were insistent that she stay overnight for observation, so she agreed. She was getting tired anyway, and so she was now lying in the hospital bed just processing everything. She had spent all morning in a police station, and all afternoon and evening in the hospital being examined by what seemed to be every doctor in the tri state area. They confirmed that she was a man, as if she needed any further proof than the cock and balls between her legs. But, since they had insisted on collecting a semen sample, she now had proof that her new genitals were in fact, very functional. It had been one of the most awkward moments of her life, aside from waking up as a man that morning of course. She was simply left naked in a hospital room holding a plastic cup. After a lot of experimentation, she eventually managed to get her first full erection. The doctors had gotten measurements earlier, so she knew now that her penis was 10.3 inches in length. Undoubtedly, whoever had done this to her made sure the DNA they injected into her would give her a well above average member for added effect. Since Ben was a fairly average endowed man, his penis was probably only 5 inches or so. Karen thought to herself that her penis was more likely than not literally twice as large as her husband's. After a lot more experimentation rubbing her hands along her obscenely large shaft, she got to have her first male orgasm. It was nice, but, she felt it was too concentrated in her groin. She managed to get her first ejaculation into the cup, at least. Karen was distracted by a knock at the door. "Come in," she said, in the voice she was still not used to. Slowly the door opened, and she saw her husband standing there, holding flowers. She wanted so badly to get out of the bed and run over to him and hug him and let him kiss her, but, she was well aware how she looked, and having a strange man leap at him might be a bit too much too soon for Ben. "Karen, is that you?" Ben asked as he came in and closed the door. "Yeah, it's me" she said while fighting back tears. Ben set the flowers on the table by the bed, and then sat down in the chair next to the bed. He then told her, "I'm sorry to ask, I just, I've only ever seen you like this once, and, I was sort of shook up this morning. I had to make sure it was you." Karen started openly crying, and Ben sat by the bed and held her hand, trying his best to comfort her. Karen appreciated the effort, but she couldn't help but focus on how much smaller his hands seemed in her now larger hand. When Karen finally stopped crying, Ben told her, "I would have come sooner, but the hospital kept saying you were unavailable until just a little bit ago. I also had to deal with the police and the FBI and.." Karen cut him off by saying, "It..it's fine, really. It would have been too weird having you see me getting poked and scanned like a lab animal. Plus, I think we both needed some time to process, well, this." There was a silence for a while, then Karen asked Ben, "Did they tell you they can't undo this?" Ben nodded. She then asked him, "Well, did they tell you that because they don't understand how this was done, I can't even start regular gender reassignment because it's too risky?" Ben's eyes widened and he replied, "No, they didn't mention that part." Karen sighed. "Yeah, they dropped that bomb on me just a little bit ago. But, I guess it's just as well, I have such a masculine frame and face it would have been tough to get me looking like a woman again anyway." There was another minute of silence before Ben spoke up. "I still love you." Karen looked at him with surprise. "You do?" Ben nodded. "Of course." "That's sweet Ben but I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to separate. I mean, I'm a man. I don't expect you to stay married to a man. Or, you know, have sex with..a man." Ben paused for a bit, to think some rather uncomfortable thoughts. "I uh, know it is going to be rough, but, I want us to at least try to work this out together." Karen shook her head and said firmly, "You are still young. You're only 36. You are only 2 years into your first term as Senator. You have so much going for you, you can't let this hold you back. You could find a nice woman to finally have kids with and..." Ben saw Karen's firmness give way to more crying as she contemplated that they might not stay together, and even if they did stay married, they would never have the children they had planned on. Ben and Karen had put off having a family as they both focused on their education, then their business, then Ben's political ambitions. They had postponed their future and now they could never have it, at least not in any way they had planned. -- Karen took a big drink from her sports bottle, and wiped the sweat away from her eyes. She had been on the treadmill for 15 minutes, but it felt like an hour already. The doctors had her on a fairly robust fitness plan, as they were worried about her being too malnourished and lean from her transformation. Her body's cells had been forced to use the raw materials contained within her existing female body as they divided and multiplied out into her new male one. It had left her a little too thin and stretched out looking. It had been only been 2 weeks since she had been transformed, but already the exercise was starting to pay off. She was feeling better and looking a little less gaunt. She had exercised a lot as a woman to try to keep the weight off, but her new male body was seeming far more responsive to her effort. There were very few upsides to her situation, so she took what she could get. Besides, if you're going to be a man, might as well be a good looking man, right? Ben was spending a lot of time at his office. Congress was not in session, but he still had a lot of work to do. He had briefly considered resigning, but Karen had talked him out of it. If he resigned, he would just be letting the terrorists win. It was a lot of work getting elected at 34, and he shouldn't throw that away. So far, their relationship was maintaining a tenuous hold. They were very nice towards each other, but neither of them were comfortable hugging, kissing, or doing anything considered romantic. Karen had been sleeping in the guest bedroom, as she was not yet ready for Ben to wake up to discover her overgrown morning wood pressing into his backside. Karen thanked what few lucky stars she had left that she had been wearing her oversized nightgown the night she transformed. Had Ben awoken to a naked man with a porn star sized cock, she might have been shot that morning. After her workout was finished, she headed to the bathroom to shower. After turning on the water to let it warm and then stripping off her clothes, she paused a bit to look once again at the strange man in the mirror. She was still not used to her reflection, but she was starting to come to terms with it at least. As she entered the shower and let the water run over her she felt her cock stir ever so slightly. Karen had taken to masturbating in the shower, and so the damn thing now seemed to be anticipating another release. Karen hated how her male body was horny all the time. She hoped that over time she'd learn to control her urges a bit better, but given how most guys acted, that was unlikely. Karen ran her tongue over her lips as her mind turned once again to sex. She then felt her cock stiffen, and grow. Soon, her full 10 inch monster stood hard and proud against the torrent of water falling upon it. Karen was of course uncircumcised, so she pulled her foreskin back to fully reveal the pink yet slightly purple head of her thick shaft. She entered into the familiar stroking motion, working the area just below the head that seemed to be the sweet spot. After a few minutes she felt her balls contract and she grunted as she came. In several hard spurts her cum erupted from her penis and fell against the shower wall. Karen watched as her thick semen was quickly washed away by the falling water. The results of Karen's semen sample showed that not only was she producing sperm, she was producing a lot of them. She wasn't just a fully fertile male, she was actually in the top 5% as far as sperm count and quality goes. And that sample had been taken before her testicles had really gotten going. In the two weeks since her change, Karen noticed her balls had grown substantially as they got into full swing and her body's new male hormones did their thing. Karen did not enjoy being a male, but admittedly she was a little proud she was such a virile one. After her shower, Karen went to the sink and coated her face in shaving cream. She had hated shaving her legs as a woman, but that had been nothing compared to dragging a razor over her face each day. She was getting better at it, but she still seemed to end up with a few cuts each time. Karen had thought a few times about just letting her beard grow out, but that probably would be a bit much for Ben to handle at this time. -- As Karen entered the room, she felt as though she was staring into the sun. Thousands of flashes lit up the room in brilliant white. She squinted through the glare to see her husband Ben standing at the podium, smiling at her. She held her composure, and forced a smile. This was the big reveal. They had kept Karen's condition secret for a month, a true feat in this day and age. But, they couldn't keep it secret forever, and so they had decided to hold an official press conference. Soon, thousands of news outlets all over the country would have her face under the headlines of, "New Future group carries out bio attack against wife of US Senator Fitzpatrick!" Karen submitted to the frantic questions of wild eyed journalists, all of them eager to bring up her husband's past positions on traditional family values. All of them seemed to have no sympathy for her, they just wanted that soundbite that captured the hypocrisy of Ben's positions on political issues. The truth was, Ben didn't really care about that stuff all too seriously. Karen knew he had to stand firm on that stuff to win in their home state and curry favor with the party, but in private all he really thought was that a traditional family unit was the best for raising children. Ironic, of course, now that he was in a technically same sex marriage. After 30 minutes of grilling, their lawyer went to the mic and told the press the briefing was over. As soon as Karen was backstage and back in private, she breathed a sigh of relief. Karen turned to Ben and told him, "Holy hell, I'm glad that's over." Ben chuckled. "I think it went rather well, they were even sort of nice, actually." "I bet I looked like a damn fool." Ben touched her shoulder gently and told her, "You did fine, really." Karen smiled at him, and she also appreciated at the nice gesture of him touching her shoulder. It had been a month since she had changed, and it was the first time he had touched an area of her body aside from her hands. Karen shook her head and said, "Ugh, can you believe the gall of that one guy, asking me what my new name is going to be? I never said I was changing my name! He just assumed that because I look like Ryan Reynolds now, I have to have a guy's name. I'm still Karen Fitzpatrick, I'm still the same woman inside, and I'm not changing who I am just because some assholes gave me penis." Karen saw Ben wince a bit at the mention of 'penis'. They hadn't really talked about it much, and after a month of not talking about it much, the topic had gotten a little awkward. She let out a quick, "Sorry." "It's ok, really hun," Ben told her with a genuine tone. Karen smiled at Ben. He had been there for her over the past month. He was staying true to his word to stick it out. And now, their situation was public knowledge as well. Sure, their relationship didn't really have the romance it once did, but he made every effort to spend time with her and talk to her about how she was feeling. She knew he still loved her and cared about her, even though he wasn't attracted to her male body. -- Karen tapped nervously at the car's armrest, and tugged at her tight collar that seemed to be strangling her. She couldn't believe she was wearing a tuxedo, of all things. Of course, it wouldn't look appropriate if she showed up to a black tie party wearing a dress, given her current condition. "I cannot believe you talked me into this," Karen whispered to Ben just quiet enough so she thought the limo driver couldn't hear her. Ben looked back at her with a raised eyebrow. "You used to like these insipid parties." "Well, yeah, when I was a woman. I mean, I'm still not comfortable with all this, and believe me my change is all that people are going to talk about all night." "Tell them you don't want to talk about it." Karen let out a frustrated 'pfft'. "Well, then they'd just want to talk about politics." When the limo finally arrived at the front of the building, Karen and Ben stepped out to the usual throng of flashing press cameras. It was near constant, these days. Over six weeks since the announcement, and they were still in the news. The country was transfixed on the woman who became a man overnight. The party went pretty much as Karen had expected, but at least the food and drinks were top notch. The party was a fundraiser for a charity, and the donors footing the bill for the event had spared no expense showing off their goodwill. It took a lot more booze to get her new larger male body buzzed, but after 3 hours of partying she was feeling pretty loose. She was mildly drunk, in fact. All of a sudden, a blonde woman in a blue dress ran up to her and hugged her. Karen was taken aback for a spit second, but then recognized the woman as Amanda Barnes. Amanda was the wife of one of Ken biggest donors, and Karen and she had spent many parties just like this talking about various things. Karen didn't think of her as a friend friend, but rather someone she talked to sometimes at parties. Amanda shrieked and said, "Oh my god, Karen, it's so good to see you again! It's just so awful what they did to you. How are you and Ben getting along?" Karen shrugged and told her, "About as well as can be expected, I guess." Amanda looked Karen over a few times and told her, "Well, you look amazing, anyway, for a guy I mean." "Thanks," Karen muttered to her. Ben then walked up to re-join his wife. As he stood next to her Amanda looked at the two of them and said, "Oh, my god, I didn't notice this when I saw you guys on TV, but, Karen, are you taller than Ben now?" It was yet another uncomfortable fact that neither Ben nor Karen liked to talk about. She was now 5'11, and Ken was 5'10. Karen was in fact, and inch taller than her husband. An inch may not sound like much, but when a 5'7 woman becomes a guy and is now 5'11, it's just yet another thing to drive home the fact she has changed. When they stand next to each other Karen is now looking ever so slightly down at his eyes as they talk. "Yeah, she's taller than me now, but only by an inch" Ben said with a fake laugh. Karen didn't respond at all, because she wasn't paying attention. She had been staring at Amanda, or, more specifically, Amanda's tits. Karen had known Amanda a long time, but this was the first time Karen had really paid attention to how attractive the blonde trophy wife was. Her slightly intoxicated mind found itself wandering to thoughts of Amanda bent over, naked, her juicy pink pussy just waiting, begging to be penetrated by her long thick cock. And before Amanda even realized it was happening, she felt the front of her pants begin to tighten as blood filled her penis. Suddenly terrified at the thought of having a massive boner tenting her pants for all to see, Karen quickly told Amanda and Ben, "Excuse me, I have to go the restroom" before walking as quickly as possible towards the back of the banquet hall. Karen saw the Men's room, but didn't want to go in there as there may be other guys in there. And she really couldn't use the women's restroom. So, Karen quickly ducked into the handicap accessible single bathroom without anyone noticing. After locking the door, Karen quickly unbuttoned her pants that were now at the point of bursting from her growing erection. When the pants were loose, she pulled out her dick and let it reach full stiffness. The sounds of Karen's heavy breathing filled the otherwise silent bathroom as she watched her erection grow to a hardness she hadn't known it was capable of. Gently, carefully, Karen ran her fingers over her hard cock, which seemed to pulse and ache with desire. Knowing this desire wasn't going to fade anytime soon, Karen gave in, and let her mind drift back to her earlier thoughts of fucking Amanda. Her hand gripped her cock more firmly, now stroking to the dirty thoughts that flowed through her mind. After several minutes of building to an incredible height of ecstasy, Karen felt the crashing release of orgasm. Her cock erupted with a torrent of hot cum, some of which shot past the sink and landed against the back splash. Now panting, spent, and slightly sweaty, Karen looked again in the mirror. She saw a familiar and yet unfamiliar face looking back at her. She was seeing a side of herself she hadn't wanted to face before. When she had regained composure, she carefully cleaned up all of her semen, washed her hands, and made her way back out to the party. She felt embarrassed the rest of the night, feeling as if people knew what she had done. Karen didn't really believe anyone had seen her erection, or her ducking into the bathroom. Even if they had, no one could have known she jerked off in the handicap bathroom to thoughts of fucking a woman, but Karen felt embarrassed anyway. -- Karen picked up the 50 lb weights and began her bicep curls. She had been exercising as a man for only 3 months, but she already had her old weights blown out of the water. Karen was still surprised by how easily her male body put on muscle, she may actually have to tone things down a bit to prevent bulking up too much. Karen was aware that she was probably stronger than Ben, by now. Even though they weren't arm wrestling or anything, she had been with him for a long time and knew about how strong he was and how often he worked out. And to be blunt, he didn't work out much given his hectic schedule. But Karen on the other hand had plenty of free time. Being a celebrity freak kept her inside the house most of the time. She was becoming very fit, and to her own conflicted sense of attraction, rather good looking. Not that Ben would consider her good looking, of course. Their relationship seemed paused on friendly hugs. Karen had watch Ben give several interviews since the big announcement a couple months back. The topic of their sex life has come up in public a few times. On one program, the host bluntly asked Ben, "You campaigned on restoring traditional family values, have you considered divorcing your wife now that she is a man?" "Of course not," Ben replied. "So you plan to stay in a gay marriage then?" Ben scowled and told him, "She became a man through no fault of her own. She is a victim in all this." "So you still think of her as a woman?" "Yes" The host shuffled his papers and then asked, "How can you contend that your male wife is a woman when you publicly denounced the gender neutral bathroom bill in your state? Didn't you say that anyone with a penis is a man?" "Those are different topics, and you know it" Ben said rather loudly. "I don't think they are," the host said smugly. "You actively discriminate against members of the LGBTQ community, yet when you suddenly find yourself in a homosexual and/or transgender relationship, you want everyone to accept it despite your public record." "I just want to keep men away from little girls in bathrooms." The host looked at Ben for a moment, then asked him, "Which restroom does your wife use?" Ben paused a little before answering, "She uses the men's room." "Do you have sex with your wife?" Ben got visibly angry. "That's none of your business." "Oh I know, I just want to get it on record that the man who has sex with another man once said, and I quote, 'The supreme court got it wrong on gay marriage, the states should decide who gets to marry'. Didn't your state pass a constitutional amendment establishing marriage as being between a man and a woman before that supreme court ruling?" Ben replied, "That quote is taken out of context, and obviously my situation is different." "But you gotta admit, it SEEMS hypocritical, doesn't it?" Ben crossed his arms and told him, "I'm sure that's what the terrorists were going for." Ben was having to do a lot of backpedaling on his old positions. He wasn't fully supportive of all the progressive social issues, but gone were the fiery denunciations that he once used to rile the voters of his home state and get elected. Like the voting public, Karen was having a tough time telling what it was that Ben really wanted. On one hand, she knew that Ben still loved her and cared about her deeply. He wouldn't be going through such a very public gauntlet if he didn't. But at the same time Karen knew that Ben was repulsed by her very male body. He was a heterosexual man, after all. Karen couldn't really blame him for not being attracted to her. At the same time though, Karen didn't want to be in a marriage where she was just friends with her spouse. She was a fit, attractive, and highly sexual man. She had needs now that were beginning to outgrow her current situation. As Karen finished her set, she set the weights down and took a few moments to catch her breath. She then headed to the bathroom, to remove her clothes and get ready to shower. She turned to face the man in the mirror, looking again at the body she was becoming increasingly comfortable with. She gave her biceps a little flex, and watched them pop. She did a few more poses, admiring her form. She was the kind of man she would have been very attracted to if she was still a woman. But she wasn't a woman, and attraction was sort of a grey area in her mind now. After the incident at the party, Karen had been trying to confront her growing desire to have sex with a woman. Her female mind had been marinating in testosterone for 3 months now. Karen was more man than she cared to admit at times. Her old thoughts and desires were there, but they were getting covered over more and more by a more primal masculine desire to fill vaginas with sperm. Karen closed her eyes for a minute and let those feelings run rampant in her mind. When she opened her eyes again she saw her impressive 10 inch cock standing at full attention. Karen then stepped into the shower and performed her all too routine masturbating. But now, it wasn't memories of Ben making love to her as a woman that fueled her drive. Karen now thought primarily about using her penis on a woman. In her mind she was on top now, she was doing the fucking. -- Ben watched Karen reach for the remote, and he noticed the way his arms rippled with muscle. Karen was getting downright fit, and he was making him feel a little inadequate. He was taller than him and stronger than him now. Ben loved Karen more than anything, but this situation had him perplexed, even after over three months had passed. Karen was a man, and he was acting more and more like a typical man each day. For example, right after he changed Karen would spend hours talking about his feelings and other people, much as he had done when he was a woman. But recently, Karen didn't talk about his feelings, he talked about stuff, just like a typical guy. And now, during what was supposed to be a romantic movie night, Karen had wanted to watch the latest installment of the super hero, "Cinematic Universe". Ben had wanted to watch it too, but hearing his wife talk about how he had watched all the previous movies on Netflix and was excited to see the new one was a little weird. He had used to enjoy, well, more feminine things. Karen turned the volume up a couple clicks, so they could hear the dialog a little better. He then set the remote down and turned to Ben and asked, "Is that better?" Ben nodded. Karen then leaned back into the couch, and put his feet up on the coffee table. Ben looked over at Karen, who was wearing black sweat pants and a grey T-shirt. Ben tried to picture Karen from before, tried to imagine how she would look right now, sitting there. But it was hard to see past the man before him. Ben felt Karen's sprit, of course, it was still her inside that man, but there was no doubt he was now a man. Karen's mind had been twisted into a masculine form just as his body had. Ben knew that he had to reconnect with Karen, or he would risk losing him forever. He shouldn't have waited so long. When the time seemed right, Ben forced himself to scoot closer to Karen on the sofa. It felt weird, but, he did it anyway. Karen obviously saw and felt his husband moving in closer, but he didn't react in any apparent way. Ben then made the move of putting his arm around Karen, and leaning his head against his shoulder. This time, Karen's body language tensed up a bit. He was clearly just as uncomfortable as Ben was. Over 3 months of being, "just friends", was a lot to overcome. And obviously, there was still the fact that both of them were men. Karen turned toward Ben a bit and asked him, "What are you doing?" Ben replied, "Isn't it obvious? I wanted to cuddle." Karen lifted his eyebrows a bit. "Yeah, but, you know...it's been a while. I didn't think you were comfortable doing that stuff anymore." Ben looked up at Karen and told him, "I miss you so much. I just want to be close to you again." Karen had tears forming in both his eyes. He looked Ben back right in the eyes and asked him, "Do you think we can be close again?" Ben had a small smile, then told him, "I want to try." Karen sniffled, and wiped the tears from his eyes. "I've changed so much Ben, more than you even know....I...I just don't know if it would work. I worry that if we push things too far, both of us could get hurt. And then we would be risking what we have right now." Ben thought for a moment. "I still want to try. We're married. We've been together for a long time and we've built a life together. If going forward we can't be together like we were before, then you deserve the opportunity to find happiness with someone else." "Let's...just take it slow at first." "I can do that." Karen smiled at him, and Ben turned his head back towards the TV, before he let it rest once again upon Karen's shoulder. After a short while, Karen leaned his head against Ben's, and they watched the rest of the movie. -- Karen awoke to sunlight in his eyes. He had the curtains drawn, but the morning sun had found its way through a gap, and was shining directly in his eyes. Karen got out of bed and pulled open the curtains, revealing a very beautiful day. Karen looked out over the backyard patio and pool area, and noticed their pool was looking very inviting. It had been filled over a week ago, and it should be warm enough to use by now. The outside may still be a bit chilly, but Karen decided to risk it. He put on the new swim trunks he had bought online and headed outside. It still felt weird to him to be outside walking around topless. Karen hadn't had breasts for almost 4 months now, but still, he had never been outside with his bare chest exposed before. It felt weirdly exhilarating. Karen dove into the pool, and began swimming a few laps. After crossing the pool a few times Karen stood in the shallows and wiped the water from his eyes. He looked over at the far side of the pool and saw Ben looking at him. Ben saw that Karen had noticed him, so he waved at him and said, "Morning, honey." "Morning hun," Karen told him back. "You're up early for a Saturday." Ben just shrugged. "I heard all the splashing and so I can down to see how the water was." "It's great, perfect temperature. The air is a bit chilly though." Karen couldn't help but notice Ben was staring at his chest. He then realized this was actually the first time he had seen him topless since he had become a man. Then Ben said, "You uh, you look nice. I mean, you're looking very healthy." Karen flashed a quick smile and replied, "Thanks." "Don't take this the wrong way, but, I really miss your boobs." Karen laughed. "I bet you do." Ben just looked uncomfortable for a bit. "You're handsome, hun. I'm really proud of how you've gotten in such good shape." "I try. Thanks, hun," Karen said back. Ben then shuffled off back to the house, and Karen resumed swimming. After a few more laps Karen heard a splash. He turned towards the sound and saw Ben had jumped into the pool. Karen playfully splashed at him, and he splashed him back. The two of them swam around for a while, before both ending up sitting in the shallows, talking to each other. They were laughing and having a good time. They had both been working on slowly re-integrating physical touch into their relationship over the past couple weeks. Still nothing overtly sexual, but they were hugging, hand holding, and doing some light cuddling now. Now in the pool, next to his shirtless wife, Ben worked up the courage to place his hand upon Karen's bare chest. "It's so...hard," Ben said softly. Karen just tensed his lips together, not sure what to say. Ben continued to move his hand over his chest, feeling his body in that area for the first time since he became a man. Long gone was the softness of breasts, it had been replaced by hard pectoral muscles shaped by months of exercising. Even his nipples had been shrunken and shaped by masculinity. There was truly no hint that he had ever been female. His hand still on Karen's chest, Ben looked up and met his eyes. Karen saw in him an acceptance of his body, an acceptance of his masculinity. He then made a bold move of his own, he leaned in and gave Ben a kiss on the lips. Both of them were silent for a moment, taking in the feelings of their first kiss since Karen became a man. Then they both leaned into each other and kissed again, only this time Karen let her tongue make its way into Ben's mouth. Ben had his eyes closed, but the fact that he was kissing a guy was still a little too much to handle. Karen hadn't shaved yet that morning, and his stubble was scratching his face a bit. Even through the weirdness though, that slight tingle of excitement was there. It's like they were having their first kiss for the second time. When the kiss finally broke, Karen looked at Ben and told him, "I love you." "I love you too," Ben told him back with a smile. Karen then glanced towards the house. "We should get inside and get showered and have breakfast." Ben nodded, and the two of them got out of the pool and went in to the house. As soon as he had closed the door, Karen started heading towards his bedroom to get changed and showered. But, Ben called out to him before he could make it around the corner, saying, "Karen, wait." Karen stopped and turned, asking, "What?" Ben had a slight pause, then told him, "I want to see it." "See what?" Karen asked with a raised eyebrow. "Your...penis," Ben told him with a bit of nervousness in his voice. Karen let out a big sigh. "I just don't know if we're ready for that yet." Ben made a frustrated motion with his arms towards Karen. "This is as close as I've gotten to seeing you naked since you changed. I want to know what the rest looks like." Karen bit his lower lip. "What if what you see changes your feelings towards me?" "Change my feelings? I know you have a penis, Karen. What, are you hung like a horse or something?" "If I was, what would you think about that?" Ben was taken aback by his bluntness. "I guess I'd have to handle it, I suppose." Karen laughed. "Oh, you'd handle it, huh?" "You know what I mean." Karen let out another big sigh and told him, "Look, we've made a lot of progress these past couple weeks. Let's not push things too quick now, ok? If things keep going well, then maybe we can start doing other stuff. But right now, to be honest, I'm not ready to have you see me naked, and I doubt you really are either." Karen then turned around and made his way back to his bedroom. Once inside, he pulled off his swim trunks and stood before the full length mirror. His massive manhood had shrunken slightly from the pool, but it was still rather formidable. Karen had been with Ben a long time. He knew he was a vain and rather insecure man. Seeing his spouse has a cock twice the size of his own was going to be hard for him to take. -- Karen looked at the date on his phone. It had been 6 months to the day since he had been transformed. And, just yesterday, they got word that Karen's attacker had been captured. So, Karen was back at the police station filling out forms and getting a brief from both his lawyer and the FBI team. Apparently a member of New Future, a woman named Judy Kaufman, had used the technology on herself to become a twin of one of the line cooks at the hotel. Feeling a little bold after evading capture for so long, the transformed Judy stepped out to get some cigarettes and popped up on surveillance cameras which saw "Ivan" the line cook in a spot he normally wasn't. The fact that Judy was still stuck in her current form was actually bad news, in a way. Yes they captured the terrorist, but it also meant the group still lacked the ability to reverse the change. Though at this point, Karen wasn't sure if he'd even want to go back to being his old body. He had been a pudgy senator's housewife before. Fake smiling and fake laughing at parties pretending to have a good time. Now he was a man but he was in great shape, handsome, famous, and of course, he had a ten inch dick. Karen liked being a man. He liked feeling strong and powerful, and feeling so..virile. Being a man was addicting. Each time he ejaculated a thick sticky load of semen, it was like he was taking another hit of a drug. That evening when he got back home Karen talked to Ben about the terrorist capture. Ben had already heard about it during a security briefing, and like Karen he knew full well what it meant. "There's no going back," he said with a sigh of resignation. Karen put his hand on Ben's shoulder and told him, "If you're ready, I think it's time you saw me...all of me." Ben looked back at Karen and told him, "I'm ready." Karen led Ben out to the living room, and motioned for him to sit down on the sofa. He then took off his shirt, and also unbuckled and lowered his pants. Karen then stepped out of his pants and kicked them and his shirt off to the side. He now stood before Ben wearing nothing but his boxers. Karen hooked his thumbs into the band of his underwear and said, "Last chance." "Just do it already," Ben shot back. With a quick motion Karen complied, lowering his boxers down to his ankles. Ben's jaw dropped in shock as he took in the sight of the naked cock before him. He had suspected Karen was hung, but he had no idea how hung. Needless to say, he was very surprised. "Holy shit," Ben said. "Yeah," Karen said back, not sure how else to react. Ben just stared for a minute, then asked, "So, how big, exactly?" Karen told him, "When I'm fully hard, it's ten inches long." "Fuck, that's porn star big. That's insane." Karen smiled, then asked him, "Do you...want to see it erect?" Ben squirmed in his seat a bit, but then meekly said, "Yeah, I guess so." Karen closed his eyes, and after a few moments, Ben saw her cock begin to twitch, and slowly expand. Karen wasn't stroking it, she wasn't really doing anything other than standing there. But, whatever she was thinking about, it was making her aroused. Ben watched in awe as the massive cock grew and lengthened even further. It just kept going. Within a minute, Ben was just inches away from a long hard 10 inch cock. Ben could actually see Karen's cock jump ever so slightly with each of his heartbeats. Karen opened his eyes and looked down at Ben. Ben looked back up at her and muttered, "It's uh, very impressive." Karen smiled a wicked little smile, then told him, "Suck it." "Wh...what?" Karen looked right at him and said, "You heard me, suck my dick." Ben's eyes went wide and he said, "Hold on hun, I don't know if I'm ready to..." Karen interrupted Ben by saying tersely, "Just do it already." Ben resigned himself to his fate, and leaned forward on the sofa. He hesitated for a moment, but reached out and grasped the base of Karen's rod with his hand. He then opened wide, and took the tip of it into his mouth. Karen gasped at the sensation of Ben's lips passing over his penis. He had only ever known masturbation as a man, and this feeling was...so much more. "Oh yes," Karen said, "Suck my dick." Ben picked up his base, and started sucking with more enthusiasm. Part of him was screaming in disgust, another part was thrilled by the newness it. Ben had never thought he would find himself sucking a man's dick, and yet, here he was doing just that. Karen grabbed the back of Ben's head and tried to force more of his length into his mouth, but Ben started gagging, so he eased up a bit. After a few minutes, Karen felt the release of orgasm. Ben felt the rush of Karen's semen hit the back of his throat, and he was forced to swallow her load to keep from coughing. Karen collapsed onto the sofa next to Ben, and for a few minutes both of them just sat in silence, thinking about all that had just happened. Karen wondered if the goal of New Future had been to get Ben to divorce his transformed wife, or if they had actually planned on the married couple following the path they had just gone down. Maybe they wanted Ben to see that love can transcend gender and any other obstacle. Karen realized that Ben had changed almost as much as he had, even though he hadn't changed physically. Ben was a different person now, just as Karen was.