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An Orb and Me - by AnonMan
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Jack's wife brings home an orb that has transformational powers. She
claims it's for fun but is there more going on?
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Chapter 1
My wife Sheri and I have been happily married for many years. Our
bedroom life hasn't been as exciting as when we first met, but it's
consistent, and (as far as I can tell) mutually satisfying. Although we
still spend a fair amount of time together, over the years she has
developed her hobbies, as I have mine. One of hers is flea markets. She
occasionally brings home some odd trinkets and then tries to research
their history.
Anyway, a few days ago she suggested a "spiced-up" evening of sex.
(Something we did from time to time). So over mild protests I tied her
to the bed and teased her to an orgasm. As I let her up she grabbed my
wrist and tied me down. But then things took an odd turn. She left me
in the room, and came back with an orb that she had recently brought
home. She claimed that in her research she discovered that the orb had
transformational powers. All the holder had to do was picture the
transformation mentally while holding the orb. She said she had played
with changing her hair color, done some body sculpting, and restored some
of her youth. Indeed, as I looked at her, although it was subtle (she
was pretty hot to begin with), I realized she was in better shape than
ever before.
She explained that she had found a history of the orb, and that people
had used it to turn others into completely different people, even
animals. Then it got scary, as she said she had been thinking of
changing me into a cat for a few days. Although we never had wanted a
pet ourselves, there used to be neighborhood cats that would visit us.
She greatly enjoyed having them on her lap while she did paperwork or
crafts, and it occurred to me that if the orb was real, she could be
serious!
She finally said that she had come up with a very special idea that she
was sure I would like. I tried to object, but then she said I needed to
keep quiet while she concentrated, otherwise the transformation could go
awry, and asked if she should gag me. At that point I didn't know what
to think, but being tied to the bed I had little choice. She appeared to
go into deep thought, and then recited some words in a language I didn't
understand, after which there was a "boom" and a flash of light.
After my vision recovered, I looked down at myself. The first thing I
noticed was a complete absence of body hair (except for a tuft above my
genital area). I also noticed that my "man-boobs" (which were small, but
sadly noticeable), looked firmer and more pronounced, with areola and
nipples about twice as big as before. Then I saw that my dick and balls
were gone! She had turned me into a woman! I started yelling (in a
slightly higher register), and insisting that she turn me back, but she
just waited for me to quiet down and explained... "Yes, you're a woman
now, but your body shape and face have changed so little that if you bind
your breasts you can still pass for your former self, although your voice
won't go as deep as it did. You're also bi-sexual now, as am I. If you
think about it, when we've had sex in the past you've always been in
control of when I had my climax, and when you had yours, so I wanted to
try being in control for once if you don't mind. Or (she giggled)
actually even if you do. So I'd like you to try it for a few days. I
think you'll really enjoy sex from my side, and maybe we'll bring home a
guy or two and have that fun together.(!) But enough explanation, you're
the first woman I've seen naked since I adjusted my perspective, and I'm
realizng you're really hot." And then, before I could say a word, she
was on top of me, kissing me deeply, with one hand wiggling between my
legs, and the other cupping a breast.
This went on for a while, and I had to admit I was getting turned on,
more so that I ever had as a guy, especially when she moved from my mouth
to tonguing and sucking my nipples, while still massaging my pussy (my
pussy!). Then after some time she stopped and walked away, leaving me
tied up and feeling more vulnerable than ever before. She came back a few
minutes later with some ice, her favorite vibrator, and a dildo I'd never
seen. I told her, "No!" but she said, "What part of you're not in
control didn't you understand?" and started slowly rubbing the ice over
my breasts, my chest, and all around my pussy lips, using the ice to make
things cold and then her mouth to make them warm. I had never thought of
doing this to her but it was very exciting. I could feel my body tensing
and my heartbeat increasing. After some time, she put the ice down and
said, "Ok, now it gets fun," and picked up the vibrator. I think I
recoiled in horror but it didn't matter. She turned it on, and pressed it
gently against my (my!) clit.
Oh my god - I had never felt anything like it. My entire body froze up,
but with it on the low setting that was as far as I could go. She said,
"I can keep it here all night, unless you ask for more." I tried to
respond but I was too aroused to even speak. After a bit she said, "Ok,
you look ready enough to me." She put down the vibrator (to my relief),
and started to grease up the ribbed dildo. This was another treatment I
had never thought to give her. But by that point I was too aroused to
care, and was trying to process some confusing new feelings caused by
looking at a huge imitation dick. When she slowly inserted it deep
inside(!) me, I thought I was going to explode. As she slowly moved it
in and out I started cumming and screaming, and then my entire body felt
like it blew apart and I passed out.
When I came to she had untied me. I told her it was an awesome
experience, but I'd like to be changed back now. She said, "Oh no, the
fun is only beginning. Don't you want to see it through? Go look in the
mirror." So there I stood, looking at my androgynous face, not-so-
shapley body with A-cup breasts, and tight vagina with the tuft of hair
over it. Definitely not the image I was used to seeing. All I could
think is, "What have I got myself into?" but there didn't seem to be any
harm in going along for the ride. It had been, well, interesting so far.
Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning feeling strange. It took a few minutes to
remember why my "morning wood" wasn't there. Sleeping as a girl was
different. I couldn't get comfortable on my stomach, but on my side I no
longer had junk to crush between my legs. Anyway, I got up, went to the
bathroom (sitting down, of course), and wiped as Sheri had instructed me
last evening. My first shower was also an experience as my skin was so
much softer, and the shower seemed intent on stimulating my erogenous
zones. This body seemed to experience everything so intensely. I made
it out, learned the benefit of gentle toweling, and discovered that Sheri
had bought some bras and panties (based on my male sizes she later said).
The panties were disturbingly snug and comfortable, while acting as a
constant reminder of my predicament. I eschewed a bra for now, put on my
normal dark T-shirt and sweats, and started my work day (I work from
home, Sheri had left for her office). I kept worrying that people would
pick up on my changes but apparently I appeared and sounded normal enough
through Zoom.
Sheri came home shortly before dinner, with a male friend from work who
she introduced as Bill. Almost immediately I took her into another room
and asked her what she was doing. She said, "Well, with you in that
condition I don't really have a husband. So for the next few days, we're
apartment-mates, single and on the prowl." I asked about our vows and
she said, "Oh, loosen up Jack, think of this as a timeout from our normal
lives, an adventure that most people would give their right arm to have.
You said you would go along, and you shouldn't back out now after I did
so much planning. But I guarantee that you'll be glad you had the
experience. And anyway, what else would you suggest we do? I mean,
you're not really equipped to satisfy me." Somehow her last comment only
made the feeling of my panties snug against my groin more pronounced. I
could have fought harder, but I had to admit, I did trust her, and it had
been an interesting ride so far.
After a good dinner (where I was impressed with how a good guy Bill was),
Sheri led us all upstairs. We talked a bit about what we might want to
do, and decided to give Bill his fantasy first. Soon after, both Sheri
and I were naked on bound knees, with our wrists tied behind our backs.
The way we were tied we couldn't move from where we kneeled. Bill picked
up each of us and placed us facing each other only a few inches apart.
Then, while we kissed, he got undressed. He then put his massive dick
between our faces. We licked and kissed it together for a while, (as I
mentioned, my perspective on dicks appeared to have changed radically)
and then Bill turned Sheri toward him and bobbed her head as she sucked
him and I watched. It was weirdly erotic. After a while he decided was
my turn. To my surprise it was less revolting that I expected, as my new
form had apparently given me a new appreciation for the male appendage.
I mulled that as he bobbed my head, and realized I was really starting to
think like a girl!
After he was really hard, he laid us both down on the bed, next to each
other on our backs, and untied our knees. He began ravishing Sheri as I
watched, with his right hand gently teasing my clit. He seemed to know
things about Sheri that I didn't, as he kissed, nibbled, and licked her
in all the right places. After a little while she was howling, and
between watching her and that hand between my legs, I was getting quite
aroused myself, as well as somewhat jealous of his skill.
After bringing Sheri to several incredible climaxes, he let her rest and
moved over to me. To my surprise, I was more attracted to him than I
expected. He started with slow licks up my pussy. It had never occurred
to me how incredible that could feel, and by the time he was done I was
putty in his hands. Next, he aroused me with his kisses, all over my
body, and then put his mouth to work on my nipples while he expertly
massaged my clit. Unlike Sheri, his touch was rougher, more animalistic,
and his musk was overwhelming. I was feeling the same intense arousal
from last night, but with the added feeling of being small and totally
dominated. When he entered me it was more that I thought I could stand,
and I came two or three times before he finished into his condom.
Then it was our, (well, Sheri's) turn. Sheri pushed Bill down onto the
bed, and used the ropes he had used on us to tie him to it spread-eagled.
Sheri then told me to sit on his face, facing his dick, and to suck him
while he licked me. Sheri watched while rubbing her own clit. The licking
was amazingly stimulating. When Bill was hard Sheri sat me up, rolled a
new condom onto Bill, and started riding him as she and I deep kissed and
touched each other all over. Soon, both Sheri and I were again screaming
from our orgasms, looking deep into each other's eyes as we came again
and again. Finally, it was more than Bill could take, and he came one
last time.
Afterwards we all cleaned up and had a drink. Sheri sent Bill on his way
and told me to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow's "double-date." I
asked her what that was about, but all she said was that I had to trust
her, and we went to sleep.
Chapter 3
Waking up was strange, but a little less so. Today was Saturday, and
Sheri said we were going clothes shopping. I said that I didn't expect
to be a woman for more than another day, and that my tees and sweats were
fine. She replied, "It's part of the female experience. We don't have to
buy anything." So after breakfast, a shower, and dressing (me in the tee
and sweats) off we went to the mall.
We didn't buy very much, but we (or at least I) tried on many things at
Sheri's behest. I think she was trying to show me how feminine I could
look when properly attired. I tried on low-cut peasant blouses, tank
tops, tight jeans, sun dresses, and even some evening wear. I had to
admit that with clothes properly chosen, no one would mistake me for
anything but a good-looking woman. She insisted on buying a couple of
items, despite my protests. We even stopped at a Victoria Secret to
check out push-up and padded bras (like I would wear one of those!), and
she insisted on buying the best looking one because "You never know."
Anyway, I had to admit it was a fun afternoon. We had salads for lunch,
and (I couldn't believe it) spent some time watching passers by and
playing "boxers or briefs."
When we got home, she sent me into the shower. To my surprise, she
joined me, and we had more fun than we should have soaping and cleaning
each other (what's another orgasm between spouses?). After we got out
she laid out thong panties, the pushup bra, and the little black dress
she bought today. She said we were going out this evening and I needed
to look my best. She wouldn't tell me where this was all leading but I
figured we were going clubbing or some such. I went along but
rationalized that I wouldn't hang with anyone I didn't like. After I was
dressed she sat me at her makeup table and worked on my face. When she
was done I looked pretty hot! I then waited for her to dress and do
herself up. When she came out I was torn between being turned on and
jealous that she looked even more attractive than me.
We drove to a local expensive restaurant where Bill was waiting for us
with another guy. Now I started to get suspicious. I mean, was Bill
more than a casual friend? I privately confronted Sheri but she told me
I was paranoid, and introduced me to Bill's friend Martin. Over dinner
and drinks we got to know each other, with me being careful to stick to
the roommate cover story. The food was fantastic. It seemed like I had
a greater capacity to smell and taste food. Martin seemed like a nice
guy, and at some point asked me to dance. I never was much of a dancer
but I let him lead me onto the floor. The music was slow and sultry,
sounding richer and more compelling than I had expected, and soon I was
slow-dancing in his arms, and to my surprise, really liking the warmth
and feelings of security.
We headed back to the table to find Bill and Sheri kissing. At that
point I decided I needed to go to the "little girls room" and took Sheri
with me. After the door closed I asked her what was going on. She said
she was just having a bit of fun and reminded me that I was "in no
position to claim husband privileges." I didn't like it, but there was
little I could do. Soon after that we let them drive us home, and Sheri
invited them in for a nightcap.
We all sat around talking and drinking, and at one point Martin and I
went into the kitchen to freshen people's drinks. When we came back into
the main room, Sheri and Bill were gone. I looked at Martin with a
puzzled expression on my face and he said, "Oh, they've probably gone
upstairs." My expression didn't change, and he said, "Oh, you didn't
know? They've been seeing each other for about 3 months now, ever since
Sheri's husband left her." Suddenly I realized what this was all about.
Part of me wanted to go upstairs and barge in on them, but then I
realized that locked in this feminine body I had little claim. She had
played me, and done it well. I wondered if she even had kept the orb.
The enormity of the situation suddenly hit me and I started to cry.
Martin took me in his arms and said, "I know you two are more than
roommates, so I can see why you might feel deceived, but you knew she was
bi, and Bill has been really good to her. I'm sure you and she can
remain BFFs."
And then he kissed me, and in my emotional state my hormones went into
overdrive. I needed some way to deal with this, and embracing my
newfound feminity seemed, at the time, to be a good choice. We kissed
for a while, and then, very slowly, began to undress one another. When we
were down to our undergarments we lay together on the couch, and, again
slowly, he started to get me aroused. I discovered that having your
pussy scratched while it's in tight panties feels awesome, and after a
while, we slowly worked off the remaining underwear. He caressed my
thighs, sucked my nipples, kissed my neck, and licked my pussy. I was in
heaven. When he finally entered me I had never been so ready in my life,
and again had several orgasms before he was done. It did relieve my
stress somewhat, and afterwards I kissed him goodnight. He asked if he
could see me again. I told him I'd think about it and sent him on his
way (apparently Bill was staying the night), and went to bed.
Chapter 4
The next day I woke up to the sound of a car horn. Bill's Uber. After he
left, I went downstairs and stared at Sheri. I asked her if she had
anything to tell me. After some hemming and hawing, she admitted that
she had been cheating on me, as she felt our marriage had gone stale.
She had been trying to find a way to tell me when the orb fell into her
hands. She thought that if she could direct me into a new life that I
enjoyed, I'd be ok with her pursing a different one.
Her plan (assuming I went along) was that I could simply tell people I
transitioned, so I could keep my life (albeit without her), while she
pursued a new one. We could stay friends, and even live together until
she moved in with Bill. If I didn't go along, she would change me back
but I would be on my own. She revealed that a person changed by the orb
becomes immune to further transformations after 7 days. She was already
immune (thanks to her body sculpting) and it would work on me for only
another four days. So I had a choice to make. I guess from her point of
view her plan was reasonable, but she had still deceived me, and it was
an awful lot to take in. I walked away and went to my room to think.
I again stood in front of the mirror, and looked at what I saw. An
average looking woman, physically maybe 8-10 years younger than I was as
a guy. I thought about how much more alive I felt in this body. This
body was somehow stronger, more flexible, and more energetic than my old
one. Colors, sounds, tastes, and smells were richer, and so the world had
again become a magical place. Also, the sex was amazing, and I was
apparently attractive enough for a guy as nice (and nice-looking) as
Martin.
I thought about how important gender was, or wasn't, to me, and, if I was
going to lose Sheri and start a new life, how exciting and new it would
be to try life from the other side. Then, I thought about periods,
pregnancy, misogyny, discrimination (against trans-, bi-, and just plain
women), and all the other misfortunes more specific to the fairer sex.
But then I wondered, did it matter? There were only two choices for me:
go back to being Jack, or stay as Jackie. Any other form would be a
person without a history, without a background, without a job. So what
did I want to do going forward? I realized I had done the guy thing for
a long time, and in many ways it really didn't work out so well. I knew
that if I stayed a woman I would make a couple more changes (B-cup
breasts, a more feminine face), but it would be a whole new life to
explore. So I was thinking...maybe I should try this girl thing. What
did I have to lose?
-fin-
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