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"Wait. What?" I stared at Kylie with my mouth hanging open. She grinned back at me but remained silent, letting me process the bombshell news she had just given me. It had started out as our regular dinner out with our best friends, Vinny and Nikki. Kylie and Nikki had been college roommates and as close as sisters ever since. I took a gulp of my beer. Vinny shrugged with an expression of, "I don't know what to do either." Kylie lightly caressed Nikki's cheek with the back of her hand and finally broke the silence. "We're going to be lesbian lovers," she repeated. My head spun. This was apparently something our wives had been planning for some time. They had experimented back in college and wanted to further explore the lifestyle. As if that weren't shocking enough, they wanted Vinny and I to be a couple while they had their adventure. I put my elbows on the table and rubbed my temples with my hands. "I don't even know what to say." Fifteen minutes earlier, the most pressing thing on my mind was what appetizer to order. "It will be a growth experience for everyone," Nikki said. While she was a kind and thoughtful person, she appeared as the definition of "trophy wife." Her long blonde hair was piled up on her head, and her augmented breasts strained against the tight satin dress she wore. She circled the rim of her glass with a perfectly manicured French tipped nail. "This is insane." "It's perfectly sane, dear. It's just out of the ordinary." Kylie was attractive in a way that might be described as "handsome." She had strong facial features and broad shoulders and back from a lifetime of competitive swimming. I ordered another beer and tried to wrap my head around what was being presented. It wasn't permanent. They loved their husbands but wanted to break out of the routine and try something provocative. To make it more palatable to Vinny, I was to take Nikki's place. When they were done exploring, we'd all go back to life as normal. I concluded it was actually insane. "So, you two get to live out your lesbian fantasy. Vinny gets a new trophy wife." Nikki cringed when I used the term. "But I'm the one who has to get a sex change." "It's not a sex change. You'll just be living as a woman," Kylie said. "Why do I have to do it?" Even Vinny laughed at that. He was a six foot four inch former collegiate wrestler. I was barely five foot six and didn't weigh a hundred and forty pounds soaking wet. If one of us were to try to present as female, I would obviously be the more viable candidate. I pushed away from the table, announced that I needed some air, and left the restaurant. Kylie followed me. The late autumn air outside was biting and helped calm my racing pulse. "Are you okay?" she asked. "No. I'm not okay. My wife just announced she's leaving me to be a lesbian, and she wants me to be a transvestite with her lover's husband." "I'm not leaving you. I love you. As we said, it isn't forever." We walked along the sidewalk, dry leaves crunching beneath our feet. "Even accepting you and Nikki being-" I trailed off, unable to complete the thought or the sentence. I kicked a soda can into the street. "Why do Vinny and I have to pretend to be a couple? Why can't we just live our lives until you're done with your little fantasy?" "We thought about that. We thought it would be good for you two to have each other as support. You're best friends." She shrugged. "And you each might learn something about yourselves and the opposite sex." A week passed. It became clear that Kylie and Nikki were going to proceed regardless of what Vinny and I did. He and I talked. He viewed it as a challenge, a competition to be won. "They don't think we can do it," he said. "I don't think we can do it! And you're not the one who has to put on a dress." "I think you'll look pretty good in a dress." He laughed. "Thanks, pal," I said with as much sarcasm as I could cram into the words. In the end, I submitted and agreed. I loved my wife. I was afraid of losing her forever, but I felt if I didn't go along, that was a certainty. They already had all the logistics worked out. Nikki would move in our house with Kylie. I would move in with Vinny. Kylie's parents had passed away and left her a sizeable inheritance. I did some freelance graphic design work but jobs and careers weren't really an obstacle for us. Finally, we were all in the admissions office of a hospital. Kylie and I hugged. I was crying. I was going to leave that hospital with breasts. "You're going to be beautiful," she said. "I don't want to be beautiful. I just want to be your husband." "Try to enjoy the ride." She went to hug Nikki. I was surprised to learn she was also being admitted. Vinny was very caring and attentive during my recovery. I laid in bed looking around what was now "our" bedroom. My body hurt all over. My lips felt like balloons from the fillers injected. Even with the bandages, I could see the mounds on my chest. My ass ached from the implants there. I hadn't even known butt implants were a thing. I cried a lot. The doctor had said I would be very emotional as I adjusted to the hormone therapy. Vinny brought me soup and sat on the bed, and we watched Sportscenter. I exited the doctor's office, and Vinny was waiting outside. I was still tender, but all the bandages had been removed. A man entering the building held the door for me and said, "Here you go, miss." I lowered my head and cringed. Even in my normal clothes, I appeared more female than male. We went home, and he grabbed us a couple beers. We sat on the couch and watched the game. For the first time since it all began, I thought it might not be all bad. Then, the doorbell rang. He answered it, and three women carrying all sorts of bags and boxes came in. "I'll leave you ladies to it," he said, including me in the phrase, and he went out to the garage. I sighed. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. They were my "beauty squad" as they called it. Extensions were added to my hair, and it was colored a rich honey blonde. Long lashes were woven into my own. My ears were pierced. My finger and toenails were manicured with French tips. My whole body was waxed. They explained the assorted makeups they applied to me. I was cinched into a corset. It pushed my double D breasts up and narrowed my waist to accentuate my already plump ass. I was shown what a gaff was and how to wear it. I sat in the corset, my pink panty gaff, and a long pink satin robe. My new hair kept getting in my face, and I poked myself in the eye with my new nail trying to brush it away. I started crying again. "Oh honey, it's okay," one of the women, Sonia, said, and they all huddled around to comfort me. "Let's go look at your wardrobe," one said. "That always cheers me up." "My" wardrobe, I thought. Nikki and I were close enough in size that I supposed I could wear all her clothes. We entered the walk in closet that was all mine now. I hadn't been in it before. Rows and rows of dresses, blouses, and skirts hung on the walls. There was an entire wall of high heeled shoes. All the clothing I had loved seeing Nikki in was now mine. I reached out to touch a lacy blouse and noted how dainty my hand now looked. Sonia was looking in "my" lingerie drawers and giggled. "Honey, you have some beautiful lingerie, but all your bras are too small." We all laughed, and I found a strange satisfaction in having bigger breasts than Nikki. They showed me how to put on nylons, and I shivered the first time I slid one leg against the other. I was taught how to attach the garter straps from my corset to the tops of my stockings. Everything was more difficult with my long nails. I tried on outfit after outfit, and the girls told me what worked and what didn't. I wobbled about in my high heels and practiced walking and sitting. They corrected my movements, heel in front of toe, arm bent, limp wrist, knees together when sitting, and on and on. We all giggled. I stood in a high waisted white pencil skirt and a blue satin blouse. It was unbuttoned enough to show my bountiful cleavage and the white lacy top of my bra. My legs were encased in shiny suntan stockings and five inch white pumps. My big gold hoop earrings dangled against my neck, and my beautiful locks were pulled up in a soft updo. I stared at myself in the mirror. "Girl, looking like that you will have your husband wrapped around your finger." I smiled at that idea then blew a kiss at my reflection with my pouty pink lips. "Wow," I said. The glamorous illusion was shattered by the sound of the male voice coming out of my beautiful face. So, I practiced raising an octave and speaking in a breathy voice until I sounded like Marilyn Monroe singing happy birthday, Mr. president. They showed me how to air kiss so as not to mess up my makeup, and we all hugged. They left me with several tutorial videos and departed. I continued practicing walking and moving and explored my wardrobe some more. I had so much beautiful lingerie that I suddenly couldn't wait to wear. I also had a whole dresser full of sweats and flannel, and I couldn't even understand the point of wearing that when I could be wrapped in silk and satin. Vinny just stood staring at me with his mouth open. I put a hand on my waist to pose. "Do you like?" I asked in my sexy voice. He stuttered. "You look incredible, like a human barbie doll." "That will be my name then. Call me Barbie." I sat on the couch, smoothing my skirt and crossing my legs, to dangle my white pump in the air. He continued to stare at me. "Vinny, could you get me a glass of wine?" I cooed and fluttered my lashes. I smiled as he hurried off to the kitchen. This might be fun after all, I thought to myself. Vinny was sitting on the bed watching the sports channel that night when I came out of the bathroom in a floor length black satin nightgown and feather trimmed, high heeled slippers. He gulped. "You're wearing that to bed?" he asked. "Of course. What did Nikki wear?" "The glamor was all for public. In the house she was in nothing but sweats and flannel, and the sexy lingerie was only for special occasions." "Well, I will always look good for you then," I announced. "After all, I am your trophy wife." I giggled, and he laughed. I curled on the bed, and the slit in my nighty showed off my silky, smooth thigh. A couple weeks earlier I could not have imagined being in the same bed with him, but it didn't bother me. He shut off the television and light, and we each lay on our own side of the king-sized bed, but he kept tossing and turning. "What's the matter?" I asked. There was a long pause. "I'm too horny to sleep," he finally said. "What?" "Thinking about how sexy you look...." "Well, go jerk off or something." I was strangely pleased at arousing him. If I was going to be a trophy wife, I may as well be a good one. He went to the bathroom, and I drifted off to sleep. I continued to practice the art of being a woman for a few days. I knew I was more than passable, but there was something still scary about going out in public so I stayed home until I was about stir crazy. I was in a red satin wrap dress and strappy gold heels when Vinny came home from the office. "You get more beautiful every day," he said as he loosened his tie. "Thank you, 'darling'," I said. "Don't get too comfortable. You're taking me out." He smiled because he knew my fear of being in public. "Ready to unleash Barbie on the world?" "As ready as I'll ever be. Besides, I need new bras. All mine are too small." It didn't occur to me that I said mine instead of Nikki's. We went to the garage, and he opened the car door for me. I sat and swiveled my legs in. My dress parted enough to give him a full few of my stocking tops and garters. Neither of us considered that he was treating me as a woman, or that I was welcoming of that. He would have never considered opening the car door for me as his male buddy. At a high end lingerie shop, he stood awkwardly as I looked through the garments. I held up a shiny pink bra and asked him if he'd like to see me in it. He blushed, and I giggled. The power of being a beautiful woman was intoxicating. Leaving with several shopping bags that he carried for me, he asked if I'd like to get a drink, and I agreed. The lingerie shop was one thing. It was just us and a clerk. As we entered a crowded bar, I could feel eyes turning toward me, and I unconsciously held onto Vinny's arm. He leaned down and whispered to me. "Relax. They're only looking because you're the most beautiful woman in here." I squeezed his bicep in appreciation. We found two seats at the bar, and I was confronted with how to get onto the bar stool in my heels without giving the whole place a view of my garters and panties. Vinny put his hands on my waist and effortlessly lifted me up. He ordered us martinis, and I took a gulp to calm my nerves. As I looked around, I realized how many men were trying to subtly get a glimpse of me. Some just openly ogled me. The women looked at me with jealousy. I raised my glass to Vinny. "To us, darling." Things continued for a couple months. I began redecorating the house, making it mine and Vinny's instead of his and Nikki's. I'd wear sexy lingerie to bed each night, and he would go in the bathroom to relieve himself. Sometimes I would pose and dance for him just to further tease him. I found I could get men to do just about anything for me with a little cleavage and a flutter of my lashes. A new milestone occurred in the spring. Vinny owned a business consulting company, and they had won a huge contract. They were having a company event to celebrate it. It was my first time to be his trophy wife with his colleagues. He had told them that Nikki left him, and he'd started seeing me recently. I spent the day at the salon getting my hair and nails done. I stood in my pink satin robe, panties and high heeled slippers sorting through my dresses. I didn't know what to wear. Vinny leaned in the doorway watching me. "What?" I asked as I held up a black bandage dress in front of me then tossed it aside. "You look so adorable trying to find just the right outfit." I turned to face him, cupped my breasts, and traced the outline of my nipple protruding through the satin. That produced the immediate bulge in his pants that I expected. "Never call me adorable. And this is important. I need to look glamorous without looking like I'm trying too hard or looking slutty." I settled on a floor length black satin skirt and a shiny gold metallic top. I paired the outfit with strappy black heels and lots of gold jewelry. "How do I look?" I asked when I came downstairs. "Absolutely ravishing." "Thank you, darling." The event was wonderful. Vinny positively beamed having me on his arm, and I noted the admiration his employees gave him for being such an alpha male as to land a beauty like me. I was sipping wine and chatting with some female employees when the photographer asked for a picture of Vinny and me. We stood together, his arm around my waist. "Give her a kiss," the photographer said. We each hesitated for a moment. Then, I put my arms around his neck, and he pulled me to him, leaning me back, and our lips met. I parted mine, and let his tongue enter. I could feel every part of my body tingle as I sucked on his tongue. Everyone cheered, and he stood me back up. I felt flushed, and he gave me a shit eating grin. I pulled out my compact mirror to touch up my lipstick. The car ride home was quiet. It had been just a kiss done for show, but I think both of us felt that it was so much more. "I'm sorry," he said as he opened the door for me and we entered the house. "For what?" "For putting you in a position where you had to," he trailed off, "do that." "Don't be silly, darling," I said and unconsciously addressed him how I often did as a joke. "It was a wonderful evening, and if we're going to appear as a couple we need to be able to handle a kiss." "Well, maybe we should practice," and he gave me that devilish grin. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I didn't resist but found delight in his strength and assertiveness. My arms went automatically to his shoulders, and I ran my nails through his hair as I looked up into his eyes. He reached up and brushed my own hair back behind my ear, and leaned down to me. Ever so slowly, our lips touched. At first it was a simple peck. Soon it was a passionate embrace with me hungrily sucking on his tongue as he pressed me against the wall. Eventually we came up for air. I pulled myself from his arms and suggested it was time to go to sleep. After removing my makeup and completing my evening beauty routine, I emerged from the bathroom in my pink satin and lace teddy. He immediately rose from the bed to head for the bathroom for his release. "Stay. Do it here," I said. I wore sexy lingerie every night, aroused him, and forced him to go masturbate in the bathroom because he was such a gentleman, and I felt bad. "Are you sure?" The bulge in his boxers was enormous. "Yes. Watch me while you do it." I curled onto my side of the bed, caressing my breasts, leaning down to lick my own nipple. He immediately whipped it out and began stroking. I had never actually seen another man's erection, and I found it fascinating. I had learned how easily my beauty and sexuality could arouse men but watching it was a whole new level of power. "Mmmm, yes, stroke your cock for me." For my part, my fingers had found their way to my panties and were rubbing vigorously. We came almost simultaneously. He sprayed all over his hairy chest. I oozed into my teddy. I went to the bathroom to clean up and change into a fresh nighty and returned with a warm wash cloth. I was going to just hand it to him. Instead I first cleaned up his chest then worked my way down, finally holding his member to wipe up and down the shaft and around his balls. He almost immediately began getting erect again. "Whoah, big boy." I crawled into bed, and he leaned a big arm across me. "Hold me," I said, and he obediently scooped me up in a spoon position. "Well, that was some boundary crossed," he said. "We'll worry about that tomorrow, darling." I fell asleep with him nuzzling my neck and nibbling my ear. I awoke with the sun streaming through the window. I reached an arm back behind me, but he was gone. I lay there thinking about the events of the night before. We'd kissed. We'd made out. We'd both masturbated in the other's presence. It wasn't a big deal, I was trying to convince myself, when he entered the bedroom carrying a tray with coffee, fresh fruit, and a bouquet of flowers. "Good morning, beautiful," he said. I stretched like a cat. I might have purred when he put his big hand on my leg. "Thank you, darling," and I lifted up to kiss him. I smelled the musky scent of his cologne. He caressed my thigh as I sipped my coffee. "Now what?" he asked. "No decisions, no carefully laid out plans. Let's just continue to be us and see where it goes." "Can I kiss you in the meantime?" he asked. "You can kiss me all you wish, darling." That began a new phase in our relationship. He would randomly grab me during the day, pull me to him, and we'd engage in a passionate embrace. He brought me flowers nearly every day. We didn't talk about ramifications. We were back to being best friends, just with a whole new dynamic. He was courting me after the fact of our arbitrary relationship, and I loved it. He undressed, preparing to get in the shower. We had become accustomed to being naked in front of the other except I always kept my panties on in front of him. "You'd look better without all that hair," I said as he stood naked before me. "Oh?" "Then I could better see all those muscles." "Maybe you should help me," he grinned and led me by the hand to the shower. I took off my robe and bra but left my panties on. "You're going to shower with your panties on? I know what's in there. It isn't a secret." "I have my modesty," I giggled. I rubbed down his chest, back, and legs with depilatory cream, turned my back to him and wiggled out of my panties. Soon we were in the shower, and I rubbed away his body hair. "Soooo much nicer," I said as I kissed his smooth, muscular chest. His erection was pressing into my tummy. Mine was against his thigh. He guided my hand to his hard shaft and lowered his own to mine. I looked up at him as we began stroking one another. I shuddered as I came, and he held me close to him. Another boundary crossed. There were only a couple left. He came up behind me as I leaned over the bathroom counter applying my makeup and ground his crotch against me. I wiggled my ass in response. "God, you're so sexy," he said. "Thank you, darling." And I applied my mascara. "What do you want to do today?" he asked. "Let's go shopping." He sighed but said okay. "Not for me, silly. For you." I sat in my bronze satin blouse, black mid-thigh skirt, shiny black stockings and black platform pumps as he emerged from the dressing room. Like most men, he'd never given much thought to his appearance, and we were going to remedy that. He had on a navy blue linen shirt unbuttoned enough to show his chest and slim cut tan slacks that left little to the imagination in his groin area. "Mmmm, I like," I said. "The pants are a little tight," he said while adjusting himself. "Just how I like them." We left with several bags of new clothes for him then stopped at my salon. I spent enough time and money there that they were happy to fit him in without an appointment. His shaggy locks were soon sleek and combed back. I loved watching him put on his silk and lycra briefs. They outlined every nuance of his muscular ass and magnificent cock. That night we crossed one more boundary. Unable to keep my hands off his sexy package, I soon unwrapped it and gave my first blow job. I choked and gagged when he came in my mouth. Life continued on for another few weeks. The stylish new Vincent, as he decided was more sophisticated than Vinny, was confident and closed several new deals at work. I gave him frequent blow jobs, and we occasionally jacked each other off. I enjoyed being the beautiful wife of a hot, successful businessman. I thought there was only one boundary left. I was wrong. I was in my blue satin bustier with matching robe, stockings and white heels. He was in his yellow lycra briefs, and we were making out in bed. I was preparing to go down on him when he lowered himself between my legs. He kissed the bulge in my panties, and I gasped. He pulled my panties down and soon had given his first blow job. I lay back on the bed gasping and ran my nails along his smooth chest next to me. "I didn't see that coming," I said. "You deserve a considerate lover, and I kind of liked it." "You are an amazing man, darling." He curled me up in his arms. His wide chest pressed against my back, and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "I love you, Barbie," he whispered in my ear. I emitted a little squeak of joy and squirmed around to face him. "I love you, my darling man." We consummated and crossed the final boundary that night. I lubed him up thoroughly, but it was still painful as he entered me. He was gentle and caring and kept asking if he should stop. I encouraged him to continue. As I slowly adjusted to having his girth inside me, I felt a warmth rush over me. I thought that was amazing, but then he reached my prostate. An electric shock ran through my body, and I went rigid for a moment. "Should I pull out?" he asked. "Don't you dare." And I pushed my ass back against him. Soon, we were fucking like animals. He was thrusting his cock in me, and I was screaming for more. Life was wonderful for a few months. He made love to me in every position and in every room of our home. I hired an interior designer to come in and customize the house to truly be ours. Vincent let me do whatever I wanted with it. I went on a massive shopping spree to replace my wardrobe and disposed of everything that used to be Nikki's. Finally, it was my home, my man, and the true me. It was not lost on me that I felt this to be the authentic version of myself. We were on the couch, me curled on his lap, and he watched a baseball game. I thumbed through a fashion magazine. His phone rang. It was Nikki. She and Kylie wanted to get together for dinner and catch up. He agreed to a time and place a couple days in the future. My female insecurities fully emerged as thoughts raced through my head of him leaving me to return to her. I stomped up to the bedroom. I was crying on the bed when he came in. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked. "You're going to leave me for her," I sobbed. He sat on the bed and stroked my hair. "No, I'm not," he said. "They were our wives and deserve an explanation." I kept crying. He went to his closet and returned with something behind his back. "I was hoping for a more romantic moment for this, but now seems like a good time," he said and kneeled down beside me. I lifted my head. He brought a small jewelry box from behind his back and opened it before me. A beautiful diamond ring glittered before my eyes. "Barbie, you have made me happier than I have ever been, I love you, and I would be honored if you would be my wife." I gasped and then cried new tears of joy. I grabbed his strong jaw and kissed him. "I love you so much, my darling man! Yes, yes, yes! I want to be your wife." We spent the whole afternoon making love. I sucked him, he sucked me. He fucked me. I lay with my lungs heaving, my breasts lifting with each breath. "You are magnificent, my love," I said. At other times I felt a nagging voice in my head telling me it was all a charade, a game. Then, I felt wholly a woman, his woman, his future wife. A few days later, as was common, he leaned against my closet door and watched as I searched for an outfit. His smile was charming but annoying. We were going to see our wives. That felt weird to even think. Kyrie had left me for her lesbian lover. She didn't concern me. We were going to see Nikki, his previous trophy wife. I wanted to make damn sure I was a better trophy. "You look beautiful in anything you wear," he said. "Thank you, darling, but you have no idea what you're talking about." I gave him a quick kiss and carried on my search. I finally settled on a navy blue skirt suit with big gold buttons. The skirt came to mid-thigh. I paired it with a lacy white camisole, silky suntan stockings, and white pumps. I wanted serious femininity more than overt sexiness. I rustled through my jewelry looking for the right earrings and pendant to complement my engagement ring. I held onto his army nervously as we entered the restaurant. We were a bit late because it took me so long to get ready. I reached to pull my mirror out of my purse, and he held my arm. "You're beautiful, and I love you," he said. I wanted to go down on him right there! I recognized Kylie first. She was dressed in a denim button down shirt, a tweed vest, jeans, and clunky boots. Her hair was buzz cut, and it was obvious she'd been lifting weights. I wouldn't have recognized Nikki at all if she weren't with Kylie. With her breast implants and lip fillers removed, no makeup, mousy brown bob of a haircut, and a green smock dress over a turtle neck, she looked like the average nerdy girl in a library. I thought that was a mean evaluation, but I was still pleased as Vincent held out my chair, and I slipped in, crossing my sleek, shiny legs. Kylie looked me up and down. She did it how men looked at me, and she nodded approval. "You lucky bastard," she said to Vincent and gave him a high five. Both Nikki and I took offense to that. She was too meek to say anything. "Excuse me?" I asked. "I am very lucky," Vincent said and put his hand on mine. "Merely commenting on your exquisite beauty, Barbie," Kylie said. Dinner was awkward and mostly silent. At its conclusion, it was agreed that we should go talk with our former spouses. Really, Vincent and Kylie determined that. Kylie and I walked along the sidewalk. My heels clicked on the warm summer night. "You did become a very beautiful woman," Kylie said. She kept glancing at me. I had become used to noticing people trying to covertly look at me, but they were usually men. Then again, she certainly presented as masculine. "How are you and Nikki doing?" I asked. "Meh. She's not really what I signed up for. You on the other hand..." and she pressed me against the wall. I could feel how strong she was, and she easily overpowered me. She tried to kiss me as I tried to pull my face away, and her hands ran up and down my body. "Stop, please!" I called out. "Why? We're married." Her hands had reached the waist of my skirt and torn it away. I screamed, and she laughed. "My 'husband' is worried about me having my way with him?" she said. I was crying and slapping at her. I was standing in the street with no skirt, in my panties and garters, and she was unzipping her pants while grinning at me. Suddenly Vincent loomed up behind her. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "That's my fianc?," he said and punched her in the face. She crumpled to the ground, and I ran into his arms. He carried me to the car then carried me up to our bedroom when we arrived at our home. I changed into a white satin nighty with lace accents at the bodice. He brought me tea. "Are you okay?" he asked. His rough hand brushed my hair away from my face. I looked at my beautiful ring and my handsome husband to be. "I'm wonderful," I said and leaned up so he could kiss me. My wedding gown was simple and elegant. It was white, form fitting, lace accents over my breasts, and a long satin train. Vincent looked so handsome in his tuxedo. We crossed that boundary with "I do's," and we'll see what else life has in store for us.