I was born in a traditional Indian family. In a typical desi family, the father is the decision maker and the mother is supposed to help and support the man. Children, however old in age, are to never talk back/question elders from the family and teachers.

To the world, I was a typical do-gooder who never questioned anything from the elders. Our family friends were traditional and orthodox as well. To them, I was the ideal guy who never questioned elders. I was well educated and had a good paying career.

Continuing this culture and lifestyle, I was married in a typical arranged marriage. Me and my wife were allowed to meet only a few times before deciding on a life time of commitment.

She was from a family who held the traditional values of our culture but had also incorporated some of the more "modern" values. She was allowed to speak her mind, question elders when she felt the decisions were not right or downright harmful in regards to her or her loved ones.

My marriage to her, in all appearances, was extremely successful both emotionally and sexually. Although, we were not a power couple in our social circle, we did have a certain fan following.

She was emotionally well grounded and could process her emotions very well. She even helped me out sometimes during particularly vexing situations. She never raised her voice/shouted during arguments.

Both of us enjoyed sex, but for me it was a duty to be performed and not indulged in. For her, on the other hand, it was something to be experienced to the fullest. She even had toys for days when I wasn't particularly up to the challenge of satisfying her.

Despite our differences, my life and my marriage appeared perfect to our family and friends. But all was not fine in paradise land.

"Honey, I need to talk to you", I said to her with some trepidation. I did not know how she would react, but I needed to tell her the truth after these few years of our marriage.

She asked, "Alright, is this about why you were so withdrawn and quiet during today's dinner?".

"Yes, maybe, how could you tell?"

"Well, you are generally not the talkative sort, but today you seem to be in a flunk. So, tell me"

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to talk but no words came out, my throat was dry and my heart was beating like I was running a marathon.

I closed my mouth. Thought better of it and said, "This wasn't a good idea, maybe later".

"Looking at your overall reaction, I don't think you will be able to tell me later. You have come this far, don't leave me hanging. Tell me whatever it is. Rip the band aid off"

"I am trans"

There was a stunned silence. A silence never before experienced in our house and never since. She looked confused, angry and sad. For a time, I wasn't sure what her reaction would be. Time and the silencd seemed to stretch forever. All the while, she just looked at me.

And then, her face contorted.

"You pervert", she said and walked to our bedroom, locking the door from inside. I just stood there, for a long long time, not daring to move, feeling very very dirty deep inside me.

The next morning, I woke to find the bedroom door still locked from the inside. My wife usually woke up around the same time and we did the chores around the house. But not today, after the revelation last night.

Today, she remained in the bedroom. I knew she was awake, I could hear her walking about. I could feel her stomping. I could feel her crying.

Hesitant, I knocked on the door. Her movements stopped. I could hear her breathing, fast and raged, but she did not open the door, nor did she say anything.

So, I cooked the food, had some and left for work. At work, I tried to distract myself by talking with colleagues and customers. But, I felt reality crushing me.

My marriage was doomed. She would file for divorce. Her family would have to be told everything. The divorce proceedings would affect my career. My colleagues and by extension the company would be notified of my divorce and the reason. I would end up losing my job. The house and other financial assets would be divided equally, meaning I would probably have to sell my half and move out. So, possible unemployment and homelessness in my future.

As I reached home, I fully expected a posse of our relatives gathered at our house waiting for me. I stood there, at our door, expecting the worst possible outcome. Sighing, I keyed open the lock and stepped in our house.

The house was empty. No relatives waiting for me on the luxury couch. No rage filled eyes making me feel shame. Nothing, but an empty living room. Quickly, removing my shoes and putting my office bag away, I did a circuit of the house.

No one in the kitchen. The food was untouched, going bad. Bedroom door was unlocked, no one in the bedroom. The bed was made up, but my wife wasn't home and I did not know where she was.

I had a quick dinner, did the dishes and dried and put away everything. As I waited on the couch, the door opened and my wife came home. I stood up on seeing her, tried to say something, but she averted my gaze and walked back to the bedroom, closing the door behind her without saying a word.

The silent treatment continued for two more weeks. During that time, I woke up on the couch, prepared and ate food alone, and went to work. She never saw me at mornings, never had food at home, came home after me and went straight to sleep. I kept expecting an intervention, possible divorce, career and home loss.

It was on the 18th morning, that I entered the kitchen to find my wife sitting at the table. She had made coffee for two, but it was untouched in the jar.

I paused by the kitchen entrance and she looked me in the eye.

"Why don't you have a seat". Not a question. I sat opposite her.

"I am sorry, I called you a pervert", she began. "I assumed a picture of you, like in the movies, of abnormal people committing unspeakable acts. But, I realized, that's not you." A pause. "Are you?", she asked me directly.

"No, I am not".

"Okay", she replied.

"Does this mean that you are not mad at me?", I asked.

"No, I am mad. Very. I am not entirely sure, if it's you I am mad at though."

"Alright, so, what now?", I asked tentatively.

"You need to talk about this. I need to understand. We need to understand this, whatever this is".

"Talk, as in talk with a therapist? Like try and become normal?"

"No, not with a therapist. With me. We both need to talk with each other. We don't need a third person to help with our marriage. Not yet"

"Okay, fair enough, I would like that"

She came over and gave me a hug. There were tears in her eyes. For a moment, my eyes missed over, too.

Letting go of me, she took my face in her hands, "This only means that I am not sure where this is going and I would like to find out. It does not mean that I will stay with you forever or will leave you. I have to figure some things out, too"

Taking her hands in mine, I say, "It hurts to not know. I am hoping you would stay. But let's figure it out together."

Returning to her seat at the table, she says, "So this is how it will work. We will talk daily for some time. I will process what you say and ask you more questions. Mark my words, this will test you more than me. It will put you in a place where you will want to lie. I ask you only one thing - always tell me the truth, no matter what. Deal?"

"I will take it. When do we begin?"

"Right now. Let's get comfortable", she said leading me to the living room, where she had arranged two chairs across from each other.

She sat on one, indicating I should take the other one. She had a notebook ready for noting down whatever she wanted to note down.

I sat and looked at her expectantly.

"What does being transgender mean for you?". That was how we began our way through all of this.

I responded, "It means that I have a feminine side to me which feels more authentic than the male side I present to the world. It means there is a constant expectation from myself to express my feminity".

She asked, "A femine side can mean a lot of things. Does it mean that you like men? Is that the way you feel feminine? By being romantically involved with other men?"

"No. I am not attracted to men in any way. For me, I feel the most feminine when I am with other women. I have attractions to women."

She asked, "How would you express your feminity?"

"What do you mean?"

"Feminity/masculinity, as per my understanding, is all about aesthetics. How you present yourself to other people. In general, women express their feminity by wearing feminine clothes, jewellery, accessories and so on. Would you express your feminity by wearing women's clothes and using other female aesthetics?"

"Yes"

"Does doing this involve a sexual angle for you? Does wearing women's clothes and jewellery cause you to be sexually aroused?"

"Ummm", I was embarrassed she was talking about my sexuality. She was quite open when talking about her sexuality and what she wanted, but I never thought I would have to discuss my sexuality with her.

Frankly, men in India are expected to be masculine and dominating towards women in terms of sexual relationships. They are not supposed to have alternative parts to their sexuality.

"Think hard and answer, remember no lies!"

"Okay, well, it's not the act of cross dressing, per se, that gives me sexual arousal. It's the idea about me being a woman, that makes me aroused."

"So your feminity gives you arousal, is that it?"

"Yes, maybe"

She asked, "Does expressing your feminity stop at aesthetics or is there more involved?"

"There is more to it than simple aesthetics. I don't want to be a man in a dress. If there was a chance that I could become a full woman, I would take it."

"By full woman, you mean a woman like appearance only or do you mean everything including female genitals?"

"I mean everything, not just appearance"

She looked confused by my answer. "So you are attracted to women and you should be a whole woman, complete with a vagina?"

"Yes"

"How would that work sexually? When we used to have sex, I as a woman would be the one penetrated and you as a man would do the penetrating"

"I feel like sexually I should be penetrated"

"Right, you feel like there should be a vagina between your legs which should be penetrated by another woman?"

"Yes"

She kept looking at me, dumbfounded. Then she raised one eyebrow and asked, "Would it give you sexual pleasure if I penetrated you?"

My heart skipped a beat. This was it. I would have to admit to my wife that her husband was a submissive bitch.

"Well, speak up, don't just sit there, tell me. Would you like it if I penetrated you? Used one of my toys on you?"

"Yes", I said, with tears in my eyes. She sighed and we sat in silence for a time. Once I was calm, she said, "I don't know, if I can do that for you. I don't know, if I can be your wife, your partner like that".

"What's the use of your PP if you want to be penetrated?"

It was the next day, we were having breakfast prepared by me, poached eggs, hollandaise sauce and store brought muffins. It was delicious, I had prepared it with a focus that allowed me distractions from last night.

After our session, she had retired to the bedroom leaving me on the couch. Again. Clearly, the food wasn't delicious enough for her, as she was still bothered by my admission last night.

I looked up, pained at the memory of what I had admitted.

"I don't know, not much use apart from peeing"

She looked thoughtful, "Yet you did have sex with me the way men do. You are so different than other desi guys. Such a thing would be beneath them. They would never admit to it like you did"

I ate the eggs which were poached and seasoned perfectly and drenched in sauce.

She touched my forearm and said, "Why did you force yourself to have sex with me, if you didn't want to do it the way we used to do?"

"It was what was expected of me, to give you pleasure, is part of my duties. I did it because I wanted it to be perfect for you"

"But it wasn't what you wanted"

"No"

An understanding seemed to dawn up on her, behind her eyes. She smiled coyly and said, "Maybe we should lock up your PP, if you don't want to use it"

I was shocked and dropped the bite, splattering the table with sauce. She laughed and said, "Don't get your hopes up, I am just teasing you"

We began our session, as we had previously. We sat across from each other, in our respective chairs in the living room.

"You said, if you had a chance at becoming a full woman, you would take it. How would you look in that case?"

"I don't know, like a woman"

"You mean, you would want boobs?"

"Yes"

"How big?"

"Huh?"

She laughed, "How big would you have your melons be?"

"Not big, small"

"Smaller/bigger than mine?", she asked pointing to her perky and firm assets that I had pinched/massaged/suckled many a nights.

"Exactly like yours"

"You look cute when embarrassed. What about hair, would you grow it/prefer it short?"

"I would grow it"

"Okay, for now let's put a pin in it and continue after work"

We got ready and went to work each with our own musings. We both worked 9-5 corporate jobs. While hers was more technical, mine involved meeting with customers.

After work, I came home to find her cooking food for us, it was chicken curry with bhakari which is a sort of a tortilla made from cereals like jowar.

I put away my things and showered, while she plated the food. We ate in comfortable silence. For some reason, she was no longer stressed from last night.

She took a bite of chicken and said, "I wasn't having an affair"

"Huh? What?"

"When we weren't talking, I wasn't home"

"I wouldn't blame you, if you had, given what I put you through"

"Well, you did put the burden on us. It would have been easier if you had told me the truth before being engaged"

I didn't reply back and the meal was finished jn no time. I collected the dishes, washed, dried and put them away, while she cleaned the house.

After the chores, we were back in the chairs.

"You know, I have been thinking, while I don't agree to some of the things we discussed, maybe you can do other things which can give you some peace", she began.

"Like what?"

"Like you can grow out your hair, maybe even try some earrings"

"Really? It won't affect our marriage? It won't affect you? People will talk, make it bad for you"

"People always talk about things, they always have something bad to say for others. It won't affect me, just because you grew your hair or had your ears pierced"

"But it would bother you, if people called your husband a chakka"

"Yes, indeed, it would. Growing your hair, using jewellery is different than coming out as trans"

I replied, "Alright"

"Did you ever tell your parents?", she asked

"No, but my mom found out"

"How?"

"She caught me, one day, trying on her earrings"

"So you had your ears pierced and that was okay with her?"

"No, she didn't know I had pierced my ears. I didn't tell her"

"It's impossible to hide pierced ears. I am surprised, she or anyone from your family didn't notice"

"She didn't notice because I had them pierced the same day she caught me trying her earrings"

"What happened?"

"She was gone for work, no body was home. So I pierced my ears and put some of her earrings in. Before she came home, I took out those earrings and placed them back where they belonged. When she came home, she noticed the earrings were not placed as she usually does"

"How did she react?"

"That was the first time, she sat me down and explained to me kindly that me wearing women's earrings was wrong and a shameful act"

"So this happened multiple times?"

"Yes, I couldn't stop, I liked wearing earrings. Until one day she had enough"

"What did she do?"

I thought about how to tell her and said, "She beat me up, but it didn't end there"

"What else happened?"

"She got mad and told me to undress. She smeared make up products all over my body. When I tried to clean up, she locked the bathroom so I cleaned up in the toilet. She then dressed me up, put make up on me, all the while mocking me"

My wife was stunned, "That's horrible, I never imagined she would do something like this"

"She was stressed and never did anything lkke this again. There's more". I had suppressed this for so long, it felt good to get it out, to speak. "She then told me she would be taking me to all our neighbors' homes and show them what I was"

"This is mad, she really took her stress out on you. How did it make you feel?"

"Mostly sad, but a tiny part of me was overjoyed"

"That you had a chance to be feminine? However horrible the circumstances?"

"Yes"

"That's really messed up." A pause, then "Being feminine mattered so much to you, that you went through all that just because you got to feel feminine"

"Yes, maybe"

"Did she take you to your neighbors?"

"No"

"So no one knew apart from your parents that you were trans?"

"No, only my parents knew"

"What did they do?"

"Mostly ignored that I was trans. Whenever I tried talking about it later, I was made to feel shame and that it was unnatural"

She got up from her chair and came over to me and gave me a tender kiss. "I am truly sorry that you had to go through that. Overall, you are a good husband, a good partner. You do take care of me and put me first, even if sometimes, it may not be the way you want"

"Does this mean that I am forgiven?"

"No not yet, I am still mad but I am willing to take a chance to understand everything and save our marriage"

Next day was our weekly off.

After breakfast, we were getting ready to go shopping for weekly groceries.

Just as we got into the mall, she said, "Maybe you should have your ears pierced here at the shop, since we are here anyways"

I replied, "What's on your mind?"

"Like I said, I wouldn't mind if you wore earrings and had long hair. Come on, let's get it done already"

She grabbed me by my arm and led me to the piercing shop in the mall. The artist approached my wife, thinking she was the one who wanted the piercing.

"Oh no, we are not here for me, today. He needs ear piercings", she said pointing at me.

The artist asked, "I am assuming one in one ear?"

Thinking it over, my wife said, "Do it two per ear"

I was speechless. I had wanted ear piercings, but I never thought she would be okay with it, let alone two.

"What are you doing?", I asked her as the artist got busy gathering the supplies that would be needed. "I thought you would want max one in one ear only. I thought I would have to convince you for both ears, but here you are, asking for two per ear in both ears"

She shrugged, "It's a little bit out of my comfort zone, sure, but that's the point. I want to do this for you."

"Oh, so now you love me"

She smiled, "You cheeky bugger, you"

The artist told me to have a seat and marked my ears, then cleaned with alcoholic swabs.

"Don't worry, baby, you will have a shoulder to cry on", my wife teased me, as the artist picked up the piercing needle.

I just looked at her and didn't move a muscle as the needle pierced four different places of my ears. I was trans, but no body said I couldn't take the pain.

After that, we bought the groceries. On our way back, I kept touching my lobes.

"Oh, you like them, don't you?", my wife teased me.

"Heh. It is a new feeling. I can feel the earrings. Also, my lobes are sore"

"Okay, but stop touching them. You should put some coconut oil on the wounds so they don't feel so sore"

As we reached home, I touched my lobes again.

"Seriously, stop touching your lobes", she was frustrated. "If you touch them again, I swear I will have to handcuff you"

"Really? I am game", I said reaching for my lobes. She grabbed my arms and dragged them down. "Stop it"

We freshened up and sat down for some coffee. It was a long day, and we both needed the cafine boost.

"About those studs you got there, they are starters. You should switch them out after your lobes heal. What would you like to wear?"

"I was thinking, those black diamond square studs that guys wear"

"So goth, maybe you should wear eyeliner too. Yeah, the studs will work, but for the secondary holes, you would have to use hoops"

I raised an eyebrow, "Hoops? Alright. I mean now that I have four earrings, I would have some explaining to do. Especially, at the office."

"Wearing secondary earrings is an option. So you can take them out during office hours and wear them whenever you want"

"Alright"

"Now, about your hair. Would you like to grow it out?", she asked me.

"Yes"

"To what length?"

"I don't know, never thought about it and never tried to grow it before"

"Initially, you can try shoulder length. After that, it's up to you, if you can maintain them good then go for it", she suggested.

"Sure"

She gave me an amused look.

"What?", I asked.

"Now I will get to try different styles on you. A bun would look cute for you"

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That night after dinner, she gave me a kiss, "You can sleep with me tonight".

As we got ready for bed, she came over and started touching me all over. She whispered, "You want to feel feminine? I will make you feel feminine. Lay down"

I laid down as she kissed my mouth, my chest and then my stomach. All the while, she kept rotating the earrings in my sore ears. Her fingers were cold. She had dipped her hands in ice water before coming to bed. The feeling was exquisite. Then she stopped and touched my cock with her cold cold hands.

It was like electricity shooting up from my groin through my stomach to my brain. My ears were throbbing and there was this awesome sensation travelling from her hands to my brain. I let out a moan.

"You want to be a woman, tonight is your night, darling", saying this she stopped touching my cock and looked up at me. I began to relax, as she cuddled me for some time. Soon, I had gone completely flaccid.

She got up and retrieved something from her drawer where she kept her toys. She came over and put something cold over my cock. Then quickly, I heard a snick and felt something heavy on my cock. I got up and looked down. She had put a cock cage on me and locked it. The key was around her neck.

Before I could react, she started rubbing the head of my cock through the bars of the cage. My body tried for an erection but failed again and again. She kept rubbing the head.

Almost as if she was rubbing my clitoris.

Then she stopped and just looked at me. "Please, please, please do it", I begged her out of torment.

She started rubbing my cock again. This time I laid down and she sat on my face, facing my cock. "Lick it darling", she ordered, as she placed her pussy over my mouth.

Her smell drove me mad with lust, all the while I kept trying and failing to get an erection. I let out a moan of pure hunger and started licking my wife's pussy.

Soon, we were both moaning. I was on edge, I could feel it. She felt it too, as my body began to buck and my muscles began to spasm. She rubbed my cock faster and faster through the cage, until finally I came.

I had come many times on so many nights before, but not like this. There was intense sensation radiating through my groin and my tummy. My cock was still twitching after I had dumped my load. My breath was caught in my throat as I leaned into the sensations of my body.

When I relaxed, she was seating on my chest facing me. "My turn", she said and sat on my face again, this time facing away from my cock, which was still in it's cage.

She grabbed my head and pushed her pussy over my mouth, "Lick it baby, lick it like it's the last thing you will lick". I began licking her soft soft pussy, constantly reminded of the weight on my cock.

She began to bob my head with her hands, faster and faster. I reached with my hands and massaged her swollen nipples. They hardened under my fingers. I caressed her body, her tummy, her soft ass cheeks, making her moan. It got heady, as she reached the edge of climax and finally, came all over my face.

She smiled at me like a cat and got down from my face, placing the key in my hands.

"Did you like it last night?", she smilingly asked over a cup of coffee the next morning.

My face got red and I avoided catching her eye.

"Looks like your face liked it. You are so adorable with your face all flushed like that"

I lightly swatted her head and sneaked a quick kiss on her lips, "You snore"

We basked in the moment for a while, then I got serious, "Darling, I am worried. I have to go to office today. I am worried about the earrings. I am sure I will end up being fired by the end of the day."

She gave me a look and said, "You are been dramatic. Yes, they will find it weird that you would show up with earrings, because you have never worn any before. It surely won't be because you are wearing earrings. Why don't you relax and go with the flow. No one gets fired over a couple of silly earrings"

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I entered my workspace very hesitantly. My shoulders were hunched around my ears and my head was bowed. As I walked over to my desk, I heard someone call for me. I almost had a heart attack.

I took a deep breath, relaxed, leveled my gaze and turned around to find a couple of my colleagues walking towards me.

One of them was shorter than me and had to look up while the other was my height. "Hi", I said reaching to shake their hands. The taller one noticed a glint in my ears and got confused. The shorter one reacted to her confusion.

"What is it?", he asked. She replied reaching for my ears, "He's wearing earrings", turning to me, "You never wear earrings".

My heart was in my mouth. I replied, "So what? I can't wear any?"

"No, no. We haven't ever seen you with earrings, and it's a bit odd to see you wearing them now, that too, two in both ears"

"Okay, okay, now let's not dwell too much on them, let's focus on the work"

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"Yeah, wifey, you were right. They found it odd as I have never worn any. But that was it. There wasn't any nasty reaction", I told my wife.

We were sitting on the couch after dinner, watching our favorite show. I had laid down with my head on her lap.

"Even if there was a nasty reaction, don't let it bother you. If they can't handle lousy earrings, then they probably are not good as employers for you and you should anyways look for work elsewhere", she said while stroking my head.

After a while, she massaged my hair with oil and showed me how to do the same for her. We were like to women massaging each other's hair.

She said, "What we did last night, not everybody does it. Some even consider it unnatural. But, I am okay with it. Just that. Are you okay with that?"

"You are okay with locking me up and making me feel the most intense orgasm there is? But you are not okay with my desire to be penetrated?"

"Yes, to the first one. No, to the second one. At least not yet. Whatever we are doing, I still consider you my husband, my caretaker. If we do the penetration thing for you, it would shatter that belief. You will no longer be my husband, but someone my equal, maybe even less than me"

"How could I be less than you, I love you, I adore you. No matter what, I will always be yours"

"How does it feel to be a woman?"

It was a beautiful morning and we were sitting in the balcony, taking in the view with a cup of coffee.

She had been unusually quite. She's not a chatterbox, but she usually has something to say. If nothing else, she will drop a teasing remark or two.

So to bring her out of the flunk, I asked her, "How does it feel to be a woman?"

She seemed to register that I was talking and looked at me, "Hmmm, what was that?"

"Honey, how does it feel to be a woman? Or rather what's the difference between me and you?"

She thought about it, "There are levels at which we are different but levels at which we may be same"

I kept quiet while she formed her thoughts into words.

"You know that visually, we are different. You have facial hair, while I don't. You have a well defined jaw line, I don't. You have denser body hair than me. Your body hair distribution is different than me. You have a penis, I have a vagina."

"Also boobs", I said.

She smiled, "Yes, I have boobs, you don't".

"Yes, I know all that, but what does this difference feel like to you? How does your body feel compared to mine?"

"I am much softer and warmer than you, as I have more fat beneath the skin compared to you."

"Uh-hhh", I implored her to continue.

"I smell different than you, your smell is metallic while mine is musky"

"What about the hair on our heads?"

"Hair wise there's not much difference between us. I just use more hair products and take care of it to make it softer"

"Okay", I said mulling over what she had said.

"There's more though, things that people never talk about. Especially, in desi culture"

"Tell me more, darling", I said.

"Women generally have much less libido than men. Much much less. Men's libido is very high and it usually distracts them"

"What are you saying? So you don't have a constant desire to have sex?"

"Actually, no. To make a woman horny, a lot of work needs to be done. That's why women enjoy foreplay more than sex. If you were to, straight away penetrate a woman, it would not work for either. Most of the time, desi women are left unsatisfied as desi husbands have no idea how to turn on their wifes"

"But women do get pregnant, right? So they are getting satisfaction from sex, if they get pregnant?"

"Getting pregnant and having an orgasm are different things for a woman. There can be no orgasm, yet women can get pregnant, that's possible"

I gave her a look, that said I wasn't convinced.

"Most desi women fake it for their husband's sake. Most desi women don't even know an orgasm is possible for them"

"Have you ever had an orgasm with me?", I asked.

"Not in the beginning, no. Sex was new for us and we had to figure out some things. Rather, I had to figure out things, you just did what you were ordered to", she said teasingly.

"Oh, that's it, is it?", I challenged.

"Women also have multiple orgasms"

It didn't register. "Yeah, okay, no big deal there. If you have sex multiple times over multiple days, then it's multiple orgasms right?"

"No, sweetheart. In the same session"

"Huh, that's really unfair. Men are spent after the first spurt"

"Yes, that's the beauty of a woman". She looked over at me curiously, "Why this topic?"

"I wanted to know the differences"

"Like, you wanted those things for you? Soft body, no facial hair, female pattern body hair, multiple orgasms, the works?"

"Yes", my mouth had gone dry and getting that single syllable out felt like a monumental effort. She saw it. I saw that she saw.

She looked thoughtful and a little sad. We stayed quite for some time before getting ready for work.

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Work was uneventful, except people started commenting on my pierced ears as I had switched out the starters for black diamonds. I wasn't wearing hoops in the secondary holes, but the holes were visible to everyone.

I got a lot of compliments. But there were times I froze. One colleague, who had noticed the piercing for the first time observed, "You have got two holes in your ears. It's very womanly. Then why don't you wear hoops like a woman?"

I didn't say anything and avoided the question.

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The next couple of weeks we barely talked about trans stuff. She seemed to take her time to process what I had said. She was allowing me to sleep with her, which was a relief for both of us, as neither of us wanted to cheat or be lonely.

She continued to lock me during sex and I regularly came, without attending full erection. Our discussions made the sex all the more wonderful. Now I knew how her body worked, what she really needed and how to give her maximum pleasure. At one point, I was making her come a minimum of 4-5 times daily.

The overall effect on us was we were both much more satisfied and could focus on things that needed to be done.

Meanwhile, I continued to wear earrings to office and for family functions and around the house I used to wear hoops along with the studs. My hair continued to grow and it was upto my nose.

The reaction of family members was predictable , in that some said it looked cool while some continued to make snide remarks about how unmanly it looked. They began hitting on my wife, saying she should probably leave me for better men.

This became too much for me one day and I said to my wife, "Honey, this is too much for me. It hurts me, that people are questioning our marriage and suggesting you leave me. Maybe I should stop doing this and be like the man they want me to be"

She took my hand in hers, looked me in the eye and said, "Does their opinion matter more to you than mine?"

"No" "Maybe", I added as a feeble afterthought.

"We are not, ever, going to be normal, after you let the genie out of the lamp. I like this side of you too much, to let it go. Besides those men were hitting on me even before our marriage and they will continue hitting on other women. You should realize this, you are much more better than they are, in every respect"

"Am I? I don't feel it", I replied glumly.

"You are more faithful than they ever will be. You are trans, yes, but you approached me and we talked about it. How many of these so called men will have the courage to approach their wifes and talk about their problems? How many of them will cheat they moment they are given a chance? How many of them even understand women's sexuality, let alone satisfying their wifes? How many of these will be able to satisfy me?"

"When you put it like that .... "

She said, "I will tell you, none. You are a much better person than they ever will be. Don't let their opinions define you and us.

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It was moths after I had started growing my hair. I hadn't had a haircut since we had pierced my ears. Now my hair was upto my neck below the jaw line but it wasn't very neat. I used to put it into a tiny ponytail at the base of my neck.

One day after dinner, she stood behind me and took out the ponytail, observing the length, playing with it some. "Your hair is long enough for a longer haircut. Maybe you should get a U-shaped cut. It will look much better"

"I agree but where should I go to get a haircut like that? My barber knows only the army or the millimeter cut"

She suggested, "You can go to a unisex salon. Call them before hand and check if they are willing to give do the cut for you"

"Good idea, I will do that". Using Google I was able to locate a place near our home who could do the cut for me. It was by appointment only, so I booked my appointment and reached there for a cut.

Firstly, they gave me a wash, which is almost never done in men's barber shops. It is generally a 15-20 minute process for men to get a haircut. But that they it took 10 minutes just to wash and dry my hair, then further 30 mins for the haircut and styling. I had wanted to surprise my wife with waves, so she had no idea to expect an styling. The final result was a neck length cut with waves.

When she saw me, she was pleasantly surprised, "It looks cute on you. You look so nice. It would look nicer if you do a clean shave"

From then on I used to clean shave daily. She showed me how to restyle the waves after I got them wet in the shower. She showed me her curling iron and hair dryers. But I got myself a separate pair, because, why not?.

One day we were idling on the couch and she started playing with my hair. She was just goofing around massaging my hair, when she seemed to be struck with an idea.

She said to wait. She went and came back and started combing my hair this way and that. There were no mirrors in the living room, so I couldn't see what she was doing.

But then she started pulling half my hair to one side leaving the other half as it was. I could guess what she was doing, I asked her anyways, "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Just wait and see, we will have some fun", as she said this, she pulled the gathered half tight and then there was a snapping sound. I could feel the pull on one side of my head, but it wasn't very tight, just a new sensation.

She then started pulling the other half and in no time there was the sanpping sound again. She faced me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Then she placed her hands high on the sides of my head and pulled me by my hair into a kiss.

She then walked me over to the mirror in our bedroom. I saw she had made high pigtails on the sides on my head. She had used the pigtails as handles to guide my head while kissing.

She came up behind me and grabbed my pigtails (my pigtails???) and shook my head. The feeling was wonderful. Holding the pigtails she stirred me onto our bed and sat on my face. She just took down her panties and hadn't fully undressed. There was no cage for me tonight.

As soon as her smell hit me, I had an instant erection. But she didn't pay any attention to it. She grabbed my pigtails and used them to help the direction, while I licked the juices coming out of her pussy.

I was floored by the things she was making me do. I wanted to soak in every bit of the feelings, so I licked her slowly and sensually, taking my time. She let out a moan and pulled my pigtails tighter using them to smash her pussy on my mouth, "Lick it, bitch. Faster. Give me more". I did. I gradually increased my speed and she let out a sigh of relief. I went faster and faster, she smashed my face tighter to her pussy, pulling my pigtails. Finally, she reached climax and I managed to make her come on my face.

Then she got down from my face and started stroking the head of my erect cock. She did not touch the shaft, only rotated her fingers on the head. Then she leaned in and used her tongue on the head.

I tried to become even more hard from all her actions. She waved her hand for me to lean to her, which I did. I could feel the pigtails moving with my head, could feel the displaced air move around.

While she used her mouth on my cock head, she reached up and pulled my head lower grabbing the pigtails. She twirled her fingers around my pigtails while licking my cock head.

Finally, I was too overcome from the sensations and came. She moved her head away just as I came and dragged my pigtails so my head was directly above my cock. I got a face full of my own juice. Some went into my nose, some into my mouth. I was shocked more than anything else. The feeling was gross, all wet and warm on my tongue and face. The taste was a little salty. I spit it out, and looked up at her

Smiling like a cat, she gave me a towel to clean up.

The next day she teased me relentlessly.

I did not dignify her teasing my a reply, but the memory of last night bought an unexpected feeling of acceptance. It felt like for the first time I was in my body.

"Look at you squirm. Your face is all red. Looks like your face enjoyed it more than you did!", she teased.

I kept my focus on the coffee cup. It was an interesting cup. Plain, but interesting.

"You looked really feminine in pigtails. They suit you. You should wear pigtails more often than that boring ponytail"

"Yes, I enjoyed it. But, not the end. It was gross. I don't want a man's juices on my face, much less my own. Besides, it reminds me that I am a man"

"So you're saying, you like my juices on your face, but not yours or any other man's?"

"Yes, I find it hot when you, a woman comes over me, because of me. I don't want anything to with a man. I told you I don't have a romantic interest in men"

"Okay, okay. Let's not do it again"

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Work was uneventful for the next couple of weeks. I used to wear a low ponytail with middle part, and four earrings. I used to be clean shaven. But people never bothered me about it, except some guys, who gave me confused look now and then. Until one day.

It was a typical work day. I had been assigned a project, and I was working on it, reporting my work to our manager from time to time. One day, a guy from my team and a few of his friends were waiting for me after work, at the end of the road outside our office.

He approached me and got a hold of my hand saying, "Come, we have to show you something"

He didn't give me a chance to respond and started guiding me by grabbing my arm. Some of his guys grabbed my jacket and roughly pushed me in the direction he was leading me.

My mind was in a whirl. This was completely new to me and I had no idea how to react. Men hadn't acted this way towards me. I had never seen men act like this towards each other.

My heart began beating faster. I looked up, and found myself in an alley beside our office. His cronies were holding my arms to the sides. They had me pinned, immobilizing my arms. He was front and center.

Before I could say anything, he kissed me on my mouth, all wiry bristles. I was shocked and didn't kiss back.

He pulled me by my belt while my arms were still pinned, and tried to kiss me again. Again, this time I kept my mouth closed. It was so gross and not at all like the kiss I shared with my wife.

The shock of what was taking place, had receded, and now I saw everything clearly. I got angry, "Oh, so you think pinning me and kissing me puts you in control? Think again, I am not someone you can walk over, to allow you to do this"

He got an arm around my neck, and pulling my ponytail made me look at him. "Who are you, hijra, hmm? You? You dare threaten me, chakku?"

I wasn't threatening actually, I was stating a fact. He was about to get hurt. A lot. But why waste words?

They hadn't restricted my legs. He was very close to me, that gave me an advantage. I lifted my knee up to the level of my hips, paused a few micro seconds to gauge the angle. His attitudechaneg from smug to confused. I rammed the heel of my foot, with as much force as I could, into his shin.

There was a sound of a breaking bone. He looked down at his foot in horror and confusion. Then he looked up at me and let out the most inhuman howl of pain I have ever heard.

Hearing him howl like that, his cronies lost their nerves and left me and him in the alley.

I snapped my rumpled jacket and leaned in to his face, "This isn't over" and left for home.

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When I reached home, I found my wife in the living room, on the couch.

She took one look at my face, and came over and gave me a hug, "What happened?"

I told her everything. I told her about the kiss. I told her about how I had broken his leg.

I said, "He may not be able to walk ever again"

She asked, "Are you feeling sorry for him? After what he did to you?"

I replied, "A little. But like I told him, this isn't over. I am going to raise hell with HR"

That day I was too grossed out for sex, so I only fingered my wife. My mind wasn't in sex that day.

"That's enough for today, darling. You are hurting. Some other time"

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The next day at work, he arrived with a cast on his leg, informing everyone that he was involved in an accident.

Once everyone had settled down, I went to HR and told them clearly and concisely what had happened. I registered a case of sexual harassment against him with HR. They promised to look into it.

The day went uneventfully, except he kept throwing me dirty looks. I wondered what that was about. Probably had to do something with the discussion the HR people had with him.

He approached me in the privacy of washroom. No cronies this time. He began, "Please take your complaint back. Think about my family. Think about my kids. I won't be able to have a proper job. My wife and my kids won't be able to show their face. My family will be shunned. It will all be on you"

"Hmmm. No, not really. It was your actions that bought this on you. It was your doing, that's going to ruin your family. Did you think about your kids and your wife when you assaulted me?", I asked.

He opened his mouth to reply and I said, "Don't bother. That was rhetorical. I am not taking my complaint back, do whatever you will"

"I will ruin you. I will rape that pretty wife of yours. I will ruin her. I will ruin your family", he snarled.

I left him staring angrily at nothing.

When the case was over, he was found guilty. He wasn't fired, though, and was let go with a warning and continued working with the company.

But the damage was done. Nobody wanted to work with him anymore. He got sidelined in the company and eventually left.

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It was a few weeks after the case, that things got back to normal between my wife and me.

My hair had grown to within half an inch of my shoulders She sometimes put my hair in pigtails. Sometimes she asked me to put on one of her colourful hairbands. Mostly, I loved the classic middle parted low ponytail.

"Let's try something different today", she said. "Time for the cage"

We were getting ready for bed, when she locked my cock in a cage. As usual. This time, something felt different, heavier. I looked down at my restricted cock. She had got me a new cage.

This cage had a bigger head on the front and felt heavy. She reached beneath and tweaked some tiny knob. Immediately, my cock head was hit with intense vibrations. Before, I could do anything but open my mouth in reaction, the vibrations stopped.

"What -- ?", I began but the rest of the sentence got lost somewhere in my brain. The vibrations started again. Stopped. Break. Started. Stopped. Break. Started. Stopped. Break.

As my body adjusted to this onslaught of pleasure, I realized what it was. The cage had a vibrator on its head which pulsed my cock head with intense vibrations.

"That's hot", she observed panting a little. "The pulsing is going to increase with the duration between pulses, becoming shorter and shorter"

Increase? I thought that was the maximum setting. I didn't say anything, instead undid my ponytail, shook out my hair. My hair came almost up to my shoulders, and framed my face nicely. I had gotten a layered cut recetly

I kissed my wife full on her lips, putting my arms around her neck. She responded by putting her tongue in my mouth, caressing my teeth. She held me close by my waist. I could smell her breath, fresh and minty.

I was lost in the kiss, we kept massaging each other's tongues. I sneaked my tongue in her mouth. She bit my tongue softly. The vibrations continued.

Holding me by my waist, she sat on the bed and pulled me down on my knees. She opened her thighs wide, indicating what I was to do.

I went in and began licking her. She smelled a little fishy. She smelled incredible. She locked my head with her thighs.

My head felt like it was resting on the softest and warmest imaginable pillow, while my nose was buried in her. The feeling was incredible, and enhanced by the vibrations being sent through my cock head.

I continued licking her, rubbing her thighs. Making her moan slightly. I roamed my hands over her body from tummy to chest. I roamed my fingers lightly around her boobs making her nipples tighten in anticipation. I kept on caressing her boobs without going anywhere near her nipples or her areola.

She moaned, and moaned some more. Finally, she let out a yell of frustration and I immediately pinched her nipples, hard. Her reaction was instantaneous. She sucked in air and arched her back, pressing boobs into my hands and pussy over my mouth.

The vibrations began getting intense as she had promised. In response, I increased speed with which I massaged her boobs and licked her vagina.

We were both near a climax, I could feel it. Just a little more vibrations and we went over the edge.

Once, the glow had faded, she got up and gave me a towel to clean up. Still on my knees, still caged, I cleaned her up first, foot to waist. Then cleaned myself. She reached down and turned off the vibrations.

She did not give me the key, this time. We spooned, the cage still on me.

I was woken the next day, by the most excruciating erection I ever had. Or tried to have. I was still locked in the damn cage.

I looked around the room for the key. I searched the flat, but I couldn't find the key.

Finally, I went to wake my wife, to find her woken up, due to all the noise I may or may not have made. She smiled and it looked like she knew exactly what was going on with me.

She came to me and gave me a slow kiss, which made me curl my toes, "Frustrated much?"

"Yes, actually. Very. Where's the key?"

"Heh. It'sin a swfe place. I wanted to try something"

"What? Come on, don't fool around, fun is over. Give me the key", I said

"Alright, you will get the key. But in a week. I wanted to try this. Please. For me?", she pleaded.

"In a week!!", I sputtered. "What are you trying to accomplish here?"

"I got to thinking. In the last few months since we started on this, you have never penetrated me. With your cock", she said.

Yes, indeed that was true. I had not used my cock to penetrate her during the last couple of months. I did, however, use my fingers.

She continued, "So, I thought, why not do something like this? Just for a week? To see what our options are?"

"But, why? During sex, it's one thing. What about the rest of the time? Like, now? And during office? Won't the cage be visible through my trousers?", I complained.

"No, it won't be visible in your trousers. I have something for that. Thing is, these last couple of days, I have been thinking. You are trans. You look more...ugh, I don't know, more in your body nowadays, with the hair and the earrings and the way we have sex"

Then it hit me. It really hit me, in my gut. My god, I was indeed trans. It was not just a phase. I had been feeling more and more like myself, but there was still something missing.

She said, "Who knows what will happen in the future? This may be a phase for you. Or maybe a tool for our sexual pleasure. On the other hand, there's a chance that you might decide to transition and get rid of your cock entirely. Think about this as a trial for the times to come"

I was thoughtful. Yes, there was a very very high probability that I may transition and get the surgery done. What will happen then? I will have no male genitals, that's for sure. Like this current situation, my cock was practically non existent.

Grumpily, I asked her, "Okay, that does make a certain amount of twisted sense. Very very twisted sense. What about times like now though? It hurts and not in a fun way"

She smiled lovingly, "All part of the process, my darling. Certain amount of pain will be there, yes. That doesn't mean you have to suffer. Right now, you can take a cold shower, it will help you for a few hours at least"

I gave her a look, "This is nuts. No desi guy would have this done"

"You mean, like, no desi guy would have had the courage to explore his identity with his wife? Indeed, they wouldn't have the courage to tell their wifes what they liked apart from the usual wham-dham, google morning ma'am"

"But this is part of sex. Role playing, maybe. Not everyday life"

"Yes, part of sex. Know what that phrase means? It means, a part of your sexuality. I don't mean that you get off on being restricted. But you certainly are very much comfortable when treated as feminine. What's wrong in that? It's apart of you. It is what defines you"

I sighed. "Alright. But no more than a week. Promise me", I demanded.

"Yes, no more than a week. Although, we will talk about how you feel before I give you the key next week. Now, go take a cold shower", she said swatting my ass lightly.

The shower did make me cool down and for the next few hours, it was business as usual. She showed me a string attachment that came with the cage. The string went down from the cage and above through my butt cheeks and then around my waist, where she tied it off. It looked and felt like a thong. Interesting.

The string, when tied of like that, pulled the cage head down, effectively leaving no tell tale signs when I wore my trousers to work.

The rest of the day, it was a weird, heavy feeling, but soon I got used to it. I made it work by peeing, whenever I was aroused. Doing so gave me relief.

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That night, we decided to do date night, in the spirit of the newly defined facets of our relationship.

For the date, I decided to let down my hair. It almost reached my shoulders. A couple more weeks, and it will be a few centimeters past my shoulders. I styled it in waves. Then did a clean shave. I had the hoops and the black diamond studs, as usual. I wore a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans and evening jacket matching the jeans.

She wore her hair in a classy ponytail with waves. She had on some gloden drop earrings with an off white dress.

I was drooling at the sight of her, "You look stunning"

She looked me up and down, "Speak for yourself. You look good with your hair let down. Goes well with your jacket. Maybe, some shape to your eyebrows? Come here, let me have a look"

She cleaned up a few hairs from my eyebrows, but not much. It wasn't a feminine look but enhanced the clean shave.

I said, "Let's go".

We went to a movie, which unexpectedly, turned out to be thoroughly trashy. To make up for the movie, we dinned in a nice place.

There were lounge chairs and music.

"I feel like I will fall asleep here itself", I said feeling relaxed in the ambience and the soft lounge chairs.

"Yes, me too", my wife said with a twinkle in her eyes.

That night, she made me sit and lock her head between my thighs, while she licked (licked???) my cock head which was still restricted.

After having been locked up with no release the entire day, I was floating in lust and pleasure. I closed my eyes and let out a moan.

She edged me, then stopped. I opened my eyes and looked at her, shocked. She smiled evily, "My turn"

Saying that, she got up and sat on my lap and started kissing me passionately, drowning out whatever I was going to say.

Well, when in Rome, right?

I kissed back, but mostly let her do the kissing and reached to fondle her hard nipples. She kissed me even more deeply, leaning her boobs into my touch.

She then guided one of my hands to her pussy, the other continuing to fondle one of her breasts.

She brushed my hair with one hand and with the other, began caressing my cock head through the bars of the cock cage.

Reaching behind my head, she gave a pull on my hair, exposing my throat. She leaned in and bit me like a vampire, on my throat.

Looking up, she guided me to her other breast. I began biting and sucking on her nipple, while my hand pinched the other one. I was rubbing her clit with my other hand, as she rode my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me.

The things she was doing, were incredible. The things she was teaching me do to her, were exquisite. We were both lost to the slow sensual pleasure. Time didn't exist.

It may have been five minutes or five hours when we both came. She bucked and gushed onto my thighs. I spurted all over the floor.

I reached down and licked her clean with my tongue and planted a deep, deep, kiss on her mouth.

We both showered and went to sleep cuddling each oher. She spooned me. I could feel her warmth and softness on my back, as I drifted off to slumberland, grateful for this incredible woman.

It was the weekend after our agreed on week was over. Every day of the next seven days and more, the cage on on me.

It was easy to clean, while still on. It wasn't visible from my trousers. It helped me tuck and get a smooth front. Best of all, it wasn't uncomfortable or painful during normal wear. It actually felt very secure.

But, every morning, it felt like my dick was in a very tight tube. I never could sleep in with the cage on. Every morning, I took a cold shower.

"Ugh", I had woken up early. I wonder why that was.

Hearing me, my wife stirred in her sleep, about to wake up

I looked at her, taking in the sight. She looked so peaceful and lovely. Which unfortunately, made me hard, again. "Argh"

She finally woke up and looked at me, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Looks like fun", she said sarcastically.

I went and had a very cold shower. When I got back, she was sitting up wrapped in the blanket for warmth. "You know, I never thought that cage would affect me, but I wish I could sleep some more. It's the weekend", she complained.

"It has been more than the week we agreed up on. Take the cage off", I said. "It better be off today"

She sighed, "Yes, but before we take it off, or rather, I take it off, you agreed to have a talk with me"

"What's there to talk about?"

"Why don't you make some nice breakfast for us, I will have a shower. We will talk over food, I am famished"

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I had made poha, served pipping hot, with pieces of potato and onion, just the way she liked it.

She breathed in the smell before taking a bite, "Oh, darling, you are the best ever. This is heaven ly"

"Thank you. Now talk", I smiled at her. I didn't want the cage a second longer.

"Alright. So, how did you feel while the cage was on?", she asked.

I mused over the last several days. "The sex was great. I got to explore a different way to orgasm, without getting a full erection, ever. It did feel kinda womenly, when you did your thing to my tip"

"Um-mm, yes. That was hot for you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, very. But, a part of me felt dirty, the first couple of days"

"Why is that?"

"I guess, no man, or rather no desi man, would ever allow their wife to lock them up, much less for a week"

She kept silent and gave me space to think.

I continued, "Once I got used to it though, it was easy to normalize wearing it. Like an accessory or something. It might have been because no one questioned it, as no one saw it"

I paused, to take a bite and think some more.

She asked, "What do you think now?"

I chewed and swallowed the food, then replied, "I still feel dirty"

"Why? Because it's not very manly?"

"No, been manly or not has got nothing to do with me feeling dirty. It is because the cage draws my attention to my cock and reminds me that physically, I am a man"

"I understand", saying this, she got up and gave me the key, taking it from her purse.

"That's where it has been the whole time?!!", I asked, incredulous, "I could have gotten out, if I had looked in you purse?!!"

She did not smile. "Yes, you could have. But that wasn't the point. I trust you completely. You have never broken your word, at least not with me. I trusted you to have an experience and then talk about it. That's what this was about"

My mind was still shot, after she gave me the key from her purse. "Explain"

She said, "There are a lot of connotations surrounding trans identities. For some, it's only about sex. Outside of sex, they don't want to express feminity. For others, on the other hand, feminity is much more than sexual activities"

I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

She explained, "I had to find out for myself, and for us, what kind of trans person are you. Are you the one who expresses their transness through sex? Or do you want to express your feminity outside of sex?"

Instead of answering, I asked, "What do you think? Which kind am I?"

She replied, "I think, you are the latter kind. You want to express your feminity at all times. Sex doesn't define your feminity, but your feminity defines how you have sex"

"That's true. I want the entire female experience, but not because I want an arousal, no. I want to be treated as a woman", saying this, I unlocked the cage and removed it, "Now, what to do with this?"

She shrugged, "You can keep it, for use during sex. Or you can dispose of it. Up to you"

"Must have been very expensive. Seems like a waste to throw it away"

"Like I said, up to you baby. It has served it's purpose for me. I won't mind either way"

I kept it, because, why not? It gave me awesome vibrations.

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We decided to go shopping for clothes. It was that time of the year, when many shops were putting on sales.

I got clean shaved and brushed my hair out, before wearing it in a low ponytail. I had swapped out the studs from some hoops. Now, I had two hoops in each ear.

She had dressed in a grey Pepe t-shirt with sprakling letters proclaiming the brand across the front and a pair of black jeans. She had put her hair in a high ponytail.

Before leaving, I checked in the mirror, that everything was perfect. She noticed it, "You look good darling. You will look better, if you did your eyebrows, like last time"

Since the last time she had shaped my eyebrows, they had grown back.

"I would like to have thinner eyebrows, than last time. More of a feminine shape. What do you think?"

She thought about it and replied, "Of course, let me help you. But let's be quick about it"

She got out her threading kit and started shaping my eyebrows, "Let me know, when to stop, or I will remove everything", she teased.

I checked in the mirror, "Okay, stop, that's enough"

She gave a finishing touch and put away the kit. "When you get back to the office, maybe you will have to field with some awkward questions"

I sighed, "I will deal with it, when I go to office. No point in wasting time now. Let's go"

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We went to different shops in our area. I bought some office wear and some daily wear. All men's. She got some daily wear and some inners. Although, there were more number of panties than bras.

Once shopping was done, we went to a unisex salon she frequented. I asked her, "What are we doing here? If you need a haircut or something, I can take the bags home and you can have the time to yourself"

"No, babes, we are here for you, today. A little surprise from me"

Then it dawned on me. I had been growing out my hair and needed more upkeep than other guys. "What do you want me to do?"

She replied, "We will get you some layers and some texture. Trust me, it will look good"

"Yeah, looking good is not what worries me. I am worried about office. I have already gone overboard with the eyebrows. What if an incident like last time happens again?"

"In for a penny, in for a dollar, I say. Don't worry about what happened last time. You took care of yourself and people know it. They will be hesitant to start something like that again"

I thought about it, "I do need a haircut"

She said, "No, not a haircut, a trim. That's what it's called, if you want to keep your hair long. If you say 'haircut', they will chop it all of and give you a short haircut like the guys normally have"

She turned to the stylist, "Layers and texture, please. Let's have deep U-shape at the bottom"

I can't say that I didn't like the final look.

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At home, we unpacked and checked each other's fits. Thankfully, every piece that we got fit perfectly, and there was no need to exchange anything.

She gave me a box, and said, "These are for you, gorgeous"

I took the box and opened it. There were those extra panties that she had gotten earlier. I looked quizzically at her.

She explained, "We have been exploring some things, but most of them were sexual in nature. I want you to have something that is yours and feminine. I don't want you to feel embarrassed by your identity. You are safe around me"

There were so many emotions going through me, that I didn't say anything. Just looked at her. She understood.

I cleared my throat. Cleared it again, "Urm, thanks?"

"Oh, are you going to just thank me?", she asked sternly.

I got up got out of clothes, and for the first time in my life, I wore panties. I chose black.

"How do they feel?", she asked.

"It's not that different from men's inners. I don't know what I was expecting, but they feel quite normal, if slightly softer and smoother. Maybe they are more snug than I am used to"

"Yes, that's because I got you normal panties. Not the sexy, sensual kind. Maybe, next time, you can shop on your own"

I started to undress, when she stopped me, "Why are you taking them down, they are yours now. Keep them", she smiled coyly. "I will prepare dinner, you freshen up"

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To show gratitude to my wife, I decided to do something for her. I freshened up, did my hair and went to the kitchen, where she was making dinner for us.

I stood in the entry way and said, "Hi there, beautiful"

She turned out around and gave a gasp. She looked me up and down, and laughed with a twinkle in her eyes.

She came over, taking in my look, "Wow"

I said, "Knew you would like it, and there's more, later"

I had put my freshly trimmed hair into low pigtails and wasn't wearing anything except the panties. Beneath the panties, I had used the cage to tuck, so I had a smooth front.

Her cheeks got red and swatted my ass as I walked over to the table.

She set the place, never taking her eyes of me. I gave her my most challenging look. That's to say, I tried to look hauty, but broke down in a fit of giggles.

Needless to say, dinner was done in a short time.

As she was doing the dishes, I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck, my hair mingling with hers. She reached over and gave a light pull on one of my pigtails, "Let me do the dishes!!!"

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I kissed her. I couldn't get enough of her tongue. We moved around the house, kissing, roving our tongues on each other's teeth, sucking on each other's tongues.

We landed on a lot of furniture. She landed on a table. I picked her up and put her on the table. She giggled in the kiss.

I got slammed into a wall, as she kissed my neck, while roaming her hands over my body. I massaged her boobs. We switched places, and I pushed her against the same wall.

I kissed her, and tried to eat her lip. She was so soft. I undid the buttons of her jeans and put my hand against her wetness. There was a sudden smell which made us moan.

I caressed her her, while she stroked my pigtails, rubbing them against my cheeks. We kissed, and we kissed.

Finally, I guided her to the bed walking backwards, still smooching. Finally, I had a trust fall and landed on the bed, with her joining me on top. We kept kissing.

Everytime I moved my head to change the angle of kiss, my pigtails shook, giving me tingles on my shoulder and my face.

We stopped kissing, and looked at each other. "You look gorgeous in those panties and that hair", she wishpered in my ear.

We switched again. With me on top, I removed her wet panties and began licking her juices clean. Reaching down, I removed my panties and turned on the vibrator in the cage. I licked her clit, while fingering her with two of my fingers.

I reached into her and gave a sensual stroke with my fingers, while coming out. Again I went in and used my fingers to rub the walls of her pussy. I used my other hand to massage her boobs.

She used her legs to lock my upper body and I used one of my hands to grab her lower body, continuing to finger and lick her. The vibrations started becoming more intense, and I fingered her faster and faster, in rhythm to the vibrations. I stopped licking her clit and put my lips to her tummy, kissing and licking the sweat off her tummy.

I could sense that she was on edge, so I stopped and removed my fingers from her pussy, cleaning them on her tummy. She looked at me and let out a frustrated shout of rage.

I crawled over to her face, aligning our pelvises, but not yet touching. I smiled at her teasingly and flipped my pigtails towards my back, as I leaned in and kissed her neck, biting it hard. That was sure to leave a hickey.

She put her hands on my butt and pushed me down, rubbing herself against me. The vibrations from my cock cage made her arch her back, and I pressed into her. Our pelvises were glued together, grinding and moving against each other.

I moved from her neck and took one of her earlobes in my mouth. She sucked in a breath, but made no sound. I chewed and sucked on her ear lobe, roaming my hands on her boobs and nipples, suddenly pinching them, hard. The vibrations continued for both of us, down below.

I quickly licked her neck, ending with a kiss on the lips. I could feel myself on edge, she was not far off.

I sat up and began fingering her fast and hard, as the vibrations became an almost continuous melody on my cock head. I had to use three of my fingers now.

We both reached climax at the same time. She came while I was fingering her, and her pussy clamped tight on my fingers. My load dropped from the cage on to her legs.

As she relaxed, I removed my fingers and licked them clean, slowly, staring in her eyes. She got up, planting a kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

"That was terrific", she purred. Chuckling, I gave her a hug.

We got up and made out in the shower, cleaning ourself up.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than my wife. I had freshened up, put my hair in a messy high ponytail and then made us a pot of coffee. I sat on the couch, sipping from a cup. Waiting.

She eventually woke up and sauntered over to where I was sitting, "Last night was something magical. I didn't know we could do that"

"Mm-mmm, yes, it was great", I said, giving her a side ways glance. She was in her night wear, with bed head, hair tousled this way and that. She gave a yawn.

I turned towards her, "Go get some coffee, today's my turn to ask questions and your turn to answer them"

"Says who?", she asked grinning. Without waiting for a reply she went and freshened up, then joined me with her own steaming cup of coffee.

"Alright, I guess we should talk about my side of things. We have gone far enough that we need to figure out next steps", was her genius reply. Duh.

"So, we are having a great time, but I am no longer using my PP for you. How does that make you feel?", I asked.

"Honestly, I am not sure. Sometimes I do need something inside me. Sometimes it's fine the way we are doing it"

"Me using my fingers, is not sufficient sometimes?", I queried though I could guess what her answer was going to be.

"Yes, sometimes just your fingers are not sufficient. I feel like I need to go deep"

"Huh. I can relate", I said looking thoughtful.

She mockingly raised an eyebrow at me.

"How do you feel about me as your partner in the current scenario?", I asked.

"I think you are great"

I smiled, "I meant, I am no longer a conventional husband. At least, not in bed. Do you feel weird about me? About the way we do things?"

"No, not at all. It does feel different, but it works"

"Honey, do you think you are bi?", I asked after a moment.

"Maybe, why?"

"I do things to you, that a woman may do to another woman. And that doesn't feel weird to you"

"Alright, maybe, I am bi", she looked thoughtful, "In my younger days, before our marriage, I had a fling"

"What? With whom?", I teased, "Was he cute?"

She lightly swatted my head, "No. Not a guy". She played with my ponytail. "It was a girl"

"Ooooh", was all I was able to say.

She stopped with my hair and folded her hands, "I was curious. It was a one night thing"

I looked at her up and down, "Was she better than me?"

"Stop it", she tried to look stern, but failed. Finally, she smiled, "That's enough for now. I will make some food, you go get ready. We have to get to work"

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I knew today was going to be challenging, on account of my shaped eyebrows, clean look and the earrings. So I had dressed down and put my hair in a low ponytail. I got some stares as I entered my space and began the day's work.

After a while, our sales head approached me.

"Hey, please come with me. I need your help with a customer", she said.

"Sure", I replied thinking the customer might need technical assistance. I followed her to one of the conference rooms.

"What do you need me to do?", I asked as we reached the conference room.

She smiled at me, taking in my attire, "Nothing much, I just need you to sit and listen", she replied, "Don't talk. He won't ask you anything"

Thinking about how weird that was, I entered the room after her. She took the chair at the head of the table. He was sitting at her side, his back to me. She indicated the chair across from him. I went over and sat.

She began the discussion with a sales pitch about whatever was being sold. She outlined the qualities. Finally, she slid a rate card towards him.

"That is our rate for our services", she said indicating the amount on the card.

"Yes, I will take it", he said without even looking at the card. In fact, he hadn't taken his eyes off me during the entire discussion. His eyes had a gleam to them.

I was pretty sure he was thinking dirty things about me. I flushed with anger. He misunderstood my reaction.

"Who is she?", he asked, looking me in the eye. He was breathing fast and licked his lips.

"Oh, she's learning. Do we have a deal?", the sales rep asked.

"Yes", he still did not take his eyes off me.

"Okay, we are done. I will send someone over with the paperwork", she said getting up and collecting the papers. The meeting was over, I got up to leave.

"Send her", he said raising out of his chair.

As the head left the room, I followed her to her office.

"What just happened?", I fumed as she settled in her seat.

"We closed a deal. That's all that happened", she said, not looking at me.

"No, no, no. You used me. You used me, to distract him"

"Yes, indeed. And as a result, we closed a difficult deal. You should be proud of yourself. He didn't even look at the amount"

I almost screamed at her, "Proud? Of what? That you displayed me like an object? That he was thinking about doing things to me?. No. This does not happen again. I am not fetishizing myself"

I turned around to leave, when she said, "You still have to deliver those papers. He won't sign, if I send anyone else"

"I am not going", I said and left her office, seething.

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I told my wife what had happened. I said, "Don't worry, I got the situation under control. I told you just so you should be aware about what went down"

"She's an asshat", my wife replied.

After dinner, she said, "You do the dishes, I will ready the bed"

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As I walked into the bedroom, she jumped on me, planting a hungry kiss on my mouth.

I melted in her arms and massaged her lips and her tongue with my tongue. I carried her to the bed, breaking of the kiss to put her down.

"I am going to do something special for you today", I said as I went to the bathroom to get ready. I put my hair in a sleek bun, then put on the cage, starting it. Then picking up her "special something", which I had bought and hid in the bathroom, I walked out to her. She was already undressed.

"Wow", she laughed looking at what was in my hand, "For me?"

"Yes", I said leaning down and kissing her. I pushed the greased dildo into her.

She let our a gasp against my mouth, as it slid into her. She closed her eyes, her mouth open in 'O', the kiss forgotten.

I began fucking her with the dildo, as I licked her tummy and boobs.

She grabbed my head, reaching for my bun and pulling it lose. My hair fell around my head, nicely framing my face. I continued pumping the dildo, in and out, faster and faster, while my own cage increased it's vibrations.

She grated her hips to the rhythm of the dildo, which moved to the rhythm of vibrations over my cock head. I played with one of her boobs as I licked the side of her neck.

She was so wet, I leaned in to tongue her clit. Her breathing had increased, as she gathered my hair in a fist and pulled.

She kissed me, putting her tongue in my mouth, as my face reached hers. I fucked her faster and harder. In response, she bit my lip and gave my hair a jerk.

"Fuck me, baby. Faster", she said and slapped my face, one hand pulling my hair, the other wrapped around my chin. She tilted my face to hers and licked it from chin to mouth to nose. She moaned against my face.

"Ah-hh. I am going to come", she said as she gyrated faster against the dildo.

She had her first orgasm, the dildo still inside her. She reached down to take the dildo out,.letting go of my face. I let go of the dildo and gathered her face in my hands and kissed her deeply.

She caught my waist and turned around, making me sit on the bed and standing up herself.

She left my face and sat in my lap. The cage was reaching it's climax.

"My turn", saying this, she put the dildo tip on my lips, as she stroked my cock through the cage.

I looked at her, questions written on my face. Her smell on the dildo was intoxicating. She nodded her head at the dildo and smiled, encouraging me.

I hesitantly put my lips to the dildo head and she pushed the dildo into my mouth. I opened my mouth in shock and she pushed it further in.

"Enjoy it", she wishpered. "This is what feels like a woman", she continued to stroke my cock through the cage, and the cage vibrated my cock head with max intensity.

She pulled the dildo out and just as the tip reached my lips, she pushed it in. Again and again, she pulled and pushed, a bit more deeper every time.

As I reached climax, she stopped stroking my cock and turned off the cage. She pushed the dildo all the way in. I could feel it stretching my throat. I swallowed and swallowed again, fighting off the gag reflex.

She fucked my throat, pulling and pushing, the dildo sliding to and from in my throat. I groaned, barely able to breathe, and massaged her boobs with my hands. With the free hand, she stroked my cock.

She throated me faster and faster. The feelings were overwhelming, I finally came. She slid the dildo out, making a sucking sound as it slid from throat and my mouth. I coughed a little, panting.

I kissed her boobs and her lips, taking the dildo from her and sliding it into her, again.

That night, we took turns with the dildo. I fucked her pussy and each time she came, she fucked my face, resting between orgasms.

She came five times.

The next morning, my wife woke up before me, full of energy. She got up, turned around and climbed on me, while I was still asleep. She gave be a hug, body touching body, her head on my shoulder.

I could smell her hair and feel her softness and warmth, like a blanket on a very cold morning.

"Mmmm", I woke up and yawned, hugging her back, tightly. I placed kisses along the side of her neck, stroking her hair with one hand.

It probably tickled her some. She let go of me giggling, and sat up on me.

"The day is just starting and you want to do it already?", she said ligthly slapping my arm.

I was annoyed that she had let go, leaving me cold, "Come back darling, let's cuddle some more. You are like a very fuzzy blanket"

Indeed, she was so soft, it was unbelievable. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, holding my face. She looked in my eyes and then got down to get her morning routine done.

I sighed and got down, giving a nice stretch. I went to the kitchen and put on some coffee to boost the morning, when she walked in.

She stopped and looked at me. I was wearing nothing but underpants. My hair was hanging down to my shoulders. I guess, from the back, she had a good view.

"Enjoying the view?", I asked, hearing her stop. I carried her cup over to the table. Her spell broke and she walked over and sat down.

"Hmm-mm, yes, it's a very nice view, to be honest", she replied. I leaned down and kissed her head, "Be right back"

After I was done with my routine, I went back to the kitchen and sat sipping coffee from my cup. She was making some rice chillas.

Once she was done, she set two plates down on the table and sat. We ate in silence for a while. I was starving, and I am sure she was too. I mean, who wouldn't be, after the things we did last night?

Thinking about last night bought a smile to my lips. She noticed, "What are you so happy about?"

"Can't you guess?", I challenged her.

She gave me an annoyed look, "You know I hate guesting"

"Last night", I told her.

She gave me an innocent look, "What about last night?" She was such a tease.

"Yeah, I had a nightmare last night that the devil sat on me and fed me her snake", I said sarcastically.

She burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, I am sorry. I tried to keep a straight face. But your sarcasm gets me every time. Did you have a good time?"

"Yes and no. Did you?", I countered.

"Umm, yes, very. But, like you said, yes and no", she replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"What was it that you didn't like?", I asked, subconsciously mirroring her movement and stroking my hair.

"Stop it, it's creepy", she said taking my arm and moving it away from my hair. "I enjoyed what you did to me. But the dildo-in-your-mouth part didn't particularly do anything pleasurable to me"

"What do you mean? If you don't like it, we don't have to do it"

"It's not that I liked or disliked it. It wasn't disgusting or pretty. It was just some action I did. I did not get any sensation out of it, like I did when you put it in me", she told me.

"I feel the same. It didn't particularly do anything for me, except maybe choke me a few times. Honestly, I did it because I thought it was turning you on"

"No, it didn't turn me on. I did it because I thought it might turn you on. Did it?", she asked, furrowing her brow, thinking about it.

"No, it didn't. It was just an action", I said thinking about the things we did, "if that's what it's like for women, I don't know why they do it. As I understand it, it doesn't give their bodies any pleasurable sensations"

She explained, "They don't. Most men think women find it exciting to fellatio them, but really, most women find it very disgusting to do it and they don't generally get any bodily pleasure out of it. It's not like there's a second vagina in our mouths"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Honey, what are we doing?", I asked her very quietly.

"We are experimenting", she answered, "When you came out to me, I wanted to find out what it meant for you to be trans. I wanted to see, if what you wanted was going to work for me or not. I wanted clarity, whether I should stay with you"

There was a pregnant pause, and then I asked, "Do you want to stay?"

There was so much emotion behind that question, so many complications - her family, my family, her friends, my friends, her colleagues, my colleagues, and least of all, medical financial. Sure, I wasn't trans by choice, but there was a choice for her, to be my forever or not.

Her answer was simple, "Yes, I do"

I was overwhelmed with sensations all over my body.

There was a pull on my scalp where my wife's hands were pulling my braids. My lips felt buttery and smooth and velvety from the lipstick. I could feel my wife's soft lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, kissing me deeply, smearing my lipstick.

Most of all, my body was contracting pleasantly, an after effect of the waves of pleasure that had washed all over me, centered in my groin.

I had leaked - that's right, leaked cum, which was pooled beneath us, on the floor.

"Wow, honey", she smirked at me, "You really are a woman"

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It was a couple of weeks after we had our moment.

One day, I arrived home to find my wife waiting for me, a huge mischievous grin on her face, matched by a twinkle in her eyes.

"I have planned a special something for you, today", she informed me, as I deposited my keys and removed my shoes.

I began walking towards our bedroom, to change out of the work clothes, when she caught my hand and I stopped, looking at her.

"Don't go into the bedroom, honey. Don't want to spoil the surprise, now, do we? You can remove your clothes here, you are not going to need any today", she said, swatting my butt.

I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything. What had she planned, that I couldn't enter the bedroom just yet? I was feeling equal parts confusion and trepidation, as I removed my clothes, stripping down to the dark blue panties I had worn today.

"Oooh, I knew it", she exclaimed delighted, as she squeezed my crotch through the panties and felt the cage there, "Naughty, naughty" I grunted as she let go of my balls.

What was going on? I thought. I started to go freshen up, but she handed me a device saying, "Clean yourself until the water runs clear" I looked at the device and realised it was a douche, the kind used to give enemas. I got even more confused, but complied. I freshened up and cleaned myself until the water ran clear and then some. In retrospect, I should have got some idea at this point, but no, I was too dumb.

I had pulled out my ponytail, letting down my hair, which now went a couple of inches past my shoulders. When I let my hair down, the layers in them made me look feminine, what with the eyebrows done and clean shaved look. I had learned to brush and blow my hair, so they looked soft and bouncy like a woman.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart. Those panties really complement your hair", she teased.

"What's for dinner?", I asked, breaking her teasing.

"You will have to prepare food today. I spent the evening preparing your surprise. There's still a few finishing touches left. I will do that, you prepare food", she said seriously.

"Fine, no problem", I replied, as I began the prep for dinner and she went away to do whatever she was doing.

I decided on, plain steamed red rice with some lentil curry. The cook took me one hour to finish, during which she had returned silently to the kitchen.

When I turned to lay the plates, I jumped and yelped. She was sitting at the table semi naked, with only a matching panty as mine, her hair done up in a sleek bun, her breasts exposed, the nipples tightened from cold or expectation.

She smiled at me, challenging me to say something. I said, "Huh" and plated the food all the while admiring the view.

As I served her food, I leaned down and gave her a quick nibble in the hollow at the side of her neck.

"Stop it, you idiot", shoving me away, her hands pressed against my bare chest. My hands would have liked to return the favor, but I returned to my seat and ate the food.

She twisted her legs, as she regained her composure, and began eating her food. A few minutes later, we were done. I did the dishes and then she was right behind me.

As soon as my hands became free, she grabbed my hands and guided me to my seat at the table. She sat on my lap, my hands immobilized beneath her. She began kissing my lips, her hands roaming on my arms.

Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my wrists and heard a click. She got up breathless, and sure enough, she had cuffed my wrists together. Kinky, I thought. The cuffs had padding, so were comfortable around my wrists. Curiously, the cuffs had a ring each, on the bottom.

"That won't do", she said eyeing me up and down. She stroked my hair, "Something cute, I think. But first things first", she pulled my panties down a bit, revealing my caged member. She unlocked the cage, saying, "We are not going to need the cage today"

She gave my balls another tight squeeze, which made me grunt out a feminine squeal. She laughed as she released my balls, and began stroking my hair, on both sides of my face. I relaxed to her touch and closed my eyes.

She immediately put a strip on black cloth on my eyes, blindfolding me. "Huh, what -?", I began. But she put her finger to my lips, "Shush honey, relax. This is just temporary" She kissed me again and I relaxed a bit.

She got up and I felt a tug on the handcuffs. She was leading me. Who knew, where. She stopped, and I could tell from the atmosphere and smell, we were in our bedroom.

She turned me this way and that, enjoying herself a bit, giggling. Finally, she stood me somewhere, saying, "Ready or not, here we go". She immediately ripped off the blindfold.

I blinked a few times and looked around. My jaw dropped, and my heart sped up. There was a huge mirror on one side, our reflections perfectly clear. I was facing a huge toy dick on a stick, placed on the floor.

I got scared, somewhat. It was purple, thick and short, around five inches in length and three inches in diameter. It had realistic veins on it, complete with a huge glans to match the rest of it.

As I stared in shock, my wife sneaked in and attached a harness, like a garter, around my thighs and linked it to the cuffs on my hands. Now, my hands were completely immobilized.

"What are you doing?", I asked her alarmed. I had to lean down to accommodate the cuffs linked to my thighs and that shook my hair in my eyes. She stroked my head, pulling back my hair for me, and said, "Relax, darling. Promise, this is not going to hurt", she turned me around, and I wobbled to keep my balance.

I was facing away from the contraption, the head of the toy, pointed to my butt, like a missile waiting to be fired.

"Remember, you said you wanted to be penetrated. Well, I did some thinking. Even though I am not yet ready to do the act myself, there's no reason you can't have the experience", she explained.

She got out a tube of lipstick and applied it liberally on my lips. I checked in the mirror, the color was fuschia and it made me look very cute, "Oh my god", I gulped staring at my own reflection.

Meanwhile, she slide the toy-stick contraption, until the head was just beneath my butt. I could only stare with my mouth open in shock. She removed a cloth with a magicians flourish, revealing a similar contraption, with a blue dildo, facing me, quite a distance away, "For me", she said. This was happening all too fast for me to stop it.

"Ready?", she asked grinning broadly, looking down at me. Without waiting for a response, she pressed a button and the contraption behind me started moving forward.

My heart beat faster than ever, as I watched in the mirror. The cock head, shiny with lube, touched my butthole and I let out a breath, shivering with fear and anticipation. Then it was past the point of no return, and the head entered my butt. I felt pain, as it stretched me. It was so thick, almost as thick as my forearm. Thank god, for the lube.

As it moved deeper, the shaft entered, and I felt an electric current pass through my butt as the head slid past my prostrate, the p-spot. "Ooooooohh", I moaned, as the dildo slid further up and then began to retract. It felt good to have a full feeling, so I clamped my butt on the dildo, but it still slid out, just enough for the head to be still inside me, with the shaft completely retracted. I wiggled by butt and she let out a giggle.

She then stroked and parted my hair with her fingers, bunching my hair at each side of my head. It felt so good to have her play with my hair, while I was being butt fucked. She braided one side, leaving a few strands open. As she was braiding the other side, the dildo slid up against my prostate, again. I bent my head in pleasure, pulling my hair in her hands. She gave a little yank and finished braiding the other side, once more leaving a few strands open. She then switched out the hoops with jhumkis. As soon as she placed those jhumkis in my ear lobes, I became aware of their weight.

I looked at my reflection, as the dildo slid out and then in. I had two thick braids, one on each side of my head. I was wearing jhumkis. I was wearing a cute pink shade of lipstick, which felt very much like butter on my lips. My hands were cuffed to my thighs, with what looked like garters. And a purple colored, thick cock was sliding in and out of my butt. Each time the cock head rubbed my prostrate, I received a jolt of pain-pleasure sensation and I felt like I was about to pee, without actually peeing. The jhumkis and the braids would swing every time I moved my head, giving an extra sensation in my ear lobes and around my neck. I was floored.

All this made my, very real cock stir and I felt something slid up and out of my cock. I looked down, and sure enough, I had "ejaculated" a drop of cum. No, not ejaculated like a man, but leaked like a woman. Oh my gosh, was I becoming wet like a woman? It seemed so.

My wife noticed the drop of cum, lingering at the tip of my cock.

She hit me hard on each of my butt cheeks, leaving red imprints of her fingers, "Well, well, you little slut. Look at you. You are enjoying being fucked. Being taken, like a woman, aren't you?"

"Ahhhhhh", I replied. She hit my butt cheeks a couple more times. The spanking and the didlo against my prostrate was too much. I moved my body in rhythm to the dildo. In-out, in-out, in-out .... . Every time it rubbed my p-spot, I felt a jolt like sensation, centered on my groin, steadily becoming more intense.

That's when the dildo slightly increased it's speed. The sensation in my groin kept on building. My dick kept on leaking cum, without getting hard at all.

My wife walked around and mounted her own contraption, her face kissing distance from mine. She gave me a light slap on my cheek, causing the jhumkis to wobble. All the while, the sensation kept building and building and the didlo kept on fucking me. Finally, the sensation exploded outwards from my groin and spread across my body. It was amazing.

"Oh, Oh, Oh. Our little slut just had her very first female orgasm. You are not even hard and yet you are leaking cum and had an orgasm. Belive me, if it's anything like the ones I get, there will be more and each more intense than the last", my wife said to my face, as I basked in the afterglow of my first buttgasm.

I slowly relaxed. Now, the dildo was fucking me at moderate speed. My wife was being fucked across from me, with her own dildo. As I found the rhythm again, I relaxed my hands on my thighs and leaned towards my wife.

She nibbled one side of my sweaty neck, her head brushing one of my braids. She kissed me everywhere on my face, except the lips. She roamed her tongue all over my face, beneath my eyes, on my ear lobes, on my nose, my eyebrows, my jawline, everywhere. Once she stopped, I returned the favor and did the same to her face. She let out a breathy giggle and I licked her face some more.

She fondled her breasts and roamed her hands all over her body. Basically, doing a striptease while being fucked by a dildo. It was sooooo hot. I let out a moan of longing, unable to touch her, except with my tongue.

"That's right, moan, you slut. You like being fucked by a thick cock, don't you?", she roamed her hands over my body, shoulders to chest to tummy.

Our dildos kept increasing speed, and she let out a lusty breath. I giggled and licked her face with my tongue, chin to forehead. She let out a laugh, swatting my face aside, "It tickles"

There came a sound, thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap. I looked at, "Yours or mine?"

"Both", she replied. And that's all she could say as we both were being fucked intensely. For me the intensity increased and kept on increasing, again. By the look on her cute face, it was happening to her, too.

Once more, sensation exploded all over my body, centered on my groin. It was more intense than the last. I still hadn't had an erection nor had she touched my cock. I was still leaking drools of cum. I relished every bit of the pleasure. As the sensation again receded, I again felt the hush of the afterglow, the peace.

As my afterglow receded, my wife let out a moan. She had hit her first orgasm. I realized then, I had not one but two orgasms, without touching my cock, without an erection. I freaked out a little, I had multiple orgasms, just like a woman. I was "wet", just like a woman. I was being fucked just like a woman

As she took a moment to enjoy the afterglow, I gave her a quick peck on her lips. She closed her eyes, clutched my braids and kissed me back, deeply, passionately, smearing my lipstick.

"Wow, honey", she smirked at me, "You really are a woman"

Yeah, I really, really was. And I had just proved it. I was a woman, and tonight, my wife had taken my virginity.

Things were never going to be the same, ever, again.

It was our honeymoon. We had recently gotten married the Indian traditional way. After the exchange of biodata through intermediaries, my-future-husbands' family had agreed to meet us.

Well, to call him my husband stretches the imagination. Maybe, my would-be-partner-slash-bitch is a more apt description.

But I digress. Their family had come to meet us amd I got my first real good look at him. Sure, we had been shown photos of each other. But, you know what they say, photos show us at our best.

I had liked the what I had seen in the photo. A smooth faced person with a good, apparently strong build. The only thing off putting was the hair. It was long, but I couldn't tell how long. In the photo it was in a bun. I admit that the photo looked a lot kawaii. Like a lota lot. I had hoped that there would be something much better and stronger in between those legs.

I was hungry. I had never had sex, keeping true to our traditions. But i had heard a lot of stories from other girls. It had sounded so wild. I had painted a lot of fantasies in my mind, leading up to this moment.

Honestly, it was the kawaii look that did it for me. I had shown the picture around to my girls and they had squealed with delight amd swooned all over, it was that good looking.

On the day of the meeting, I had again been smitten with those looks. The fantasies that twirled through my mind had been intense, but I pushed them aside and sat with my parents.

He looked at me and blushed, looking away smiling. It was soo endearing. I was in high heaven. He was not only good looking but also a sensitive. It felt good.

After the meeting, I immediately said yes and we also got affirmation from their side. The marriage was a typical Hindu ceremony, involving long rituals spread over days. It was exhausting.

Soon, the marriage was over and we were headed to the relaxing beaches. I very much wanted this to be a success. I packed my outfits accordingly. Elegant and classy for outdoors and slutty for night time. I had even packed some condoms my firends had given me.

It was the first night of our marriage that I sensed something amiss. I sat ready as can be on our bed. I waited hours, he was late. My god, talk about frustration. But, I had thought that maybe he is trying to build up tension in me. It was good, I would get a beautiful release.

But, no. He came in late and looked at me and was going straight to bed. I had to stop him amd pull him by his hand to my bed. Talk about talking the initiative.

Thinking, maybe he was nervous, I pulled him in close and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Just a quick peck. And looked at him, trying to make him understand that my need. I was giving him permission.

He sighed and with obvious reluctance kissed me back. Not a deep romantic kiss, but not a quick one either. After breaking away, I looked at him and smiled. Then put my hands on his trousers to undress him. I wanted the goodies.

But he suddenly became nervous and shoved my hands away. He raised a finger to me, indicating he needed a moment. He went to the bathroom and came back a few seconds later, dressed in nothing but a loin cloth.

What the hell?! I had thought. Was he embarrassed on me seeing his cock? I had become his wife, for crying out loud. I had expected him to undress me and play a little. But no matter. Maybe this will work.

I gave him one of the condoms, he kissed me once more and asked me to turn around. Ah, modesty, I had thought. I turned around and waited patiently. Apparently, we were going to do it in what my friends had said was doggystyle.

As I removed my top and waited, I felt him lift up my skirt and a sudden warmth against my genitals. I shivered in anticipation. The build up of fantasies had been taking place for months. I was expecting a solid wood stuffing. But something weird happened.

He entered me but not fully. I felt like he was holding back. I tried to push against him, to take in more of him. But try as I might, I felt him only just inside my nether lips.

Then came the thrusts and I knew, something had gone wrong. I looked over my shoulders, but he was covered with the loin cloth. I couldn't see his cock. I couldn't see what he was doing.

Letting out a moan of frustration, I turned around and reached for his loin cloth. His reaction to was to step back violently, out of reach. I tried to reach him again, but he kept walking and hit the wall. He looked panic.

I wondered what was he so paniced about. I reached him in two large bounds and closed in on him. He had completely frozen. I gently removed his loin cloth. He immediately covered himself but I took his hands and firmly removed them.

And let out a laugh. Seriously, that was my first reaction. I left his hands and continued laughing in mirth at what I had seen. Then I turned around and took my mobile out and clicked a quick picture.

The click shocked him into motion and he tried to snatch my mobile away, but I was quicker and locked it. Now, he couldn't unlock it. He was scared now. I couldn't control myself and let out a laugh again, looking between his legs. That froze him. He covered himself and twisted his legs together. But I had seen it, it would forever be in my memory. His cock at full erection was two inch in length and half a inch in thickness.

After a while of mirthfulness, I was hit with the truth. He would never be able to satisfy me. It was so frustrating after the months of build up. I got angry now. This was the worst. My friends were going to ask me tomorrow. What was I going to say? That I had sex with a tiny-tot?

I sighed, it would be humiliating. Not only to him, but to me as well. If this ever got out .... . Well, if I was humiliated, he was going to be a laughing stock. An idea started germinating in my mind. Sure, it would be humiliating to me, but he didn't know that. Maybe, this will work ..., I thought.

He was looking down in shame, still twisting his knees together and covering with his hands. Looked sooo cute and worked in my plans. I snatched my mobile again and began clicking more pictures of him in that pose at different angle.

He found his voice, "What are you doing?!"

"Isn't it obvious shorty? I am taking pics"

"Why?", he was dumbfounded.

"So I can show them to my firends", I said drawing the moment out, knowing what would happen next.

He fell on his knees in front of me and started begging, "No! Don't do that!!"

I said, "Okay, but you will have to do whatever I say, otherwise ..." I left the threat hanging.

He whined, "Okay, whatever you want, but delete the pics"

I nodded and indicated for him to come forward. He began to rise, but I put a hand on his head and pushed him down, "Ah, ah, ha. Not so soon. On your knees"

So he crab walked on his knees to me. I looked at him, taking in the kawaii look. He hair was in a bun amd his face was smooth. I roamed my hands on his cheeks. No not shaven, smooth, hairless. He had no beard. WTF?! I looked at his hair again. Come to think of it, I had not seen the length of his hair.

I dropped my panties and all my clothes. He took in my beauty, drinking it in. I reached and caressed my nipples looking him straight in the eyes. He opened his mouth and panted like a dog. He was erect agian, but it wouldn't make much difference.

I stroked his cheek. It was so smooth. And rubbed my fingers on his lips. With the other I continued playing with my boibs and nipples. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. This was what I had been waiting for.

I reached behind his head, grabbed his bun in my fist. It felt so thick. Then I lowered myself onto his face, amd told him, "You know what to do. Lick!". It was more of a order.

He started licking me. Then he touched himself, and began stroking his cock. Holding his head by the bun, I pushed his face deeper against me. His nose was buried in my pubes and his mouth sucking and licking my lips, clit and the hole.

Slowly, I began moving his head in a wiping motion. I said, "Stick your tongue out. Don't do anything else". He complied. Still holding his bun, I slowly and gently moved his head over me, like using a loofah.

He aas still stroking when he grunted against me, still buried in my pubes. I looked down. Sure enough, he had finished. So soon? Damn, I wasn't even beginning.

I pushed his face faster and told him, "Play with my nipples" I was still clutching his bun, when he reached and stroked and pinched my nipples. It sent a current down in my clit. Ahhhh, it was delicious.

Now, I removed his head and let go of his bun. He let go of my nipples, but I slapped his hands, saying, "No stopping until I tell you to"

He again played with my nipples. I stroked and petted his head as a reward. He seemed to like it. He leaned into my touch. I held his face for a moment. His bun was coming undone. With one last final flick of my wrist, I let his bun drop amd was shocked and amazed at how long his hair was. It reached till his mid back. I guess, for me it would be bra length.

He still stroked my nipples and the pressure was building. Looking into his eyes, I put one finger inside me and began finger fucking myself. I used the other hand to stroke his hair. It was well maintained and cut into front layers.

I increased my speed and added more fingers. I reached into me, until the longest finger barely touched my spot. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. All the while he played with my nipples.

Taking my hand from his hair, with the other still inside me, I rubbed my clit. All the sensations were delicious. His touch on my nipples sent currents through my clit and increased the pressure on my spot.

Father and faster, I finger fucked myself. The pressure built and built. I began squirming and still the pressure built. Finally, I let out a breath and rolled my eyes as the pressure released in waves All over my body. I shivered and shook in the after glow.

Well, that was what the big deal was. Amazing. But the night was far from over. I had wicked plans for my bitch, as he would soon be known as.

I calmed and he noticed, taking his hands of my nipples. I put my fingers in his mouth and watched him lick them clean. Then I twisted his hair around my fist, and guided, or rather pulled his head on me. "Clean!", I ordered. This was much more fun, than I had anticipated. But I wasn't done, not by a long shot.

After getting a thorough cleaning service, I dressed myself. He was putting on his undies, when I said, "Look at me"

He looked and I took my mobile in my hands. The look of uncertainty and panic on his face was fun. In full view of him, I opened my gallery and restored all his photos. Then I opened the various cloud apps and uploaded those photos to all my cloud accounts.

He almost shit. "What? You-you promised!", he said, barely in a wishper.

I gave him an evil smil, "And you believed me. Your fault. Now, the photos are on the cloud and no one can get rid of them. Know what it means?"

He just looked at me crestfallen and the situation began dawning on him.

"This is for life, bitch. That's right. From this moment you are my bitch", I said, savoring the defeated look on his face.

"What?", he repeated dumbly.

Well, it was too much to expect that he will understand until I told him. So, I did. I explained, "It means you are me errand boy. Gofer. But I much prefer calling you my bitch. You will have to do what I say, when I say. No questions, no whining. Or else, those photos go to all your friends" Well, I wouldn't do that. Not to him. But he didn't know that. He was my ... husband... after all. Well, more like my bitch now.

He looked crestfallen and said nothing, accepting the situation for the time being.

"Now, tell me the truth", I ordered. "What's wrong with you? I mean, you have no beard, and that-that thing between your legs barely qualifies as a cock"

He was shocked, but I shock his shoulders, "Remeber the situation. Talk, or else!", I gave him my most stern look.

He looked down and replied, "It's genetic. I don't grow a beard and I have always been small down there"

I was furious, "Your folks didn't say anything when we met. You are not infertile, are you?"

He looked away without answering.

Damn. I raged at him, "Why?! You didn't have to lie. Now I am stuck. Well, guess what, you are stuck now too. Come here, bitch"

He was taken a back, but remembering the photos, he came. I pulled him to the bed and ordered, "Close your eyes" He did.

I rumaged around in ny stuff and found my straightener. I took out tweezers and a tube of red lipstick as well. This was going to be sweet, sweet revenge for what these people did to me. They lied about his condition, the entire marriage is based on a lie, I thought.

I climbed on the bed and began working on straightening his hair after plugging the device in. He still closed his eyes. Good.

After about 20 minutes, i was done with his hair. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. His hair was thick. The front layers fsamsd his cute face. I picked up my tweezers and approached his face.

Holding his chin lightly in one hand, I worked on his brows. Removing the excess hair, I gave him a distinctly feminine shape, but not too thin. It went perfectly with his hair. I could see that he knew what I had done to his eyebrows, but not the extent to which I had shaped them.

Maybe he was thinking that I had cleaned them a little. Heh, as if.

I said, "Come darling, walk with me to the mirror and look". We walked over to the vanity and he looked. He mouth was hanging open in shock. Looked like he liked what he saw.

Quickly, I put some red lipstick on his lips. He was so enamored, he didn't say anything. Just stated at his reflection.

Taking my mobile again, I clicked a few more pictures of his face at different angles. He didn't even protest now. Quickly, I uploaded the new pics to cloud.

I said, "Like what you see darling?"

He just looked at me with wonder in his eyes. The shaped brows and straightened hair gave him a feminine look, but the lipstick was the coup.

Ohhh yeah, he liked it alright. "Bitch, answer me!", I told him.

"Yes", he said.

This was all turning me on again. I quickly applied some lipstick myself and hugged him, reaching his hair and began playing with it. I kissed him. French this time. Then I climbed on him. Hooked my feet on his waist and hung by his neck.

I continued the tongue kissing. I stroked his hair all the while. Then letting him go, I again ordered him on his knees.

He looked up at me in anticipation. But this time, I took one of my dupattas and wrapped and tied his wrists behind.

Moving so he could see, I clicked some more pictures of him all trussed up. Then putting my mobile away, I lowered myself again to his mouth. Holding his head with both hands I pushed him against my pubes.

Grating, twisting, rubbing, that night went on and on and on. I came at least twice more that night, before I was exhausted.

Finally, I released his face. It was a mess by now. His lipstick was smeared. All my juices were on his face, some in his hair. I admired my handiwork for a while and revelled in the after glow.

Then Taking my mobile, I again clicked more pictures of him covered in the smeared lipstick. His hair standing every which way, some of it wet. His face a shiny mask, from all my juices.

After uploading them to cloud, I released him.

"Come on, let's sleep now", I said. The dynamics of our marriage had just changed, I thought as I an laid down. I was the man now, figuratively speaking. He was ... what? Well, he wasn't my husband, that's for sure. Not anymore. My pet, my possession. To do with as I pleased. If I said jump, he should be asking me how high.