Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. The characters of the story are all fictitious, and any resemblance to any real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The events portrayed are likewise fabrications. This work also includes mature subject matter and may not be appropriate for those under the age of eighteen. No part of this work may be published, reproduced, posted or distributed in any form, including electronic storage and retrieval, without the prior express, written consent of the author. All rights reserved. Personal archiving for private use is approved. As usual, I am indebted to Terry for her great editing.

 

The Female Spouse

by Julia Manchester

Copyright 2005

 

Chapter 1

Toni Cramer turned off her computer and locked her desk as she prepared to close the office. Ed Jennings, the owner of the company, was out of the office, but that wasn't unusual. He was seldom in these days, spending most of his time supervising out at a job site, or finalizing a bid at a contractor's office, or golfing with contractors or customers.

Toni left a note to remind her boss that she would be on vacation for the next two weeks and that a temp would cover her spot. She was really looking forward to her vacation and she hoped that her husband, Dan, had been able to get the jacuzzi room at the inn they had picked out. With a last look around she turned out the lights, locked the door, and headed to her little red car.

Meanwhile, across town, Dan had left work a bit early to pack the car and get ready to leave. He was an assistant in the human relations department of a large local company, and things were slow due to the economy so his department supervisor didn't object when he asked for a few hours off. Now he was just finishing up and as he slung Toni's last suitcase into the trunk, he grumbled about the amount of luggage she required.

Dan wasn't the biggest guy in the world—not by a long shot—and he found the weight of Toni's suitcases barely within the limits of his five foot eight inch, one hundred fifty-five pound frame. Toni hadn't a prayer of lifting her own luggage, and she had purposely left it out for Dan, unaware that even he would have trouble with the tonnage.

"She's not going on vacation, she's migrating," he muttered to himself as he closed the trunk and turned back towards the house.

Before Dan reached the door he heard Toni's car turn into the drive, and he waited as she pulled her car into the garage and walked up to him.

"Hi, honey. Did you get the special room we wanted?" she asked as she leaned towards her husband for a kiss.

"Yeah, hon, it was no problem," Dan responded as he embraced his pretty bride. All his complaints about her luggage fled from his thoughts at the sight of his wife. Some women had pretty faces, while others had nice figures or great legs, but Toni had it all, as far as Dan was concerned. Though she was a half-inch taller than he, her face had a youthful appearance, and she almost looked like a teenager, despite her 24 years. Her hips were still a bit slim and her waist was thin, and her somewhat larger than average bust showed no signs at all of sagging. She looked great in a short skirt because her legs were definitely world class.

"Great! Is everything ready to go?"

"Yeah, I put out the cat, turned on some lights, and packed the car."

"Honey, we don't have a cat," Toni laughed.

"Really?" Dan deadpanned. "Well, then it's a good thing I put it out."

Toni laughed. "Just give me a few minutes to change," she said as she dashed into the house.

 

Beacon Bay is a large body of water in northern Michigan, perhaps twenty miles across and fifty miles in depth. Its mouth faces north, which protects the deep-water anchorage from the prevailing westerly winds, but leaves it exposed to the northern gales prevalent in the winter. Its climate is warm during the summer but bitterly cold in the winter, making it a strictly seasonal resort.

Spirit Island is located in the middle of Beacon Bay, slightly nearer the east arm, about 8 miles offshore. The sole enterprise of the wooded, privately owned island is the Anchorage, an inn founded in 1902 by Corporal Josiah Martin (ret.) of the First U.S. Volunteer Cavalry. Corporal Martin served with Teddy Roosevelt in the Spanish American War and retired to the island after a Spanish bullet shattered his left knee during the charge up Kettle Hill. There, he and his adoring Cuban wife, Maria, built a large, rambling inn near the center of the island, on a hill that overlooked the bay in all directions. The thirty-room inn was constructed entirely of white pine, giving it a rustic appearance, and featured a covered porch that surrounded the entire building, large guest rooms, and a timbered dining hall. A small tavern was included, and Josiah Martin hired locals to staff the place.

When the inn was being constructed, a local tribe of Indians protested the activity. They claimed Spirit Island was a gathering place of the spirits and therefore sacred ground. However, Josiah Martin had already invested his entire life savings in the project and he refused to halt construction, despite warnings of dire consequences.

No one knows if Josiah and Maria were visited by spirits or suffered any "dire consequences," unless you count not being able to make a go of the inn as one of those horrible results. Apparently the inn was just too isolated or too rustic, but tourists and fisherman never made it one of their favorite spots, and the Martins were never able to prosper. They lived a secluded existence, and rarely came to the mainland. Occasionally one or both of them would come to town for supplies, but they said very little and kept to themselves. It was rumored that Spirit Island was haunted, but local historians have since dismissed this as superstition.

Nevertheless, several of the locals who had infrequent contacts with the Martins claimed they exhibited strange behavior. One local fisherman who approached the island one day claimed he saw someone cutting wood and dragging it towards the inn. The person sighted was wearing pants, but did not walk with Josiah's well-known limp, and appeared somewhat shorter than Josiah.

Then there was the year when Josiah wasn't seen at all. That year Maria came to town alone to pick up their supplies, giving various reasons why Josiah wasn't with her. She seemed larger and not as pretty as the locals had remembered her, but there was something else too. When she first arrived Maria had seemed quiet and timid, but after a year she seemed far less shy, and much more at ease. Most folks put that down to the fact that, by then, she had time to grow used to the community.

The next spring both the Martins returned to the mainland one day for supplies and they had a baby boy with them, no more than six months old, yet Maria had not appeared the least bit pregnant on her previous forays, and when the kid began to fuss she handed him to her husband and told him to take care of him. What surprised the locals was the way he obeyed her and took the kid off somewhere while Maria was the one that loaded their wagon with the supplies. Josiah also appeared somewhat smaller and frail than they had remembered him, and some thought he wasn't a well man. His clothes hung on him and he wore a heavy coat, even though the weather was warm for that time of year.

Yep, the Martins were strange all right, but folks just left them alone. Eventually, when their son was a little older, they sold the inn and island and moved away from the area.

The inn remained vacant until the early fifties, when a construction company purchased it and sent a crew to renovate the old structure and upgrade the utilities. Since that time it had been used in the way Josiah Martin originally intended, but for some reason it never became a popular tourist destination. Its clientele consisted mostly of honeymooners and couples celebrating anniversaries, but the old rumors of ghosts and spirits persisted . . .

 

Dan had run across an ad for the old rustic inn online, and it looked like the perfect place to take his bride of one year to celebrate their first anniversary. After discussing it with Toni, Dan made reservations for two weeks the following summer, thinking it would be great to take his sixteen-foot speedboat for a little water skiing or just cruising around the bay.

The five-hour drive was very pleasant, and the scenery of Michigan's northern, Lower Peninsula was beautiful. They crossed numerous rivers and passed countless small lakes with picturesque cottages or, sometimes, encircled by nothing but woods. The small towns along the way were neat and clean, and each seemed to have at one local restaurant with generally very good food.

When they arrived at the bay, Dan drove to the public access boat ramp and launched his boat, then tied it alongside the dock and loaded their luggage.

Meanwhile Toni wandered over to a small outdoor stand run by a very old individual who sat in a folding chair under a beach umbrella. The stand was nothing more than a few card tables covered with a cloth, and there were various items, mostly homemade pies, jams, cookies, and other goodies. Though it was hard to tell, considering the wares, Toni took the person to be female. The woman also had a few homemade soaps, cachets, and scented oils displayed on one side, and these caught Toni's eye. She looked at various scents and soaps, and finally found some bath scent that had a delightful citrus aroma. She handed the bottle to the woman and asked her how much she wanted for it.

"Two dollars," she replied in a strange, high voice.

"That's quite a bargain. I'll take it," Toni replied, intending to use it in the Jacuzzi in their room. "Did you make all these things?" she asked.

An odd expression crossed the old woman's face. "Yes," she replied. "I make all my goods. My, wif- er, spouse, says it's my atonement for callousness in my previous life.

Toni thought that was a strange statement, and she looked closely at the ancient figure across from her. The old one stared back, gimlet-eyed, with no expression at all, and Toni was tempted to simply drop the item and walk away. However, she did like the scent so she opened her purse and paid the woman for the bath scent, slipping it into her purse. By the time she rejoined Dan, the creepy feeling had disappeared, and she could not have repeated the words she heard if her life depended on it. By the time they had stowed everything on their boat, she had even forgotten the old woman.

Chapter 2

When they got to the island, Dan tied off the boat and lifted their luggage out of the back and onto the wooden planks of the dock. He managed to carry three of the suitcases towards the resort, while Toni followed with one, small case. There was no bellman on duty, so after they checked in, Dan carried everything up to their room and set it by the door. After opening the door with the old fashioned skeleton key, he turned and scooped Toni up in his arms and carried her across the threshold, just as he'd done on the night of their wedding. She giggled like a schoolgirl and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he set her down.

Though the resort was old, the renovation had completely updated the rooms, and Toni fell in love with the place as soon as she turned around and saw the layout. It was spacious, with a small bath and closet area near the door. The main room had a king-sized bed, dresser, a table with four chairs, a recliner, a refrigerator, and the obligatory television. The balcony extended only half the width of the room, but the other half of that area was taken up by a glass enclosed Jacuzzi. It had a great view of the bay, and there were sliding curtains for privacy.

"Well, does this meet with my lady's approval?" Dan asked.

"It's wonderful!" Toni gushed. "I think we'll have a great time here!"

"I hear the area has lots of attractions, but we may not get out too much," Dan remarked with a raised eyebrow and a grin, and Toni giggled.

"You have a one-track mind," she accused playfully, and Dan just shrugged.

"I can't help it if my beautiful bride stirs my loins," he said, drawing her to him.

"Easy does it, lover," Toni scolded him. "We need to unpack, then I want to try out that water hole," she said, pointing to the Jacuzzi.

"Fair enough. I've never done "it" in a tub, but it sounds like fun."

Toni laughed and pushed him away. "You're hopeless," she told him. "But it's a great idea."

After they unpacked their bags, Toni claimed the bathroom first and stripped completely before wrapping herself in a robe and letting Dan have the room. While he was getting undressed, Toni remembered the scented oil she had purchased and thought that it would be perfect for the jacuzzi. She went to her purse, retrieved the small bottle, and shook two drops of the concentrate into the roiling water of the jacuzzi. A heavenly fragrance rose from the tub, and a feeling of excitement and anticipation came over her as she inhaled the sweet scent. She felt her nipples tingling with anticipation, followed by a sensation of moistness between her legs.

Dan entered the room wearing his new, blue terrycloth robe, which was the complement to her pink robe—part of a his 'n hers set Toni had purchased for this occasion. When Dan closed the door, Toni adjusted the lights very low and opened the drapes, which gave them a magnificent view of the bay and the dunes. The sun was a crimson sliver above the horizon when she turned towards her husband and slowly opened her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders.

Toni caught the robe in one hand and stood before Dan in a classically feminine pose. Dan was transfixed as he saw his beautiful wife silhouetted in the fiery light of the setting sun, and he quickly undid his own robe. In moments he too, was naked, revealing his alert member. He approached her slowly and they kissed passionately before descending hand in hand into the jacuzzi.

The warmth of the bubbling water seemed to fuel their mutual passion, and before long Dan mounted Toni as she reclined on an inclined portion of the jacuzzi that seemed designed for that purpose. Toni's breathing was already rapid, and the jasmine scented water seemed to excite her even more as it bubbled beneath and around her feminine form, tickling her back and bottom and effervescing between her legs and breasts.

Dan entered her easily and began the primordial rite as nature intended. He felt supremely powerful and completely in control as he thrust into Toni's waiting receptacle. She felt soft and warm, and Dan's excitement continued to build as he hammered into her.

Normally Dan's energy level began to wane after a few minutes, but this time it actually seemed to grow as he continued, and Dan was delighted. Perhaps it was the warm water of the jacuzzi, but his passion seemed to exceed any level he had ever attained; yet he did not feel the need to ejaculate. He only wanted to continue, and Toni seemed more than willing.

After a time, his thrusts seemed shorter and shallower, though no less frenzied, but Toni did not seem upset so he continued. It was obvious that he was still filling her completely, though somehow there seemed to be less to fill. Dan set that thought aside as an obvious product of his imagination and continued to propel into her.

A moment later Dan's exertions finally began to take their toll, and he felt the energy literally drain out of him. He slowed his movements and at one point sensed that he had actually slipped out of Toni, despite the fact that they were still in close contact, though that was obviously impossible. Besides, he felt they were still joined together. But Dan was now exhausted, and he stopped to rest.

It was at that point that Toni took charge and rolled Dan over and descended on HIM, surprising him completely. Somewhere in the process their legs became entangled, and Dan wound up on his back with his legs spread apart, while Toni hovered above him. Their union, which had momentarily broken, resumed almost immediately, and Dan gasped as he felt his wife lunge against him.

The couple invariably made love in the missionary position so this was very unusual, and perhaps the novelty of the situation prevented Dan from appreciating the curious sensations emanating from his groin. He was also distracted by the sight and feel of Toni's breasts looming huge in his field of vision, softly caressing his face and neck as she continued to rock back and forth.

On top of everything else, Dan felt a wonderful tingling in his groin that began to radiate outward to every part of his body. The sensation soon became overpowering, and Dan gasped as he was overcome by a thunderous, pulsing orgasm that seemed to go on forever. He moaned and thrashed beneath his wife and called out her name, begging her to continue.

Meanwhile, Toni felt a sudden rush of energy. She was dimly aware that her arms were extended downwards, her hands planted on Dan's shoulders while her midsection surged downwards, forging the union between them. If she had been more conscious of the situation, she would have been astounded by the sudden strength in her arms and shoulders, and her newfound stamina, but there were just too many novel and wonderful sensations to deal with at once. She was also faintly conscious of a subtle but very real variation in the feelings produced by their lovemaking. It almost seemed as if she could feel herself being surrounded by Dan when she thrust downward, but the notion was too strange, too bizarre to contemplate, and she was too aroused and driven to pay it any heed.

Toni was like a woman possessed, as she relentlessly hammered downward, and a feeling of extraordinary power, almost invincibility, infused her soul. At that point she was unable to stop, incapable of rational thought, and even the strange gasps and moans of her husband failed to deter her. Suddenly Toni felt herself become nearly rigid, and with one final thrust she drove downward and pinned Dan against the jacuzzi with astonishing force. A stream of hot syrupy fluid seemed to surge from deep within her, and then it was over.

Dan was dazed and confused. He had never experienced anything remotely akin to the sensations that now overwhelmed him. A series of tremors had rocked and stunned him, each seemingly more powerful than the last, and his body was literally beyond his control as it thrashed and shook beneath Toni's onslaught. Dan was awed by his wife's energy and stamina, which for some reason he had not come close to matching. She was clearly in complete control of their lovemaking, and it was all Dan could do to hold on to her and respond to her movements. His hands clutched at her back as she pushed him higher and higher towards the next peak. Each thunderous jolt of electricity pushed him closer and closer to an unseen pinnacle until, finally, Dan felt himself explode with an incredible release. Every muscle in his body was taut, and every nerve from his head to his toes received an electrifying charge.

The tremors subsided gradually, and Dan's senses slowly returned to normal. Toni was atop him, her breasts pressed against his chest and her arms encircling his shoulders, gripping him with surprising strength. Dan's arms were around his wife's thin waist and his legs were splayed far apart, his knees slightly flexed, while Toni's legs were between his.

They were still joined, but something felt wrong—out of place—to Dan. The swirling, bubbling water was a distraction, but something seemed to sticking into him—but that was impossible!

Then Toni shifted a bit and pushed herself off him—and Dan felt a tubular object withdrawing from . . . from . . . an aperture of some sort -- IN HIS BODY!

"What the hell!" Dan exclaimed as he disengaged his hands from his wife's waist and moved them to his groin.

Toni sat back on her haunches and stared down at her spouse, then quickly shifted her gaze to her own crotch. "Oh my God!" She screamed. "What's happened to us?"

Dan's hands found the junction between his legs, but his usual equipment was—Gone! When Toni yelled out, he pushed himself up the sloping jacuzzi and stared down at himself—and fainted.

It is likely Dan would have drowned were it not for Toni. When her husband passed out and slipped beneath the roiling waters, she reached down and held his head out of the water. When she was unable to bring him around, Toni reached beneath him, intending to try to slide him up the side of the tub. She didn't think she could move him much; hoping only for was enough strength to keep his head clear of the water until he regained consciousness. So it was a considerable shock when she discovered she was able to lift Dan right out of the jacuzzi. For some reason, Dan seemed as light as a feather. After repositioning her hands, Toni was able to pick him up and carry him through the sliding glass doors and lay him on the bed.

After making sure Dan was still breathing, Toni turned her attention to the astounding changes that had befallen them. A quick glance at Dan confirmed that he was now the proud owner of an apparently realistic vagina, but her own transformation really dominated Toni's attention. The masculine appendage hanging from her otherwise completely feminine form looked absurd to her, both in size and location. It just didn't belong on her female body, yet it seemed to be fully functional. On top of that it was huge, though Toni wondered if it simply looked big because she wasn't accustomed to having a penis hanging down from her own body.

She touched herself gingerly and was amazed at the sensations her new equipment transmitted. It was extremely sensitive and Toni's eyes widened as she felt herself becoming aroused once more.

"Good Lord! What am I going to do with this thing?" she wondered aloud, but a snide response instantly crossed her mind: The same thing guys do—scratch it, piss through it, and plunge it into any willing pussy you can seduce.

"Oh shit—Where did that come from?" Toni gasped, covering her mouth. That thought, that attitude, was so foreign to her that she wondered if something had invaded her mind, which led to another question—How did this happen?

Chapter 3

How had she and Dan swapped equipment? Surely what they had just undergone was based in magic or the supernatural. No physical agent could have caused such an instantaneous transformation, which implied that their plight was beyond medical science. Doctors would not be able to reverse what had occurred, and in fact medical intervention might be harmful.

So now what? Toni asked herself, but there were no ready answers.

When Dan awoke he was under the covers and Toni was sitting at a small table, wearing a white, short sleeve blouse and a pleated navy skirt.

"What happened?" He croaked weakly, and Toni looked up from the magazine she was reading.

"Hi hon—How are you feeling?" she asked as she rose and came over to the bed.

"Tired," Dan admitted. "What happened?"

"How much do you remember?" Toni asked.

Dan thought for a moment, then his expression changed to shock and Toni saw the covers move as Dan confirmed his memory.

"Oh, my God! How—What—"

"Shh—Keep it down!" Toni admonished him. "I'm not sure how soundproof these walls are, and we don't need any curious visitors asking embarrassing questions right now, if you know what I mean."

"What the hell happened?" Dan hissed, deciding she was right.

"I have no idea," his wife replied in a normal speaking voice. "It's a complete mystery. All I can think of is we underwent some sort of magical transformation. Beyond that your guess is as good as mine."

"But, why US?"

Toni shrugged. "I don't know any more than you," she pointed out.

"Okay, okay," Dan agreed, "but what do we do now - How can we reverse this . . . curse?"

"I don't know," Toni admitted. "All I know is this isn't the result of natural causes, or anything we could hope to understand. As far as I know there is nothing in the world that could cause us to change sex like this."

Dan knew of nothing that could do such a thing either, so they discussed several supernatural possibilities for nearly an hour. At the end of that time, Toni sighed. "This is getting us nowhere," she observed. "I think we need to discuss how we're going to deal with the changes."

"What do you mean?" Dan asked warily.

"Well, for instance, I hope you don't mind but I had to borrow a pair of your briefs. Mine just don't have the room I need now," Toni informed him.

"Yeah, I can imagine. I guess I don't mind," Dan replied softly.

"And we have to figure out how to deal with the telltale bulge that I just acquired and you just lost," Toni went on, oblivious to the effect her words had on her husband. "I can't wear any of my slacks or shorts—I found that out while you were unconscious—Because of my new 'addition.' You, on the other hand, are going to need something to replace . . ."

Suddenly Toni noticed that Dan was in tears, and she quickly bent down and hugged him.

"Hey, it'll be alright, hon. We still have each other, and we WILL get through this. Trust me."

When Toni wrapped her arms around Dan, he broke down completely and sobbed. "I- I'm s-sorry, I just c-can't help myself," he stuttered between sobs. "I d-don't know why I'm c-carrying on like th-this!"

"Shh, it's okay. I understand completely. You've just had a terrible shock, and it will take a while to sort things out," his wife replied soothingly.

"S-so have you, and y-you're not b-bawling," Dan observed through his tears.

"I did the same thing before you awoke," Toni lied. The truth of the matter was that her reaction had been completely different from Dan's. Of course she had been shocked and stunned, but her immediate reaction had been analytical, not emotional, and she had immediately begun considering how to deal with the changes. She already had a few tentative ideas she wanted to pursue, but right now her spouse needed her.

Dan felt remarkably comforted by Toni's embrace, and he calmed down quickly, though he was still embarrassed by his outburst.

"Why don't you get up and get dressed so we can go out and get something to eat," Toni suggested, but Dan was reluctant to be seen in public.

"Let's just order from the room service menu," he proposed.

"The kitchen is closed; it's after ten," his wife replied. "We'll have to go over to the mainland to get something."

Dan sighed audibly. He really didn't want to go out, but he was a bit hungry, though not as much as usual. "Alright," he agreed.

When Dan threw aside the covers and swung his legs out of bed he was shocked to discover he was wearing a pair of Toni's panties. When he stared up at his wife she just shrugged. "Neither of us brought extra clothes, at least not enough to share, and I don't really want to have to find a coin operated laundry. I just figured that since your briefs fit me pretty well, mine would fit you—and they do—I hope you don't mind," she explained.

As much as he detested the idea Dan had to agree she was right. Toni's waist was about four inches thinner than his own, so the fit was a bit snug, but not uncomfortable. His real objection had nothing to do with the fit.

Dan shrugged and turned to dress. At least the panties wouldn't show through his slacks.

Dan quickly dressed in dark casual slacks and a polo shirt, and after he double-checked the mirror to make sure no one could see the outline of his panties they headed towards the dock for their boat. At first glance he looked to be his old self, but Toni sensed a slight tentativeness, just a bit of uncertainty in his demeanor, and when she looked into his eyes she sensed apprehension.

There was a good reason for the look in Dan's eyes. He had never been so nervous in his life. Try as he might he could not shake the fear that someone would discover his shameful secret, or simply guess that he was no longer a true man. If that happened Dan was sure that his life would be over. He couldn't take the humiliation he would endure if his secret became public knowledge.

Toni took Dan's arm as usual as they left their room, but on the way to the elevator she sensed that something was not right. When she looked down she spotted the problem instantly.

"Dan," she whispered as they made their way down the hall, "you're walk is very, ah, feminine. Try widening your stance as you walk, and maybe swagger a little," she advised.

Dan looked down at himself and saw that Toni was right—his stride was almost mincing, and he was primly placing one foot directly in front of the other. That, in turn, was causing his hips to sway as he walked. The problem, he realized, was that as he walked, there was nothing hanging between his legs to make room for—nothing to force his legs apart. But the worst part of the discovery was that he hadn't even realized he was walking like a woman. It had just seemed normal to him until Toni mentioned it. That meant he had to remember to make a conscious effort to walk like a man, or he would end up humiliating himself.

Toni was having some problems too. Aside from a new tendency to walk like a linebacker she had to fight the occasional urge to reach down and "rearrange" her equipment. She already had an idea she hoped would alleviate both their problems, but the stores were already closed and her idea would have to wait until the next day.

When they reached the dock, they discovered the two five-gallon gas tanks Dan had asked to be filled, sitting next to their boat. Dan was glad the attendant had remembered to fill the tanks. While Toni removed her sandals and got into the boat, Dan went over to the tanks, intending to lift one at a time and place them in the stern, near the outboard motor. But when he tried to lift the first tank he found that he could barely budge it.

"Jeez! What's in this thing?" He demanded as he tugged and pulled at the heavy tank. Even using both hands he was barely able to slide the tank to the edge of the dock, and he knew there was no way he could actually lift it. When he had the same problem with the second tank he exclaimed, "I don't understand—these things seem to weigh a ton, but they shouldn't be that heavy!"

With a sudden insight Toni realized what the problem was. Dan's inability to lift the fuel tanks corresponded perfectly with her sudden ability to pick him up and carry him from the jacuzzi to the bed. It appeared that when Dan lost his manhood he also lost his manly strength, both of which SHE now possessed.

Still, she wasn't completely sure of her theory.

"Honey, let me give it a try," she suggested.

Dan snorted, remembering his wife's inability to lift her own suitcase. "Yeah, right," he ridiculed her.

Toni replied gently, "No, I'm serious." "I might be able to help."

"You mean try to lift them together?" Dan asked. "Even if that would work it would be awkward getting the damn things in the boat."

Toni took a deep breath and jumped out of the boat. "If my guess is right it won't take both of us," she replied as she grasped the handle of one of the tanks.

Dan was stunned when Toni lifted the tank without any strain at all, and then his wife added insult to injury by lifting the other with her free hand. She stepped into the boat and placed both tanks in the stern, near the outboard and turned to Dan. "Okay, let's get going," she said, trying not to smirk or let her satisfaction show on her face.

Dan was flabbergasted. "How—how did you do that?" he demanded.

"I don't know, but it was easy," she replied, adding: "When you passed out in the jacuzz, I was able to pick you up and carry you to the bed. At first I thought it was just adrenaline, but when you couldn't lift the gas tanks—something I've seen you do lots of times—I realized that it wasn't just the adrenaline. My new strength matches my new sex, and I guess yours does too."

Dan was mortified. It wasn't enough that he had lost his manhood to his wife, but now he discovered she was also far stronger – undoubtedly even stronger than he had been before the curse emasculated him.

Suddenly Dan felt very uneasy. The combination of a vagina between his legs and no power in his arms made him realize that Toni could easily force herself on him if she chose, though he quickly dismissed the idea. Toni loved him and she would never do such a thing. But that didn't mean that others wouldn't. If his secret ever became known . . . Suddenly Dan felt extremely vulnerable. Ironically, he could probably look to Toni to protect him, but that too was a humiliating notion.

"Well, I guess you get to take out the trash from now on," he quipped, trying to make light of the situation, but Toni saw right through him, and his humor fell flat. His wife smiled at his remark, but said nothing and resumed her place in the passenger seat.

The roar of the motor made conversation difficult on the way to the mainland, so Toni contemplated the fantastic transformation as she enjoyed the view. The Milky Way was visible in all its majesty as they skimmed over the inky water towards the red and green lights that marked the entrance to the municipal marina. The rush of wind was invigorating in the warm summer night, and Toni breathed in the delicious fresh air. When she considered the implications of their sex swap, Toni realized that, for her, there were a lot of pluses to balance out the problems. The first thing that came to mind was that she no longer had to worry about her monthly "visitor." She had never looked forward to her period, and now she was free from it, perhaps permanently. The threat of rape, something she had always feared, was also history. Using the restroom would also be a lot easier, though she would have to be especially careful in public facilities. Finally, her newly acquired strength would sure make life a lot easier. No more struggling with jar lids or being unable to lift grocery sacks.

On the other hand she had been looking forward to starting a family—perhaps on this vacation—but now that was impossible, at least with her as the mother, and she didn't think Dan would readily accept that role. Besides, a pregnant husband would blow their secret to hell. In any event she certainly couldn't mention it now. Dan was far too fragile at the moment to even tease him about it. His ego had taken two huge hits and Toni did not want to push him over the edge.

Her thoughts invariably turned back to their episode in the jacuzzi, and she recalled the feeling of tremendous power she experienced, and she smiled to herself. She had felt so strong, so dominant, while she hammered away at Dan's soft receptacle. She had never experienced such a rush of energy, and she saw how it could become addicting. The knowledge that SHE was in control, that SHE was the aggressor, and that Dan had yielded to her completely, was a tremendous thrill.

Chapter 4

When they reached the marina they drove into town to a late night pizzeria and split a medium pizza and a pitcher of beer. For some reason a couple of glasses of beer seemed to affect Dan far more than usual, though Toni didn't feel the alcohol at all. She drove back to the marina, stopping at a party store for a few bottles of wine and a six pack of beer.

Dan didn't argue when Toni suggested that she pilot the boat to the island, and Toni was worried about how he was taking the sex switch. Her normally ebullient and talkative husband had been very quiet and reserved all night, barely saying a word. He spoke only when she asked him a direct question, and he seemed distracted and a little distant. Toni even had to order for them since Dan seemed almost disinterested in what they had. He did loosen up after the beer, which was why she stopped at the party store, but he was nothing like his normal self. Toni found herself doing most of the talking, and even now she wasn't certain if it was to cover for Dan's reticence or because of the strange sense of adventure that stirred within her.

She glanced across at Dan as she throttled up the boat upon leaving the marina, and she noticed that Dan's knees were locked together and his legs were slanted off to one side with one foot hooked behind the other. The unmistakably feminine posture Dan had adopted jarred her. It was as if he was proclaiming his femininity to the whole world, and the worst part of it was that he seemed completely oblivious to the signal he was sending. He wasn't conscious of what he was doing; it was merely a normal, comfortable posture for him now, and that was the problem.

As she gazed at her feminized husband, Toni felt a strange, growing excitement. She was still attracted to Dan's masculine body, and the knowledge that he was uniquely equipped to satisfy her new masculine urges was unbelievably erotic. The memory of what she had done to him earlier came back in vivid detail, and her excitement grew until she had another problem to contend with. Her new phallus stiffened with astonishing speed, and in a few moments Toni had a raging erection. A tent-like form suddenly appeared out of the smoothness of her skirt, and Toni was appalled to discover that she had no control over it. She watched in horror as the tent began to rival Barnum and Bailey's, and she glanced over at Dan, hoping he hadn't seen it. But her erection was simply too large to pass unnoticed; Dan was staring at her with a pained expression on his face.

"Sorry," she apologized. "This thing seems to have a mind of its own."

"Yeah, I know how it is—or at least how it used to be," Dan replied before he turned his attention to the approaching island. But despite his apparent indifference to his wife's erection, Dan was morbidly fascinated by the event, and he couldn't resist a surreptitious glance or two at the evidence of his wife's potency. His emotions seemed very close to the surface and his immediate reaction was sorrow at the loss of his own manhood, tinged with envy. He was jealous that his wife now owned the penis in their family.

Yet there was more to his panoply of emotions than that. Disturbing new feelings were gradually coming to the surface after being suppressed in the initial anguish of his transformation. Try as he might, Dan could not forget the marvelous sensations that had overwhelmed him earlier that evening. Those feelings were more intense than anything he had ever experienced, and they had gone on for a very long time. Now a part of him wanted—almost needed—to re-live that experience.

He would never admit his desire to Toni. Dan felt that to do so would diminish him in her eyes, and also in his. In his mind, if he wanted it, he had to be less of a man than the change had left him. Aside from that Dan sensed that it would somehow be inappropriate for him to raise the topic. He sensed that Toni would take the initiative when she was ready, and he was strangely content to wait until she was.

In fact, Dan didn't have long to wait. Toni's arousal had the effect of focusing her thoughts on one thing, and the longer she endured the sexual tension, the more she wanted Dan. But Toni was in a quandary. How could she go about the seduction of her husband? As she considered the problem, she realized that it would have to be handled very carefully. Dan's bruised ego would not allow her to simply grab and ravish him—that would probably destroy him and their relationship in one fell swoop—so she had to proceed carefully. But subtlety has its limits, especially when dealing with the male ego. Earlier that day she had enticed him with a little strip show and a sexual come-hither, but would he respond to that now that he was female? Could she pull it off now that she had the penis? Somehow Toni doubted it. Yet she couldn't very well proceed like a man seducing a woman, could she? She doubted that Dan would respond if she tried to sweep him off his feet. So what could she do?

In the end, Toni decided that the only thing she could do was try a bit of alcohol and some intimate contact, and she decided against wearing a sexy nightgown. A baby doll would look absurd on her with her large stud peeking out, and besides, it seemed oddly demeaning now. Flaunting her body was fine when she was female, but now that she was male it seemed distasteful, almost beneath her.

When they made it back to their room Toni suggested they have a nightcap before bed, then excused herself and stepped into the bathroom. She emerged wearing a short tank top and a pair of Dan's briefs.

"Why don't you get ready for bed while I open the wine, honey," she suggested.

"Okay," Dan agreed.

He went to his suitcase and began looking for something to wear, only to realize that he really hadn't packed any pajamas. This was supposed to be a romantic vacation, and it was the middle of summer. All he had was his robe, and Toni's panties.

Sighing, he grabbed his robe and retreated to the bathroom for some privacy. While he was there he decided to take a quick shower to freshen up, and when he emerged from the bathroom he felt a lot cleaner, though washing his new anatomy had proved more than a little embarrassing. He was more than ready for the glass of wine that Toni handed him.

Toni had dimmed the lights and opened the curtains, and the far away lights from the mainland were a perfect counterpoint to the starry heavens. The warm summer breeze carried a delicious fragrance that helped Dan forget his problems and brighten his mood a bit.

"Hell of a day," he remarked as he took a healthy pull from his glass.

"Sure was," Toni remarked, "but we'll get through this, together.

"I'm not sure," Dan told her as he drained his glass.

"I am, hon, because I'm sure of my love for you, and I hope you feel the same way about me."

"Of course I do," Dan told her. It's just that I'm so confused by . . . everything. And I just don't know how to deal with it all."

"Don't worry about anything," Toni reassured him. "I'll be here to help you through it, in any way that I can."

Dan smiled for the first time since their transformation. "Thanks, hon," he said softly.

Toni refilled his glass and led him out to the balcony. As they stood side by side, looking out over the placid bay, she leaned against him and slipped her arm around his waist. Dan didn't respond immediately, but after a moment he put an arm around her shoulder and the two of them stood looking out into the darkness for a long time, just listening to the sound of the water lapping at the beach.

When they finished their second glass of wine, Toni tugged at Dan's arm. "C'mon, let's go to bed," she prompted.

Dan glanced over at her as if searching for some hint of what she really meant, but Toni's face was completely neutral. After a moment he nodded, and they went back into the room.

Toni tried to ignore the fact that her black satin panties fit her husband very well. She knew he was extremely self-conscious about wearing them, but they did look cute on him all the same. It was Dan's bad luck that she had brought her most seductive lingerie for this trip, and there really wasn't any "every day" underwear in her bag, but it made for an interesting view, and the thought of her female husband wearing her lingerie was more than a little erotic.

They settled into bed, and at first Dan turned away from her and curled up with his legs pressed together. Toni reached out to him and stroked his hair, and when that didn't work as she hoped, she snuggled up to him and began kissing the back of his neck.

She heard Dan let out his breath and after a moment, she draped her arm over him and gently turned him on his back. When he looked over at her she leaned down and kissed him sensuously, letting her tongue probe his mouth as she took him in her arms. Dan responded well to her kiss and before he knew it, Toni was gliding her hands over his chest and kissing his earlobe.

Dan felt his own level of excitement rising in response to Toni's touch, but instead of the familiar sensations he normally felt, he sensed a growing dampness between his legs and a pleasurable sensation radiating outwards from his midsection. The usual sense of urgency was gone, replaced with a patient acquiescence to Toni's manipulations. It felt so odd to lay passively as his wife took the initiative, but at the same time it felt right to let her take the lead. Dan experienced a new sense of submissiveness, as Toni grew increasingly bold. When she rolled on to him, his legs separated automatically and he immediately felt her presence within their junction.

Toni reached down with one hand and gently massaged Dan's Venus mound while she continued her soft caress of his chest along with her passionate kiss. Dan felt open and vulnerable, and when he felt her erect penis brush his nether lips he inhaled sharply and felt his entire body go tense. Perhaps this wasn't the first time, but it was the first time where he was conscious of what was happening, and he was incredibly nervous. Toni seemed to sense his fear and she stroked the side of his face lovingly.

"Don't worry, Danny, I won't hurt you. I'll go really slow until you're ready," she whispered soothingly, and Dan was so relieved by her reassurances that he failed to notice her use of the diminutive form of his name, something she had never done before.

Dan's breathing became deeper and slower as Toni continued her foreplay. Her light massage of his chest felt very nice, and he wondered if he was a bit more sensitive there, or whether his heightened sensations around his nipples were simply the result of Toni's gentle touch. Either way he couldn't deny that it felt very nice, and he closed his eyes and just let his body relax completely.

Toni let her fingers glide downwards across Dan's taut stomach, noticing that he now had a slight, barely noticeable tummy to go with the other changes to his anatomy. Her fingers played teasingly with Dan's now sparse little patch of pubic hair, then she touched his labia gently, caressing him softly. As she continued, she felt his labia begin to flower, and when she heard a soft sigh escape from his lips, she sensed the time was right.

Dan felt something larger and harder replace Toni's fingers, and a moment later he felt his wife begin to enter him. The sensation of having his labia part as Toni's fully erect phallus brushed them aside was absolutely unique in his experience, and he tensed again, but not nearly as much as before. When he felt Toni's penis move deeper into his lubricated grotto, he gasped at its size. Her thick shaft seemed to expand his inner recesses as it moved ever deeper within him, and Dan felt the inner walls of his vagina conform to the dimensions of his wife's probing lance.

Without warning Toni plunged into him, sending her hardened stud deeper than Dan thought possible. He gasped and groaned, and his legs parted even farther as he tried to relieve some of the pressure. He felt filled almost beyond his capacity, but suddenly the same wonderful sensations from earlier that evening returned, and Dan heard himself moaning with pleasure. Toni withdrew for a moment only to drive into him again, and the thrilling friction in his vaginal cavity increased. Again and again Toni drilled into him and with each successive thrust, Dan felt more and more fulfilled. Unlike earlier, when neither of them was aware of what was happening, Toni consciously varied her thrusts, maximizing both of their pleasures and sending Dan to new heights.

 

Toni gained new insights with every passing moment, and she used her knowledge of what it felt like to be on the receiving end to maximum advantage. She intentionally brushed against Dan's clitoris as she moved back and forth, and she identified his "G spot" from his gasps and moans and the way he clutched at her back when she found it. She stroked Dan's flanks and held his head as she drove relentlessly onward, and Dan's consciousness was submerged in waves of glorious sensations that seemed to come from every inch of his body. He trembled and shook as the pleasurable pulses began, and Toni knew she was performing perfectly. It was a virtuoso performance, and she was playing him like a fine instrument. She, herself, felt a sense of great satisfaction even as her own passion shot off the charts.

Dan felt an instinctive urge to thrust his hips upwards to meet Toni's strokes, but he soon gave up and wrapped his legs around her waist and held on for dear life. Rational thought eluded him, but he was filled with admiration for Toni's strength and stamina. The powerful cataclysms made him shriek with delight, and he called out her name, begging her to continue. But even that became impossible for him as the final, ultimate eruption stunned him, and he simply screamed, "Yes, Yes, Oh YES TONI!"

Toni felt herself tensing and she could no longer hold back. A powerful stream of hot fluid rushed from her member in a torrent, and Dan shrieked one last time as he felt the impact deep in his being. He clung to her as the tremors slowly subsided, unable to do or say anything.

Toni felt drained, but very satisfied. She had performed brilliantly, and Dan had reacted just as she expected. She continued to kiss and touch him gently, just the way she used to like it, as their breathing gradually slowed and their heart rates returned to normal.

Chapter 5

Toni awoke with an erection, which confused her until she realized it was a natural occurrence for males. A sly grin came to her face as she recalled the previous night, and after another moment she realized she was laying on her back with her legs slightly apart, and Dan was curled up against her, lying on his side, with his knees together and slightly bent, which was exactly the opposite of their usual positions. Toni chuckled softly to herself, but even that sound was enough to wake Dan.

"Good morning, sweetie," Toni said warmly when she saw him open his eyes.

Dan smiled at her, and Toni noticed a trace of self-consciousness—or was it bashfulness—in his expression.

"Good morning, hon," he replied as he stretched and rolled onto his back.

Suddenly Dan looked across at her seriously. "You've started to snore," he accused her.

Toni took one look at his face and laughed out loud. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I've never done that before—at least you've never mentioned it."

"Like a damn—like a saw mill," Dan confirmed. "It woke me up three times last night," he added, omitting the fact that he had to use the bathroom three times—once to clean himself and twice because his bladder seemed to have shrunk.

"Well, I guess that's one more change we'll have to deal with, but I think that one is pretty far down the list," his wife replied.

Dan laughed, and it came out almost as a giggle. "Yeah, I guess so," he agreed, then turned away and swung his legs out of bed, tossing aside the covers.

He stretched again, pushing his arms into the air and from the back, Toni admired his form, though she thought his muscles looked a little less well developed than usual. When Dan stood up, Toni could see that he was wearing another pair of her panties and that this pair was a bit more revealing than the others. Of course he didn't have much to choose from, she mused. She reviewed the inventory of what she brought and realized that the white spandex brief he was wearing was the most conservative item left. The only others she brought were both tiny bikinis—one black and one red—to match her bras.

But her attention was riveted on Dan for another reason. As he stretched yet again, this time in a standing position, Toni noticed that his normally tight buns seemed just a bit less "tight." The small "hollow" areas to either side seemed to have filled out, and though his bottom didn't exactly appear feminine it wasn't exactly super-masculine either. There was a soft curve to it now that seemed neither fully male nor fully female.

Toni decided against mentioning her observation to Dan; he had quite enough to deal with as it was and she didn't want to add to his anxiety. Instead, she decided to remind him that she wanted to get over to the mainland to do some special shopping.

"Do you want the bathroom first?" she asked after they discussed what they would wear.

Dan turned around to face her and rubbed a hand over his chin, checking his stubble. "No, I shaved yesterday afternoon so I can go without today," he told her. "I just need to wash my face and brush my teeth. You go first."

Toni nodded, noticing the extremely feminine appearance of her husband's crotch and the little hint of a tummy above it. Her eyes traveled upward just a bit and she noticed something else had changed. Dan's nipples looked just a bit larger, more prominent, and his areolas looked a bit larger too. They weren't overtly feminine, but they looked a bit large for a man, especially with Dan's light, sparse chest hair.

A second glance revealed that his chest was also slightly domed. It wasn't much, just a gentle outward curve of what had once been fairly well developed pectorals, and like his nipples and areolas, his chest did not appear quite feminine, but like his behind it did not appear quite masculine either. Toni realized that the only reason she noticed the changes was that she knew what they had been through, and she was the only one who knew her husband well enough to recognize the differences. It wasn't a good sign so she decided to do a quick scan of her own form when she was in the bathroom.

Dan dressed in a pair of light khaki shorts, a casual Hawaiian print shirt and deck shoes. Meanwhile Toni examined herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. She noticed her shoulders looked a tad wider and her arms a bit more developed, but the changes weren't significant enough to appear out of place. She just looked a bit more buff, but well within female norms. One change that she welcomed was the loss of her own little tummy. Her waist was now flat, and her stomach showed just a little definition around her abs, but again it was nothing that looked out of place. The only thing that really looked strange was the bulge in her jockey shorts.

Toni wore a sleeveless white top over a light print skirt, with low-heeled leather sandals, and she and Dan headed down to the dock. This time Dan piloted the boat and drove the car into town while Toni explained her plan and what she intended to buy. Dan was surprised by what she planned and too embarrassed to accompany her into the "specialty store" to pick up the items she wanted, so he waited for her a few doors down at a small restaurant, nursing a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper.

For some reason the sports section didn't interest him that morning, and he found it difficult to concentrate on the headlines. His mind kept wandering, and he began re-living the events of the previous night. Dan couldn't believe how wonderful it had been, and when he thought about the things Toni did to him he unconsciously pressed his legs together and exhaled audibly. For a moment he wondered if Toni had ever felt this way after he made love to her, but decided that there was no way he could have produced the same sensations. Toni had known exactly what to do, what buttons to push, to send him into the stratosphere, and was awed by her expertise, and just a little jealous of her technique. He decided to try to remember every detail of what she had done to him so he could return the favor if he ever regained his manhood.

Toni entered the restaurant and saw Dan sitting in a corner booth. She immediately noticed that he had forgotten to maintain his masculine posture; he was sitting with his legs canted to one side, which appeared even more incongruous with him wearing shorts. She slid into the booth with her packages and whispered a reminder to her husband, and he immediately shifted in his seat, his face becoming flushed as he realized the image he had been projecting.

"I got everything I needed," she informed him, patting the plastic shopping bags.

Dan glanced over at her bagged booty and noticed the logos of several stores on the sacks. "I thought you were just going to the one store," he remarked, unwilling to name the specialty store that Toni had entered.

"Well, I went there first," she replied, patting a plain shopping bag, "but I realized we needed a few things to go with the, ah, items."

"Okay," Dan nodded. "Now what?"

"Well, we could go back to the island, but that's a long way just to try everything on," Toni told him. "It might be better if you took a couple of things into the restroom here and see how they fit."

"Here?" Dan hissed quietly. "Don't you think that would be a bit . . . dangerous?"

Toni glanced around the restaurant. "I don't think so," she replied. "There aren't many people here right now, and besides, you would have to use a stall, so there would be some privacy even in the restroom."

Dan hesitated, but then he took the two bags Toni handed him and headed for the men's room. Once he was safely inside a stall, Dan opened the plain shopping bag and found a life-size strap-on phallus, complete with a soft plastic scrotum. He blushed furiously and quickly peeked between the crack around the door to make sure no one else was in the room. Once he was satisfied, he reached in the bag and examined the fake penis more closely. It was quite realistic and fairly rigid, though not completely stiff. It would make quite a bulge beneath his waist—a larger bulge than his real one used to make, he noted ruefully.

The other bag contained a normal athletic supporter and some jockey shorts in his size, and Dan realized that the jock strap would help "control" the fake phallus better that just the shorts alone. After another quick peek through the door Dan stood up and quickly removed his shoes, slacks and panties. He stepped into the belt-like contraption that was affixed to the artificial penis and quickly pulled it up, noting the special straps that surrounded his legs to give the device extra stability. The padded base of the phallus was designed to allow a female user to perform her bodily functions without removing the device, a feature that Dan appreciated, but the odd appliance looked and felt strange when he maneuvered it into place. The color wasn't quite right, and of course Dan's pubic hair didn't match the equipment, but he decided that these were minor concerns, and he quickly pulled on the athletic supporter and then a pair of jockey shorts. After stuffing his panties in the plain shopping bag, and that bag inside the other, Dan stood up and looked down at himself. There was a definite bulge in his slacks now, a very prominent one at that, but it looked fairly normal to him.

He unlatched the stall door and stood in front of the mirror over the sink and looked at his reflection. "Not too bad," he remarked softly, turning one way then the other to get a better view. He definitely looked normal now, and the equipment between his legs forced him to widen his stance to a normal masculine position. The only negative was that it didn't FEEL normal to him. It seemed that he was trussed up with a lot of straps and belts down there, but he decided that he would get used to the feeling, and it was a small price to pay for looking normal again.

Meanwhile Toni had slipped into the ladies room and found a free stall. She hiked up her skirt and pulled down her jockey shorts, then sat down. She reached into another bag and produced a gaffe, and slid it up her legs. It took her a few minutes to get the gaffe in place and everything tucked away, but when she finished she looked almost normal. There was a bit more of a bulge than normal for a woman, but not much, and she decided that she could actually wear her shorts and slacks when she had the gaffe on. A pair of panties covered the gaffe, and she was ready to go.

Chapter 6

Toni bought a few T-shirts and a new swimsuit for herself, since the one she had brought along was just a bit too skimpy to hide her gaffe, but Dan surprised her by fingering some of the merchandise, and then holding up a T-shirt in front of himself.

"What do you think?" he asked, turning towards Toni.

Toni looked at the T-shirt. It was white with a sunburst pattern right in the center, and she thought it might look nice on him, though it was a XXL, and Dan usually took a large or even a medium. "See if you can find it in a smaller size," she suggested, and Dan pawed through the stack.

"This is it," he announced finally.

"Well, honey, it is bit large for you," Toni observed.

"Yeah, but these things always shrink after they've been washed, and I can just tuck it in until then," Dan replied.

"That's true," Toni agreed.

Dan seemed relieved to have her approval, and after he bought the shirt they moved on to the other small, tourist shops in the area. Toni was surprised that Dan stuck with her while she browsed through the small shops. He usually got bored very quickly when she was on a shopping binge, but today he seemed content to accompany her as she stalked the elusive bargains.

After a couple of hours and a few more purchases, they decided to head back to the island and do some swimming. They made their way back to their room and Dan quickly stripped off his shirt and slacks and pulled his swimming trunks on over his prosthetic penis, while Toni changed into her new suit. It was a yellow and white two-piece, with a matching wrap skirt, and Dan smiled when she emerged from the bathroom.

"Wow! That looks great on you," he remarked as she struck a pose and tossed her short beach robe over her shoulder.

"It has a matching skirt, which might come in handy," Toni replied, and Dan nodded, understanding what she meant. "Could be," he agreed, "but I can't see anything unusual as you are."

"Yeah. I think the gaffe is doing its job," she commented, adding, "Your 'little helper' seems to be working too. That's quite a bulge you have there."

Dan blushed. "Yeah, it, ah, does add quite a bit, but it's really not that comfortable after a while. It feels, I don't know—unnatural, I guess."

"Yeah, well I feel pretty confined, if you know what I mean," Toni informed him. "This thing is okay for a few hours, but I don't think I could wear it 24 hours a day."

Each of them found their floppy beach sandals, and they headed off to the resort's private beach.

The beach turned out to be virtually deserted, with only one other couple in view, about fifty yards away, so they set their towels by two lounge chairs and made their way to the water's edge to test the temperature. It turned out to be very pleasant, and Toni took off her beach robe and skirt and tossed it in her chair.

"C'mon, let's go swimming," she urged her husband.

"Go ahead, I'm just gonna kick around here for a while," he told her, ". . .unless you want to toss the frisbee around," he added, holding up the plastic disc.

"In a little while," Toni replied. "I want to swim for a bit."

Toni waded out into the deep blue water and when she was waist deep she jumped into the surf and began swimming straight out from shore. She seemed to have a lot of pent up energy, and she felt the need to do something to burn it off. After a couple of minutes she stopped and turned back to look at the beach while she treaded water. She was amazed at how far she had gone, and even more thrilled that she wasn't the least bit tired after her exertions. She saw Dan wading in the shallows, slowly walking up the beach as he peered into the water. Occasionally, he bent over and Toni thought he might be collecting shells.

When she finally returned Dan brought her towel to her. "I was beginning to get worried," he told her. "You were quite a ways out."

"I'm fine," Toni told her husband. "Not even winded. How about tossing that frisbee now?"

"Sure," Dan agreed, and turned to retrieve the bright orange frisbee. He tossed it towards Toni, but it didn't come close, landing about halfway between them. Toni walked over towards it and casually flipped it back to him. Her slight toss had more power on it than she realized and the frisbee rocketed towards Dan. The startled guy let out a yell and tumbled to the sand as he attempted to get out of the way of the missile. Toni glanced at the other couple to see if they had noticed, but they were far away and seemed oblivious to the Cramers.

"Damn, I'm sorry!" Toni apologized. "I didn't mean to throw it that hard."

"I didn't think so," Dan told her. "Just remember to take it easy on me, okay?" he asked with a forlorn tone in his voice.

"Yeah, sure." Toni replied, feeling stupid.

They tossed the frisbee back and forth for a few minutes, and during that time it became clear that Dan now threw like a girl—tossing the disc softly with an awkward arm motion, and usually missing his target badly. Even when Toni positioned him upwind from her, her throws were far stronger and more accurate, and after another few minutes Dan decided that he'd had enough. They gathered their things and went back to their room.

 

That evening they had dinner reservations at a swanky restaurant in town, so they started getting ready early. Toni had decided to wear a pair of tight, black Capri's, which looked dressy enough for a tourist town, and a low cut top that emphasized her breasts without being too obvious. She took a quick shower and arranged herself in her spare gaffe while the other hung drying from the shower curtain rod. When she exited the bathroom, it was Dan's turn, but he opted for a nice soothing bath. Toni was getting impatient by the time he had donned his store-bought phallus and a clean pair of briefs. She had showered, dressed, and done her makeup in less time than it took Dan just to bathe, and she wanted to get going.

"Hurry up, for Pete's sake, or we'll lose our reservations," she chided her husband as he walked over to the closet. "I'm going as fast as I can," he told her while pulling on a pair of socks. "I did have to shave too," he noted. Toni watched impatiently as he pulled his suit pants on and slid his feet into a pair of loafers. A white shirt came next, then his tie, his belt, and finally his suit coat.

"Uh, Danny, do you mind if I wear these," Toni asked, holding up a pair of black, heeled sandals. Normally Dan was very conscious of his height, and the fact that Toni was nearly as tall, but tonight it didn't seem to bother him.

"No, go ahead," he told her as he stuffed his wallet and keys into his pocket.

Toni sat on the edge of the bed and strapped the sandals on her feet. She knew that the 2 ¼ inch heels made her appear about two inches taller than Dan after allowing for his shoes and the difference in their height, but she didn't get a lot of chances to wear heels and she liked how they made her legs look. Besides, she just enjoyed getting dressed up once in a while.

Dinner was superb, and Toni enjoyed the wine they selected. The service was also spectacular, though the price put a significant dent in their funds. After dinner Toni suggested they find a club and do some dancing, and Dan agreed. They found a small place just outside of the town that featured live music, and settled themselves into a small table near the crowded dance floor. The music was loud and lively and the crowd was a bit unruly, which made Dan nervous, but Toni took him by the arm and pulled him on to the dance floor, telling him she really wanted to dance.

Dan had no choice but to go along. Aside from his desire to accommodate Toni, he was also a lot weaker than she and her grip was too powerful to break, so he graciously agreed and followed her out on the dance floor. Dan had never been too enthusiastic about dancing, so he was surprised to discover how much fun he was having. The music du jour had a hard, pounding rock beat and both he and Toni gyrated with wild abandon, stopping occasionally for drinks, which seemed to get the better of Dan but not his wife.

During their third set out on the floor a drunk came over and propositioned Toni in a voice that was loud enough to hear even over the music, and Toni could not ignore the obnoxious bastard.

"Go away and sober up," she told him, but the drunk would not be deterred. When he persisted Dan was forced to intervene. Completely forgetting about his lack of strength he took hold of the drunk's arm and tried to pull him off Toni.

"Hey buddy, the lady is with me," he told the man, who looked at him contemptuously.

"She's too much woman for you, you little shit," he spat, shaking off Dan's arm as easily as if he were shrugging out of a jacket.

"Hey buddy—" Dan started, but got no further. The drunk turned and hit him with a roundhouse punch that sent him sprawling. Dan skidded on his back for several feet, and everything in the room except the music came to an abrupt stop.

"Why, you bastard!" Toni yelled at the drunk, hitting him with a punch of her own that sent the man tumbling even farther than Dan. The drunk slid along the slick dance floor and came to rest on his stomach, unconscious.

Toni quickly knelt beside Dan to see if he was okay while several patrons rolled the drunk over and checked to make sure he was still breathing. By this time the management had stopped the music and a bouncer was headed over towards the altercation.

"Wow, did you see that? She actually punched his lights out!" one excited patron announced, while another remarked, "Jeez I hope that chick never gets mad at me!"

There was general agreement on that last remark, as well as other expressions of disbelief, as Toni helped Dan off the floor. Dan was still woozy, and he had the makings of a classic shiner, but she was able to get him to his feet and head towards the door before anyone tried to intervene. Once outside, she deposited Dan in the passenger seat and once again found herself driving to the marina.

"How are you feeling?" Toni asked, looking over to Dan, who was holding a handkerchief up to his eye.

"I'll live," he remarked tersely, ashamed at not only his inability to protect his wife from an obnoxious drunk, but also that she had protected him by flattening the guy that decked him. It was quite obvious that HE was the one that needed protecting, and the incident was another hard blow to his ego, which was practically destroyed. All of a sudden he broke down and sobbed, and he was completely unable to help himself. His emotions simply surged through him, and all of the pent up frustration and humiliation force its way to the surface. Toni couldn't stop the car so she reached over and pulled him close, rubbed his back and tried to soothe him as he cried. Toni cradled his head against her shoulder and held it there, stroking his hair as she drove to the marina.

Dan cried for a long time; his face buried against his wife, unaware that she drove around for a bit to give him time to compose himself before they got to the boat. His inability to control his emotions only added to his humiliation and frustration, fueling the tears. Meanwhile, Toni considered what had just transpired and she came to the conclusion that Dan's emotional reaction was exactly what would be expected of a woman—something she herself might have done a few days earlier. It wouldn't do to have people see him like that, so Toni kept driving until her husband was finally able to pull himself together.

Back at the room, Toni grabbed the bucket from their room and made a trip to the ice machine. Dan's eye had swollen up a bit, though it wasn't quite as bad as she had first feared. She put some of the ice in a plastic bag and had Dan lay down on the bed with the ice pack up to his face. While he lay still, she went into the bathroom and removed her Capris and gaffe, replacing them with a pair of Dan's briefs. She returned to the room and helped Dan remove his suit and tie, noticing as she did that she could see his slightly enlarged nipples through his white shirt. She helped him off with his shirt and hung it up with his suit.

"You need to put something on, Danny," she told her husband, who was sitting slouched over on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, and I need to take something off, too," he replied morosely, nodding towards his strap-on device.

"Is it becoming uncomfortable?" Toni asked, and Dan shrugged.

"A bit," he acknowledged, adding, "It's a fraud, you know—pretending I'm still a man."

Toni didn't like the tone of despair in his voice. There was an ominous undercurrent in it and she quickly moved to bolster his spirits. "Hey, none of that!" she scolded him. "A man is more than a dick. Plenty of guys lose their equipment in accidents or wars, and they aren't any less of a man for it."

"Maybe so," Dan replied glumly, "but I bet their cocks didn't turn into pussies, or that they lost all their strength or cried like little girls when something goes wrong."

"Well, the same thing happened to me, in reverse. Does that make me any less of a woman?" Toni demanded. Dan looked at her, and his answer shocked her.

"No, that makes you the man of the house," he said disconsolately.

 

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