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

 

Opposite Paths

by Julia Manchester

Copyright 2006

 

The first unusual thing Dan noticed was that his pants legs seemed too long. After a weekend in shorts his dress pants seemed to pool around his ankles and the cuffs actually touched the floor, even with his shoes on. Dan was puzzled, and when he took his pants off and examined the cuffs he noticed they were just a bit frayed, as if they had also touched the floor the last time he wore them – though he certainly hadn't noticed. It was impossible not to notice now, though. The cuffs actually reached beneath the heel of his dress shoes, and today he actually felt himself walking on the cuffs. They were at least ½ inch too long for him, maybe more, and Dan had to scrounge through his closet to find a pair of pants that fit – barely. He knew he'd lost 5 or 6 pounds recently and had to tighten his belt a notch, and he assumed the pants were just riding lower.

Since he needed some new clothes anyway he decided to go shopping after work. When he did he was surprised to find that, not only had he lost a full inch in his waist, but that a 33 inch inseam was almost too long, though he normally took a 34 length. When he asked a salesman about it he was told that the manufacturers were cutting all their pants a little longer because most men preferred the new, longer style. Since Dan didn't particularly care for the baggy look he opted for a 32 inch inseam.

The following week Dan and his wife, Tracy, were scheduled to attend an awards banquet. He was a salesman for a nationally known golf club manufacturer and the company put on several special events every year for its sales force to motivate the guys and gals who pushed the products.

Dan was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on his socks as he dressed for dinner when Tracy walked into the room and struck a provocative pose.

"Ta-Da!" She sang out, causing Dan to look up.

"How do you like my new outfit?" She asked, holding a model's pose.

Dan feasted his eyes on his wife. She was beautiful, and her tight black dress and high heel sandals made her look like a movie star.

"You're gorgeous!" Dan told her sincerely, and rose to give her a kiss. When he did he was shocked to discover that his wife seemed at least as tall as himself, if not a bit taller—maybe by as much as an inch or two. He had to lift his face and stand very tall to kiss her.

"What the . . . Tracy! You're actually taller than me!" Dan exclaimed in surprise.

"Huh?" She replied. Almost immediately she realized it was true as she looked DOWN at her husband.

"Oh honey, it's just these four inch heels I'm wearing. I guess I caught carried away when I bought them – I usually don't get heels this high. I'll take these back. I've got an older pair of heels I can wear tonight.

"Oh, okay," Dan replied, dismissing a nagging feeling that the heels didn't completely explain the difference in height. He was too busy to dwell on it, and after Tracy changed to a pair with two inch heels and Dan put on his own shoes the tables were reversed and he was a couple of inches taller than her – or nearly so.

They had a good time at the party, and Dan won several awards for his work with some of the younger pro golfers on the "minor" tours. One prize was a new set of clubs for Tracy, and another was a week at a well known golf resort. The vacation was actually a working holiday since Dan would be expected to push the company's products at the various courses while he was there, but that was a small price to pay.

 

Two weeks later Dan and Tracy were in their hotel room at the resort, unpacking their clothes, when Dan remembered that he hadn't bought any new slacks or shirts for golfing since he began losing weight. Since he'd lost another seven or eight pounds he was sure he'd need some slacks with smaller waists. Tracy suggested that he just wear casual clothes, but Dan insisted on wearing a solid black outfit with a black baseball cap with the company logo, so Tracy volunteered to pick up a few things for him at the pro shop, since she had to buy a new pair of golf shoes anyway—Her old ones felt a little tight, and they were way out of style.

She produced a tape measure from her purse and measured Dan's waist and inseam, and discovered that both his waist and inseam were down to 32 inches. Since Dan's polo shirt looked like it was hanging on him she also took his chest measurement and found it was also 1 ½ inches smaller than his normal 42 inches. Tracy kept the measurements to herself and simply told Dan that she would be back in a little while.

Tracy returned forty five minutes later with two pairs of black slacks and two polo shirts for Dan, along with a pair of light tan slacks, some navy shorts, and a white polo shirt. She also picked up a pair of light blue shorts and a white polo shirt for herself, along with golf shoes in a size 9 ½, one half size larger than normal for her. She wasn't surprised by needing the larger size, and they were comfortable. Neither was she surprised by the fact that she had gained about four pounds and about ¾ inch in her waist.

The next morning Dan and Tracy had a 10:30 tee off time, and Tracy waited patiently for Dan to tee off before heading to the ladies tee. Dan was a three handicap golfer but his first drive fell well short of his usual 275 yard effort, and it traveled no more than 235 yards.

"That was terrible," he complained, adding, "I felt completely out of synch on that shot."

"You're probably just not loose yet," Tracy remarked as she stepped to the ladies tee 30 yards ahead. Tracy normally averaged about 180 yards on her drives, but this time she boomed it out about 215 yards. With her 30 yard advantage her drive rolled about ten or twelve yards past Dan's.

"Nice drive, honey," Dan commented, though he was secretly embarrassed at having been out driven by his wife.

"Thanks," Tracy said calmly, adding, "I think it's these new clubs you won for me. They feel great, and they're very light."

Dan was struck by that last comment because his own clubs seemed heavier than normal and awkward in his hands. He could tell his swing velocity was down, and it almost seemed as if his clubs were too long, but that was impossible since they had been custom fit for him.

Dan suffered through one of his worst rounds in recent memory. His drives and approach shots fell far short of his normal mark, making club selection problematic, and he was so upset by his poor performance that even his putting was off. Instead of his normal 75 or 76 he carded a whopping 87. He attributed his problems to a lack of exercise, and decided to use the hotel's fitness center that night.

Meanwhile Tracy, who rarely managed to break 100, shot an 88, and it could have been lower. At the beginning of the round she had several approach shots fly over the green – she was hitting everything a lot further than normal—and towards the end of the round she intentionally blew several shots to keep from humiliating Dan. She also kept her reactions to her good shots subdued, though she was inwardly elated at her improved play.

Things went from bad to worse during the first week of their vacation, at least for Dan. The first night at the fitness center he discovered that, despite his best efforts, he could only bench press 170 pounds. He normally handled 200, sometimes a bit more on a good day, but in the first few days at the resort he had actually gotten weaker. By midweek he barely managed to lift 160.

Tracy noticed other changes in Dan. His new slacks with the 32 inch inseam now looked a bit long on him, and he had also been forced to buy new shoes when he literally began walking out of his old loafers. The new shoes were a full size smaller than normal – 9, as opposed to 10 – and they were narrower too.

Tracy had gone with Dan to buy the shoes at a self service shoe store, and she brought several styles of loafers, athletic shoes, and even golf shoes for him to try. He didn't seem to notice that many of the shoes she brought over to where he sat had heels that were slightly higher than normal, but the extra ½ inch was definitely needed. The new shoes made his slacks hang much better, and with Tracy wearing flats they made Dan look taller by comparison.

Dan didn't seem to realize what was happening, but Tracy did. Even wearing loafers with 1 ½ inch heels her formerly six foot husband was only about five-ten.

Tracy also knew that what was happening to Dan was also happening to her – in reverse, and on a smaller scale. Her 27 inch waist was now 28 inches, and unless she was mistaken she was about ¾ of an inch taller than her normal five – seven height. Her bras also seemed smaller – not in the cups, but in the band, and she had purchased an extender for comfort.

She was also definitely a little stronger. While Dan struggled to lift his normal weight at the gym she usually went to a machine on the other side of the large weight room, and lately she found she could actually lift 110 pounds – far more than the 80 pounds she usually managed, which pleased her, though she continued to keep her added strength to herself.

Tracy wasn't worried about the changes to herself. The additional strength gave her a boost of confidence, and though she didn't realize it at the time her new confidence was causing her to a bit more assertive. At the same time Dan's diminished strength seemed to erode his own self-confidence, and he seemed more tentative and unsure of himself. He wasn't completely passive, but Tracy felt that, for the first time since their marriage, they were psychologically and emotionally equal.

Toward the end of the week Dan bought a new set of clubs for himself and had them custom cut and weighted to a lighter swing weight. He was surprised when the new clubs turned out to be about ¾ of an inch shorter and considerably lighter than his previous set. The new graphite shafts which replaced his old steel shafts were designed to get every inch of distance from his swing, which had been computer analyzed at the pro shop. The club fitter didn't bother telling Dan that the shafts and club heads were both designed for women. He didn't think telling the customer would help make the sale.

Armed with his new clubs Dan did a little better on their last time out, but then so did Tracy. Dan shot an 82, and Tracy carded an 85, her lowest round ever. She consoled her husband by suggesting he would do even better once he got used to his new set of clubs, and Dan thought she was probably right.

 

By the following week Dan had to face the truth. He was a full 4 inches shorter and 20 pounds lighter than normal, and his once muscular 42 inch chest was barely 40 inches, and flabby. Tracy didn't tell him about own changes, but called Dan's doctor to make an immediate appointment for him. Unfortunately, his doctor of many years was on vacation, and Dan was too embarrassed to see a stranger, so Tracy concentrated on helping Dan conceal his problem until he could see his own doctor. She talked Dan into going to a specialty shoe store and purchasing two pairs of elevator shoes, which appeared outwardly normal but gave him an extra 2 inches of height. Wearing the shoes Dan was only a couple inches shorter than he had been – not enough difference to cause a lot of notice, especially since he wasn't in the office all that much and he'd been away for two weeks. Tracy also suggested that Dan wear a loose shirt so his narrower waist wouldn't be noticed, and that too seemed to work well.

The biggest problem was psychological. Dan had always been an aggressive, hard driving salesman, which was why he was so successful. But now he seemed to have lost a lot of confidence, which was the foundation of his aggressiveness, and his sales began to suffer.

 

Two weeks had passed since they had returned from their vacation, and they finally got in to see Dan's doctor. The doctor was shocked at Dan's appearance, and remarked that he knew of nothing that could cause such symptoms. He measured, weighed, and examined Dan thoroughly, ordering blood and urine tests and a full CT scan. He also prescribed an anti-depressant since Dan was feeling very low.

Dan's spirits were down because earlier that morning he had noticed that Tracy was actually taller than him – by about ½ inch. When they were married he had been 5 inches taller than Tracy, and the idea of being shorter than his wife was humiliating. His ego was taking some very hard hits.

A week after Dan's appointment he returned to the doctor to get the results of the lab tests. The good news was that the CT scan and the lab results revealed no horrible diseases, but neither did they show any reason for the changes he was undergoing. The only abnormality was an unusual amount of estrogen in his blood, but that couldn't possibly cause all the changes. The doctor measured and weighed him again, and drew more blood. This time he also had Dan give a sperm sample. When Dan found that he had lost another ½ inch – down to five seven – he looked at Tracy and realized that he wasn't the only one who was undergoing changes. He was now the height his wife was supposed to be, but she was now a full inch taller. He mentioned that to the doctor, who asked if he could examine Tracy too.

Tracy had gained five pounds and her chest measured 37 inches, while her waist was now a full 28 inches, though it really didn't show on her taller frame. Her hips were normally 38 inches, but now they measured only 36 ½ . She also knew she was growing stronger by the day – that morning she had bench pressed 125 pounds after listening to Dan complain that he could barely lift 150 – but she didn't mention that to the doctor.

Later that evening Tracy suggested they go out for dinner to get their thoughts off their problems for awhile. Dan agreed, and Tracy dressed in the sexiest outfit she could get into and spent a lot of time on her hair and makeup. They hadn't made love for several weeks and she was feeling restless. Her one concession to their changed circumstances was to wear low sandals instead of high heels. Even then Dan appeared to be only slightly taller – even though he was wearing his elevator shoes.

Dan seemed preoccupied so Tracy picked the restaurant. As Dan drove them to the restaurant Tracy noticed he seemed to hesitate at intersections, even when he had the right of way, and that his driving was tentative, almost timid. She suppressed a sudden urge to tell Dan to pull over and let her drive, and bit her tongue as she endured a long, slow drive to the restaurant.

They went straight home after dinner, and Tracy got into a sexy, baby doll outfit to entice Dan into making love to her. Even then he was a little slow to respond, but Tracy eventually succeeded in her quest. In bed, her hands told her that Dan's penis had grown smaller along with the rest of his body, but he seemed to fill her as much, if not more, than usual. It seemed as if her vagina had also grown smaller. Regardless of the reason it felt great to Tracy, and she especially enjoyed the way Dan seemed to go slower and take his time.

 

The doctor wasn't able to shed any light on their condition when Dan and Tracy returned for their next appointment. He asked for permission to send their information to an endocrinologist, and they both agreed. They were also measured and weighed again, and the doctor noted that Dan had shrunk one inch in two weeks, losing five pounds in the process. He also revealed that Dan had lost ½ inch from his chest and waist measurements, and about ¼ inch from his hips.

While Tracy hadn't changed appreciably since the previous week she was aware that her breasts appeared slightly smaller. She had never been well-endowed, but lately there was a little extra room in her A cup bras. She still had a nice shape, but it wasn't quite as curvy as it had been.

For Tracy the biggest change was psychological. She had, naturally, always been the smaller and weaker partner in their relationship, but suddenly she was 1 ½ inches taller than Dan, and not nearly as weak as she had once been. Dan was still a little stronger than she was, but they were clearly on opposite paths, and it wouldn't be too long before she was stronger than her diminutive husband. Between the added height and strength her confidence was growing. She felt a newfound sense of independence and security, and a lessening of her natural inhibitions. She had always known her own preferences, but now she was a bit more comfortable in expressing her desires, and even asserting herself.

Poor Dan was not so lucky. Now he was forced to look UP at his wife when she spoke to him, and he was only too aware that Tracy's growing strength now nearly matched his own. For the first time in his life he actually felt intimidated by his wife, though she had not given him any reason to feel that way.

But his biggest problem was not Tracy, but other guys. Losing 5 ½ inches and much of his strength had destroyed his confidence and severely impaired his ability to deal with other men on a personal level. His sales were almost nonexistent, and he had decided to quit his job while he could still get decent references.

For some reason Dan found himself second-guessing himself. He knew he had lost his confidence, but now he worried over little things that never used to bother him. Lately he had become so concerned about making the wrong decisions that he found it increasingly difficult to even make the simple ones. He knew he was being overly cautious, but he couldn't seem to help it.

 

Dan's new elevator shoes added a full two inches to his height – they were the highest models available – but he was still shorter than Tracy, even though she was wearing flat-soled sandals. As they walked to their car she appeared to be about ¾ of an inch taller than her husband, though in reality she was 2 ¼ inches taller now. That was how the doctor measured them anyway.

Dan's shoe size was down to an eight, and Tracy was now wearing a woman's size ten, which owing to the difference in the sizing meant their feet were about the same size, especially since Dan now took an A width.

Most of Dan's measurements had continued to decrease. His waist was now only 30 ½ inches, and his new slacks with their 30 inch waist and 31 length fit perfectly, though they were a little tight in the hips. Tracy explained to Dan that they were tight because boy's sizes didn't leave much room in the hips, and she couldn't find his waist size in the men's section. It was also true that Dan's waist was ½ inch narrower in proportion to his hips than it had been three weeks before.

For the first time the doctor had been able to verify that Tracy's measurements were changing too. She had gained ¼ inch in her height and her waist measurements since he first measured her, and strangely enough she had lost about ¼ of an inch in her hips.

Since he was at home every day Tracy began asking Dan to put the dinners she had prepared in the oven so she wouldn't have to rush home and prepare everything from scratch, and Dan agreed. He had nothing to do anyway since he rarely went out and he was bored with daytime television. He had originally thought of a few remodeling projects he could tackle while he was at home, but as time passed he seemed less enthusiastic about carpentry and electrical work. So he did little chores around the house and put the dinner on for Tracy. When she returned to the house he usually had everything ready, and even greeted her with a kiss. That continued until one day he had to lift himself up on his toes to kiss his wife. After that Tracy usually found him on the sofa or in a chair, and she bent down to his level for a kiss.

By that time it was clear that the social dynamic between Dan and Tracy had changed. Tracy was more outgoing, while Dan seemed much quieter. Whenever the doctor asked a question it was Tracy that answered, while Dan generally remained silent, looking at his wife while she spoke. When the doctor was able to draw him out he usually agreed with Tracy's answers.

Tracy also disclosed that she had to begin wearing bras with a 38 inch band, but it wasn't because her breasts were growing—If anything they seemed to have shrunk a little – But her torso looked "sturdier," and there was also a hint of muscular definition in her upper arms. Her legs also seemed a bit more muscular – not much, but a little – and they also appeared less sleek.

 

 

The trend continued, and three weeks later Dan had shrunk to a mere 5 feet 4 ½ inches in height, while Tracy had added another ¼ inch, and now stood at 5 feet 8 ½ inches – a full four inches taller than her husband. They each weighed 145 pounds, but Tracy looked much sturdier.

Dan was seeing life from a whole new perspective, and he didn't like it one bit. He had difficulty reaching for things in cupboards and he could no longer see over people when he was in a crowd. One day they went out to do some shopping at a store that was having a big sale, and Dan had to rely on Tracy to find their way through the maze of people. He just hung on to her hand and followed along wherever she went. At home he had to rely on a stool – or Tracy – to reach things, but there were now even worse developments.

Dan had noticed that his chest was itching and a little sore for several weeks, and lately it had appeared a little swollen. When he finally took the time to examine himself he saw that the hair on his chest appeared sparser, and there felt like there was a small, hard knot of tissue behind his nipples. His areolae looked slightly larger and darker than normal, and his tiny male nipples looked a little swollen too.

His waist had shrunk another inch, to 29 ½ inches, and his hips had diminished a little too, but not as much. They were about 33 ½ inches, and the overall effect gave Dan an odd look for a man. His hips were just a bit too prominent.

Meanwhile, Tracy's waist had increased to 28 ½ inches – only an inch less than Dan's – and her hips were down to about 35 ¾ inches. Tracy was definitely not upset by her thinner hips – she could now wear a few things she'd "outgrown." It seemed strange to be so much taller than her husband – to look down at him and see his increasingly gentle features – but she was excited by the changes. She knew that she was stronger than Dan now, though she had no occasion to test her theory, and she knew her biceps were at least as big as Dan's, though at 10 ¼ inches neither of them appeared as impressive as Dan once had been. His biceps had once been nearly 14 inches.

Tracy was also growing accustomed to making most of the decisions in the family. Dan was increasingly unsure of himself and he seemed fairly content to go along with whatever she decided in most things. At least he didn't dispute her judgment. She knew he was having a crisis of confidence, so she never made a big deal out of it, couching her decisions in the form of suggestions, but she was also discovering that the more decisions she made the easier it became, and she was increasingly willing to take charge. It was a gradual process, but at some point she had become the dominant partner in their marriage.

That was the reason that after Dan quit his job he agreed with Tracy's suggestion that he put off looking for work until their situation "stabilized." Tracy had received a long overdue promotion at work, and she estimated that if they were careful with their finances they could just get by on her salary.

 

The only problem with Tracy's plan was that Dan showed no signs of "stabilizing." After another week he was down to five – four and 140 pounds, while Tracy was now 5 feet 8 ½ inches. She now also outweighed Dan by a few pounds. Dan's waist was down to 29 ¼ inches, and though he had lost a little in his hips too they still hadn't shrunk in proportion to his waist, and they looked even more prominent than the previous week. The worst part of the whole process was that the doctors – there were several involved by that time – had no idea what was causing the changes, and no way to counteract what was happening to them.

Dan had noticed other changes, such as a loss of body hair. He was down to about a third of what he once had, and what was left was finer and lighter – far less noticeable. However the most disturbing change was that he had developed very small breasts. The swelling in his chest had continued, and now two distinct little mounds had appeared. Tracy estimated they were between AAA and AA – not large enough to be noticeable when Dan wore a shirt, but his nipples and areolae had darkened more and continued to grow. When he wasn't wearing a shirt Dan's hairless chest looked like it belonged on a young girl. The doctor had prescribed hormone replacement therapy for Dan, and he was surprised that the medication seemed to be having no effect, but he told Dan to be patient, adding, "Sometimes it takes a while for the therapy to work."

The whole experience was a nightmare for Dan. Now he was nearly five inches shorter than Tracy, and he had hidden out in the house for the past week and brooded over his situation. He was afraid to appear in public, worried that people would laugh at the small, strangely – shaped man. It was even worse when Tracy insisted they go somewhere together. Even wearing his elevator shoes he appeared to be about three inches shorter than his wife, and they were beginning to get some odd looks from people.

But it was more than just his height that was troubling Dan. He really hadn't had to shave for a couple of weeks, and though he continued to scrape a razor over his face every few days his skin had become quite sensitive, and he had stopped shaving altogether.

Then there was his chest. His little "mini-boobs" were astonishingly sensitive, and Dan often felt weird sensations from his enlarged nipples as his shirt rubbed over them. Due to the darkening of his nipples and areolae he had taken to wearing nothing but loose, dark shirts, but even though his shirts concealed his odd looking chest Dan felt very nervous about going out where people would see him.

He also knew that his "package" was a lot smaller than it had been. He could still get hard, though it took a little longer now, and he just didn't seem to react to the sight of Tracy in a sexy outfit the way he once had.

The good news was that, despite his smaller size, he actually seemed to fill Tracy as much as he always had – perhaps even more – which mystified him.

The bad news was that Tracy actually seemed turned on by all this – at least she seemed to want sex more often than she used to. She had begun trying to seduce him with skimpy outfits almost every night. Dan obliged her as best as he could, though he didn't seem to react to visual stimulation in the same way he once had. He did feel a strong desire to please her, and perhaps, in the back of his mind he was worried that he might lose her if he didn't give her what she wanted.

That evening Tracy wanted to make love yet again. It seemed that, lately, she was aroused at the mere sight of her diminutive husband. She thought he looked so cute, so vulnerable, so helpless, and she felt very protective towards him, and that seemed to excite her now. At the same time she really enjoyed having his small prick to play with. It was so adorable, especially with so much less hair around it. Yet it filled her just fine, which surprised her as much it did Dan.

The only problem with their nightly trysts was that Tracy was becoming increasingly impatient with all the preparation and effort it took to get Dan aroused. She was growing tired of the nightly rite of seduction. Despite her best efforts it seemed to take longer every day. She had a growing need, and tonight she decided on a more direct approach.

After dinner Dan was rinsing his plate in the kitchen when Tracy came up behind him and put her arms around his narrow waist. Dan was startled, but he didn't try to get away, and when Tracy moved her hands upwards to his tiny breasts he inhaled sharply then pressed backwards into her embrace.

Tracy massaged Dan's "mini-boobs" for a while, then unbuttoned his shirt and lightly ran her fingers over his too large nipples. When she did she felt them actually harden and grow a bit more. They weren't nearly the size of her own but they were reacting in exactly the same way hers did, and Tracy kept going.

Dan's soft sigh was a purely instinctive reaction to his wife's touch, and he did not consciously press backwards into her embrace, but his body did just that, automatically responding to Tracy's stimulation.

Tracy allowed one hand to slide down to Dan's midsection as she kissed the base of his neck, and she discovered that he was erect. Without a word she placed an arm around Dan's shoulders and steered him towards the bedroom. Once there she turned Dan towards her and slid his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. They embraced tenderly, and Tracy lifted Dan's face with both hands and leaned down and kissed him deeply and passionately.

Tracy was surprised by Dan's passivity. He was clearly content to let her control the action, and her new, more assertive personality found it exhilarating. She was also very pleased that Dan was fully aroused. This was so much easier than getting into a sexy outfit and playing the vamp, and she decided right then that those days were gone forever.

Tracy unbuttoned Dan's slacks, lowered the zipper, and eased the slacks past his somewhat wider hips, allowing them to fall and pool at his feet. Without a word Dan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and lowered them too. He bent down and freed himself from his slacks and briefs, and when he stood upright Tracy pushed him backwards on to the bed.

Dan waited patiently as Tracy began to remove her own clothing. Tracy gazed down at him as she removed her bra, exposing her smaller breasts, and marveled at the sight of her diminished spouse. His shoulders were no longer broad and muscular, but narrow and soft. His once powerful arms and bulging biceps were now thin and weak. His formerly muscular chest was hairless now, with two soft, shallow domes rising upwards. His waist was narrow, and his hips a bit too wide for a man, and his once muscular legs were softly curved, without a trace of muscular definition. Even his facial features looked smaller and more refined, yet Tracy was incredibly turned on by the sight.

His penis seemed almost incongruous in comparison to the rest of him. It was the only completely masculine component of his body, and even that was much smaller than it once was.

Tracy straddled her small spouse and bent down and kissed one of his growing and sensitive nipples while she played her fingers over the other. At the same time her other hand found his reduced member and stroked it lovingly. Dan moaned and his own hands gripped Tracy's slightly enlarged waist. Tracy could feel his hardness, and she pushed his legs together and lowered herself on his compact stud. Once again she felt it fill her completely, and she began moving up and down on the shaft.

She had never before been in such complete control of their lovemaking, and the very thought that she was the dominant partner set her off. She gasped and bucked wildly on Dan's poor little penis, and she rode him to complete fulfillment. Dan's moans grew louder until he too came. Oddly enough Tracy did not feel Dan's seminal fluid gush into her as usual, and later, when she checked, she found only a small amount of watery fluid in her.

 

Dan had lost another inch and another five pounds. He was down to five – three and 135 pounds, while Tracy had grown to 5 feet 8 ¾ inches and 145 pounds. Nothing the specialist did had the slightest effect on them as far as they could tell, and Dan's waist had shrunk to 28 ½ inches, while his hips were now 33 inches. His breasts had grown a bit too, and were about half the size of Tracy's own reduced breasts. Dan could almost feel his strength slipping away with each day that passed, and there was now no doubt that his wife was the stronger of the two. His arms were very thin – for a man – and his biceps measured a mere ten inches.

He had been growing very bored with sitting around the house, and he began taking over more of the household chores to keep his mind off his troubles and to give him something to do. Now, by default, Dan was in charge of the cleaning, the laundry, and most of the cooking. Part of him was humiliated at doing "woman's work," but another part of him was actually grateful that he could still contribute something to the family, and he gave his best effort to keep the house clean and neat.

Meanwhile Tracy threw herself into her work. Between her new promotion, and the fact that she was now the sole wage earner for their family, she felt an added responsibility to do well. She often brought work home with her and rose to the challenge admirably. At the office she was given more and more responsibility, and her confidence grew as she discovered she was able to handle situations she never had to deal with before her advancement. There was a new decisiveness in her bearing and attitude, and she rapidly improved her people skills along with her business knowledge.

At the same time Dan's world had shrunk along with his body. Now housework was his only employment, and his domain was defined by the walls of their house. His once remarkable people skills disappeared with his confidence, and he felt increasingly inadequate compared to Tracy. It didn't help matters that Tracy occasionally seemed insensitive to his plight and more concerned with her job than what was happening to her husband. He knew what she was doing was important, but she had developed a habit of talking down to him when discussing business. He wanted to protest when she did that to him, but frankly he found her new self confidence very intimidating—almost scary—and he simply couldn't work up the determination to have it out with her.

Tracy wasn't aware that she had developed a patronizing attitude when she spoke with Dan, and she really was sympathetic to Dan's plight. She often complimented his work with the house or the washing to encourage him, and she did her best to help Dan feel productive, but there was only so much she could say about the clean floors or the nice meals he made. She also didn't realize that by complimenting him on his domestic skills she was helping to reinforce Dan's feminine self—image and further cement their new relationship. Dan was flustered by her compliments. He was humiliated at being reduced to a househusband, but he found it impossible to get angry with Tracy when she was trying to be nice to him. After a few days Tracy's recognition of his work in the home didn't bother him as much, and he simply accepted them with a smile.

The continuing changes brought on another clothing crisis for Dan. His 30-31 slacks were far too large in his waist, and he had to roll up the cuffs to keep from tripping. Since Dan was reluctant to go shopping (or anywhere, for that matter) Tracy measured him again and did the shopping. When she returned and showed Dan what she had picked up he knew immediately that she had purchased women's slacks for him.

"I had to, honey," Tracy explained. "They don't make men's clothes in sizes that sm – in your size – and the slacks in the boy's department didn't allow any room for your hips. Now these slacks are very mannish in appearance. They're tan – which isn't a feminine color, they have a fly, they're creased and cuffed, and they have wide belt loops. I got you a pair of jeans too, and a couple of pairs of shorts."

Dan still hesitated, holding the slacks like they would bite him, and Tracy was frustrated. She had spent a lot of time just trying to find something that would fit, and it hadn't been easy.

"What does 6P mean?" Dan asked.

"That's just the size," Tracy replied, having already decided that it would be unwise to tell her husband the only slacks that would fit him were women's petites. "At least try them on," she urged.

Dan shrugged and took them into the bedroom to change.

"Not bad, I think they look good on you," Tracy remarked when her husband returned wearing the women's slacks.

"They don't have any pockets in back," Dan complained.

"Sorry about that, but this was all they had. The jeans do have rear pockets," she pointed out "How do they feel?"

"Alright, I guess," Dan replied noncommittally. He was surprised there was enough room in the crotch for his equipment, but the slacks were full cut, with pleats, and they had the added advantage of camouflaging his increasingly prominent hips.

The next day Tracy bought Dan a couple of belts that weren't too different from men's belts – just a bit narrower – and a pair of women's loafers (size 8 ½ ) with a 1 ¾ inch heel. Dan's old elevator shoes were now too big for him, and with only one income she told him they couldn't afford $250 for special shoes. The loafers were only ¼ inch shorter than his old shoes, but of course they didn't hide the fact that the heels were higher than normal. Dan knew they had to conserve their funds so he didn't complain.

Dan was trying to keep a "stiff upper lip" about the continuing changes in his body, but it was a very difficult time for him and he found himself crying frequently and suffering from depression. It seemed like Tracy was his only anchor, and he came to rely on her more and more.

 

After two more weeks Dan had shrunk to a tiny 5 feet 2 inches and a mere 130 pounds. Meanwhile Tracy had reached 5 feet 9 inches and 145 pounds. Dan was becoming worried that he would be like the Incredible Shrinking Man and simply disappear into oblivion, but Tracy dismissed the idea. She knew something else was happening, but she didn't want to upset Dan any more than he already was.

Tracy saw that Dan's breasts were slowly growing and were now about half as large as her own. They were still in the AA range, but his areolae were now nearly an inch across, and his nipples were growing too. He now had a 38-28-33 figure, and if his breasts were still small his bottom had become softly rounded. His facial structure was increasingly feminine, and his arms and legs were those of a young woman. His hands and feet were smaller and more delicate, and he wore a woman's size 8 ½ shoe. The last evidence of his masculinity had continued to shrink, and Tracy estimated that Dan's member was only around 4 inches long, though surprisingly it was still enough to satisfy her.

Tracy's own physique was changing considerably too, though not nearly as much – or as fast – as Dan's. She had grown two full inches, gained 10 pounds, and her 36-27-38 figure had morphed to 38-29-35. Her A+ sized breasts had dropped to a small A at best, and her shoulders and arms were broader and more muscular, though not unusually so for a woman.

One of the problems connected with the physical changes was that Tracy could barely get Dan to leave the house. His hair had grown quite long in the past several months, and in the nearly three months since his last haircut it had lengthened to about six inches. It now covered his ears and collar, and Dan had to constantly brush it out of his eyes.

When Tracy again asked Dan to get a haircut he asked her to do it for him, and she reluctantly agreed – on the condition that they would at least go for a ride that evening. Dan agreed, so Tracy cut his hair, but she limited her work to trimming the ends and cutting the front just high enough to get it out of his eyes. The result was very close to a pageboy cut, which left Dan's ears covered, straight bangs across the front, and a length that just touched his collar in back. She apologized for not cutting more, but she explained that she really didn't know how to cut hair and she was afraid of making him look terrible.

Dan accepted her explanation and promised her that he would get to a barber soon.

Later that night they went out for a drive, and Tracy drove. Dan hadn't driven in over two months and he was now a lot shorter. The biggest reason, though, was that his license had expired. The picture of Dan on his license barely resembled the person he had become.

Dan wore his new tan slacks, a white polo shirt, and his new loafers. His socks no longer fit him, and since he had refused to wear a pair of Tracy's he went without.

Tracy drove around for some time, and about 10:30 Tracy was able to talk her husband into stopping at a restaurant for a cup of coffee. In truth Dan was conflicted about stopping. He was terrified that someone might recognize him or laugh at him, or both, but on the other hand it felt really great to get out of the house – it was a real treat – and he wanted to prolong the moment.

"This way ladies," the waitress invited as she led them towards a booth. Tracy followed automatically, but after several steps she realized that Dan was not following with her. She turned and saw her small husband standing near the door with a sad look on his face, and then it hit her that the waitress had mistaken Dan for a woman. He looked like he was about to break down in tears so Tracy went back to him and quietly tried to calm him.

"It's probably just your long hair," she said reassuringly as she sat across from him in the booth. But even as she looked across the table at her husband she knew it was more than just his hair. His slim build, delicate features, narrow shoulders, thin arms, and female wardrobe all combined to push the gender meter to the distaff side.

But the most devastating indicator was Dan's chest. His small AA breasts swelled slightly beneath his shirt, and his larger, darker areolae were actually visible through the white fabric of his shirt. His nipples made a small but noticeable impression, and though Dan wasn't "well-endowed" by any stretch of the imagination he had enough to give the impression he was a flat-chested woman. No man ever had a chest like that, Tracy knew.

 

The good news was that he hadn't shrunk anymore, and his height had remained at 5 feet 2 inches for two weeks – but that was the only good news as far as Dan was concerned. In that time his weight had dropped to 125 pounds, his waist had narrowed to 27 ½ inches, and he could no longer get an erection from his dwindling penis. It now appeared to be only about 2 ½ inches long – like that of a small boy – and his scrotum appeared to be in the process of dividing down the centerline. It was a devastating change for Dan, yet there was more, too.

His nascent breasts had doubled in size in the previous two weeks, and were now at least as large as Tracy's. As they grew, his boobs had acquired a bit of independent motion, and they bobbed and swayed and jiggled when he moved too quickly. His areolae were over an inch in diameter, and his nipples had grown to about 1/8 of an inch – still not huge but increasingly difficult to hide.

Dan had tried to disguise his womanly breasts by wrapping them with an elastic bandage and wearing loose shirts – most of his shirts were loose on him anyway – and that seemed to help a little, but the bandage was uncomfortable for long periods of time and with each passing day Dan appeared more and more feminine. His features were soft and delicate, his body hair practically nonexistent, and his legs were far too shapely for a man.

Tracy had also changed dramatically in two weeks. She was now 5 feet 9 ½ inches tall, and weighed 150 pounds – 7 ½ inches taller and twenty-five pounds heavier than her husband. Her breasts had continued to shrink, and she now needed padding to fill out her bras. Her waist had expanded to nearly 30 inches, and her shoulders, legs, and arms appeared "sturdy," with a little too much muscular definition for a woman. Her biceps measured a full eleven inches, and she was easily twice as strong as Dan.

Tracy knew they were both at a point where a decision had to be made. Her voice had become increasingly husky, while Dan's was easily in the alto range. Tracy had also noticed an excess of body hair recently, including one or two strands on her sternum, and the hair on her arms and legs was a bit coarser than normal. She was growing tired of the constant tweezing, using a depilatory, and shaving.

Things were also getting a bit odd at work for her. Her co-workers had begun to notice the changes in her, despite her best efforts to camouflage them. Tracy was beginning to hear whispers and notice strange looks, and she knew it was time for a change in employment. She had planned for this, but the logistics weren't that easy, especially if she was to maintain an income to support both of them. The problem with merely changing jobs was that she was positive the changes to her body would continue, and she couldn't afford to keep changing jobs. That was no way to build a career.

When she discussed the situation with their endocrinologist he suggested that, considering the changes that had occurred so far, she try passing as a male when she went job hunting.

"I don't mean to insult you, but I think you could pass quite easily," he told her. "Your size, build, facial structure, even your voice have become more masculine lately. You are, at the very least, quite androgynous, and if the changes continue . . ."

Tracy was not insulted in the least, but she pointed out that she was also growing taller. It would be hard to hide any additional height she might gain.

The endocrinologist nodded and suggested that Tracy try the reverse of what Dan had done. "Get yourself a pair of elevator shoes and wear them to your new job. Then, if you continue to grow you can go to a shorter pair, and perhaps just regular shoes if you grow enough."

"What if I grow more than a couple of inches?" She asked.

"You'd probably have to grow more than that before anyone noticed – maybe four inches or more – but at least wearing the shoes would buy you more time. In the meantime I'll get your birth certificate changed for you."

Tracy agreed to his suggestion and set about to get the items she would need.

 

When Tracy told Dan she intended to look for a new job as a man he didn't like the idea, and he doubted she could pull it off, but he accepted her decision without protest. He was growing more passive by the day, and he was more than a little intimidated by his wife—She was nearly 5 feet 10, and outweighed him 30 pounds. In addition to that, Tracy looked more "butch" every day. Her facial features were sharper and coarser, her shoulders broader, and her waist thicker. It was still a bit too narrow for a guy, but she had a plan to take care of that too.

One evening in their bedroom she borrowed the elastic bandage Dan had been using to minimize the size of his growing breasts. Even before she wrapped it around her Dan could see that Tracy's breasts were smaller than his own, and when she was done they seemed to disappear entirely. Then she wrapped a one inch thick pad of foam rubber around her waist, and when she put on one of Dan's old suits the fit wasn't bad at all.

Finally, Tracy put on a pair of elevator shoes like Dan had worn, and when she turned to face him he saw a six foot tall man looking down at him. Then Tracy removed her trousers for a moment, pulled on a pair of Dan's old briefs, stuffed some socks down the front and replaced the trousers. The convincing bulge added the final touch, and Dan was now convinced that Tracy would be able to pass – easily.

"Now it's your turn," Tracy told him.

"My turn?" Dan asked.

"Yes. In case you haven't noticed it's almost impossible for you to pass as a guy with those hooters, and it's only going to get worse. Take off your clothes and let's see what we can do," Tracy ordered.

"B—but, I'm a MAN!" Dan protested.

"I know that hon, but if your own mother were here she wouldn't recognize you, and you know that's the truth," she said as gently as she could. "Besides," she added, "your breast are a full A cup now. They're becoming difficult to hide, and this bandage" – she pointed at her own chest – "must be painful for you. It's uncomfortable for me and my breasts are only half the size of yours."

Dan nodded silently with tears in his eyes. Tracy was right, of course. He had been desperately trying to hang on to his former identity – his manhood – but deep down he knew that was no longer possible. He was 5 feet 2 inches tall, weighed 123 pounds, and had a 38-27 ½ - 33 ½ figure – with breasts. Despite his miniature penis he no longer looked anything like a man to the outside world.

Tracy took Dan into their bedroom and had him undress. First, she handed him a pair of her panties, and they fit disturbingly well. The waist was perfect, though his bottom wasn't quite as large as hers once was. His shrunken phallus barely made a dent in the fabric.

Next Tracy got out one of her newer 38A bras, and after showing her husband how to put it on, she adjusted the straps for him.

Dan looked down at himself as his wife finished adjusting the bra and saw his modest but growing breasts bundled in the cups, showing just a little cleavage but definitely filling the cups, and his mind reeled. The bra felt incredibly strange, yet the confinement of his breasts gave him a feeling of security in his chest area that had been sorely lacking for weeks. The idea that he was not only wearing a bra, but actually needed one, was completely humiliating to the former sporting goods salesman.

"We'll start you out with some shorts and a simple top," Tracy told him, handing Dan a pair of very short, tan shorts and a red sleeveless top.

The top wasn't much different than a tee shirt, except that the front and back were cut lower, and the straps were much narrower. It also tended to follow his new figure, instead of hanging like a tee shirt. The shorts were much shorter than men's shorts, exposing more of his thighs, and they too were fitted, following the curve of his bottom and hips.

After subjecting Dan to a makeover, and teasing and brushing his hair to give it more fullness, Tracy gave him a thin gold necklace, her watch, and a ring for his right hand. She also convinced Dan that they should exchange wedding rings, and though Dan agreed he had a difficult time making the switch, psychologically speaking. He looked down at the third finger of his left hand and saw the ring he once given Tracy, and the symbolism was not lost on him. Wearing her ring meant that he was now the "wife" in their relationship, with all that entailed.

Tracy gave Dan a pair of natural leather sandals with 2 5/8 inch heels to complete the outfit, and when Dan saw the attractive chick in the mirror he was both depressed and relieved. He was depressed that he looked so normal, so . . . feminine, in his wife's clothes. At the same time he more that a bit relieved that he didn't look like some strange combination of man and woman, like something that couldn't be categorized. The girl in the mirror was definitely a chick.

The heels weren't easy to walk in, but they weren't all that bad either, and after a while Dan appreciated the fact that they gave him a bit of height – something his 5 foot 2 inch frame needed, especially since Tracy was wearing his elevator shoes. After he had a chance to practice Tracy handed Dan her shoulder bag and took him for another ride in the car.

 

It was "official" now – What they both knew was happening had occurred. In the past three weeks Dan's little penis had dwindled away to a tiny nub, and at the same time his scrotum had completely split down the middle and nearly disappeared. The remnants now guarded either side of a shallow opening that had appeared beneath Dan's nub. In the meantime Tracy's labia had swollen to several times their original size and were fusing together beneath her clitoris, which had grown to about half an inch in length. She still had a vagina, of sorts, but it was rapidly closing and it was even shallower than her husband's new cave. There was no problem with anyone leaving the toilet seat up in their family, though the "potty parity" was obviously temporary.

Tracy was now 5 feet 10 ½ inches tall, over 160 pounds, and her chest, arms, legs, waist, and shoulders were more mannish every day. Her voice was deeper, her facial features coarser, and she had the beginnings of sideburns, and a few stray hairs on her chest and face. Her breasts were now barely AA size, and she really didn't need the elastic bandage for most situations now. Her hands and feet had also grown – She now wore Dan's old men's size ten shoes – and she could lift 175 pounds in the gym.

Meanwhile, Dan had "graduated" to a 36B bra. His little breasts weren't so little anymore—they were now average sized breasts for a woman. His waist was 26 ½ inches, while his hip measurement had swollen to 34 inches. He was also becoming prettier every day. His face had a classic oval shape, with wide, bright eyes, high cheekbones, a delicate little nose, and full, kissable lips. His legs were perfectly proportioned, and his hands and feet had become small and delicate. His soft shoulders, thin arms, and graceful neck were a perfect complement to his hourglass figure and soft soprano voice.

Tracy seemed so tall to him that sometimes Dan felt like a child next to her, and it brought out a disturbing awareness of his own weakness and impotence. In an attempt to regain some parity Dan had begun wearing high heels most of the time, especially when they were out in public. Heels helped him look less like a child, and he had gradually increased the height of his heels as he became accustomed to them. Now he was wearing 3 or 3 1/8 inch heels, and though they had hurt his delicate feet at first he gradually grew used to them, and was now considering 3 ½ or even four inch heels. The shoes were still uncomfortable when he wore them for long periods of time, but at least he didn't look like he needed a babysitter.

One of the most frustrating aspects of the changes was the loss of strength that Dan suffered. Though he had never been super-strong before the changes, he had been reasonably fit and somewhat stronger than the average man, but his strength had simply melted away. Lately he could barely lift a full bag of groceries or a basket of wet laundry, and he was forced to ask Tracy for help moving furniture so he could vacuum. It was humiliating to ask for help, and it was even worse that Tracy seemed to take it all in stride. She acted like she expected him to ask, and sometimes Dan got the idea that she wondered what took him so long to call on her.

Through the whole process Dan was aware that he was becoming more and more passive, more and more compliant. He knew that it was partially due to the fact that Tracy was now taller, stronger, more decisive, but there was nothing he could do about it. Tracy was the dominant partner in their marriage now, and Dan found it increasingly easy to just defer to her wishes. It wasn't as if he was compelled to obey her, but as their roles reversed it just seemed natural to follow her lead.

 

After two more weeks Tracy had grown to just over 5 feet 11 inches and 165 pounds. Her chest measured 41 inches, and she rarely used the elastic bandage. Her breasts now looked like well – developed pectoral muscles, and her nipples and areolae were almost normal for a man. Her waist had grown to 32 inches, and she had discarded her padding. Her facial features had become very handsome and completely masculine, and her 13 inch biceps were well defined.

During that time Dan had lost more weight – he now weighed a mere 110 pounds – and his figure had become a very feminine 36-26-34 ½ . His full B cup breasts were tipped with wide areolae and large nipples, and his slender arms and increasingly shapely legs gave him a very sexy appearance.

The most remarkable transformation, though, was in Dan's face. In the past few weeks he had gone from "pretty" to stunning. His wide eyes, classic features and perfect complexion made many girls jealous, and turned the heads of most men when they went out. Though he never made any conscious effort to act girlishly his gestures, posture, and movements had become entirely feminine. A great deal of this particular change was due to the fact that that Dan no longer had a penis. His masculine appendage had completely receded and transformed itself into a little hooded clitoris, which was nestled in his labia, above his vagina.

Without a penis Dan's posture had become indistinguishable from any other female. Now Dan stood with his legs completely together, his thighs brushing against each other, and when he was seated his knees were locked together primly, or his legs were crossed at his thighs. His wider hips, rounded bottom, and high heel shoes gave him an alluring, feminine gait, and when Dan walked his hips undulated with a girlish tempo punctuated by the delicate click of his heels. He was now SHE.

Of course Tracy's development was the exact opposite of her husband's metamorphosis. In the past several weeks her enlarged clitoris had grown considerably, and now she was the proud owner of a small, but growing penis. Her labia had fused behind her new phallus to form a small scrotum, and her vagina had completely closed. Tracy could now feel two small round objects inside her scrotum that could only be testes. She was now HE.

Tracy's mannerisms were almost completely masculine now, and he had developed a swagger in his walk that wasn't merely the natural result of his new equipment, narrower hips, and muscular build. Tracy had grown another 1 ¼ inches since presenting himself as a man, and he had abandoned the two inch elevator shoes in favor of normal men's shoes, which kept his apparent height at about six feet, but from his perspective the most interesting development was his newfound ability to relieve himself while standing.

 

Several weeks later, near the end of May, both Dan and Tracy experienced something they never dreamed would happen. In Tracy's case, the former woman felt his still – growing penis become erect for the first time. It happened very quickly, while Tracy watched Dan changing into a nightgown, and the new man wasn't even sure what was happening to him at first. When Tracy suddenly realized what had occurred he proudly announced it to Dan, who sat and watched jealously as her former wife examined the bulge in his pants in front of a mirror.

It wasn't the largest bulge Dan had ever seen – not by a long shot – but Dan was envious anyway, especially since she was menstruating for the first time.

Despite her jealousy and the discomfort she was experiencing Dan had to smile at Tracy's excitement, especially since she knew that part of that excitement was a sense of relief. Tracy was now a full 6 feet tall, and weighed 175 pounds. His 42 ½ inch chest, broad shoulders, and muscular arms with nearly 14 inch biceps were the hallmarks of a virile man, and his rugged good looks, 5 o'clock shadow, six pack abs, and 33 inch waist made him appear to be something out of GQ. Now he had it all, or nearly so.

Tracy smiled down at his husband – turned – wife. For a moment he considered tossing Dan on the bed and having his way with her, but then he remembered that she was having her period, and he chided himself for thinking with small head. It was so like a man, he realized, but there was a bit more to it than that.

For the first time Tracy had experienced masculine potency – something he had never felt before. All of his life he had been the woman, the one who was designed to be penetrated, and even after the changes began and she became the sexual aggressor she still had to receive Dan's dwindling penis inside her. Now everything had changed. Now HE could penetrate Dan, and SHE would be on the receiving end.

Dan couldn't help noticing the expression that crossed Tracy's face, and she blushed and lowered her eyes demurely, pretending to be looking in another direction.

Though Dan's height was still 5 feet 2 inches, her weight had dropped to 104 pounds, and her figure now measured 35-25-35. Her breasts had grown to where a C cup bra was more comfortable than her old B cup bras, and she had been forced to buy a lot of clothes because her waist and hips were slimmer than Tracy's had been back when he was the woman of the family.

Her feet were also much smaller than Tracy's had been. Tracy had once worn a women's size 9, but Dan was only a 7. When Dan went shopping for shoes she had to consider the disparity in their height. Since she was now a full 10 inches shorter than Tracy she bought several pairs of high heels, mostly in the 3 ½ inch range, but she did select one pair of platform heels with a 4 ½ inch heel and one inch platform soles. Even with the platform heels on she was still about 5 ½ inches shorter than Tracy, and more than that when Tracy had his dress shoes on – but at least she didn't look like a midget.

Tracy had insisted that they go out occasionally, and Dan was forced to acquiesce to her spouse's wishes. The acceleration of their physical changes seemed to have accompanied by a rapid change in their personalities, and while Tracy had become more assertive and aggressive, Dan had grown increasingly passive and deferential towards her spouse. Tracy's decisive manner and his ability to analyze a situation and quickly decide on a course of action amazed Dan, especially since she had an increasingly difficult time making decisions. She seemed to vacillate over trivial matters, and spent far too much time even deciding what to wear, and she couldn't believe that she had actually once been the head of the house, the decision maker. She knew she had lost something special, that spark that had once allowed her to "act like a man," and she was in awe of Tracy's new ability. She even found herself being grateful that Tracy was in fact making the decisions for both of them. Her spouse's decisiveness made her own life much less stressful.

 

When Tracy told her to "get dolled up" because they were going out on the town Dan paused for a moment, but after she looked at Tracy for a moment she simply nodded her head and turned on her heel to go change. Before she had taken three steps Tracy spoke again.

"Wear that new outfit I bought for you the other day. I want you to look especially hot tonight," she ordered.

"'Kay," Dan replied with a timid expression on her face. She still wasn't comfortable presenting herself as a woman in public, and the thought of putting on a sexy outfit made her downright nervous, but Tracy wanted to see her dressed up and she felt a genuine desire to please him.

The new outfit consisted of a tight, black camisole, a black, spandex miniskirt, black thigh high stockings, and black platform sandals with a one inch platform sole and 5 inch heels. Beneath the camisole and miniskirt Dan wore a skimpy black thong and a matching décolleté bra that showed his now deep cleavage.

Dan had been refining her makeup technique at Tracy's insistence, and she was becoming quite adept at the wide – eyed, innocent look her husband favored. Sometimes she thought it was a real pain to have a husband who knew more about makeup than his wife, but when she finished she had to admit the makeup made a stunning contrast to her provocative outfit, and when she finished with her hair she looked adorable.

Before the changes Dan would have been excited to be with the woman she saw in her mirror, but now she felt no sexual stimulation, but a sense of pride. The sight of her still growing breasts bulging forth from the camisole, creating a deep, sharply defined cleavage, even partially obscuring her arms as they curved outwards from her torso before tapering to her tiny waist, was strangely gratifying. Her hourglass figure and perfectly smooth, sculpted legs were incredible, and her dainty feet perched on her platform sandals added to the vision of vulnerable beauty that she presented to the world now.

Though Dan didn't care to parade around in public in the revealing outfit she knew Tracy had begun to take great pride in showing off his gorgeous woman, and whatever Tracy wanted was okay with Dan. Surprisingly, being a trophy wife didn't bother her anymore. It was a role he could play when Tracy asked, and she was increasingly anxious to please her husband.

That night, at the multiplex theatre Dan turned a lot of heads. Most of the women were green with envy—their faces dark and their whispered comments catty – but the men all smiled when they saw Dan, sometimes openly staring at the sweet young thing that clung to her man.

 

Dan wrapped her legs around Tracy's waist and her hands reached behind his neck as she clung to her husband. She arched her back and threw her head back as she felt her former wife enter her inner sanctum. Tracy was standing upright with one muscular arm around her former husband's waist and the other supporting her soft, feminine bottom. Dan was such a tiny thing now that Tracy supported her weight easily.

Tracy felt supremely powerful, and indeed, his 14 ½ inch biceps were capable of supporting far more than Dan's mere 100 pounds. Tracy had continued to grow and become more masculine in every way. He had peaked at 6 feet 1 inch and 190 pounds, with a 43 inch chest and a 33 ½ inch waist. His penis was now over 6 inches long and still growing, and he was incredible virile – at least his feminine spouse thought so.

Tracy loved being the man of the house, especially during times like this, and he kept his little woman occupied almost every night. It felt great to be in control, as he had always known it would, and it was even better when he made Dan moan and scream as he filled her completely. He also loved the sensation of her soft breasts yielding to his hard, muscular chest, but he really loved the sensation of his hard "erector set" pushing into Dan's soft, moist vagina.

Dan gasped as Tracy thrust into her again. She hung on for dear life as her former wife now had his way with her. The sensations were incredibly intense for her – much more intense than when she had been a man – especially with so many more erogenous zones. Tracy felt huge inside her, and she was already learning some of the tricks women had discovered centuries ago to keep their men hard and prolong an orgasm. Her C cup breasts were pressed against Tracy's chest, and the friction of each thrust kept her nipples hard and her vagina tingling.

Dan felt another burst of intense pleasure, and the former man was soon gasping as she went into sensory overload, on the verge of climax. The passion soon overwhelmed the petite woman and she cried out as her man drove her over the precipice of delight into the realm of ecstasy. She felt Tracy penetrate to the core of her being, possessing her, claiming her, and dominating her in a way only a man could do.

Dan had never before experienced such total pleasure, and she surrendered unconditionally to Tracy. Any tiny remnant of her former masculine personality that may have been lurking in the depths of her subconscious was extinguished like a match dropped into the sea. The person that emerged from the encounter was unquestionably feminine and completely devoted to her husband. She was now an old fashioned girl who was happy to be a helpmate and obey her husband the way women once did. She had already relinquished her leadership to Tracy, and now she made a silent pledge to be his devoted follower. She vowed to dress to please her man, to look to him for guidance, and to make him happy.

Much later, during moments of reflection, Danielle realized that she had never been happier.

 

And what caused this remarkable metamorphosis? How could a husband and wife gradually reverse genders and roles so completely? Perhaps we'll never know, but one night after he discovered Danielle was pregnant, Tracy left the house by himself and drove to a nearby lake. He walked out on a public pier used by boaters and fishermen and withdrew a small coin about the size of a nickel from his pocket. After looking at the coin for a moment he reared back and threw it as far as he could towards the middle of the lake. For luck?

The End

  

  

  

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