“I found your search history.” My wife walked into the living room while I was watching a game of football. My heart dropped into my stomach, but maybe it was something else?
“Oh yeah? What did you find?” I tried to keep my voice calm but even I could hear the worry in my voice.
“You were looking at porn weren’t you?” She walked in front of the TV so she was in my view. I could tell from the look on her face that she was mad but also amused.
“Shit,” I thought. I looked up at her hoping she didn’t click on any of the links. I always deleted my history because I didn’t want anyone to find out. How had I been so foolish! “Ummmm yeah, I was just so horny and you were asleep sooooo…” My voice trailed off weak, “It won’t happen again.”
“It’s ok babe. I figured you did every now and again. I am just upset that you felt like you couldn’t tell me. Don’t think that I didn’t click every link that you looked at to see what your kink was.” The anger from her face disappeared completely and was replaced by a mischievous sort of smile.
“I don’t like that you’re smiling. I’m super embarrassed. I don’t know what to say. Can we just drop it. I won’t look at that stuff again.” I was saying anything to get out of the situation.
“No, I don’t want to drop it. In fact I have a secret to tell you. I’m a witch!” She smiled and I rolled my eyes.
“Oh haha you found out that I have a transformation fetish and the first thing you do is mock me? It is just a curiosity, it’s not like I actually want that.” I was starting to get annoyed. I obviously hid it because I was afraid of being made fun of and now here she was doing actually that.
Instead of backing off she doubled down. “No, I am actually a witch. I saw that you seemed to like transformations where you’d have mental changes made, and I can do that for you. I never told you because it didn’t seem like anything you would need to know plus you’d never believe me but this way I can show you.” She smiled.
I was furious at this point and decided to get up and walk away. As I did she started to chant in some made up sounding language. I ignored her and went into our room strangely feeling worn out and tired. I fell back on the bed hardly noticing the long hair creeping down my back or the fact that my clothes vanished. I forced myself to keep my eyes open. It was all I could do to stop myself from falling asleep! As soon as it had started it stopped. Confused I looked down and gave a quiet shriek! I was now 100% a woman. This had been my dream but now that it had happened I was freaking out. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were.
I thought back to the conversation I had with my wife. It was hard to recall exactly for some reason but I vaguely remember her saying something about mental changes. I took stock of my mind by doing some memory tests. As far as I could tell my memories of being a man were the same. Next I did some math problems in my head, or at least tried to, but couldn’t do simple, alg… aljebr… I couldn’t think of the name either. “Uh oh.” Next I thought about my wife, who had a rockin bod. Nothing. Next I thought of men. Slowly I felt myself get aroused. The feeling of arousal as a woman seemed different but at the same time felt oddly familiar and similar to being a man. I felt my nipples stiffen and my crotch get warmer. I decided to call out for my wife.
“Honey??? I think I believe you!” I yelled or actually, tried to yell. Instead it came out in a breathy sweet voice and was actually “Hey Stud, I like, think I believe you now.” I slapped my hand to my mouth. What was that?
Suddenly a large man appeared in my doorway, naked and with a large cock standing at attention.
“Hey baby,” He smiled. “Like what I’ve done to us?”
I sat there thinking trying to figure out what he could mean. I could feel my brain working and I felt annoyed as I never had to work this hard thinking before. Finally it clicked. “You are like my husband, right.” Wait, “Not husband, I meant husband.” I realized I couldn’t say wife. “Why can’t I think right? Why do I have this sexy body and like big strong men, with big….” I felt my eyes fix on his package.
“Well my new fuck toy.” He started stroking his shaft. “I read your transformation posts and decided to give you what it seemed like you wanted.” I was only half listening as I could barely focus on anything other than the massive cock in front of me. I started rubbing my new clit only half aware of what I was doing. He continued “Anyway I made you into a slut, bimbo, whatever you want to call it. You’re not smart anymore, you can only focus on things for so long, you need sex, and your body responds 10 fold to any stimulation. My guess though is you aren’t going to really be able to focus on what I am saying though. I think we shouldn’t be married after this because you’ll cheat on me with any guy that will have sex with you, but we can still be roomies. I’ll stay in this body while you adjust. Just know that all you are going to care about is sex just like your characters.”
I was trying to follow what he was saying but the pleasure from fingering myself was making my mind go blank. I gave up listening and just waited till he stopped talking. Finally he did and I took my chance. “Please fuck me!”
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Original author: Story44
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