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“This is all new to you” Margaret tells me. “Let me lead you”.

Like I had the strength, or will, to resist, while I’m lying on our bed again. She’s on top of me.

My wife removes my pants and shirt. “We still haven’t bought any bras for you”.

“That what I wanted to say!” she beams. “You’re so wet, for me! Dammit, girl, we only had this one pair of panties”.

I still can’t grasp how gigantic she is now, especially for a woman. Yet, her touch still knows how to be tender, as her lips kiss my neck. It feels so good.

The situation can only improve when my Margaret tenderly licks my earlobe. I’m too caught up to notice I’m now an earring wearer. My chest follows.

“I wonder what cup you are” my wife wonders. “In any case, they’re so soft and sweet. Like you”.

My nipples have never been this sensitive before. That’s why Margaret seems to enjoy me doing it that much. “I should do this to you more often, love!” I promise her. “By the way, I’m the perfect height for it now: I don’t even need to bend to reach your nipples”.

She laughs. “That’s the way I want you, girl!”.

Meanwhile, her expert hands are feeling my skinny thighs. I jump when they reach my sculpted abs. One of the things I love about this transformation, other than Margaret’s constant attention.

Being married is great and all, but after a while, things start to get… stalled. I long for her attention.

Having your… clitoris massaged, at the same moment when your wife is massaging your silky hair, and suctioning your ear, is the closest representation of heaven I’ve glimpsed today.

“I love your moans” my wife states. I hadn’t noticed I had been moaning so far. “If I would have known beforehand you were going to be this beautiful, I would have asked the agency to turn me into a man. It would have been great to impale you on my tool”.

She shifts her attention on my neck again. Her huge, muscular arm-stretching on my entire torso for my… tender parts feels awesome.

“You would have let me do that, right Asya?”.

“…uh?”.

“If I were a man” she repeats. “Would you let me fuck you with my cock?”.

“No… I don’t think… AH!” I yell, as her middle finger… deflowers me.

“Don’t worry, munchkin. Nowadays most women are not virgins anymore at your age. You won’t feel any pain”.

It’s like I have one more sensory organ. The skin on her finger… I can feel it all. Only now do I recognize the amazing lubricating capabilities of my young fluids. At 31 years old, Margaret was still young. Yet, one of the first things I had noticed about her rejuvenated vagina, was its fluid consistency. So fluid. I imagine mine to be even more so, given I’m biologically only 18 years old, as crazy as it may sound.

At first, it feels odd. Slowly, little sparks of pleasure start following her every movement.

“You’re so tight, Asya!” Margaret comments. “If I had a cock, it would feel great! Wouldn’t you want your wife to feel that way?”.

Honestly, I’m too focused on my new experience to pay her attention. Until, of course, she stops. I can still feel her middle finger, but it’s not moving anymore.

“Why?!” I protest.

“My bad, I knew was going to be too amazing for you to keep multitasking” Margaret explains to me. “At this very moment, would you let me fuck, if I had a beautiful cock? Would you crave it?”.

“No, love, please… don’t stop…” I plead.

“You’re right, my bad again” she continues. “You can’t crave what you don’t know, and your brain has been wired up for decades to wish for a woman’s touch. But we can try and see if you like cock”.

“I don’t, I swear, come on… your finger was more than enough!”.

“I know you’re just a pixie now” my wife gets up, searching for something in our closet. “But you deserve something bigger than my finger. Luckily, I have a gift for you”.

A moment later, she’s holding a… “Really? A strapon?!” I revolt.

Ignoring me, my wife puts it on. Then, she explains “It cost me quite a lot, but it’s the top of the line!”.

She gets dangerously close. But, as she starts massaging my labia with it, the will to protest is fading away.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit too big for you… tiny woman!”. Then, she… inserts it. All the way.

I jolt, scared to feel pain. Instead, nature does its course, lubricating the average-sized dildo my wife has just mounted on her new strapon.

At first, it feels… blocked. Too big to pass.

“You need to relax, Asya” her soothing voice reaches me. “Breathe”. In the meantime, Margaret slowly retracts, before coming back again. Push after push, the walls of my… vagina seem more accommodating.

“So, how are you liking my cock?” my wife asks me.

“As long as it’s fake, I don’t mind it” I joke. I’m relieved to know she was referring to this rubber appendage. For a moment I was worried she wanted to switch sides as well. But, for better or for worse, no available transformation is waiting for you after the “Kink Finder” agency is done with your body.

One, two, three pushes. And a few more following them. My moaning gets hard to ignore, as I struggle to breathe.

Then, again, this damned wicked wife of mine stops.

“What now?!” I shout, frustrated.

“I think you were going to have an orgasm” Margaret tells me. “We need to do this first”.

I lay here, paralyzed. What is she doing? Does she want me to get crazy?!

“Sorry for the wait, I need you to wear this”. It’s a fucking VR helmet.

“What the hell?! …whatever, hurry up” I slightly raise my head to allow my partner to place it on me.

She really needs to tighten the band to set the VR helmet. Yet another thing reminding me of my new size. “Sorry for the interruption, we’re good to go now”.

“Fine, just go on!” I invite her.

“…why aren’t you complaining yet? Are you finally starting to play my new game?” my wife asks me.

“Why should…” BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

A strong red light invades my field of view.

I quickly open my eyes in response.

“Silly” she laughs. “You must watch the video, or we can’t play!”.

“What vide…” I’d like to ask, when it… starts.

A fit man in his twenties, with green eyes and blonde neck-length hair stares at me. Closer, is a female body that’s, of course, quite a bit bigger than mine.

The video follows my every movement. It surely feels more real than most porn I’ve consumed lately.

Finally, my wife starts pushing again.

I’d enjoy it, if… the green-eyed man staring at me wasn’t… syncing with her.

“What is this, Margaret?!”.

“Shush, Asya. Just enjoy your first orgasm” she scolds me.

This time, fewer pushes are needed to get me to the edge.
Finally, she makes me a… woman.