Bubbles: Plan B

by Jennifer White

 

Bobbie had reached the end of her patience with Hank. She had tried everything, but it was no use. Early on in her relationship, she thought like most of us do: you can settle for a less than perfect man, then get him to change over time. Then she'd be the happy wife with the ideal marriage she had dreamed of since she was a little girl.

But as we all find out in the real world, there are some things you can get your man to do, but there are some things where he just won't change. And Hank was like that. Bobbie looked the other way at some of his bad habits, like his excessive drinking, his smoking, his tendency to stay out late, ignoring her needs. He didn't help with the housework, he didn't talk to her about his feelings. Other than the fact that they were great in bed together, Bobbie was starting to feel that she was drifting further and further from him, almost every day.

The final straw came when she got a call from a friend of hers who was hanging out at a bar. She saw Hank there, dancing with a younger woman. Her friend took pictures with her camera phone, and there was no doubt that it wasn't just Hank being friendly with a colleague or something. He was after the girl. His hands were all over her. They touched in a way that betrayed a familiarity with each other.

That was it. Bobbie fell apart inside, and ran to her bed in tears. Her marriage was all but over now. She consulted an attorney, and drew up the divorce papers. But as she sat listening to the description of the long legal process they would have to go through, along with the mediation, dividing up their property and so on, it became too overwhelming for her to think about.

And that was when she came up with Plan B. Her friend Rhonda told Bobbie about a solution for her problem. Something that would more than get her even with Hank. She listened, not believing what Rhonda was saying. If it was true, then it was beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible.

Rhonda helped her make all the necessary preparations. She had everything ready. Now it was time to act.

 

* * *

 

It was Friday, the one night a week that Hank would almost never find an excuse to be away. He would (almost grudgingly) spend the night with his wife. He'd go with her to a movie, and to dinner. Of course, she almost always ended up paying, because he'd claim he was broke. She knew now that he had so little money, because he was too busy spending it on that floozy girlfriend of his. But that would change after tonight.

Bobbie took the afternoon off to get everything ready. She had to go shopping at a very special store, which Rhonda had told her about. The woman who ran the shop had been very helpful, explaining what everything was, how it worked, and what Bobbie would need to do in order to make it work properly.

 

When Hank arrived home, she was sitting in the living room, waiting for him. She was wearing a very sexy outfit, rather than the usual jeans and casual t-shirt she would normally have on. This night, she was wearing a little black dress, dark pantyhose, and high heels. Her hair was all done up fancy, and she wore more makeup than normal. Her nails were freshly painted a fiery red (not that he would notice!), and she wore her best jewelry. She did everything she could to make herself look sexy and attractive for him. She even wore her push-up bra, even though it was uncomfortable to wear for a long time. She just had to be super sexy tonight.

Hank responded as she had hoped, showing that he was aroused right away. The tent in his pants gave him away. Bobbie smiled, and told him to sit down next to her. She had poured two glasses of bubbly champagne for them.

"Here my love" she said, "have a drink."

"I'm not a big champagne fan" said Hank. "Too bubbly."

"I'm sorry dear" she said, putting a pout on her face. "But please, just toast with me, and have one sip?"

"Yeah, okay" he said.

She was all sexy, and he was ready to take her. If this would shut her up and keep her from whining, he'd have one sip, even though he hated champagne. Too dry, too many bubbles. Not good drinking like a fine whiskey.

"To us" said Bobbie, as she clinked the stem of her tall fluted glass against his. She smiled and took a deep sip of the cold bubbly liquid.

Hank tried to smile too, but it looked more like a scowl on his face. It was late in the day, and his "five O'clock shadow" was showing. These days, more and more gray was creeping into his beard, which he hated because it made him look older. How would he keep a young thing like Tiffany interested in him, if he looked old and gray?

He took a sip of the champagne, and he was very pleasantly surprised. It didn't have that dry bite that it normally did. And even with all the bubbles, it went down smoothly. He took a second deeper sip, and it was just as good, if not better. He felt a shiver go up and down his spine, like the bubbles were going right to his head. He looked down at his glass, and drained it in one big gulp.

Bobbie didn't get on his case about drinking, like she normally did. She nagged him so often, that it drove him crazy. Why couldn't she be more like Tiffany? Tiffany just wanted to have fun, and to have sex. No nagging. No whining. Just one big party.

But for some reason, Bobbie seemed in a better mood tonight. She poured him a second glass, without complaint.

"So, tell me about your day" she said.

This surprised Hank too. Normally, she wanted to talk (for an hour!) about her day, not letting him get a word in edgewise. But now, she was asking him, and sitting there quietly.

"Well, it was rough. I had a meeting with the boss in the morning, and he dumped half of his work onto me. I swear he doesn't work, he just delegates. So now I'm doing my work plus his...."

 

Hank went on for fifteen minutes, complaining about work. All the while Bobbie just nodded, said "uh-huh", and smiled as she sipped her drink. All that talking made Hank thirsty, and he ended up draining the rest of the bottle. He felt giddy now from it all, calm and relaxed. He felt a tingling inside him between his legs, as he felt a stronger and stronger need to make love with his wife.

Hank stood up, with some difficulty. It was funny that a man who could pound half a bottle of whiskey was so tipsy from just a few glasses of champagne. But Bobbie led him up the stairs by the hand, and it felt easy to follow her. He wanted her. Now.

But instead of laying down on the bed for him, she kept tugging his hand until they entered the bathroom attached to their master bedroom suite. In there, was a surprise for Hank.

 

The room was lit by twelve scented candles, the flames flickering their tongues randomly, giving the room a strange eerie lighting effect, with the shadows constantly shifting. In his inebriated state, it made him feel somewhat dizzy. He looked down and saw the bathtub. It was filled with hot steaming water, then a thick white layer of bubbles. A bubble-bath! There were rose petals sprinkled on top of the white foam, and the room had a strong floral scent. He noticed several vases with fresh cut flowers in them. The floral scent made his head seem to swim even more now.

"This will be a very sensuous experience my love" whispered Bobbie into his ear as she caressed his cheek with her soft hand. She was already starting to undo the buttons on his shirt with her other hand.

"Just relax. You will love this. Then we will make love, and it will be the most intense feeling you've ever had."

Hank was fully erect now, anticipating the sex. He didn't want a bath! He wanted Bobbie on the bed, now! But the way she was touching him, talking to him...she sounded so persuasive. And she had gone through a lot of trouble to set all this up. So he went against his first instinct, and gave in to her wishes. He stepped up into the tub.

The warm water felt so good on his tired aching feet! He lowered himself, and slid down into the tub. All the aches and pains of the day seemed to melt away as his muscles relaxed. It felt so wonderful, so soothing. Bobbie was cooing, as she gently ran a wash rag across his face. She would kiss him on the neck, whisper in his ear, then move on to touch him somewhere else unexpected.

The scent of flowers was overwhelmingly strong. The flickering flames were making him at once tired and dizzy. And most of all, he felt downright giddy from the champagne. He even giggled when she touched a sensitive spot on his neck.

"I feel dizzy" he mumbled. "The flames. The candles."

"Close your eyes love, and relax" said Bobbie. "Just relax, and listen to my voice. Let go. Don't fight it. Just breath and *feel* it. Let go. Relax."

Hank closed his eyes, and it seemed so easy to just keep them shut. Now as she washed him, each little touch was just *that* much more stimulating, since he didn't know where it would be coming from. She moved to the end of the tub, and massaged his feet as he sighed and breathed in deeply. He was beginning to agree with her: this *was* a wonderful sensuous experience. And the more she did to him, the more aroused he got, on the inside.

Hank was used to getting aroused on the outside. But now, he had lost his erection after all this time and the soak in the water. Yet somehow, he was more aroused and turned on now, then he had been a short time ago. He listened to Bobbie, and did what she suggested. He let go, and just relaxed. He was rewarded by yet another leap up in the level of arousal he was feeling. This was incredible!

He wanted to open his eyes to look at her, but he found that he was so relaxed that they wanted to stay closed. Oh well, no bother. This was so good, he didn't want it to stop!

 

Hank was ready. Now it was time for Bobbie to begin the next phase of the plan. She made sure that Hank's hair was wet, and she took out the special shampoo she had bought at the store. She put it into his hair, and began to gently massage it in.

Having his head massaged made Hank relax even more. He was so relaxed, that he didn't notice that while Bobbie was massaging his scalp, his hair had responded by starting to grow out longer. Longer and longer. At first, only a few inches. But then, more and more. Now it was long enough to reach his shoulders.

"Slide down love, to rinse out the shampoo" said Bobbie.

Hank slid down under water for a moment, as Bobbie played with his hair some more, getting the shampoo out. When Hank sat back up, his hair was clean. Long, straight, and clean. Now it would come down to the middle of his back, if it was dry and allowed to hang down.

There was one other subtle change when his head emerged from the water: he no longer had the stubble of a beard on his face. Now his skin was smooth and clean, soft and delicate. In fact, he no longer had hair on his legs now either, nor his arms, or his chest. All his skin was soft and smooth now.

Bobbie wrapped his newly long hair up in a towel, so it could start drying, and wrapped the towel so that it would say up on his head, almost like a turban. She continued to coo into his ear, and touch him all over.

Now she took out another bottle, and poured a large splash of the thick pink liquid into her hand. She put some into the other hand, looking to make sure the amounts were the same. She put her hands over Hank's little nipples, and began to rub in the liquid.

"This is a very sensitive area, even for a man" she said as she started to gently rub the liquid in. It quickly absorbed into his skin as she continued to rub him every so softly and gently, using small circular motions.

"Mmmm" he said, feeling his arousal jump up again, now to an even greater level.

Bobbie put some of a powder blue liquid onto a sponge, and let it absorb in. Then she took the sponge, and put it into the water, guiding it between Hank's legs.

"This will remove your impurities, and heighten your sensitivity" she said. "Hold it in place. You can press it up tight if you'd like."

Hank found that the tighter he pressed the sponge between his legs, the *more* exciting it felt. He pulled it up closer to him, pressing harder and harder.

 

Now Bobbie poured another measure of the pink liquid into her hands, and began rubbing it into his nipples again. By now, Hank's nipples had greatly increased in size. The ring of dark color around them had at least doubled as well. As she rubbed, his arousal increased yet again, until he felt that he *had* to have an orgasm at any moment. It was so overwhelming that he couldn't think about *anything*.

He was so overwhelmed, that he couldn't feel how his chest had expanded now. The soft mounds of tissue were rising as Bobbie continued to rub and apply more of the pink liquid to them. At first, they had just been small soft mounds. But then they had grown into what looked like the perky breasts of a high school girl. They had moved past that, to the soft fuller mounds of a young woman in college. Now, they had reached the size and proportion of a woman, fully developed.

But they weren't done yet. Using the last of the pink liquid, Bobbie kept rubbing Hank's large boobs, until the looked like the full, milk-laden breasts of a nursing mother. When Hank moved, they would jiggle in response. But he was so wrapped up in the pleasures he was feeling, that he couldn't even notice that he was now even more stacked than Bobbie was.

Bobbie reached down between Hank's legs, and pulled the sponge away from him. He gasped as the warm water rushed to fill the void where moments ago the sponge had been, along with his now-missing male genitalia. Between his legs, he no longer looked like a man. He would never be able to make a tent with his pants again. Now he went in, instead of out.

Bobbie looked at the vestiges of his shrunken manhood, which had absorbed into the sponge. She unceremoniously dumped it into the garbage, along with the now empty bottles of pink and blue fluid. She looked at Hank's long smooth legs. The last of the bubbles from the bath looked like lace on his legs. Bubbles also covered his large boobs, as if he had a lacy bra on.

She pulled the plug to drain the tub, and poured a bucket of warm water along Hank's body to wash off the last of the bubbles.

"Stand up" she said.

Hank felt very weak, and had some difficulty. Between feeling very buzzed still from the champagne, and having to suddenly support his weight without the benefit of the water, he felt weak. He felt very off-balance as well. He didn't notice how his hips had widened, his butt had become rounder and fuller, his tummy had shrunk, and his curves had set in. Not to mention the new heavy weight on his chest from his boobs. He was in a different body now, with a different balance point.

He was teetering as Bobbie led him to the bed. There, she laid him on his back, and spread his legs wide apart. She took out a vibrator, and gently inserted it deep into his warm moist slit between his legs, after she turned it on to its lowest setting. She put his hand onto it, so he could hold it in place.

Bobbie put her mouth around Hank's large nipple, and began suckling him. With one hand, she pinched his other nipple gently. With he other hand, she moved down to the very top of his slit. She pushed back the small hood covering his very special spot, and she began to apply a smooth, even pressure to his clitoris.

 

Hank was on his back, his head snapping randomly side to side, as if in the midst of a seizure. In fact, it was the throes of orgasm after intense orgasm that he was feeling. After building up for an hour, he was at the height of sexual tension now. He was well lubricated inside, and the vibrator had slipped in easily. Without even trying, he had put it in deeper and deeper. With Bobbie touching his clit, the vibrator deep into his vagina, and her mouth on his sensitive nipples, he was exploding inside with an intensity he never imagined possible. Not to mention the *multiple* orgasms, which kept coming and coming.

He had one final *huge* orgasm roll over his body, and suddenly he felt very sensitive and ticklish between his legs. He pulled out the vibrator, and put his hand on Bobbie's to stop her. He was still way out of it, and didn't notice the sensation of his breast rubbing up against the inside of his arm. He still couldn't think. He was too overwhelmed.

"Stand up" said Bobbie gently and calmly.

Hank was filled inside with an overwhelming sense of love and devotion to this wonderful woman who had just made him feel like this. It was like every orgasm he had ever felt in his life, all wrapped up into one. Times ten. She had done this, and made it possible. He felt such a strong outpouring of love and devotion to her suddenly, that he wanted to cry.

He was unable to speak, as she told him to put his arms out. He was trying to sort out all of the new stronger emotions he was feeling inside. He was almost in a state of shock. He didn't even notice or protest as she put the underwire bra onto him, and fastened it in place. The straps dug into his shoulders as the bra began to support the weight of his breasts.

He also just stood their, lifting one leg at a time as Bobbie put the sexy white lace thong panties onto him, and pulled them up into place. He needed a thong, because the black skirt she put onto him next was so tight. It came down to around his knees, and was *really* tight around his butt. He had never worn anything that tight in his whole life.

Bobbie put a sexy v-neck top onto him next, which exposed the top of his boobs, and showed a lot of skin. He looked very sexy. But she was far from done. Next came the hair.

Hank now had long gorgeous hair, but it was all wet and wrapped up in the towel. Bobbie untied the towel after she led Hank to the bathroom, and she went to work with the blow dryer. She worked expertly on his hair, giving it volume, making it look very pretty. For the left side, she used a barrette to keep the hair off his face. But she let the hair on the right spill over, covering the side of his face. It gave him a mysterious, beautiful look.

Next came the makeup. Hank's face was very pretty now. But with just the right amount of cosmetics, it could be even better. After a light layer of foundation, a little rouge to bring out the cheekbones better. Eyeshadow, liner and mascara made his eyes look even bigger and prettier. She outlined his lips with a pencil, and filled in with shiny red lip gloss, making his lips look full and kissable. For a last touch, she put on just a light puff of powder onto his cheeks, which contained glitter.

The look was stunning. Hank looked very sexy and glamorous now. Bobbie led him back to the bedroom, where she got out her jewelry box. She put a ruby and diamond ring on his right hand, a diamond tennis bracelet on his right wrist, and a lady's watch with a cute little tiny face on his left wrist. Then she found a necklace for him, with dangling diamonds. He was now almost complete. A few puffs of perfume from the atomizer gave him a booster of the pretty rose scent that already permeated his skin.

Bobbie had one last touch: a pair of stilettos that she wore on special occasions when she wanted to feel extra sexy. She put them on his little feet, and fasted the straps. He was still teetering, and now it was made worse by the six inch heels. She looked him up and down. He was gorgeous! Bobbie was actually jealous. He was now a sexier woman that she was.

 

Bobbie led Hank to the mirror, for the first time. He had to hold on to her wrist to keep from falling over. He still wasn't really able to think; his head was spinning. Bobbie took a pink pill from the table, and gave it to him with a glass of water he had already poured.

"Take this" she said.

Hank took the pill, and washed it down with water. It was amazing! Almost immediately, his head started to clear up. He started to regain his senses. But something didn't feel right at all.

He looked up. Who was that woman in the sexy black skirt? She was a real turn on! Why was she in their bedroom? He was suddenly confused. He didn't recognize her. Why would Bobbie have invited a sexy woman like that, with long beautiful hair and a hot body into their room? Wow, her tits were gorgeous. He wanted to reach out, and put his hands on them. He felt so completely aroused!

Hank's memory started to clear up, and he could recall something about when he came home. He remembered taking a bath. He remembered feeling really, really turned on. Sort of like how he was now. The memory of the feeling made him shiver all over.

The woman he was staring at shimmied, and that turned him on even more. Hank felt kind of unsteady still though. It was as if he was standing on the tips of his toes. He went to move to a more comfortable position, but the moment he moved, the woman took a step towards him. He stopped. She stopped.

It was then when he realized: he wasn't looking at a woman in his bedroom. He was looking in the *mirror*. It wasn't some sexy woman he was seeing. It was *himself*.

 

No. It could not be. No!

 

Hank reached down to touch himself between his legs. He felt nothing down there. Nothing! It was gone. All of his manhood. And to make matters worse, in his aroused state, the touch down there brought back the flood of memories. Bobbie had laid him down on the bed...and had brought him to orgasm...as a woman! Multiple orgasms in fact.

Hank was no longer tipsy from the drink. But he felt like he was about to collapse at any moment. The memory of having orgasmed as a woman was still fresh in his mind. He fell down to his knees. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be true. He touched himself on the chest, cupping his generous breasts in his hands. He could feel their weight, their firmness. His touch made him feel even more turned on somehow. He breasts *wanted* to be touched, to be caressed.

He was pretty now. Beautiful in fact. He was female. Very female. He was a woman. He brushed the long hair off the side of his face, but it slid back into place.

 

"So" said Bobbie, "how does it feel to be a woman?"

"What have you done to me???" he said, shocked at the sound of his voice. Instead of his normal voice, it was the voice of a *woman*. A sweet melodic alto. A woman's voice, coming out of his mouth when he spoke. It was beginning to dawn on him that this transformation was total and complete.

"What have I done? The question is what have *you* done? I didn't want it to come to this Hank. But you went too far, and I had to do something."

"Please, for god's sake, turn me back! I promise I'll be faithful. I'll do anything you want!"

"Why would I do that? You will be faithful to me now, and you will do anything I want. Look deep inside. You will find that you are completely devoted to me now, and you love me with all your heart."

Hank looked around in a panic. What was she talking about? She walked up, closer to where he was kneeling. He didn't think about it, but he put his arms around her, and held himself close. He was overcome with the wash of emotions that hit him at that moment, like a tidal wave sweeping in and smashing a house on the shoreline. He wasn't swept up in a wave of water; instead he was swept up in a wave of love for Bobbie. He loved her! With all his heart, with all his soul. She was everything to him. He hugged her closer.

"I don't think that with your new *permanent* body, that I can accept calling you Hank anymore" she said. "I think that from now....you're name will be Gisele. Tell me who you are now."

"I am Gisele" was the reply in a clear lilting alto voice. How was it that it came out so easily? She told him to do something that went against *everything*, calling himself by a woman's name. Yet when she made the request, bang! The response came without any thinking on Gisele's part.

"Gisele? How am I Gisele?" he thought. He tried to remember his former name, but he could not. He was Gisele. That was him.

"Tell me that you are a woman, Gisele."

"I am a woman" *she* replied.

Of course she was a woman. Even if that somehow seemed wrong, it was true. She really was a woman. Bobbie had just stated the obvious. And Gisele could not help but to agree. She *was* a woman, in every way.

"You want to always be pretty" said Bobbie.

"I always want to be pretty."

"You want to keep a clean house, because you can't stand messes."

"I want to always keep a clean house."

"You love me, and will do anything I wish."

"I love you Bobbie, and I will do *anything* you wish."

"Good Gisele. I'm glad you understand what our relationship is. From now on, *I* am in charge of everything. I will give you pleasure in bed, but sometimes I might bring a man home for myself. Or one for you. And you will do whatever I tell you to. Like right now."

"What do you want?" said Gisele, excited that she was going to have a chance to please the love of her life. Oh how she wanted to serve Bobbie, and make her happy.

"Go down on me" said Bobbie.

Gisele already felt excited. She was going to have a wondrous opportunity now, to touch and satisfy the woman that she was so desperately in love with. Bobbie laid back on the bed, after she made Gisele go through a full half hour of foreplay. Now it was time for her to receive her pleasure, after doing so much work. Perhaps a bath would be nice next, and a foot massage. And Gisele would be more than willing to do all that for her. She would be glad in fact.

Bobbie squealed with delight as Gisele's nimble tongue brought her to the first orgasm of the evening. She smiled as she moaned, happy in the throes of her orgasmic bliss. She was almost as happy as Gisele, who was just elated beyond description that she was able to make Bobbie feel so good.

"I want to do this to her all the time, every day, and every night" thought Gisele.

 

When they were through, the happy couple snuggled each other. They were together now, completely in love, and ready to enjoy a long happy life together...

  

  

  

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