Halloween 2006

by Jennifer White

 

"George?" said Brenda, "Can you sit down with me now, so we can plan for the party?"

"Not now" said George, who was busy reading the newspaper. His wife was always interrupting him, wanting him to do something. Why couldn't he read in peace?

"But the Halloween party is only two months away. We need to plan things now."

"That's a lot of time" he replied, not looking up from the political opinion column he was busy reading.

"Then I'll plan it all myself" she said, disgusted at him. He always put things off to the last minute, and he never wanted to be involved with planning things like this. A typical male. "I'll decide what we're going as."

"Okay" he said, not really listening to her. Another typical male response that bothered her. He didn't really listen a lot of the time. She'd tell him something that was important to her, he'd pretend to listen, but in the end, he was just giving her a small part of his attention. He was more into whatever he was doing, than to her.

"Whatever you want to do" he said, still not even looking up from his paper.

Brenda sighed. She loved her husband, but like all men, he had flaws. She wished that he could be attentive like when she talked to a girlfriend or to her sister. Of course, he was much better back when they first started to date. But now that they were married, he slowly stopped giving her the attention she deserved.

It wasn't like he did all the work, and she sat around doing nothing. Brenda had a busy life too. She worked at a department store, dressing up the mannequins for the front windows. It was a demanding job, to be up on all the latest fashions, and setting up the window displays to look nice, attractive, and bring buyers in. Yet she find the time to give him attention. But he just didn't reciprocate.

All of this ran through her mind. She looked down at her copy of Elle. There was an add with a bride and groom smiling at each other. That was like her and George, back when they first were married. She had been so happy back then. Why did he have to change? Why couldn't he still be the way he was when he was pursuing her? Why couldn't he understand how she felt?

Suddenly, a plan formed in her head. All these things came together. It dawned on her how she could make him understand how she felt. How she could teach him the way that a woman communicates, and what a woman needs. She could make him feel jealous, and need to pursue her again. And she could do it all at the Halloween party.

She clipped the picture of the bride and groom. She would go with George to the party dressed like that. Only she was going to be the groom. And he would be the blushing bride. She pictured him dancing with her, but him wearing a flowing white dress. How that would make him feel! He'd never make her do all the planning on her own again; after this, he'd learn to listen, and to stay involved.

She decided that she'd flirt with girls at the party, and make him work hard to woo her back. It would be a lesson that he would never forget.

 

* * *

 

Brenda brought home an old mannequin from the store. One that was too large for the front window anymore. Back in the day, you could use a larger one, but now being ultra-skinny was in. So this one was just gathering dust in the back. Her boss was glad to be rid of it. It would work perfectly for her purposes. Using a box cutter, she cut off certain pieces, then prepared them for George.

She went to a secondhand store, and bought an old bridal gown. She needed to let out the waist as much as possible, and do some other alterations. She did it all in secret, making sure that George never got to see her work. She had many technical problems to overcome, but bit by bit, she wrote down some ideas, and came up with a plan.

She had to make many extra purchases, and over time, she acquired all of the things she would need for the party. It was quite a collection. It was hard to find some things in a large enough size to fit George. But all the effort would be worth it.

Now it was time to shop for her own costume. She decided to rent a tux, because it was too hard to find a used one that looked nice enough. But she'd need to find some accessories to make herself look less feminine. It was another mannequin to the rescue for her, this one shaped like a man. She carefully cut out the pieces she'd need, and got them ready for herself.

She had debated one last accessory, before deciding that if she was going to do this, she should do it right. She was going to go all the way with it. She went into an adult shop, and nervously looked through the sex toys. What would the clerk say, when they saw a woman shopping for a strap-on? They'd think she was a lesbian!

She blushed as she pulled out her purse, and paid cash for it. It was more expensive than she had planned on, but she didn't want to have a charge on her credit card for this! If George saw the statement, he'd wonder why she was shopping at a place like that!

She was very relieved to be back in her car speeding home. Now she had everything she needed. All she had to do was to wait for Halloween night, so the fun could begin....

 

* * *

 

It was a dark and stormy night. The lightning cracked, followed by the boom of thunder. When the storm subsided, the full moon shone through the veil of clouds, casting an eerie glow on the little house where Brenda was about to dress up for the Halloween party.

"A bride and groom. Cute" said George, who had just walked into the spare bedroom, to see the costumes that his wife Brenda had put together.

"Yes" she replied. "But there is one small detail. You are going to be the bride."

"No way!" said George. "I can't go to the party in a wedding dress!"

"You can, and you will" said Brenda. "You told me to do all the planning. You agreed to go as whatever I picked out. This is a Halloween party, so nobody is going to think badly of you for this. And you promised me you would do it. I think that after tonight, you'll do a better job of involving yourself when I'm planning something!"

"It's not fair" he said in protest.

"Yes it is. Now lets get you ready."

George did not want to go to the party as a bride. It took Brenda several more minutes to back him down, and to get him to agree to live up to his own promise. She never understood why men were so frightened of all things feminine. It wasn't like putting on the dress was going to turn him into a chick, or that once he wore it, he'd start being attracted to men. She just couldn't fathom why he was so scared. But it served him right!

She got him to strip down, and made him put on a pair of panties that said "Bride to be" over the front. How he squirmed and protested about that! Then she put a waist cincher on him, and tightened it as much as she could, even as he complained how it hurt. What a baby! But now it was time to get to the good stuff.

Brenda took out the torso of the male mannequin she had cut up. She had sliced it off at the neck, then split it in half, down the sides. On one side, she had installed a hinge. The other side had a little latch to lock it in place. On the inside of the shell, she had glued foam rubber in strategic places for comfort, and so it would not move around.

She undid the latch, stuck her arms through the holes, then closed it up. She latched it, and it was now firmly in place. It completely hid her boobs, making it look like she had a muscular male chest instead. It covered her shoulders, making them look broader, and hiding the straps of the sports bra she wore to help minimize her boobs. She had cut it so that it came down to her hips, hiding her feminine curves. From the chest up, she looked almost like a man now.

Brenda slipped on a man's T-shirt, which was tight enough to see the rippling "six-pack" abs and the strong pecs of the mannequin shell. It was quite intimidating for George to see her like that! In addition, she had put gel in her hair, and pulled it back tight. That made it look like her hair was short. She had pulled it into a ponytail, which was now tucked in under the T-shirt, so it made her hair look really short.

She removed her earrings, and she wore no makeup. As a result, her face looked boyish. From the waist up, she looked more male than female now. But she wasn't done yet. Next, she took out a fake goatee beard, which she would normally use to dress up one of her display models. It had a backing on it which would make it stick, but not so hard that it would hurt to peel off. She carefully placed it on her face, and turned to show George.

Between the male chest and the beard, she looked totally transformed, and George felt scared somehow. Seeing her looking so masculine just sent chills through him, and made him look at her differently.

"Now it is your turn" she said with an authoritative voice.

A few minutes prior, he had argued about the whole concept. But now, as she took out the female torso which she prepared for him, he didn't even argue. Somehow, seeing her looking so manly made him back down, and lose the will to fight her. He held his breath as she locked his torso into the shell from the female mannequin.

As she locked the latch in place, he looked down, horrified to see two huge boobs jutting out in front of him. They looked so large, so pointed, and they even had prominent npples in the front, which was really scary to him! She had cut the torso down so that it ended right where the waist cincher started. That made it look a little bit as if he had curves.

But now, she took out another section from the female mannequin: the section around the waist. It was prepared similarly to the one he wore on the top. She positioned it in place, then closed it and locked it. George looked in the mirror and cringed.

He didn't know what was worse: the fact that it had wide hips, completing his "hourglass" figure, so that he now appeared to have curves. Or the flatness of the section going across his front. He just stared at himself, as she pulled a pair of panties up his legs and onto him. They laid flat against the shell around his waist, looking just like they would look on a woman.

As he stared at himself in disbelief, wondering how he could get out of the terrible situation he now faced, Brenda took out something that made him feel sick to his stomach. It started with a leather harness that she pulled up over her legs. She tightened the leather straps in place so that it would hold firm. There was a little nub on the front, which looked so out of place on her. It was so wrong to see something poking out from her there between her legs.

But that wasn't the end of it: now she took out a very realistic looking dildo, colored just like real skin tone. It looked exactly like a man's anatomy, and even included a pair of balls! She placed it on the nub in front of her, and pushed it in to attach it. When she let go, it looked like she had a man's equipment down there. A man with an erection.

"Ooh, your boobs are getting me all hard" she said, mocking something he said to her in bed. She pulled on a pair of his boxer shorts, but you could plainly see the bulge inside them. If George had been intimidated before, now he was really scared. But he sort of froze inside; he didn't know what to do now!

Brenda put on the pair of men's pants that came with her tux, and affixed the suspenders over her shoulders. She looked so much like a man now, and in the mirror, George was looking more and more feminine. He hated how it felt, as she started to dress him up in sexy lingerie. Everything was white and lacy, and oh so alien to him. It felt so wrong to have soft silk stockings caressing his leg, or to see them attached to a white lacy garter belt. How could she do this to him?

"Don't worry, you're not going to have to wear a bra" said Brenda. "Your boobs are big enough that they will hold up the gown by themselves."

She helped him step into a thing which was made of white crinkly material. It puffed out all around him, and he suddenly realized that this was what women used to make their wedding dresses stick out so far, instead of just falling around their legs. He had no idea how it all worked.

He could only watch as his wife pulled the white flowing wedding gown onto him. She adjusted it below, as the large skirt covered the thing around him, poofing out in all directions. Looking down, he could see the tops of his large fake breasts. The top of the gown wrapped tightly around them, holding up the rest. There was a lacy pattern in the part going over his tummy, getting narrower in the middle and wider at the top and bottom. This had the effect of making it look like he had even more of a curvy body underneath.

It looked like his head on a bride's body now, and he was totally freaked out. Brenda was making some more adjustments to him, until his wedding gown was just perfect. But her fun was only just beginning.

Now she put a wig on him. It had brown hair, which seemed so long! It tickled the back of his neck. Between the wig on his head, the heavy wedding gown, and the plastic mannequin shell that didn't allow much air in or out, he was started to feel hot. Add to that the fact that his heart was racing and that he felt utterly embarrassed, and now he was starting to sweat.

Brenda was busy putting a tiara on his head, then attaching a veil to it, which she pulled back.

"Now lets fix your face" she said.

She hummed as she started applying a generous amount of makeup to George's face. She used foundation to make his skin look perfect, followed by rouge to make him a blushing bride. She used something on his eyebrows to make them look more intense, and more arched. She did a lot to his eyes, making them look big and wide open, not to mention pretty.

She did his lips in shiny pink, then added a touch of frosty sparkle over his face and his upper chest. A few days earlier, as they had showered together, she had shaved his chest and his underarms, telling him it was all the fashion these days ,and that he'd look sexier that way. He had let her do it, but now it made sense. Even then, she was preparing him for being a bride.

Now she was gluing long fake fingernails onto his own. They were long, oval, and had white tips, as if he had just received a French manicure. He stared at his own hands. They looked so different this way! Brenda was pulling lacy sleeves onto his arms now, sort of like gloves with the hands cut off. He couldn't get over how he looked!

She clipped long dangling earrings onto him, put a necklace on him, and then she had the final touch: the ring.

"Try it on, honey" she said, as she put on the white shirt and the vest from her tux.

George opened up the jewelry box, and stared at the diamond ring inside. At least it looked like a real diamond. But given the size, it had to be fake. He pulled his gold band off, and replaced it with the diamond ring. It fit perfectly.

Brenda took her own wedding band and engagement ring off, and pulled a simple gold band onto her own hand. George noted how she had cut her own nails short (something she never did), and wore no nailpolish. Her hands were too small to look like man's hand, but the rest of her looked so masculine now.

Brenda put on the bow tie, then the jacket and the shiny shoes from the tux. Shoes! George was still wearing just his stockings. Was she going to make him wear heels now? He felt so relieved to see that she was putting him into flats, even if they were all white and had pointy toes. At least under all his skirts, nobody would see them!

Brenda set up their digital camera with the timer, and took several pictures of them as a couple. Then she took pictures of George by himself, from many different angles. She gave him a bouquet of roses to hold, as she posed him and took picture after picture.

"Look at the time, dear" she said. "You women take so long to get ready! I just can't understand it. Now we're going to be late, and it is all your fault."

"Hey! I don't say that to you!" protested George.

"Listen dear" said Brenda. "You can't talk like that. You are the woman now. You are my bride. I expect for you to stay in character, all night long. You will address me as your husband, and you will act like my wife at all times. Is that clear?"

"Yes" said George, bowing his head.

"Great" replied Brenda. "Now remember, all night long, your name is Brenda. And I will be George. Isn't that right, Brenda?"

"Yes George" he replied. How strange that felt!

Brenda led her husband to the car, and helped him get in with his large dress. She closed the door for him, then went to the driver's seat. The weather had cleared for now, with a cold wind howling and the full moon shining brightly. But storm clouds on the horizon were lit up as the lightning flashed. It was nearly 10:00 now, and time for the party to swing into high gear.

George never felt so embarrassed in all his life, as Brenda helped him out of the car, and walked arm and arm with him up to the door. This was her friend Michelle's house. He had been here before for dinner parties and such. Now he was going to walk in, in front of all of Brenda's friends, dressed up as a bride. He'd never live this down. He prayed that none of his were at the party. If the guys saw him like that, they'd never let him hear the end of it.

Brenda wrote the names "George" and "Brenda" on the name tags she found on the table by the front door. She attached them to herself and George, each with the other's names. Then she wrote their names in the guest book, along with their costumes. George looked down to see "Brenda: groom. George: bride." It all seemed so wrong!

Brenda pulled him along forcefully, into the main room where all the guests were busy partying.

"Oh my god, that's George and Brenda!" said one person.

There was a roar of laughter and applause as the crowd caught sight of them.

"You're going to win the prize for sure" said one girl, dressed in a lame vampires costume.

"Thanks" said Brenda in a husky voice. "But she should get all the credit. Women are so good with costumes and dressing up. I'm just a man. What do I know?"

They both laughed.

"I need a drink" said George.

"A good idea honey. I'll get us some champagne to celebrate our wedding. You're such a beautiful bride!"

She returned a moment later with the glasses.

"You had better sip this, ladylike" she warned. "If you don't act like a woman tonight, you're in trouble."

"Yes dear" said George meekly, as she sipped his champagne.

The crowd responded like they did at weddings, by clinking their spoons and forks to their glasses, so the newlyweds would have to kiss each other. Brenda smiled, and kissed George really hard. She stuck her tongue into his mouth forcefully, making him feel even weaker and less in control, if that was even possible.

"I'm going to have a beer with the guys" said Brenda. "When I look around, I expect to see you off talking with some girls. And I mean talking, not just standing there looking hurt and upset."

"Okay" said George.

"Okay what?" she asked.

"Okay, George" he replied.

"That's my girl" she said, as she left him, heading over to the TV where the game was on, and a group of guys was congregated.

George looked around the room in a panic. Did he know anyone there? So far, the only man he recognized was Michelle's husband, who was dressed as a football player. Why couldn't he have a costume like that? Something manly?

Fearful of what Brenda would do if he disobeyed, he looked around, and found a corner where several women were gathered. One was dressed up as a stripper, one was a nurse, and the other was a stewardess. They were looking at baby pictures that the stewardess was carrying.

"Oh, she's so cute!" gushed the nurse.

"She has your eyes" added the stripper.

"What a pretty baby" said George, using as soft of a voice as he could manage.

"My, my, getting into the role, aren't we?" giggled the nurse. "And when are you expecting your baby? Perhaps I could deliver it for you."

"She just got married today" said the stewardess. "Her man will get to work tonight, I suspect. I'd give her about nine months or so, before she gives birth."

"How was the wedding? Brenda?" said the stripper, looking at the name tag on George's gown.

"Very nice" he said. "Now you weren't the one that my groom hired for his bachelor party, were you?"

The other girls laughed. He had turned the tables nicely, poking fun at her, without getting all defensive.

"Yes I was, as a matter of fact" she replied. "What, are you jealous? Your man was really hot for me."

"Yes, but he married me" replied George.

"Meow, cat fight!" said the stewardess. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth. Nice to meet you. How do you know Michelle and Tom?"

"Oh, we're friends. My, um, husband has known them for years. We get together every now and then. How about you?"

"I know her from work."

Just then, George looked up to see that Brenda was standing there, grinning.

"Chatting with the girls, I see" she said.

"Yes" replied George. "We were looking at baby pictures."

"Ah, chick stuff" said Brenda. "They're about to start the costume contest. Lets get a dance in, before they shut off the music."

George looked back at the girls helplessly, as Brenda dragged him off onto the dance floor. He should have been all aroused looking at one hot woman dressed as a stripper, another as nurse, and a real cutie in a stewardess costume. But given his circumstances, he felt so awful that he was incapable of becoming aroused!

Brenda was leading as they danced across the floor. It was a slow song, and she had him put his head onto her shoulders.

"You're my lovely bride. You're such a pretty girl. I'm so glad that you're my woman" she said. "Are you glad that I'm your man?"

"Yes" he said weakly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes George, I'm glad that you're my man" he said, feeling like he was on the verge of tears, as he felt the bulge in Brenda's pants poking into the front of him, as she held him closely.

 

Michelle and Tom had everyone fill in a ballot with their vote for the best costumes. Naturally, when they announced the prices, George and Brenda easily came in first place. George had several more drinks, sneaking them in when Brenda wasn't looking. That was the only way to make the night go faster.

He felt so humiliated, so embarrassed! She paraded him in front of all her friends, and showed him off to them. It was as if she was saying "look how much I control my husband; I've turned him into a woman". It wasn't until time slipped so slowly by, and the evening was about over, that George felt any degree of relief. He couldn't wait to get home, and to get out of the awful gown she had trapped him in. He would never allow anything like this to happen to him again.

When they were in the car, with her driving home, she started to lecture him, which he really resented.

"Next time, you'll listen to me" she said. "Do you promise."

"Uh-huh" he replied. He wasn't really listening to her; he was fuming inside at what she had done to him, and how she had made him feel.

"Now you've learned your lesson" she continued. "Next time, you'll help out, and be more involved with things, instead of making me do everything. You do that to me all the time, and I get tired of it. You want to run with your friends, drink and play, and that makes me feel like you're an 18 year old or something. I know you're an adult. You know you're an adult. I didn't sign up to be your mother. I can't take care of you all the time....."

Being in the dominant role for the night, Brenda finally felt that she was able to open up, and pour out all of the frustrations that were bottled up inside her. The more she expressed herself however, the more upset and resentful that George became. Now he had completely tuned her out, and was just grunting to acknowledge if she asked him a question. He wasn't listening to her; he was lost in his own mind, as he often was.

"Do you promise me?" she said.

He grunted.

"No! Do you promise me???!" she said, pulling the car to a full stop.

"Okay, I promise!" he said. "Now can we just go home?"

He was relieved that she stopped talking. Enough was enough! He watched the lightning flashing overhead. The rain would start again any time soon. The full moon was engulfed with clouds now, and completely obscured. It felt so dark, so quiet, but you could feel the tension in the air. At any moment, the sky would rip open, and the storm would begin.

The car raced home, trying to beat the storm. George felt a little uncomfortable at how Brenda was driving so aggressively.

"Will you be careful, honey?" he said meekly. "You've had plenty to drink."

"I'm fine" replied Brenda tersely, still using her deep husky voice.

In the flashing light from the streetlights they passed, she looked so much like a guy! It was hard to believe that this was the woman he had married. She pulled the car into the garage, then got out to help him out of the back seat. She unlocked the door, and helped him inside, just as the rain started.

"I can't wait to get you in bed" said Brenda, still with her 'man' voice. "I was thinking of you all night, dressed in your sexy gown, and I wanted you so much. I'm going to f*@k you so hard when we get into bed."

George didn't know how to respond. He thought the role playing was done. He felt Brenda's arm around his waist, as the walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Brenda gave him another hard kiss. He felt so weak. He felt like was melting when she held him like that!

Brenda took off the jacket and her tie, as she kicked her shoes off into the corner. She unbuttoned her vest, then tossed it on the pile, which was very unlike her. She was normally very neat and tidy. She undid the suspenders, then took off the pants, tossing them in the pile too. George could see the big bulge under the boxers she still wore, as she took off the starched white shirt

Now Brenda came over, and helped George out of the wedding dress. He pulled off the material around him, causing the skirt to hang down limply. Then Brenda undid the buttons in the back, and eased George out of the gown. Brenda's hands were warm and calm, as one piece of lingerie after another was removed, until George was just wearing the panties.

He couldn't wait to get out of the stupid shell over his middle section, not to mention the one on top with the big fake boobs. And he couldn't wait for Brenda to take off that horrible beard, and get out of her torso, so he could see her womanly attributes again.

Brenda stood in front of George. She reached out and put her hands onto the fake boobs on his chest. But something was wrong; he could feel her touch him. The boobs were just a fake plastic shell. How could he be feeling that?

He looked down in horror. As she let go, his boobs jiggled. That wasn't a plastic shell on his chest: it was real. He reached down and cupped his huge boobs in his hands. They were real. No!

Brenda was down on her knees now, pulling off the panties that George was wearing. When they were off, he felt a woosh of air. That wasn't possible! He still had the shell on! He looked down, and saw a tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Brenda put her hand down there between his legs. He could feel it. No! His manhood was gone! He had a pussy down there!

Brenda stood up and pulled off her T-shirt. Her chest was all hairy! George couldn't believe it. He reached out with his hands to touch Brenda's chest. It was real now too. The rippling muscles were part of her. His wife now had the chest of a man!

He wanted to cry, as she reached down and removed her boxers. He was so afraid of what he'd see there. The realistic strap-on dildo was still there, only now it had changed. When she touched him with it, he could feel how warm it was. It wasn't some plastic thing strapped on to her; it had become a real penis! And it was as hard as a rock.

"You're my pretty baby" said Brenda. It wasn't her voice; it was a man's voice.

"I...." started George, but his words cut off as he heard a woman's voice coming from his mouth.

"Shhh" said Brenda. "I'm your man now, and you're my wife. Just sit back, and let me take over. I'll tell you what to do. I'll take control. Just relax, and be mine."

George felt so weak. How could his wife have become a man? And how could he have become a woman? And if that wasn't bad enough, why did he feel so passive that he was unable to stop 'her', as 'she' started to touch him, press into him, and push him onto the bed.

He didn't even offer any protest, as she pushed her fully erect member into the slit he now had between his legs.

"Ooh, you're so wet" said Brenda. "I want you so bad! Now roll over, I'm going to do you doggie-style."

George couldn't help but to obey; his body was a quivery mass now, and Brenda seemed so firmly in control. He turned around, and leaned over the bed, as she pushed her big manhood into his willing opening. Wow! At that angle, the pleasure was so intensified, as Brenda's penis hit his clit in just the right way.

She was pounding him now, and he closed his eyes, as he was engulfed by the delight of one female orgasm after the next.

"I'm going to f*@k you all night long" said Brenda, as she thrusted deep into him, again and again. "I'm going to make love to you, until you get pregnant. I want you to have my babies. I love you, Brenda! You're such a hot woman! I want you so much! You're so beautiful!"

George screamed, as she pounded him one more time, sending him over the edge, into utter bliss. He felt something warm oozing down his leg. Brenda had just come, really hard, and really big.

It was the first of three times that night that they couple made love.

 

* * *

 

Brenda woke up, and rolled over. She felt so sore, from having been in so many positions all night long, as her husband made love to her, again and again. She reached over, and put her arm around her husband's hairy chest. He felt so warm, and so good, as he quietly snored.

"I'll go get up, and make breakfast for him" she thought, as she got out of bed. "Now where he keep his nightgowns?"

Although it had been just a few hours since she had transformed from man to woman, she firmly though of herself as female now, and thought of her former wife as a man. She felt like she knew so little about Brenda, her life, and what all she did. It would take quite some adjustment to begin living her life. But it would be equally hard on him too.

There was so much to learn for both of them. But somehow, they would make it through the struggles. For example, Brenda wondered if she was indeed pregnant now, or if she was going to have a period. She knew that she did want to have George's babies, and that they would keep trying until she did get pregnant. Wouldn't that be fun!

She found where the pots and pans were put away, and then hunted through the refrigerator for the eggs and the bacon. She would just have grapefruit for herself though; she wanted to watch her figure. She wanted to look pretty for her husband, so she didn't dare eat anything greasy or fatty. She needed to lose some weight for him.

 

Back up in the bedroom, George woke up, wondering why his penis was all hard. He had just got up. Why would he be hard like that, first thing in the morning? He decided that he must have been dreaming of Brenda. What a hot piece of a$$ she was! He wanted to do her again, right then and there.

He could smell the scent of bacon cooking. How wonderful to be in this new body, that would burn off the calories just like that! As a woman, he had always struggled with his weight. But now he was a man, and he didn't have to worry. Even if he did put on a few pounds, a man could get away with it much easier than a woman could! He looked forward to his new life as a male.

 

When George walked into the kitchen, Brenda rushed over to him, and gave him a big hug.

"Last night was incredible!" she said.

"For me too" he replied.

"I want you, again. Right now."

"As soon as eat breakfast, I'll eat you up" replied George.

He sat down, and started to read the paper, as Brenda poured his cup off coffee. She loved her man, and she would do anything for him. They would be happy together, in their new life together. They understood each other perfectly now. No couple had ever been closer, she thought. They would be happy together, forever.

 

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