A husband and wife learn to understand each others lives a little better by having to live them out as each other.
Revised with a little guidance and editorial help from Aardvark.
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It was a lovely late summer afternoon with a light breeze off the lake; the summer flowers were still in bloom and smelled lovely. We were entertaining some of our neighbors for a preseason football game. I always loved that start of football season: beer, brats and chili; how can you possibly go wrong with that combination?
"Stan," I said, as I tried oh so subtly and delicately to adjust my bra strap, "How can you say that our Bears are going to stink again this year? The defense is relatively healthy, sure we don't know who will be the starting quarterback, but Orton was pretty good at the end of last season and you never know which Grossman will show up. As to our running back we really haven't had anyone worth a hill of beans since Sweatness, but we will have to wait and see how the new rookie does this year."
"Cheryll," he replied, "You girls just don't understand football like us guys. Neither of our quarterbacks are really any good and, to add insult to injury, that brain trust that manages the team didn't get us a back up with any more experience either. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. We will have to see where the chips fall once the real season starts."
I start to get flustered at being treated like just another dumb girl, when Kirk touched my elbow and asked, "Cheryll, can you join me in the kitchen for a minute?"
Kirk, always the gentleman allowed me to go first down the hall to our kitchen, or it might be so he could enjoy the view of my rounded bottom as I traipsed along with my high heels clicking on the hard wood floors. The gentle swish of my skirt against my nylon encased legs once again sent a slight erotic shiver up and down my body. As I passed the air conditioning vent my perfume softly wafted over me once again, and I sighed as I took in all the new feelings of being a woman and a wife.
As I reached the kitchen counter, I turned on my heel and leaned up against it. I still found it odd that it now hits me in the small of my back instead of on my rear end like it used to, but that was a different time in my life. As I waited for Kirk to speak, I defensively crossed my arms under my breasts.
"Cheryll," he said pointedly, as he looked down at my artfully made up face.
I slowly looked back up at him with my big baby blues that once upon a time used to drive me crazy. My new female intuition let me know that they were now doing the same to him. It seemed almost unfair. "Sweetie I know I was out of place in there, but Kirk, Stan was talking about the Bears. We both know that he can be such an idiot at times. And the worst part is he doesn't even follow the team as closely as I do."
Kirk's big brown eyes softened as he listened to me, just as I knew they would. "Cheryll, You know that we agreed that I would now live and be the man in the family, and you would take my place as the female half of our relationship." He grinned suddenly and put his big strong hands around my waist, exactly where we both knew that I liked them. "You aren't having second thoughts, are you?" he asked, knowing full well how I would answer.
I laughed as I slowly leaned into him. "No. That voodoo priestess did us both a favor," I answered as I playfully nussled his neck and breathed in his wonderful musky male smell.
Truth be told it wasn't hard for either of us to forget; it had only been six months since our little vacation down south to the Crescent City of New Orleans. The old woman, blind in one eye, had waved a skeletal arm to us on the crowded city street. Some inner compulsion had dragged me inside her shop with Cheryll in tow, where I expressed to her my heartfelt desire for my relationship with my wife Cheryll to be closer, and how I thought that we needed to better understand each other and what we went through day in and day out as we lived our lives together.
"Child," she had said, as she rocked methodically back in forth in her decrepit rocking chair. "Tis lucky you came to Lizbeth on this day. The moon is full of love magic and if the spirits will it I might be able to help the two of you truly understand each other. Do the both of you all truly want dis?" she had asked as she looked profoundly at us with her blind eye.
Cheryll and I had looked thoughtfully at each other and said together, "Yes, I do" in unison as we had held hands, not fully realizing, at the time, the drastic changes Lizbeth had in mind for us. She had pulled out a small smooth stone from the folds of her billowing skirt and handed it to us, and said, "Chilin, Lizbeth want you to hold dis stone in yourin' entwined hands as you fall asleep tonight, and if my magic works your desires will be answered. We awoke the next morning how we are now, with my pretty and curvaceous wife inside my old male body and me inside hers.
But that is now in our past. What we are now dealing with back in the kitchen, was as Kirk put it "Was my break in feminine protocol," as he liked to call it.
Kirk lifted my chin up so he could look me in the eyes once again as he said, "Let me ask you again, my darling pretty wife, do I need to remind you who you are?"
"No", I sheepishly answer.
"I think I might have to after your little macho display in the den."
"I wasn't being macho, Kirk," I said as I pushed away from him and stamped my dainty high heel foot down with an audible and feminine click while crossing my arms once again under my breasts defensively. "I was just stating my views on the upcoming Bears season."
"Cheryll Davis, you are my cute and feminine wife and means I am your loving husband Kirk. That dumb magic rock we got from Lizbeth while we were on vacation swapped us into each others bodies. Remember how you told her that you wanted us to be closer and that we needed to better understand each other and what we went through in life?"
"Yes, but we both agreed." I whined softly.
"Well, honey you have to admit it really worked. I don't think we can be any closer to each other than we are right now. We fully understand each other's life because we now live each other's life," he said as he reached out and pulled me close once again.
"You are Cheryll Davis, a woman, my wife, your parents loving daughter, a sister to your two brothers, a secretary, and best girl friend to all your close friends," he said as he kissed the top of my auburn colored hair while playing with my left earring.
"You shave your legs and arm pits like the most of the women in America - your cousin Elizabeth does not count, especially since she came out last year. Your love of perfumes, softly scented powders and lotions knows no bounds and it keeps your body soft, sexy and smelling lovely," he said, stroking my exposed arms and hands with his rough manly hands.
"You adore wearing pretty matching satin and lace bras, and panties everyday, unlike the days when I wore holey and mismatched cotton ones. You even now have matching slips and what are those things again your wear on top?"
"Those honey are my camisoles you big dolt. You should remember since you had a few yourself."
"That is true but for me that was a life time ago and that knowledge fads a bit each and every day. But I am wandering back to my point.Your fashion sense, when it comes to jewelry, also far out-paces what I had as a woman. Most days I would have on just my wedding and engagement rings and maybe some simple gold posts in my ears. You, on the other hand, wear either hoops, posts, or long dangling earrings; you have numerous bracelets, delicate and refined wrist watches and eye catching necklaces that draw ones attention even more to your lovely assets perched in the cups of your delicate satin bras," he said as he lightly outlines and caresses my nipples with his finger tips through my dress and bra, causing my nipples to harden and me to sigh with pleasure.
"You relish the feel of your pantyhose when you put them on your soft and smooth legs each morning and when you sexy thighs rub together as you walk in your heels. You wear sexy slips that match your other lingerie on those days you wear dresses, or when you wear a skirt and a blouse to work. You have the poise and grace to wear high heels or sexy boots like a pro for hours at a time without complaining, yet again, something I could never do or pull off when I was a woman," he said as he playfully pulled up the skirt of my dress and rubbed his strong masculine hands on my soft womanly thighs and bottom.
"Stop that," I said, while I playfully slapped his hand away from my thighs, smoothing my knit dress back into place demurely. "What if one of the boys walked in? I wouldn't know what to say or think."
"If you were still a man you would enjoy seeing the sights of a sexy lady's legs and lingerie."
"But I am not a man anymore, I'm a girl," I said softly, rubbing my manicured hands through Kirk's soft and sexy hair.
"As your husband, I relish your new-found sense of feminine style. It shone forth on our date last night when you enticed me with a one of your slinky and shimmery little black dresses. I love how it hugged your curvaceous body, giving all the males in the room subtle hints at the matching sexy lingerie you were wearing underneath. You topped your date night trappings with sheer black pantyhose and a pair of three-and-a-half inch black open-toed pumps."
"I know don't you just love those shoes," I said, as I looked up with new-found enthusiasm into Kirk's big brown male eyes. "I got them on sale last week at Nordstroms, two for the price of one. Aren't they just scrumptious?" I giggled. "And don't you just love how they allow the world to see my cute little toenails sparkling in my nylons?"
"Cheryll, you are such a girlie girl," he said, as he pinched my firm round bottom.
"You've also toned-up my body with your trips to the gym, which I never did regularly. You are also fully at ease with your body as a woman; you wear skimpy form fitting leotards and matching tights with your cute girlish tennies, while I used to hide my body, afraid of what others might think or say."
I look lovingly up into Kirk's eyes and say, "Honey, that is nonsense. You were beautiful. I always found you sexy, completely attractive, and desirable. You were one sexy lady and I loved you then and now with all my heart." I said as I took Kirk's hand and placed it on my breast over my heart, and kissed him softly on the lips while caressing his hand caressing my breast.
"A few last thoughts about you, my loving wife," Kirk said, as he lovingly held me in his strong arms. "You paint your finger and toenails religiously, and you put on make-up and style your hair with much more flair than I ever did as a woman. I am so proud of how you've already gotten a raise and a promotion at work, something I couldn't seem to do in the three and a half years I worked that job you now hold, oh so capably, in your finely manicured hands."
"Well, enough about you. Now it's time to talk about me," he said as he letting go of me to pace the room.
"I am Kirk Davis: a man, your husband, a son, a brother, a rising executive, and an avid golfer. I painstakingly shave the stubble off my face each and every day, even on the weekends."
"That's because your beautiful wife likes it that way," I said, as he stopped to look at me. He does it just like all the other men do: he starts at my chest, works his way down, then back up to my chest, and finally looks me in the eyes once again.
"Let me guess. You wear boxers or jockey shorts under your three-piece suits with a white oxford cloth shirt. You accessorize with one of your power ties, and finish it up with a pair of socks and clunky wing-tip shoes."
"Very good, Cheryll," he laughed, "but let me finish my thoughts. That was good for most of my workdays, but on those casual workdays I wear a pair of dress slacks with polo shirt and a sports coat with a nice pair of Rockports. On the weekends I wear either a polo shirt or a T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans, with either gym shoes or a pair of hiking boots. When I go work out at the gym with you I wear a T-shirt and shorts with a pair of old gym shoes."
"And you look damn sexy in your workout duds, mister and you smell even sexier after you workout. Your male musk drives me wild. I'm getting a little wet just thinking about it," I said as I blushed.
"Quit trying to sidetrack me; let me finish what I'm saying before you go off on what you find sexy."
"Just as I am proud of you for your promotion at work, I have a little bit of unofficial news to report. I didn't want to jinx it, but I finally persuaded Jim, your old boss, to give me the bigger territory you always wanted. I showed him my latest sales figures with all the new clients that I have brought on board."
"That's great news, darling," I said, hurrying over and hugging him in girlish excitement.
"Hold on, nothing is official 'till the Regional Vice President signs off on it on Monday. But I owe it all to my new improved sales style that I bring to the corporate table," he said, slyly winking at me. "It certainly helps knowing how to talk with each new company's secretary I visit since I used to, as they say, walk a mile in their shoes."
"Don't forget the dresses and lingerie either," I snigger under my breath. "I bet they would just die if they knew the man standing before them, asking to speak with their parts' manager about a possible sale deal, used to be a woman just like them."
"Very cute, Cheryll, but my previous knowledge has gained me access to the decision makers much faster than ever before."
"I know, and I am very proud of my rising executive. You've far outpaced my previous sales figures, and seem totally at ease with your new male self."
"I also forgot to tell you that I've sliced four strokes off my golf game."
"What, how did you, when?" I stammered. "When were you going to tell me?"
"I kept meaning to tell you, but it slipped my mind. I think I'll be able to knock a few more strokes off before the end of the season, too," he said boastfully.
"Just like a man, forgetting to share the little details with his wife."
"I guess you're right, I am just like the other men now. I am much more at ease in my new male life. I don't miss the choices in clothing or accessories that I had access to but never fully utilized when I was a woman. I am thriving as a male just like you are in your new feminine world, Cheryll," he said as finished his pacing, coming over and enveloping me once again in his manly arms.
"You know this change in our lives is the next best thing to happen to us since that first chance meeting we had in that smokey second story bar - oh, those fifteen years ago," he said, smiling down at me with true love in his brown bedroom eyes.
"You know what's funny? he asked.
"No, what? I said, as I traced little symbols with my bright red fingernail through the chest hairs that poke out of the opening of his Bear's football jersey.
"I now remember that night from a distinctly male point of view. I can see you in your green broom handle skirt, a black cowled sweater and those sexy black high heeled boots, your hair was long and wavy. I looked across the room and found you very sexy and desirable," he said, as he kissed me deeply. Our lips parted and our tongues danced like they did when we were newlyweds. We broke our kiss; he cupped my chin in one of his big hands and said, "Just like I still do so today."
"You know something, it's funny that you mention that night because my memories have shifted, too. I can remember what and how I felt when I saw you from across the room. You were tall and handsome with long shoulder-length hair. You had on a sexy pair of tight blue jeans with a just a few strategic holes in them, with a white cotton western dress shirt and a pair of black cowboy boots. When you smiled at me from across the room you made my heart skip a beat and made my nipples perk up in their bra cups. Once you came over, my friend Tammy introduced you as someone she worked with, and we talked for what seemed like hours. Somewhere along the line you pulled me into your space and your musky smell made me wet with desire."
"Cheryll, we are getting away from why I called us in here. I have two last things I want to say to you. First, I want to tell you how much I love you."
"Can I say 'me too' without wrecking your train of thought, Honey?" I asked shyly through batting mascared eyelashes.
"Of course, you can - and you just did," he said, as he playfully tweaked my right nipple.
"And secondly, my darling wife, you almost slipped up when you were talking in the den with Stan and the boys. Even today, not many woman talk in-depth with the guys about sports like you were doing in there and, if you remember, I wasn't a big football nut when I was inside your sexy body," he said, as he tweaked my other nipple.
"As I said before, Cheryll, that's for me to do now since I'm Kirk. You need to talk with the girls out on the patio about the latest fashions, neighborhood gossip, cooking and other girlie things. And we both know that a lot of the time they even talk about sex."
I blush from head to toe as I say, "I thought that I'd heard it all during my time as a man, but boy-talk doesn't even hold a candle to the sex-talk of a group of women." We both laughed knowingly.
"Well, that shouldn't bother you, my sexy little minx of a wife. You seem not to have lost any of your desire for sex, and I believe you like it even more now that you are on the girls' team instead of the boys'," he said, rubbing one of his hands against my moistening mound. "I'm sure you love talking about and sharing stories of sex with the other girls. I know I did. Now one last thing Cheryll."
"Wait a minute," I said, as I stepped slightly away from him. "You said you had two things to say. Now, why is there a third?"
"OK, sue me for being poor in math. Now, back to my last point, how hard can it be to remember who you now are for gosh sakes? Look at you. Are you Kirk Davis? Does Kirk Davis wear makeup and a tight coral pink knit dress with a peach wonder bra that high lights his boobs with a matching naughty thong bikini panty?"
I shook my head as I blushed once again. My hair and earrings swayed ever so slightly with each shake of my pretty head.
"No, I don't think so. Cheryll Davis does; she does because it makes her feel feminine and sexy. And, as your husband, let me tell you that you look damn sexy in them. You now live a woman's life and I lead a man's. Because of our change, we both fully understand each other's lives inside and out, but I am now the husband and you, my pretty lady, are my sexy bride." Kirk took my hands in his and brought them up to his mouth, kissing each of my red-tipped fingers.
"Our vows of 'till death do us part still hold true. Nothing has changed the love that we have between us, except to maybe make it even stronger, if that is possible. I'm sorry if you miss your old life, job and friends, but you were the one who wanted us to have a better understanding of each other and to be closer. Since our visit with Lizbeth we now have that. Now give me a kiss and put a smile on your pretty face. I am TiVoing the game so we can watch it tonight in bed together and you can impress your loving husband with all of your in-depth football knowledge while wearing your sexy little blue and orange nightie as we cuddle." We lovingly kiss and hold each other with renewed passion.
"We better break this off or I am going to have my way with you right here on the counter, my sexy wife, and I won't care who walks in," he said, as he slapped my round bottom.
"You'd better get going. The girls are probably missing your company. I will see you later during halftime. Have fun chatting with your girlfriends I gotta get back to the boys and see what the score is," he said as he walked back towards the den and the football game. "Oh, Sweetheart, can you be a dear and bring us a few beers? I don't want to miss any more of the game than I have already."
As Kirk left the kitchen we both said under our breath, "We sure are lucky that our wife/husband understands us so well."
I was left standing in the kitchen, thankful for such a kind and understanding husband. As I licked my lips, I could tell I needed to freshen my makeup before getting beers for the boys and then heading out for an afternoon with the girls. I headed to the powder room where I closed the door and pulled up my dress and slip, pulled down my pantyhose and panties, and sat down to do my business. Once I was done, I freshened my makeup, fluffed my hair, and spritzed on a little more perfume. As I finished, I begin to softly hum, "Man I Feel Like a Woman" to myself. As I walked out of the powder room and over to the back door, my heels clicked on the kitchen tile floor and my nylon clad thighs rubbed softly together. I reached in and took out four beers from the cooler, and put them on a tray with some more chips and dip for the men as they watch their beloved football game.
I quickly scurried back to the den, tray in hand. My heels were once again clicking on the hardwood floors, subtly reminding me of my continuing womanhood. I provocatively yet carefully put down the tray so as to not spill the boys' beers and treats on the coffee table in front of them, I blew a kiss to my husband and, just as quick, scooted out to join the girls on the patio. It was like they didn't even see me. 'I could have walked in wearing nothing but my lingerie without them saying a word they're so focused on the silly football game,' I thought, as I giggled to my self, clicking down the hallway.
I opened the patio door and said, "Sorry for the delay. Kirk, my dear sweet husband, was trying to explain some silly football rule to me again." My best friend Haley handed me a wine cooler, as I graceful sat down, crossing my legs and smoothing my skirt as I do so.
"So what did I miss?" I asked, as I jumped into the girl talk with both of my high heeled feet. "Has anyone tried that new long-lasting lip gloss that just came out? Ellen, did you try that little trick I taught you, so Stan would last longer in bed?"
A flurry of answers and new questions come forth and flew around the table as we talked and chatted a mile a minute in a short hand only other girls would understand.
The boys never came out at halftime like they promised, but we didn't even notice. They finally joined us on the patio after the game ended. My husband came up behind me and softly caressed my shoulders and bra straps along with the middle of my back where the clasp of my bra rested. He knows just how and where to touch me to make me feel good and loved. I stood up, and he wrapped me up once again in his strong arms, kissing me deeply. I feel safe and protected from the world because I am with the man whom I love with all of my heart and soul. As he rubbed my shapely bottom, I could feel his manhood growing and pressing against my tummy. My nipples become erect in their satin cups, and I also become slightly wet with desire. As we broke our kiss and come up for air, I said, "It must have been some game."
"Nope," he says, "we lost by twenty points. I was just missing my wife."
I looked over and saw Stan has just finished kissing his wife, and sheepishly asked, "Why can't a guy kiss his wife without getting stared at?"
We all laughed together because all four couples were guilty of the same thing.
"So, who has any ideas on where we should all go out for dinner tonight?" asked Stan.
Kirk said, "You guys go on without us. I want to spend some quality time with the woman I love."
We held hands, as we walked everyone out, and waved as they drove away for dinner. I slowly let go of his hand and said, "Race you upstairs. Loser gets to be on the bottom." I girlishly giggle as I sexily ran up the walk to our house with my high heels once again clicking as I went, my bottom and bosom jiggling sexily for any who were lucky enough to be out and looking.
Kirk easily passed me on the stairs leading up to our master bedroom. He had a big smile on his face. He stopped and blocked my way. Before I could complain, he scooped me up in his strong masculine arms and said, "Allow me, little lady." He effortlessly carried me to our bed for a night of unforgettable wedded bliss. No, we didn't watch the game that night. No, I didn't wear my sexy little blue and orange nightie, or any other nightie either. Yes, I was on the bottom for my first three orgasms then I was on the top for the next one, and after that I don't remember, but I did wake my husband nestled in the arms of my loving husband.
When I woke up, I decided to live up to Kirk's new pet name for me, his sexy little minx. I thought about what I wanted and enjoyed when I was a man, and an impish smile crept over my face. I quietly slipped out of his arms and started softly kissing my way down to his morning erection. I always wanted to be woken up to a blow job when I was the owner of this lovely penis that now rested in my soft mouth. So, it was only fair if I gave to the one I loved, something that I once wanted myself.
I was a woman on a mission. I licked it from top to bottom, then I took it fully in my mouth and sucked it with wild abandon.
"Oooh, That feels so good, Honey. You just don't know how good that feels," he said, as he reached down and caressed my face. I smiled up knowingly at him. I felt things about to come, so I sucked even more, as I fondled and played with his balls with my fingernails.
"Oh, Cheryll, here I come," he said, as I took him in even deeper. I swallowed each and every drop that he has to give me. Once he had gone soft, I let him out of my mouth with a little pop and worked my way up to kiss my lover good morning.
I looked over at the clock and said, "It's late. I have got to get going. It takes us girls longer to get ready in the morning. Why don't you go back to sleep, and I'll wake you up once I am out of the shower?"
Kirk was already drifting back to sleep with a contented smile on his face when I got up out of bed. I stretched, fully enjoying the afterglow of womanly sex with the man I loved. I quickly scurried towards the bathroom to get ready for my busy, full work day, already thinking about the dress and lingerie I was going to wear, and how I would do my hair and makeup. I fully understood my husband's life, just as he understood mine. I wouldn't have had it any other way. 'This is who we are. He is my husband and I am his wife,' I thought to myself. 'Now and forever, no backseas,' as I used to say as a kid.
I turned on the shower and the AM/FM shower radio, and stepped in, just in time for the chorus of "Man I Feel Like a Woman." I smiled knowingly to myself, as I jumped right in, singing along with my new favorite song.
A little switch to teach one understanding can cause major life changes. What was supposed to be for one night becomes a lifetime.
Slightly revised and expanded on Feb. 14, 2006
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Cheryll
My wife was never big one on answering the phone. This was especially true if she wasn't in the mood. I had gotten our answering machine two times already. I hoped that the third time would be the lucky charm. I desperately needed to speak with her.
You see one minute I was out in our backyard wearing a pair my favorite faded jeans and a old ratty sports t-shirt with my hose in my hand watering the grass and the next thing I know I was in a limo filled with a gaggle of giggling women. The scariest and weird thing was I fit right in with them! I was laughing at their jokes and even told a few of my own. I was also happily talking about clothes, make up and hair styles. All of which should be alien to me. But somehow I was acting just like the rest of them. Somehow I had become my wife, and that meant I was a woman.
As I started to think about my situation I got scared, which caused my sexy legs to shake in their nylons and high heels. What if one of the girls could tell it was me, a man inside this cute feminine body. What if I did, said something or acted wrong or out of place, would they be able to peg me as a man in a dress? I began to freeze up. I was in a mild state of shock.
I had always thought of myself only as a man. That was my self image of myself. I was a man and my wife was a woman. Fairly simple and straight forward until tonight. Where I find myself decked out completely as a woman, from head to toe, and this woman who was just a man a short while earlier has some how found himself in the company of limo filled with beautiful woman. The oddest thing filled my head, was I as pretty as the rest of them as the girlish banter floated all around me like the perfume that was radiating off my body. The weirdest thing was I didn't have one lustful male thought during the whole limo ride. For some reason all I wanted to do was fit in with the rest of the girls and have a good time tonight. All in all it was very weird.
Once we arrived at the club the driver help each of us out of the limo. I was the last one out and I found myself to be very unstable in dealing with my high heels and the short leather skirt I was wearing. I am fairly sure the driver got a good view of my luscious panties, matching garter belt and slip as my skirt slid up my soft smooth thighs as I exited the limo and stumbled luckily into his strong manly arms. I hadn't been held by a man in years. The last time had to have been my father. I was having similar feelings, I felt very safe and protected in this mans strong embrace.
As I looked up at my benefactor I caught him as he was checking me out. His eyes looked me over from head to toe and I could feel one of his hands cupping my bottom and the other at my waist. I felt his eyes pass my prettily made up face and end up locked on my full rounded breasts. A man was staring at me and I could tell he found me desirable. I didn't know what to do and this caused me to blush and giggle girlishly as I tried to extracted myself from his firm embrace.
My mind was flooded with all sorts of messages being sent by my body. They where so new and different. The masculine smell of his body was enticing. The feeling and closeness of our bodies caused a pleasant warmth to grow from the center of my body. It started at my very core and spread quickly through out the rest of my body. I felt my nipples grow hard and push out against my skimpy little silky bra and my sheer blouse. At the same time my new privates got a little moist too! A man was making me hot and bothered. The worst part was that I liked it! He slowly released me from his protective grasp as I let out a small little sigh.
"Thanks for catching me. My heel must of gotten caught on something. This darn things are so hard to wear." I say as I step lightly away from him giving my warming body some much needed space to cool down. Where did that little feminine banter come from I think to myself as I continue to look at our driver as he talks to me.
"It is my honor to help a pretty lady in need. I am glad to be off service.
Now I hope you and the rest of the girls enjoy the show tonight Ms. Davis. When you are ready give me a call."
"Ready for what?" I asked somewhat flustered. As an image of him shirtless and holding me close fills my mind causing my nipples to harden once again.
"You know when you girls are ready to be picked up from the club. Here is my card with my cell number. When you are ready call me." He says as he takes my hand and gently puts his card in it before heading back to the limo. All I could think was what a nice ass he has.
"Hello! Earth to Cheryll. Are you going to join us tonight girlfriend? Or are you going to stay out here and look at your own personal eye candy all night? Cindy asks as she stands next to me as we watch our driver and limo pull away.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I had to get the drivers card." I say shyly.
"You little tart. And you a married woman. What are you doing collecting men's phone numbers?"
"Oh relax. We needed his number so we could call him to pick us up later after we are done in the club.
And what's your problem little miss? Are you jealous?" I say playfully as I take my purse off my shoulder and put the card into it before returning my purse to my soft rounded shoulder.
"Nope I have all the man I need in my Bill, just like you have all you need in Kyle."
The thought of my husband Kyle, or is it me? I guess for now it's not me, caused my female hormones to flush through my system once again as my mind filled with images of my old body naked and on top of me making soft passionate love to me all night long.
"Cindy, grab me a seat. I will be right back. Nature calls, you know the joys of us girls and our tiny bladders." Where did that come from? I never talk about my bladder I think as I walk unsteadily towards the bathrooms.
I need to call my wife. I will demand she change us back. Right now, no man should have to parade around as a woman. Old habits almost got me, I was about to enter the men's room when I caught myself as I was reaching out to push the door open with my dainty red manicured hand. That was close I think to myself. I hope no one can tell that I am a man inside of this pretty body.
As I stepped into the ladies powder room for the first time in my life and locked the door behind me it all hit me.
Somehow I had become my wife tonight, from my stylish wavy auburn hair do to my dainty red toe nails, and everything in between. I was no longer a man, I was a woman and I was standing in the ladies room shaking in my nylons and heels.
To add insult to injury I now felt the call of nature.
So I entered the stall and turned to face the toilet as I usual did but that was when things got weird I raised my skirt and slip as I also pulled down my panties slightly so I could fish out my penis.
"Shit, I don't have a penis. I am going to have to sit pee like a girl" I say as I stomp my foot with disgust. I am startled by the loud click of my high heel on the tile floor. It is another little reminder of who I now am.
I turn and start to put my purse on the hook on the stall door put I first remove me cell phone. Next I pull my skirt and slip up and over my hips and lower my panties down to my ankles and awkwardly sit to do my business.
"Ok I need to call home and talk to my wife. She has to be able to fix this."
Cheryll had to be behind my, no most likely our little switch.
She had told me she found what she called a white witches spell on the Internet while at work today. The spell would allow two people in love to swap bodies for a period of time. At the time I had laughed at her for wasting her precious free time on such silly and stupid things.
I guess it was not so silly after all.
It had worked and I was living proof.
Besides laughing at her little spell research I had also been giving her a hard time as she got ready for her night out with the girls.
"Honey don't you think that outfit is a little too sexy?" I said as I looked her over from our bed. She was looking hot.
Short black leather mini-skirt
A revealing blue top that showed off her ample tits
And those sexy heels that make her legs look so great
Only problems is now I am the one in the outfit and out with the girls for the night.
"Kyle I am just going out for a night with the girls you have nothing to worry about. You are all the man I could ever want." She said as see played with her hair to make it just right.
"Honey, I sill think your outfit is too sexy and you ought to change" I said as I got off the bed sullenly went out to water the back yard.
"Well Kyle maybe you are the one who needs to change?" She said softly under her breath to my backside as I left the room.
As I was sitting on the potty I was having second thoughts. Cheryll got her wish someone did change and that was me! And most likely her too.
So as I sat here on toilet in a ladies powder room with my short leather mini-skirt and black half slip pulled up to my waist and my panties pulled down to my ankles, and I was having an totally alien feelings as my body slowly began to release it's tinkle into the bowl.
Did I, a man just think the word tinkle? I thought as hit the speed dial for our house for the third time before putting the phone up to my now double pierced ear again.
"Come on Cheryll answer the damn phone.
I need you.
I need to hear your voice."
ring.....ring....ring....ring
"Hello, Kyle Davis how can I help you?"
"Cheryll is that you?
Where have you been?"
"No sweet heart it's me Kyle.
Remember I was out back watering the grass when you left.
How is your night out with the girls going?
Is it all you hoped for?
You won't believe it the kids are asleep already.
So I invited Ted from next door over to watch the game and have a few beers. You know manly stuff, probably nothing like your night with the girls."
"Don't kid around with me.
Somehow that silly spell of your must of worked I am in your body. So that means you must be in mine.
Cheryll I am wearing your clothes, your jewelry and even your make up. I am even carrying a damn purse around.
I am a woman damn it!
Did you know that this little night out with the girls was for a bachelorette party for Cindy from work?
We are at a male strip club.
You have to help me.
I don't know anything at all about being a girl."
"Cheryll honey take a deep breath you need to relax.
Hey Ted I am going to grab another beer from the kitchen do you want one?" I hear Cheryll ask.
"Ok honey what girl are you talking about." He asks me calmly now that he is in the kitchen.
I take a little breath and my mind starts to answer the question for me before I even have a chance to think about what I want to say.
"You know damn well who she is" I hiss.
"It's Cindy from my work at the accounting firm. She is in the secretary pool with me, she is marrying Bill Warwick from your office. He is the good looking blond who works with you on all those long range planning sessions. You remember they met at our dinner party last fall."
"That right you were playing match maker trying to set up our single friends together, what did you call yourself again? It was a cute little name."
"Nothing" I said as I sat fuming in the stall.
"No I think you called it being the curvaceous cupid.
If I remember correctly you were all decked out in red for the party. Underwear and all."
My mind continued to answer for me "No I wasn't wearing underwear I had on sexy red lingerie. A new satin red demi-cup bra and matching thong panty, ultra sheer red pantyhose, a red half slip a darling red knit dress that clung to all my curves and those darling red strappy high heeled sandals of mine. I looked cute too for words! You even said so yourself."
"Yes you did my darling wife, now what were you saying?"
"Ok, sometimes I don't think you are even listening to me." I say as I playfully wiggle my painted toes in my nylons and heels as I unconsciously play with a stand of my hair. Just like I have seen my wife do when she talks on the phone.
"I said I need your help I don't know anything about being a girl."
Cheryll honey, I always listen to you! You are my wife and the mother to our kids. Did you just listen to all of your answers? They sure didn't sound like a man's answers they sounded like a woman's and my wife's answers.
Take a good look at your self.
What do you see?"
"I don't want to.
I am afraid it is true.
That I am a woman."
"Cheryll remember that spell we talked about earlier? We are getting a chance to experience life as each other. As members of the opposite sex. All of our memories are there in our new heads just don't think about being a woman let it all come naturally and it will all be OK."
"So it worked then?
We are in each others bodies."
"Yes, honey it worked. Just remember you are a pretty woman with a great job as a secretary and I am your loving husband and father of our two kids.
You are now Cheryll for the night.
You just told me that you work with Cindy and that I work with Bill.
You also said you called your self the curvaceous cupid, and said that you wear lingerie and not underwear.
That my dear wife would make you my wife Cheryll and me your husband Kyle.
Enjoy your brief time as a gorgeous woman. Reveal in your low cut revealing turquoise top, your black leather mini skirt, and your high heels all that show case your curvy girlish body. You have dressed for your own pleasure tonight for your girlish get together with your friends. Only a pretty confidant woman would dress up like you did."
As I slowly looked down at me body I remember seductively getting dressed in front Kyle and him leering at me with that carnal male look of his, but my mind still says this is all wrong. I was the one leering at Cheryll earlier in the evening but now I am the one in the sexy feminine outfit.
I can feel my turquoise bra holding up and caressing my beautiful full breasts and a my matching panty nestled on my full rounded tush. I remember feeling so lucky when I found them at Fields on sale. They perfectly matched the color of a top I had been hoping to wear out for Cindy's bachlorette party.
Did I just think the word tush, did I also say bra and panty and why would I feel lucky to of found matching lingerie? Those are a woman's thoughts and words.
As I stood up I wiped my privates, front to back before pulling up my darling panties back into place prior to lowering and smoothing my slip and soft leather skirt over my hips. I grabbed my purse from the hook on the back of the stall door as I opened it and walked over to the sink and mirror I could feel the sensual tug of my nylons against my garter belt and on my smoothly shaven legs as I stand in front of the mirror and wash my hands with the sweet smelling soap.
"Look I am sorry I said you were dressed too sexy for a night out with the girls. I was jealous I didn't want other men hitting on you." I say as I touch up my make up and fluff my hair with out even thinking. Before I close my purse I artfully spray a little more perfume between my breasts, behind my ears and on my wrists. I look good enough to eat I think to myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror.
"Honey, I trust you.
You are my loving wife.
Now make sure you have fun with the other girls tonight and remember don't do anything I wouldn't do.
I will see you when you get home."
"Cher... Kyle, please don't hang up on me." I whine to the dead air of my cell phone as our call ends.
"If you would like to make a call please hang up and dial again."
"Damn it.
Well here goes nothing." I say as I exit the ladies room, with my purse on my shoulder and a new found sexy feminine wiggle to my walk that I didn't have when I entered the powder room.
"Cheryll come on we are all doing shots before the show starts.
It was Cindy's choice so we are all doing Blow Jobs to start the evening off and remember no hands." They all say at once.
Many hours later I finally make it back home. A little bit drunk, short a number of dollar bills that I had found in my purse and horny as hell.
"The limo was a great idea." I say as I lean forward and kiss the driver on the cheek. "Thanks for driving and looking out for us girls tonight. You were a such a doll.
Well ladies I don't know about you all, but I had a blast tonight. We came, we saw, we even fondled, and we kicked high heeled butt." We all say as we girlishly giggle together.
"See you girls at work on Monday." I say as we hug and air kiss each other good night. I gracefully exit the limo like I have been wearing short skirts and high heels my whole life. Unlike when I got out the first time and almost fell on my face.
As I start up the walk Cindy bounds out of the limo with my purse in her hand.
"Cheryll I think you are going need this to get inside." She says as she hands me my forgotten purse.
"Sometimes I think I would forget my own head if it wasn't attached." I giggle as I hug Cindy.
"You are going to make such a pretty bride and a great wife too. Being a married woman is great. You always know you can get sex when ever you want it."
"Men as so easy" we say together as we giggle to each other as we hold each others hands.
"You get to go have sex with your husband tonight while I have to make do with one of my party favors. Sometimes life is not fair." She says as she stamps her heeled foot on the pavement.
"Honey, you will soon be Mrs Bill Warwick and getting all the sex from your man you could ever want." I knowingly giggle.
"So which one of your new toys are you going to use?" I ask as I lick my lips with true feminine interest as I wait for her answer. The vibrator, the purple jelly one or the double sided black one?
"I might just have to try them all out.
Cause I don't know about you Cheryll but I am one very horny woman."
"Me too" I giggle.
"Thanks again. I am so glad you finally agreed to be one of my brides maids tonight. Some how I feel even closer to you then ever before.
You really opened up and became one of the girls tonight.
I think we all bonded. What with all the secrets we shared between the shots and the strippers we are all like one big girlish mafia."
"That true, what happens on girls night stays on girls night." I giggle. I feel like I have a whole limo full of new girlfriends and one best friend too." I say as I squeeze her hand.
"Nothing beats having a best girlfriend. And I can say for a fact I haven't had a close best girlfriend like you ever. I hope we stay friends for a very, very long time." I say as we let go of each others hands.
"Me too, Cheryll. I will see you on Monday at work and remember we have dress fittings after work for the wedding. So tell your sexy hubby that I am sorry that he will have to be without his wife again on Monday night but for another girls thing and that he would understand."
"I know they think you can just walk in and take one off the rack. Men can be so silly sometimes." I say as I turn and quietly walk up the front walk barely noticing the click of my delicate high heels on the cement. I am not sure when, but during the night I had finally mastered them and was walking and acting like I had always been a woman.
And this woman was in terrible need of loving.
After I entered and locked up the house I leaned up against the wall and took of my heels and rubbed my nylon encased toes.
"Man do I hate wearing heels, but it is the price I pay since they make my legs looks so nice and sexy. I guess it is just one of those things we girls go through to look pretty for ourselves and our men. I pick up my heels and purse and padded softly upstairs.
I softly giggle as I think about what I am about to do.
It is so purely feminine!
As I continue quietly to head up to our bedroom I get an unknown urge to check in on the kids. I softly re-tucked them in and gave them each a quick kiss on their darling foreheads before finally making it to the master bedroom.
I set my purse down on top of my vanity and my heels beneath it as I slowly stripped off my leather mini skirt and sexy turquoise blouse, folding them carefully before putting them gently on the chair of my make up vanity before stepping out of my damp panties.
Standing in my stockings, garter belt and bra I looked over at our bed and see my handsome husband lying naked in the bed softly grasping his new manhood firmly in one of his large rough hands, like he was afraid it might get up and leave him during the night.
Well I guess he has been playing with his new toy I think to my self as I reach behind my back and casually unhooked my bra adding it to my panties on the floor. I softly massaged my freed breasts for a moment relishing in their softness and the perkiness of my engorged feminine nipples.
I carefully climb into bed in just my sexy stockings and garter belt.
I gently remove my mates hand from his still rock hard penis, replacing it with my own much smaller dainty one with my cute manicured red nails. I began to slowly message it up and down before taking it into my waiting mouth for a few quick slurps. I want it as moist as my waiting pussy when I finally take it inside me for the first time.
For the last few hours I have been wanting something, something I couldn't put my finger on it till just now. When I saw my husbands erect manhood.
I finally figured out that I wanted what every other woman I was with tonight wanted.
I want to get laid!
I needed to feel filled and loved by a man.
But not just any man but, by my man!
I was no longer thinking like a man.
A man doesn't have a wet, tight pussy and full rounded breasts.
A man doesn't suck cocks like I had just done.
And a man sure doesn't mount another man's penis and ride it for all it's worth.
Some how during the night I had mentally changed sides. My mind and body had come to terms with each other and my curvy feminine body had won out I was now a woman. Inside and out!
Sometime during my pleasurable ride my husband woke up and shouted "No honey we can't do this! We have to stop."
Followed by "Oh my god that feels so great.
I didn't know you could squeeze a penis like that with a pussy.
Oh yes....ride me, take me all inside you.
Oh yes, more you are so sexy!
Oh crap, wait, the switch, if we have sex the spell I used to switch us will leave us stuck this way in each others bodies."
"Honey I hate to tell you that you have already cum inside me once and I just finished jump starting you for a second go around cause as a woman I still wanted and needed more of my man's love inside of me.
I am not stuck this way and neither are you my sexy hunk of a man.
Over the course of the night tonight I fully came to accept my new found womanhood and once I got home I came to love your new found manhood too which I must say I love sooo much! Especially when you fill my moist little pussy." I giggle.
"Now that you are fully awake take me and make me your woman give it too me long and hard and make my scream with love and desire for you my darling husband!" I say as I playfully roll him on top of me and start to erotically scratch and pull at his manly strong body. As he slowly begins to pump me with his firm erect manhood. For some reason I found it hard to say the word penis out loud. It just didn't seem girlish to me.
In the end we came to truly love our new live's and roles.
I became the a totally feminine woman, a hard working secretary, a girlfriend to my fiends, a loving wife to my husband, a mother to our children and if it is at all girlish it became a part of my life, while my mate totally embraced being a complete man's man.
"Well I have to get a move on it you see my husband is waiting downstairs to take me to Cindy's wedding where I am now the matron of honor due to a cancellation, and I have to say I have never felt or looked prettier than I do today."
My silly husband says "He just doesn't understand why it takes us women so long to get ready to go out. It's not that hard to throw on some clothes and just go."
"You would think he would remember but he is such a man now I guess he doesn't. Anyway I have a built in excuse it least for the next seven months."
I say as I grab my purse off my make up vanity as I gently rub my slowly expanding belly as I look in the mirror and say "I still look good enough to eat."
As I walk downstairs my husband greets me at the landing and says "Honey you out done yourself. It was worth the wait. You look truly one beautiful woman, turquoise is really your color. Let's go, the kids are already in the car." He says as he takes my hand and softly caresses it as we walk down the sidewalk to our car. His other hand playing softly with my bottom.
"What no underwear?" He asks impishly.
"I told you before girls don't wear underwear. We wear lingerie. And if you must no I have on a delicate turquoise thong on. And maybe if you are a bad boy I will let you take it off me with your teeth later on." I sexily purr in his ear he helps me to gracefully enter the car.
"Mom Taylor hit me again."
"I did not Karen hit me first."
"Come on kids, lets pull it together and have a pleasant day. We are going to have so much fun at the wedding. And you know you don't want to be fighting when Dad gets in the car."
"Sorry Mom, you look pretty today." Says my darling son Taylor.
"Thanks, Taylor you look handsome in your suit and Karen you look lovely in your dress too."
"I am pretty just like Mommy." Karen beams.
"I want to be pretty too." Taylor says.
"Well son you never know what the future might bring." My husband says as he knowingly winks at me, before resting his hand on my thigh as we drive to the wedding.
When things change in your life that are out of your control sometimes you just have to accept them not matter how great or differnet they are.
Slightly updated on Feb. 20th 2006
I am startled when the door to our bedroom opens and I see my wife standing in the doorway looking at me as I stand primping in front of our full length mirror in a skimpy pair of black panties and a sexy matching cami top with my long brown hair cascading down onto my soft shoulders.
"Becky, honey, you surprised me. I thought you wouldn't be home till sometime after six thirty."
"It is almost seven thirty. It looks like you lost track of time."
"It's not what it looks like." I whine softly as I bat my freshly mascaraed eye lashes.
"Oh, then, what is it David?
When I left for work this morning you were still bitter and depressed that life wasn't treating you fair and still totally morose that you weren't a man any longer.
You once again didn't want to talk about what all the doctors told us?
That they can't figure out why or how your body changed but only that it had changed from being a fully functioning male to being totally and completely female.
But lets get back to the state of things as I have found you now.
Please, do tell me what this all means then." She says as she gestures at my body encased in sexy black feminine lingerie.
"By the way, is that a new cami top? It doesn't look like any I own.
With how you are now dressed I can surmise that you have finally accepted what you have become due to the odd medical quirk in your own body. Because what I see before me is a beautiful woman which is ten times better than the depressed woman in men's clothes who spent the last three weeks mopping around our house bemoaning the loss of her precious manhood."
"Well, yes I do..., well I did miss my manhood. You would too if you woke up one day and found that it was gone and somehow you had become a woman."
"Sweetie, if you haven't noticed I have been a woman my whole life and I find it very pleasurable and rewarding.
And by the looks of things maybe you have finally come to terms with the changes that has occurred in your life too.
But please continue.
I would like to hear how my jockey short and sweat suit wearing girlish husband finally ended up in the proper under garments for her body. "
"Well as you said I have been depressed and holed up in our house for almost three weeks now since somehow or another I became the woman you see before you. Frankly I couldn't take it anymore. Our lovely home had become my personal prison.
None of my old male clothes fit my body properly any more. This morning after you left for work I finally admitted to myself that I have looked stupid in them as I have tried to continue to wear them. I was trying vainly to cling to my last few shreds of manhood.
But as you said a woman's body wears women's clothes, not men's.
So I thought I would finally try on some of yours, like you have been recommending to me, from the beginning.
So I decided if I was going to wear women's clothes that I would go for the full effect and not do it half assed. I would do everything just like a normal woman would do.
You know just like you do each and everyday when you get ready.
So one thing led to another." My face began to blush heavily as I continued my story.
"First I trimmed my pubic hair into a cute little heart shape, just like you used to do when we were first dating."
"David I didn't think you even noticed." She said with a blush equal to my crimson cheeks.
"How couldn't I have noticed it was very sexy and down right darling. I would have been blind and dumb not to notice."
"Honey did you just say darling?"
"Well, ummm...yes I did. Lately I have begun to notice more than just my body has changed. In the last week I have found myself thinking all sorts of things I never thought about before. Things a men would never think of or say. The weird thing is it happens even in my own head. I think different words than I used to when I was a man."
"Like what?" She asks as she sits down effortlessly on our bed smoothing her dress under her bottom as she crosses her legs and pats the spot next to her and motions for me to sit down too.
"You know how that I have been trying to stay busy by cleaning, doing chores around the house and cooking?"
"Yes, you have been doing a great job. The house has never been cleaner and the dinners you have made for us have been tremendous."
"Well, somehow it all just seemed to come to me naturally. In the beginning it took me most of the day to get everything done in time for you to get home from work, but after the first week I finished my chores rather quickly and had a lot of free time on my hands till you would get home.
This may sound silly, but I have been watching day time TV and reading through all of your fashion and woman's magazines that we have around the house.
My head slowly filled with girlish words like panties, bras, make up, and dresses. But over time my mind fill with more descriptive word like lingerie, bikini panties, french cut panties, thong panties, soft cup bras, push bras, underwire bras, pantyhose, stockings, full and half slips, silk blouses, skirts, knit dresses, cocktail dresses, pumps, sling backs, flats, tennies, kneehigh high heeled black leather boots, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, nighties, cute, darling, luscious, adorable and pretty now fill my head at each and every moment during the day.
When I used to think or say; under ware, dress shirts, ties, suits, pants, dress shoes, gym shoes, tough, and handsome.
I used to think I was handsome, before, when I was a man. Now I am curious if others will find me pretty and nice?
I also found myself thinking about clothes, make up and hair styles and what would look good on me.
What I found most disturbing at first was that I also found myself fantasizing sexually about various men in the shows I watched and not the women. I would look at them to learn from them, to see what they were wearing, how they did their make up and hair, and how they moved, acted or talked. I found it all so weird.
And now it is becoming to seem so natural."
"David honey, just look at you.
Your body is that of a beautiful woman and just like most women it is filled with female hormones. It is only natural that your brain is starting to think like the rest of us women too." She says as she takes my hand and slowly raises it to her mouth and kisses it softly.
"So what did you do next, my darling girl friend?"
"Well after my little trim I jumped into the shower, shaved my legs and underarms.
Honey you were right so right they feel so much better now.
The softness of my skin is so much nicer than my old rough male skin and it looks more naturally with out all the yucky hair on my legs and in my arm pits.
Next since I was in the shower I washed and conditioned my now longer hair with your hair care products.
As the conditioner was doing its work in my hair I used our luffa and your scented body wash all over my whole body. I don't see how you can manage not to stay in the shower all day, honey." I giggle as my cheeks blush anew.
"As I washed my breasts and private area I must have had 2 or 3 orgasms.
My knees got weak and I felt all warm and tingly inside."
"I know but when a girl has to get ready for work or for a night out you learn to deal with getting your business done in the shower and hope for some release from your man later in the day." She says as she giggles.
"Or you can take care of your self with one of the toys I have in the bottom drawer of my night stand." she says looking at me knowingly.
"Men can be somewhat fast at times and we woman sometimes need a little more to reach the climax our bodies need and want.
I will pull them out and show them to you later.
So now you are all clean and climaxed, so what happened next?"
"Well I turned off the shower and pulled back the curtain and......"
"Your nipples got hard from the little breeze from pulling the curtain back."
"How did you know?"
"Well if you hadn't noticed I have been showering in this house since we moved in and as a woman just like you I have all the same parts. So it is only natural that my nipples would harden up occasionally too from time to time from the little breeze from our shower curtain."
"Sorry, I forgot. This girl stuff is still all so new to me. And sometimes I think I am the only one to go through all this stuff. I keep forgetting that half of the world is female like me too.
Well after my little hardening moment. I patted myself dry with one of our big soft bath sheets and then used some of your dusting powder all over my body. It felt heavenly and it smelled even better.
Then I wrapped a fresh towel around my hair turban style like you used to when your hair was longer.
Which reminds me honey, why did you cut your hair?
It was so pretty and sexy when it was longer."
"Well, my cute husband, having long hair is hard to manage, especially when you have to get to work on time each and every morning. Which you shall learn as you continue to care for your new longer hair each day as you get ready.
So now you are standing naked in our bathroom with just a towel around your hair. What did you do next?"
"Well, I did what any other girl would do I put on some Secret deodorant, wrapped a towel around my body to cover my breasts and pub's before heading out to our bedroom to raid your wardrobe and get dressed.
I was a tinsy bit scared.
I was finally admitting to myself that I have changed sides from being a man in a woman's body to just being a woman. I was about to don clothes that only a woman would wear.
As I walked out of the bathroom and over to your lingerie dresser I could feel the new softness of my thighs as they rubbed lightly together without all that nasty hair that used to reside on them, and it brought a smile to my face.
Next I pulled open the panty drawer of your lingerie dresser and pulled out these lusciously yummy black panties that I am still wearing and dropped my towel to my feet as I proceeded to slip them up my legs and past my soft fleshy thighs, till they were nestle against my crotch and encased around my bottom. They fit so much better then the jockey short I had been clinging to in my vain attempt to hold on to my lost manhood.
As I turned and looked at my butt in the mirror, I liked what I saw. A full rounded woman's tush in a sexy black nylon panty. there was not a stray hair sticking out of place.
With my privates taken care of I now moved on to my jiggling chest which I now realized had been in desperate need of support ever since I woke up the first time as a woman over three weeks ago.
As I pulled open the bra drawer I spied your soft cup black t-shirt bra right on top.
It took my a few awkward moments till I remembered how you put your bra on every morning.
I then quickly did the hooks in the front right under my breasts, then I spun my bra around till the hooks were centered on my back.
Then I leaned just a little bit forward to settle my boobs into the soft and silky cups of my bra as I then slid the straps up on to my shoulders and then stood up as a little sigh escaped my lips as my breasts settled naturally into their new cups. They were supported fully for the very first time.
Let me tell you this girl has learned her lesson. No more going bra less all day any more for me.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot your make up vanity with all your make up spread all over the top and I remember an article I had read earlier in the week about sultry day time make up styles. I make a instantaneous decision and quickly scurry down stairs to retrieve the magazine from where I had left it. Never thinking about the fact I am running around our house in nothing more that a black bra, matching panties with a towel around my long damp hair.
As I reached for the magazine from the end table in the living room my towel unexpectedly fell off my head and landed at my feet. As I was bending down to pick up both the towel and the magazine, for some unknown reason I look up and out the front window and see a Fedex guy walking up our front walkway. Our eyes meet for just a second before I make a mad dash back up stairs to the safety of our bedroom.
My heart was beating a mile a minute.
Another man saw me in my pretty lingerie.
What would he think about seeing me, another man in nothing but a bra and panties.
That's when it fully hit me. He didn't see another man in woman's lingerie. He saw a woman, and women wear bras and panties everyday.
It felt like an hour went by in that minute before the door bell finally rang.
In that time I quickly pulled on the denim skirt and white knit top you wore after work yesterday and for some reason I hurriedly put on some lip stick too before going back down stairs to answering the door.
"Morning Miss, I am so sorry.
I just want to apologize and make sure you know that I didn't mean to see you in just your undies.
I just came to delivery this package." He says as he holds on to a package and his clip board.
I can feel his eyes look me over quickly from my toes to my damp hair.
"You know it always amazes me how quickly you girls can get dressed when you need too, but what really amazes me is how long it takes you women if there is a man waiting to go some where with you." He said as he started walking back toward his truck with the package still under his arm."
"Excuse me isn't that package for us?" I ask shyly.
He stops abruptly and turns around. He then said the cutest thing to me.
"I can't believe that I am so flustered by a pretty lady.
Can we start all this over again?
Miss, ah ....."
"Miss Davis." I say as I blush at his attention.
"Well Miss Davis.
My name is Todd Webster and I work for Fedex.
Could you please sign here for this package?" He says as he hands my his clip board to sign.
"It must be for your sister because it is addressed to a Mrs. Davis, and since you don't have a wedding band."
"You are a very observant man.
First you catch me in my lingerie, then you are checking to see if I am single woman.
Are you flirting with me Mr. Webster?" I say as I sign for the package and hand him the clip board back.
"I hardly have any make up on and my hair is a complete mess."
"Well in this man's opinion you are one beautiful lady. And you look very pretty today. Your damp hair has a certain healthy playful quality."
This compliment causes my cheeks to blush even more.
"See, even your cheeks have an inner glow that is naturally pretty." He says as he looks me deeply into my eyes.
As he continues to stare into my eyes I can feel a new warmth spreading through out my body starting at my very core and spreading out through out my body seemingly ending with my nipples hardening in their silky bra cups.
"You were somewhat correct Mister Webster, the package is for my sister in-law, and yes I am a single woman.
But I have to get going I have finish getting ready so I can go out to do some shopping.
Thanks for the package."
"Have a good day Miss Davis." He says as he turns and walks down the side walk towards his delivery truck.
I don't know what came over me, but I needed a little more attention from this man who arrived at my door step.
"Thanks Todd, you do the same too, and by the way you can call me Cheryll."
"Take care Cheryll, and I look forward to talking with you again some time soon." He said as he looked me over one last time from my cute little toes to my still damp hair. I noticed that he paused only briefly at my chest before smiling at me as he turned and walked the rest of the way to his truck.
I watched his cute masculine back side as he jumped into his truck waved to me as he drove away.
As I closed the front door and looked at myself in the hallway mirror I was started by what I saw. I reminded myself of one of those women from the Desperate Housewives TV show.
All could see in the mirror was a pretty woman in bare feet wearing a denim miniskirt and a white knit top. She had a sexy and fun look about her, but as I looked closer I could see my black bra clearly through my white knit top and nestled in the cups of my bra were my two large engorged nipples standing out for Todd and the world to see.
A man just found me pretty as a woman and I liked it.
No I loved it. In mind body and spirit.
And for some crazy reason I had christened my self Cheryll Davis.
So I now had a feminine name to go with my feminine body."
"That is a pretty name you have chosen for your self you little tart."
"Why are you calling me a tart?" I ask naively.
"Well you were prancing around the house so the UPS man would see you in your lingerie.
That is a new way to get the attention of the poor lowly males." She giggled.
"Its not like that.
I didn't plan on anyone seeing me in my lingerie.
And anyway Todd is nice and he works for Fedex, not UPS."
"Its alright honey.
It happens to all of us girls at one time or another.
That's one of the many reasons we buy and wear pretty lingerie."
"The other is it feels so nice on our bodies." We say together as we both break out giggling.
"So what happened next?"
"Well as you can see I managed to finish my make up and hair.
The make up took me a number of tries to get it just right but my hair just came out this way all on its own. After I finished my make up and hair I looked down at my fingers and toes and decided they needed some color. All that practice I had from painting your toes paid off. I easily painted my fingers and toes a lovely shade of passion red.
As I was waiting for the third coat of polish to dry I felt a little incomplete clothing wise. So I tried to remember what I might be missing that's when it hits me. I am missing pantyhose and a slip and maybe a camisole. I stand up, unzip my skirt and step out of it as I walk over and pull out a new pair of sheer black pantyhose from the dresser along with a cute silky short half slip, I thought briefly about a putting on a matching camisole to hide my assets but I no longer felt the need. Breasts are part of my new feminine body so why hide them?
I carefully slip the pantyhose up my soft and smooth legs savoring the wonderful feeling of the nylon as it encases my long legs. Next I pull on my slip and step back into my denim skirt and zip it back up. Having the zipper in the back was strange at first but looking at my reflection in the mirror I appreciated how things look cleaner with out it disrupting the lines of my skirt. My eye is drawn to my sparkling red toes encased in my sheer black nylons, I debate for a moment what foot wear to put on; opened toed pumps, sandals or boots.
Being that it is a fall day I decided on your darling black knee high leather boots with the three inch heels. The leather of the boots and my nylons felt scrumptious against my legs.
I just needed a few more things to complete my look.
So I put on a pair of your small gold earrings, a simple gold bracelet, dainty little gold watch and this darling necklace which looks so nice in the cleavage of my chest.
Since I already smelled of your favorite perfume from your clothes I decided to spritz myself behind my ears, knees, wrists and on the top of my boobs.
I know see why you love wearing perfume all the time. Having your body exude such a pretty smell is intoxicating and the best part is the scent is wonderfully pretty and ultra feminine.
I walked around the house relishing everything about how I was dressed, made up, smelled and felt.
Everything felt right for the first time in long time, but I still felt caged in and trapped.
"Darn it I am all dressed up with no place to go." I said aloud to myself as I stamped my foot on the hard wood floor with a audible click of me heel.
That's when I got a very girlish idea.
I quickly found your extra black shoulder purse.
It had your extra set of credit cards, checkbook and id's.
I added my cell phone along with car and house keys and went upstairs and put in some of the make up I had used, a brush and for some reason a couple of tampons.
Before I could change my mind I found myself walking down our front walk with my high heels of my black leather boots clicking on the pavement as my nylon clad thighs rubbed softly together as I walked leisurely with my bottom swishing to your little yellow Miata parked at the curb.
I took the keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. I looked at the open car door and then look down at my feminine clad body as I deftly got in smoothing my skirt under my bottom as I swung my legs into the car.
I adjusted the seat and the mirrors and for some reason I lowered my visor mirror and checked and fluffed my long auburn hair.
As I started the car I decided I would do a little clothes shopping for me and grocery shopping for us since we needed a few things for dinner tonight.
I slipped in one of Pink's older albums and started singing along with "Get this Party Started" as I drove.
My first stop was the mall on the northside of the city.
I was biting my lip as I nervously looked for a parking place.
Luckily I spotted a handsome man in a dashing three piece suit as he was walking towards his car. He smiled at me and waved to me as he pointed out his car.
I had to back up the car to get to the space and happily there were no other cars behind me, so it was a breeze.
I pulled into the spot and I turned off my car and started to open the door when I remembered I had been biting my lips.
So I opened up my purse and freshened my lip stick and the rest of my make up.
As a lark I added a touch of lip gloss so that my lips would shine a little bit more.
Just as I was putting away the last of my make up I remembered that I hadn't turned on my cell phone and thought you might worry if you didn't find me at home and needed to reach me so I turned it on and put it back in my purse and zipped it closed.
As I put my purse on my shoulder I opened the car door.
I smartly swung my legs out and slowly smoothed my short skirt as I stood up carefully on my high heels and walked towards the entrance.
As I was about half way there a little breeze swirled around my legs and up to my panties, which caused me to giggle ever so slightly."
"Doesn't it feel wonderful when a breeze caresses your nyloned legs and your heart shaped bush through your silky and soft panties?" She asked me knowingly as she squeezed my hand reassuringly.
"Honey, aren't you mad that I went out dressed as a woman?"
"No, I knew the time would come, but I thought I would be with you for all the firsts you went through alone today.
But that not important.
What is important is letting you finish the tale about your day.
So what were you saying before I interrupted you?
Oh yeah so how did things go at the mall?"
"Well, lets see I went for a bra and panty fitting at Fields and found out that I am a full cup 36 B and not the 36 C like you, but our panties are the same size." I say smiling broadly.
"I have bad news for you sweetie. Sometime our breasts change depending on our time of the month or when we eat too much junk food, or did you ever consider that you might not be done changing into the pretty lady you are becoming?"
"Well, either way I got a number of cute new bra's and matching panties in black, purples, peaches, pink and nude. I also bought a few nighties since there will be two woman in the house wearing them.
And while I was there I got this darling little sexy bustier top for special times when I want to dress up or for playful times in the bedroom." I say with a mischievous grin on my painted shiny lips.
"Next I found the cutest store called Rachel's Closet.
They had these wonderful little black clingy dresses.
I found one with a darling heart shaped neckline with long sleeves that came to my mid thigh. I tried it on and I hope you don't mind but I had to have it so I bought it along with a few other things."
"Like what? she asked with a knowing smile again.
"The sales girl recommended I wear a miracle bra with it since the dress had such a sexy plunging neck line.
So I ended up with the little black dress, a black miracle bra with a matching thong panty, a special little stretchy black half slip, two pairs of sheer black Hanes pantyhose, a little black clutch purse and a darling pair of three and a half inch strappy sandals."
"Your first day shopping and it sounds like you are a old pro.
How much did it cost?"
"You aren't going to be mad? I ask as I lower my head, since I had gotten mad on numerous occasions when I was a man and she had gone clothes shopping.
"How can I get mad at you for the same thing I did on my lunch hour today myself?
Except my dress is in darling royal blue."
"Well, with all my lingerie, the dress and the essentials I needed to go with it......."
"Come on. Out with it girl.
It not like I haven't been shopping for woman's clothes before."
"Well, that true.
Ok, I spent fifteen hundred dollars, but I also forgot that I bought my own black high heeled boots, two denim skirts, three cute blouses, 1 pink knit top, 1 purple knit dress, an aerobic leotard, tights and a sports bra and a pair of cute little purple tennies.
And chicken, a salad,some french bread, along with some of that white wine you love for dinner too!" I say proudly as I sit up and look at my wife eye to eye.
"Darling it seems since we both have new dresses and it would be a shame not to share them with the rest of the world.
And since from the high lights of your day you have no problem being out in the world we should save the dinner you bought for another night and go out for a little dinner between to special girlfriends in their new sexy little dresses."
"That sounds wonderful." I coo as I girlishly hug my wife.
"I can't think of anything I would rather do then have dinner with my best girlfriend in the whole wide world." I say as I softly kiss her on the cheek as I stand up and remove my bustier freeing my breasts for the first time since this morning when I put on my first bra.
"Is my make up too much for dinner?
Or do think I need to just touch it up a bit?" I ask as I sit down at the vanity in our bedroom and look into the mirror for any areas that need touching up.
"I think you look great.
Maybe just touch up your lip stick and eye make up and you will be good to go.
How about we leave in fifteen minutes?"
"Sounds good to me." I say as I freshen up my eye shadow, mascara, blush and lip stick and gloss.
I also reapply perfume to all the right places before donning my new lingerie, sheer black Hanes pantyhose, my stretchy new slip and sexy strappy sandals.
As I am standing looking at my reflection in the bedroom mirror my once wife says. "If I didn't know I would swear I just watched another woman get ready for a night out in my bedroom and not my husband." She said as she slowly removed her wedding and engagement rings from her ring finger and moved them over to her other hand.
"From now on we are two girl friends, best girlfriends and not husband and wife.
It makes the most sense since we both have all the same female plumbing, thoughts, desires and needs.
Here put these on." She says as she hands me another engagement and wedding band set.
"These were my mothers and now they are yours. Especially since you named yourself after her, which I think is very sweet. Both sets of bands will remind us of our past lives together as husband and wife and our new fuller relationship as girlfriends."
"I don't want to loose you." I say as I fight back the tears to no avail.
"We will never regain what we had but we also will never truly loose it either." She said as she touch her heart first and then mine.
But we have to move forward and face the facts. We are two pretty single women who at the moment share a house.
This morning you gave us a relationship that reflects who we both are now.
When you choose to introduce your self as my sister in-law Cheryll Davis, so that is who you will to me from now on."
"Sisters by marriage. Till death do us part." She says as she kisses my forehead gently.
"So quit your crying and fix your make up again.
It's Friday night and time for the Davis girls to head out."
Thirty minutes later we are checking our clutch bags one last time before we head out for the evening.
"Cheryll, just a word of warring and a little something extra to carry in your purse just in case." She says as she hands me a couple of condoms to put in my purse.
You my naive girlfriend have got a very sexy way about you.
Your walk in your heels will drive men crazy along with the added swish of your rounded bottom and the jiggle of your full little tittes in their bra cups will have men all over you.
As you know from past experience, most guys are pigs and will say anything to get to play with your boobs or get into your pretty little panties."
"I wasn't like that was I? I ask with my head down cast as I look through my mascaraed eyelashes.
"No you weren't, but you need to be aware of the sexual energy you exude as a woman.
Little gestures or looks like the one you just gave me can drive the men wild. And those actions seem to come to you my sweet girl friend surprisingly very naturally.
With that little look through your eyelashes that you just gave me you can hook you almost any man you want.
But that doesn't change the facts. Most of the other men in the world haven't changed like you have changed in the last week.
I don't know about you, but most men I know couldn't pull off that little black dress you are wearing let alone be able to walk in those spikey heels.
I just don't want you to get hurt by the first man who tries to sweet talk you just so he could get some action for the night. I want your first time to be special.
I want you to play hard to get for now and take things slow.
You will know when the time is right.
Just like I knew when it was right to sleep with you the first time."
"That was on our third date.
How could you already know for sure after only three dates?"
"I just did and so will you when the time is right.
So keep your guard up, keep the boys away from your assets but remember to have fun too."
"How am I supposed to do both?" I ask as I lock the front door to our house and drop the keys into my cute little clutch purse right next to my new condoms as I turn on my pointed high heel to join Becky as we walk down our front walk. Our strappy sandals clicking in harmony together on the pavement as we walk.
"That my girl is one of the joys and frustrations we face as modern women today. Hopefully with each passing day it will slowly become more natural for you as it is for me." She says as she squeezes my freshly manicured hand.
Just then another of those little breezes darts in and around our legs and all the way up to our panties. We both softly sigh as the breeze lovingly caresses are nyloned legs and bottoms.
"I think I am going to love this girl stuff if my first day is any indication." I say as I wiggle my matching pedicured toe nails in their nylon and strappy encasing.
"That little breeze made my, no both of our nipples hard and erect. and it made me a little weak in the knees to boot." I giggle as I let me self into the passenger seat my old Accord that Becky is now driving. I easily navigate the complexities of my much shorter dress, pantyhose and high heels with out exposing my panties as I get into the car and close the door."
"Honey that was pure feminine perfection." She says as she gently rubs my soft nyloned thigh. Just as I used to do to her when ever we went anywhere together and I was driving and she was in the passenger seat.
"How about we grab a lite salad and go dancing? She asks as she starts the car.
Sounds smashing to me after all it is Friday night and we both have pretty new dresses to show off on the dance floor.
More to come at a later date........
It was only supposed to be for the weekend and it was supposed to help us understand each other better.
One Friday night as I was waiting for my wife Cheryll to finish getting ready so we could go out for our weekly date night. She asked a question that would affect both of use greatly for the rest of our lives. She casually asked me as she slid on a pair of her black three inch high heeled leather boots and stood up and sexily adjusted her bra and slip if I would like to swap bodies and lives with her? It would only be for the weekend.
She looked up and coyly smiled at me as she stepped into a sexy knit little black dress and turned and asked me to zip her up, you know honey it would help us understand each others wants and needs better. I agreed with her that it would be a great way to see how the other person thinks and what the go through each day as I zipped her up, but there was no way to actually do it.
She asked then asked me again this time more directly as we held hands in our bedroom. "Craig, honey would you like to try out my life and body as I try out your life and body this weekend?"
"Yes, Cheryll, I would like to try out your life and body as you try out my life and body this weekend."
I felt a quick spark or a jolt which forced me to close my eyes. When I opened them again I felt a little wobbly and somewhat exposed. I could also smell Cheryll's perfume even more and I could taste her lipstick too. Then I saw a males chest dressed in the dark blue suit I was wearing opposite me. As I looked down I saw a strand of long blond hair fall onto my shoulder, and a perfect pair of C cup breasts encased in a black knit dress, and below them a sexy pair of nylon clad legs and black leather boots.
I looked up to what was my face just a moment ago, it was smiling down at me as she, no she was now he and that made me the she in our relationship said, "You make a very pretty lady honey. I would be honored if you would join me for a night of dinner and dancing and hopefully a little bit of marital bliss once we get home."
He then pulled me close and kissed me as he held me tight, I felt loved and protected as he kissed me like I had never felt before. It was very nice to be treated as a pretty and desirable woman. I experienced many new feelings that night. The bliss of wearing lingerie, hose and heels. The softness of ones own nylon thighs as you cross them. The caress of a spring breeze as it creeps gently up ones dress. The camaraderie of the woman's room as one freshens their make up. The arousal one feels when they dance with someone they love, the hardening of my nipples, the wetness down below, the firmness of my husbands penis pressed against my rounded feminine belly. I didn't know things could feel so different yet so right. Craig took my arm as we walked, he held doors for me, he told me how pretty I looked in the moon light as he caressed my nylon clad bottom through my knit dress.
By the time we got home I was a woman in desperate need of my man. We made love over and over that weekend and by Sunday night we had a new and profound understanding of each other that we never had before. As we were getting ready for bed we tried to change back, but it wouldn't work. We stood facing each other unsure of what to do, me in a long ivory satin night gown with a tight bodice that held and softly caressed my ample bosom and my husband in a pair of his silk pajamas. We faced the facts that we would have to go to work as each other on Monday morning but that didn't mean we couldn't play newly weds again that night. As I was getting ready early the next morning as my husband slept in I found my self growing fond of my new female image in the mirror as I got ready for my first day at work in a dress and as a woman. I loved how my make up and hair turned out and it looked like I had an inner glow about me. The girls at work asked why I was smiling so much as I came into work but before I could answer one of them said Cheryll must have gotten laid last weekend and all I could do was blush as I walked to my desk and turned on my computer.
We tried again each night that week to switch back but it still did not work. We slowly settled back into our married life with the only change being who was the husband and who was the wife. We sent each other sexy emails and talked on the phone once or twice a day. Which was something I didn't make time for when I was the husband, but now as the wife I found I truly needed to hear from my man one way or another during the work day. It made me feel special and loved and sometimes wet. Like when he would send me a naughty email or when he would tell me what he was going to do to me that night at home.
We went out again for our date night on Friday and my husband had to wait for me to get ready since I could decide which of my new dresses I wanted to wear. He called me a typical female and we both laughed. On the following Tuesday morning as I was getting ready for work my breasts felt tender to the touch and I suddenly felt very sick and before I knew it I was throwing up in the toilet. My husband heard the noise and came in to check on me. He held me and helped to keep my long hair out of the toilet.
After I was done and cleaned my self up he asked me as he was shaving if I had my period last week?
"My what?" I said as I stopped putting on my make up at my vanity.
"You know your period, all you woman get them, even the newly minted ones like you. Where is your palm pilot Cheryll?" he asked me as I was curling my eye lashes.
"It is in my black purse on my lingerie dresser. Why do you want it?"
"It is where I kept track of my cycle when I was you," he said.
He stopped shaving and went out to find it as I finished up my make up and hair. As I stepped out into the bedroom in my shimmery peach bra and panty set I found my husband with his head in his hands his face still covered in shaving cream. My palm pilot was on the bed next to him.
He looked up at me and said, "You better sit down Cheryll. You know that family we have been wanting? Guess who is going to be the mommy and who is going to be the daddy? You where supposed to have your period last Tuesday, honey he said as he looked at me. When I was me I was never more than two or three days late. I think this means we are going to be parents."
I looked over at the man I loved and smiled as I kissed him, shaving cream and all. "I think we are going to be great parents, Craig. You will make a great dad and I look forward to being a loving and wonderful mommy."
I am eight months along now and fully adjusted to being a woman, a wife and a soon to be mother. I love my husband more today than I did the day we got married. He makes a much better husband and man than I ever did and he tells me I am the most sexy and beautiful woman in the world. Which make me blush and wet all at the same time. We have decided to leave things alone we are more in love and happier in our marriage than we were 8 months ago.
"Honey come quick I just felt your son kick, come feel," I say as I guide his hand to my growing belly and smile as my husband feels the kick of our unborn son in my expanding tummy.