Star Crossed Lovers

by Jennifer White

 

It was a wonderful romantic night. Paul lay atop a blanket on the beach, his toes in the sand, his arm around his girlfriend Kristen. The stars were so bright, and being so far away from the city, there seemed to be millions of them. The only sound was the relentless roar of the surf, and the gentle ocean breeze.

 

"I feel chilly" said Kristen, who was still in her bikini. She had forgotten to bring her sarong, and now that it was getting late, she felt a little too cold.

"Then you'll just have to snuggle closer" said Paul.

 

Kristen moved closer, so that almost all of her body was in contact with Paul's warmth. She felt much better that way. She felt safe and secure in his strong arms. Paul wondered if her complaint about the cold was really just a ploy for her to move closer to him. Not that he minded!

Kristen and Paul had been dating for a year and a half by now. This was their first vacation together as lovers though. They had moved slowly, at Kristen's insistence. She had her heart broken too many times for her to just throw herself at some guy, even if he was hot. Paul would have preferred things to go faster, but now he could tell that she was really in love with him, as he was with her.

In fact, back in the hotel room, he had something hidden deep inside his suitcase. A ring. He was going to ask her. She was so pretty, so kind, so graceful, soft, gentle, loving... everything he could ever want in a woman. He wondered if he should have brought the ring with him to give it to her at this particular moment. But he decided to stick with the original plan to wait until they got back to the room, where a dozen roses and a bottle of champaigne would be waiting for them.

Paul looked up and saw something.

 

"Look" he said, pointing to the sky. "Shooting stars."

"Oh Paul, how romantic" replied Kristen. "This *is* a perfect evening."

 

As she kissed Paul, he thought about how the evening would get even better for them, once they got to the hotel room, and he proposed to her. He knew that women loved commitment, and proposing to marry her would be the ultimate commitment. He was ready. He was sure that *she* was ready. Tonight would be the night.

 

There was another shooting star, and then another. But suddenly, one of them seemed to grow larger and larger, as if it was coming right towards them! Paul knew that so-called "shooting stars" were little bits of rock or debris falling to earth and burning up the atmosphere. Was this a giant chunk that was going to fall all the way to earth? A meteorite?

 

Suddenly, there was a white flash and the boom of an explosion. Paul tried to shield Kristen from it, but he felt no heat nor any shock wave. It was just a flash of light, and then it was gone.

 

"I think we should go inside now" he said.

"Me too" replied Kristen, who sounded shaken from the incident.

 

They walked back to the resort, and into their room.

 

"I need a drink" said Kristen, her voice shaky as they entered.

"Funny you should say that" replied Paul. "I had something sent up for us."

 

Kristen looked inside, and joyful tears started to fill her eyes. There on the table was a dozen prefect red roses in a crystal vase. Next to the flowers was a silver bowl full of ice, and a bottle of French champagne, along with two flutes for drinking it. She looked up and smiled.

 

"Oh Paul, how romantic!" she said.

 

He closed the door behind them as they entered their room. He locked the door, then hurried to pull out the little black box he had carefully hidden from his lover.

 

"Now we just need something to celebrate" he said.

 

Paul fell to one knee, and opened the box to show Kristen the diamond ring inside.

 

"I love you" he said. "Kristen, will you marry me?"

 

"Of course I will" she said, her face agape in surprise.

 

Paul took the ring out of the box, and slipped it onto her finger. Kristen couldn't stop staring at it. She was *engaged* now. She was going to become a bride! It had been her dream since she was a little girl, and now it was all coming true. She was madly in love with Paul, and everything was so romantic, so perfect. She rushed over to him to give him a big kiss and a hug.

 

"Now we can always be together" he said. "You're going to become my wife!"

"And you're going to be my husband" she replied.

 

Kristen was so excited that she felt lightheaded, and short of breath. She took a seat as Paul opened up the bottle, and poured the bubbly sweet champagne into the two flutes.

 

"To us!" said Kristen.

"To us!" replied Paul.

 

The clinked glasses, then took a sip of the bubbly. Kristen and Paul talked together for hours as they drank the champagne, ate strawberries, then made love together. They fell asleep in bed, in each other's arms.

 

* * *

 

"I don't feel very good" complained Kristen the next morning.

"Me neither" replied Paul. "It must have been something we ate. I bet a quick swim in the pool would wake us both up, and make us feel better."

"You just want to see me in a bikini again" taunted Kristen.

"And I want to show off my fiancee to everyone" he replied.

 

They laughed as they changed into their swimming clothes, and headed down to the pool. The couple played and splashed each other once they entered the water. It did wake them up, but neither of them felt quite right. Paul kept reaching down and scratching himself on the chest. He really itched around his nipples.

 

"It must be an allergic reaction" he said to Kristen. "It feels swollen here. And do the dark rings of color around my nipples seem bigger to you?"

"Oh you big baby" she replied. "Don't be so silly."

"I guess" he replied, but he felt uneasy. He just didn't feel *right*. But they had two weeks of vacation, and he was bound and determined to enjoy it.

 

In fact, Kristen had a plan.

 

"How about we elope?" she said.

"What?" replied Paul. "No ceremony?"

"Exactly. I saw that they have a wedding chapel right here at the resort. Lets make a reservation for next week. I'll buy a dress. Then we can be married right here. Isn't that romantic?"

"Sounds good" said Paul, who was thinking of all the crap he'd be able to duck if he didn't have a big ceremony. His buddies had told him horror stories of being dragged around to help pick out floral arrangements, and stuff like that. If they just eloped, he'd get the goodies without having to do all the hard work. So naturally, he was all for it.

 

The rest of the day was spent making arrangements. They booked a time at the chapel. They went into town, and found a bridal salon, where Kristen picked out a simple yet elegant gown that didn't cost an arm and a leg. It was somewhat loose fitting, so it didn't need to be altered for her. Paul rented a tux from them. In just one week, they would be married!

 

* * *

 

"I feel fat" complained Kristen, as she and Paul ate lunch the next day. Paul had heard *that* one before. It usually meant she was getting bloated, when she had her period. But it seemed strange; Kristen just had a period the week before they came. She was very regular, so it would be odd for her to get one in just two weeks. But Paul didn't know or understand *that* much about the female reproductive system. Maybe chicks had short cycles sometimes, for all he knew.

 

"You don't look fat" he said, trying to be comforting. But of course, by saying *that*, it meant to Kristen that he didn't value her feelings, so it just made her feel angry and frustrated. He should have been caring and sympathetic, not combative! Now she felt a need to defend herself.

 

"I am fat" she said. "My clothes feel tight. Even my shoes seem tight on me."

"It's funny you mention shoes" he said.

"Why?" she replied, still fuming inside.

"Because mine seem *loose*. My feet are sliding around inside, and I'm getting a blister from it."

"You didn't tie them properly then" she responded.

"Yes I did" he countered.

 

They had a little bit of a quarrel, which was quite upsetting to Kristen. They should be so happy, the day after they got engaged. Now suddenly Paul was acting all weird. She wondered if she had made a mistake, or if she was moving too fast. Perhaps eloping wasn't such a good idea after all.

 

They got up to return to their room.

 

"Paul!" said Kristen, upset at what she saw.

"What now?" he asked.

"Why did you roll your cuffs down? You're stepping on the cuffs of your pants. I just bought those for you. Do you want to ruin them?"

"I didn't realize I was stepping on them" he replied. "But I didn't roll my cuffs down."

"Then you're wearing them lower or something" said Kristen. "What's the matter with you today? Why are you being so combative?"

"I'm sorry. I guess I still don't feel quite right" said Paul. "Maybe I should see a doctor. Something just feels... strange. I don't know. Maybe I drank too much coffee, and I'm jumpy."

 

"It takes a big man to admit he's wrong" said Kristen, giving him a hug and a kiss. Paul wasn't so bad after all, she thought as they walked hand and hand back to their room. Maybe it was her fault, and she was being so bitchy. She decided to relax, and let it go. It wasn't worth it. Not with less than a week until her wedding day.

 

* * *

 

The next day, as they were putting on their clothes to go out to breakfast, Paul was alarmed.

 

"I swear my nipples are getting bigger" he said. "They keep itching, and it feels like they're swelling."

"Maybe that's because you keep rubbing them so much" scolded Kristen.

 

She was annoyed because Paul was being such a baby about everything. But worse yet, someone had messed with some of her clothes. As she fastened her bra into place, it felt all stretched out. It was way too tight on her shoulders, and even the cups seemed too big, as if someone much larger had worn it and ruined it.

She wondered: could Paul have been wearing her things? If he had been going around in her bra, stuffing the cups full of who knows what, that might have taken some of the stretchiness out of the fabric. Maybe he had adjusted the shoulder straps, and when he tried to return them, he had made them too tight on her?

She held her tongue, and added more length to the straps. But she decided to keep a sharp eye on Paul. If he had been wearing her things, she needed to know about it before they got married! She loved him, but now she wondered about him too.

Another thought occurred to her: if he *had* been dressing up in her things, that might explain why her outfit wasn't fitting her right today. What if he had worn her things, washed them to get his scent off them, and shrunk them in the laundry? After all, what did he know about washing delicate clothes? If he had put her blouse in the dryer... that would sure explain things.

 

Kristen decided to keep a close eye on Paul to see if she could detect anything that might give away his desire to wear her clothes. If he liked feeling feminine, then surely there were other things he was doing. She watched him rubbing his nipples, as he looked at himself in the mirror.

That made her think back to when her own breasts were just starting to bud. She remembered sometimes having them feel irritated or itchy as they started to grow. What if he had started to take female hormones? If he liked feeling feminine so much, maybe he had somehow gotten his hands on them, and he was self-feminizing. He did appear to have some swelling around his nipples, as if he was starting to develop boobs.

Kristen's face drained of all color, as it hit her: Paul wanted to be a woman! He was dressing up in her things, and he was taking estrogen. She wanted to cry. He was her perfect man, the love of her life, and he had been deceiving her all this time. She decided that if he was going to play that game, then she was going to go right along with it. She would *make* him dress up in her things, and see how he liked *that*. She'd show him what it felt like to be a woman!

 

"How is your chest today, my love?" she said as she walked over to him.

"It still itches, and I think its swelling up" he said, as he turned to look at her.

 

Kristen noticed something odd. He was standing differently or something, because instead of him looking down at her, they were eye to eye. He was trying to make himself seem smaller. Another sign. Although it broker her heart, it made her even more sure that he was trying to become a woman. She would help him with that.

 

 

They went to the hotel restaurant, then tool a long walk afterwards so she could burn off some of the calories. Kristen didn't want to come home from vacation having gained weight! She was always on Paul's case, trying to get him to exercise more, like she did. At least he'd go on walks with her. They went at a fast pace, as they admired the scenery.

By the time they got back, both were sweaty. Kristen had an idea.

 

"Lets take a shower together!" she said, grinning.

Paul of course was up for that! They both undressed, then got into the shower. After they washed each other's hairs then backs, Kristen pulled out her pink shaver. She held it up to show Paul. She would test him now, and tell him that she was going to shave off all his body hair.

If he was truly a man, he'd protest. What guy wants smooth legs? But if he let her do it, she'd know that she was right, and that he wanted to become more feminine. She first shaved her own legs, and the hair around her pussy. Then she started to lather up Paul's chest.

 

"Now its your turn" she said. "I'm going to shave all of that yucky hair off you, so you can be nice and smooth."

 

Paul looked frightened, but didn't protest as she took the shaver and took a gentle swipe at the hair on his chest. He just stood there, and let her do it! She felt almost ashamed of him now. He *did* want to be a woman. In fact, with the hair gone from his chest, she could see that he *was* starting to develop boobs on his chest!

 

"Now do your own legs, and under your arms" she ordered.

 

She watched as he did it. She had to turn her back to keep from crying. Paul wanted to be a woman, and she felt devastated. She went to dry off as he finished up on his legs.

 

Kristen dried herself off, and wrapped the towel around her hair to let it dry. She put on a white skirt and a cami top with a built-in bra, then looked at herself in the mirror to see if her eyes looked bleary from the tears she was holding back. She was quite upset when she noticed a couple of hairs on her chin! That was something like what she saw on old ladies, not on young women in their twenties! She plucked the hairs out, and felt a shiver. It made her feel old.

 

She watched Paul get out of the shower, and dry himself off. She went to her closet, and picked out one of her tank tops. It too had a built-in bra, like the cami she was wearing. The straps were thick enough that she'd be able to get him into it, she decided. It wasn't overly feminine like what she was wearing; it was just plain white.

 

"You know Paul" she said, "with that swelling around your nipples, you could really see it through your shirt."

"Really?" he said, sounding alarmed.

 

Kristen wondered about him. He was the one taking the hormones. What did he expect? That nobody would notice that he was growing boobs?

 

"Oh yes" she said. "They were quite clear when we were walking. But I have something to help you."

"What's that?" he said, eagerly.

"This" replied Kristen, holding out her tank top. "It has a built-in bra. That means there is quite a bit of padding in the front, so nothing will show through. Just like the one I have on now. Can you see the outlines of my nipples, or the rings of color around them?

"Um... no" replied Paul.

"See? It works. Why don't you try this on?"

 

Paul took it from her, and slipped it on. Kristen glared at him. How easily he did this. No protest at all. She watched as he looked in the mirror, admiring himself.

 

"I don't know" he said. "All that padding kind of makes it look like I have breasts."

"Would you rather that people could see an outline of how big your nipples are?" she replied.

"Well, no" he said. "What if I wore a couple of layers?"

"Paul, its hot enough outside that you got sweaty, just from walking. And you want to wear multiple layers?"

"I guess" he said. "Okay, I'll wear this."

 

Kristen wondered if she should try to get him to wear her panties or a skirt. But she decided against it. If she came on with too much too soon, he'd realize what she was doing. She'd be subtle about it, and gradually change his wardrobe. She let him put on is own boxers and shorts. She smiled when she saw his smooth, shaved legs. He already looked quite a bit like a chick. Tomorrow, she'd move him forward even more.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Kristen was in for a rude awakening. As she laid there in the bed, Paul was still sleeping. His face looked so calm and peaceful. But more than that; his skin seemed smooth and soft. Kristen pulled back the sheet to see the little boobs on her chest. But there wasn't a problem: they weren't little anymore.

 

In fact, his boobs looked as big as hers! She stared at them, amazed. But it wasn't just that his boobs had grown so large; it seemed as if hers had deflated. They were definitely smaller. And on her chest, she could see hairs! She was growing hair on her chest, her boobs were shrinking, but Paul's were getting bigger.

 

Kristen covered her mouth with her hand, as she gasped for air. Yesterday, she had realized that her finance was trying to turn himself into a woman. But now it was much worse than that. As he was becoming more and more feminine, it seemed that *she* was starting to change too, in a more masculine fashion.

What if she was starting to turn into a man? That would explain why her clothes were getting tight on her, and why she was able to look right into Paul's eyes. She was getting bigger, while he was becoming smaller! He was becoming a woman, and she was becoming a man!

Kristen started to cry. She didn't want to be a man! That would be so gross! And she loved Paul. She didn't want to see him become a *her*! What was going on? She was so confused.

 

"What's the matter?" said Paul, waking up to see Kristen crying. His voice was definitely higher in pitch than it had been the day before, which sent her into another fit of tears. She couldn't even talk. She just pointed to the two firm mounds on Paul's chest.

 

"Oh no!!" he exclaimed. "What's going on! I'm growing...."

"Boobs" she replied. "You've got boobs. I hope you're happy now."

"No!!!" he said. "This is terrible!"

 

She was upset at him for still trying to hide it. And what had he done to her, that was causing her to go through a change herself? It was like he was stealing her womanhood away from her, and foisting his manhood on her in return.

 

"Kristen?" said Paul. "You... you..."

"What?" she insisted.

"You need to shave" he said.

 

Kristen got up and ran to the mirror. On her chin was something that looked like the "peach fuzz" that a teenage boy would get when he first needs to shave. She hurried to get a shaver, and remove the hairs as fast as possible.

 

"We've got to do something!" said Paul, all in a panic.

"What?" said Kristen. "Go do a doctor, and tell him that you've got boobs?"

 

Kristen was busy examining herself. Her arms seemed so much thicker now, and her shoulders larger. Bigger than Paul in fact. He looked so frail and weak. Her legs seemed bigger too now, while his were looking nicer and nicer (for a woman that is).

In fact, it seemed to Kristen that Paul was starting to develop a curve to his hips. She looked at herself again in the mirror. His curves were developing, but she was losing hers! It almost seemed to her like her head was on some boy's body (although she did still have boobs and of course her pussy).

She studied Paul as she freaked out in front of the mirror. His arms and legs weren't the only thing getting smaller; it sure seemed like his dick had shrunk down too, as if he had just stepped out of a bath of ice cold water. His feet looked so small. But as she looked down to her own, they seemed to big! She'd never be able to get her feet into her favorite pumps again! She felt so coarse. It made her feel like she was covered with dirt. She wanted to take a long shower and wash away this masculinity that was starting to take her body away from her.

She looked at Paul, who was still freaking out. He was crying now.

 

"I'm becoming a woman...." he blubbered.

 

Just what he wanted, thought Kristin. He gets it, and he starts to cry. This was all his fault. She'd show him what he was in for.

 

"To start with" she said in a tone as commanding as she could muster, "with boobs like those on your chest, you're going to need to wear a bra."

 

Kristen was surprised at how deep her voice seemed. It also had a startling effect on Paul; when she spoke to him in a voice deeper than his own, it seemed to really throw him for a loop, and make him obedient. It didn't hurt either than Kristin was now two inches taller than him. She was looking down at him when she spoke. And when she handed him the bra, he obeyed, and put it on. Kristin laughed as he struggled to get it fastened it back. She showed him how to do it, then she adjusted the straps for his shoulders.

 

"Next, you're going to wear panties" she said. She dug around to find the frilliest pink pair she owned, then she handed them to him.

 

"Put them on. Now" she said.

 

He did it! Kristin felt a rush. It was like she was *controlling* him. She had never controlled anyone in her life. It somehow felt good for her to command Paul, and for him to blindly obey her. As she exerted her authority over him, her tears dried up, and she felt a surge of inner strength.

It didn't take much coercion for her to get him into a lacy cami top and a flowing white skirt. He was looking good, as a woman. And that was before she sat him down, and started to apply makeup to his face. Kristen smiled as she made him look pretty, applying color to his eyes, his cheeks and his lips. Although he hadn't shaved all day, his skin was soft and smooth. She had started to grow a beard; he had stopped.

She brushed his hair into the cutest style she could manage. She attached on a glittery butterfly shaped clip on the side of his head, as a nice little touch. She hummed as she put a necklace on him with big dangling beads. It was too bad that all of her earrings were for pierced ears. She would have to buy clip-ons for him. Or make him get his ears pierced! That would be fun.

One thing was unfortunate; her own hands and wrists had grown enough that her rings wouldn't fit on. But Paul's own fingers and wrists were still too big. He'd have to wait for another day for her to put him in full jewelry. She'd have to settle for just the necklace now.

She looked at him, and wondered what else she could do. She smiled as she thought of it: his nails. Kristin pulled out her brightest red nailpolish, and ordered Paul to hold his hand out so she could do his nails. He looked like he was going to cry as she applied to his fingers and toes.

Now all that was left was to get him into shoes. The only shoes of hers that fit her own feet were a pair of flip-flops, although there were a bit too small. He had his own pair, which she had him put on, although they were a bit too big.

 

"There" she said. "Now we're ready to go out to breakfast."

"I can't go out... like *this*!" hissed Paul.

"Like what? Like a woman? What's wrong with being a woman?"

"N... nothing, I guess" said Paul. "But I'm a man."

"No you're not. Not anymore" replied Kristin, who was enjoying how Paul was squirming now. If he didn't want to go out in public like that, then that was what she was going to make sure he did! She wanted to make him squirm. It must have been uncomfortable for Paul, as a guy, to be seen by people looking like a woman. But if he wanted to become a woman, then he had better get used to it!

Kristin decided that it was for his own good. This was all his fault anyway, and he deserved to squirm. Look what he was doing to her! She didn't want to be a man. She felt a need to get revenge on him. Plus, the feeling of power and control was thrilling.

 

Kristin thought about the night when Paul proposed to her. There had been the shooting stars. She decided to herself, that he must have made a wish on one of them. It must have been that flash of light, as his wish started to alter their lives. Now he was going to be a woman, like he always wanted to. She would drag him out in public now.

 

"Come with me *Paula*" she said.

"Paula?"

"You're not a man anymore. So you're not Paul. You must be Paula."

 

She took him by the hand, and led him out the door. She dragged him to an outside cafe at the hotel, with a view of the beach. They sat down, and ordered their food. The waitress never blinked an eye when she looked at Paul.

 

"See?" said Kristin. "She accepted you as one of *us*. As far as she's concerned, you are a woman, and you have always been one."

 

If Paul wasn't wearing a coat of foundation, his face would have looked pale. Now Kristin really started to turn the screws on him.

 

"Look at that guy on the beach. Don't you think he's cute?" she said.

"No!" replied Paul, in an angry tone.

"Not your type? You prefer your men to be dark haired?"

"No!" spat Paul. "I don't want *any* man!"

"But Paula, you're a woman now. And as a woman, you need a man. Ooh, check that hunk out. Maybe he's more your type."

"Please stop" whispered Paul, sounding defeated and broken. Kristin felt so strong to have been able to get him to become quivering fearful and timid. The less he was in control, the more *she* ruled.

 

"That guy's cute, isn't he?" said Kristin, continuing her torture.

 

"I've been watching him!" said the waitress, returning with coffee. "I think he's been here for a week."

"Paula was just drooling over him" said Kristin. "Do you think he's her type? She's kind of shy."

"Honey, when you see someone you like, you need to go for it!" said the waitress.

 

Paul sat there blushing.

 

"She *is* a shy one" said the waitress. "You should take a job waiting tables, dear. You'll get to meet a lot of people, and it will help you come out of your shell. Maybe you'd even meet a mice man."

 

Kristen giggled, but Paul shot her an angry glance.

 

"You're acting like you want me to meet a guy!" he hissed in her ear, as soon as the waitress was out of earshot.

"Don't be such a baby. It's just all in fun" replied Kristin.

"Fun for you maybe. You're not the one having to pretend that they're a girl."

"But Paula, you *are* a girl" she replied.

 

The couple mostly stayed in their hotel room the rest of the day, without speaking much to each other. Kristin was infuriated with Paul for what he had done to her. And he remained silent. Just like a man. His body might be changing, but inside he was still the same stupid stubborn male. Kristin vowed to show him what it was like to be a woman.

 

* * *

 

When they woke up the next morning, Paul and Kristen rushed to the mirror to see what was going on with their bodies. Kristin wasn't happy at all. Paul's boobs were much bigger than hers now. She was several inches taller than him, and she was far more muscular than the day before, while he looked softer and almost frail in comparison.

The curve to Kristin's hips was all but gone, while Paul now had curves. Just the very tip of his shrunken penis now protruded out. In fact, there was so little of his manhood showing, that when he put on panties (at Kristin's insistence of course), you couldn't even tell that he had anything down there. His balls weren't visible anymore. The panties laid flat against him. Between that and his large boobs, you couldn't tell he wasn't a female, once he put his clothes on.

 

Kristin grumbled as she dressed up, in her ever deepening voice. She was forced to wear Paul's clothes today; hers were too small. She looked ridiculous with her long feminine hair, and her manly body. She took a deep breath, and started to cut it all off, as Paul watched in horror.

 

"Your hair!" he said, his voice now high pitched and soft.

"I look like a man now" replied Kristin. "I look silly with all this hair."

 

As she cut it down short, her boyish face and her increasing musculature made her look far more like a man than a woman. Paul stared in amazement, intimidated.

 

"What do you think of my hair, Paula?" asked Kristin.

"If I'm Paula, then you must be Chris" he replied.

"Chris. I like that" she said, much to his surprise. He was trying to taunt her, as she was taunting him.

 

"Get dressed woman" said Kristin. "We're going to breakfast."

 

Kristin seemed so *demanding*. So aggressive in her commands. Paul found it impossible to stand up to her. He quickly put on a bra, then one of Kristin's lovely casual dresses. He fit into her shoes perfectly now, while she was forced to wear a pair of his.

She picked up her purse, and put it over her shoulder. But then she froze, and looked at it strangely. She took it, and handed it to Paul.

 

"*You* carry this" she said, forcefully. "Give me your wallet. You're a chick now, so never let your purse out of your grasp. Tuck it under your arm when you walk, as if you're protecting it from being grabbed."

 

Paul put it over his shoulder, and tucked it under his arm, as she instructed.

 

"When we get back from breakfast, we'll go to the spa so you can get your eyebrows waxed. You look ridiculous with such shaggy eyebrows. Then we'll get your hair styled into something more fitting for a woman. Don't argue, or I'll make you go sunbathe in a bikini by the pool."

 

Paul was frightened by Kristin's commanding demeanor. He nodded, and agreed to her demands. She smiled. He was so easy to control. She liked being able to tell him what to do. It made her feel.... something. Something powerful. Something about being the one to order Paula around. She decided that this is what it felt like to be the man. She decided that she really liked it.

 

The couple went to breakfast, and then to the spa. Kristin read magazines about cars and sports, and snickered as she watched Paul squirm uncomfortably as they waxed his eyebrows, and did his hair. She also had them put nail extensions on him, and paint them. Then it was off to the jewelry shop, where she had his ears pierced, and bought him a pair of large gold hoops.

 

After a light lunch, they returned to their room. Paul started to undress, so he could take a shower. He said he felt dirty, and he wanted to wash off. As he removed his panties, Kristin noted that now there was *nothing* sticking out of him anymore. Now he had a pussy. And seeing that did something strange to her.

She felt a wonderful sensation tingling between her legs, followed by a tightening in her pants. She started to breathe hard, as she felt the rush of blood flowing down between her legs, engorging the new organ that was emerging from between her legs. She undid her belt, took off her pants, and removed her boxers.

There, between her legs was a pair of hairy dangling testicles, along with a fully erect penis, slightly upturned as it throbbed to fullness.

 

"You're getting me hard" she said to Paul, who froze with horror, seeing a big dick between his wife's legs.

 

"Kristin..." he said.

 

"Its Chris now" she replied. "I've got the dick in the family. You've got the pussy. You're the woman. And now, I'm the man. I'm going to show you what it feels like to be a woman. I know what excites a woman, and what gets her off."

 

She took Paul by the arms, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him hard. Paul offered no resistance. He melted into her in fact. Kristen saw the look on his face chance from one of horror, to one of pleasure, as he started to feel it.

 

"You're getting wet, aren't you?" she said.

"Yes" he replied, weakly.

"You want to feel my big dick up inside your pussy, don't you?" said Kristin.

"Yes" he admitted.

"Then get down on your knees, and suck my dick. Once you've got me good and wet, I'll give you what you want."

 

Kristin smiled as Paul fell to his knees, and started to suck on her dick. It felt marvelous. Not just the tingling physical sensation, along with the throbbing and the rush of blood to her head, but also the feeling of *power* as she watched Paul bob his had back and forth as he sucked her.

 

"Now face the bed, put your hands on it, and spread your legs wide apart for me" she ordered.

He of course complied.

 

She came up from behind him, used her hand to find the opening to his pussy, and she gently pushed her fully erect manhood into it. She had always loved it when a man did her "doggie" style, although many men, including Paul, were shy about doing it for some reason. It didn't matter to her; she knew she'd be giving him maximum stimulation around his new clit, while she'd be able to really pump him.

Paul was screaming with pleasure, as Kristin started to come inside him. She let herself come, then she pumped a load into him for several seconds, before she eased off, and let the orgasm run its course. She didn't know what she liked better: the physical feeling of the orgasm, or the look on Paul's face as he realized that he really *was* a woman now, and that he had just been fucked by a man.

That made her get hard again right away, and now she made him lie on his back, so she could do him again. When she was finally through making love to him, he was ready to pass out, as he was overwhelmed with so much pleasure.

 

* * *

 

That afternoon, the couple showered together. Chris dressed Paula up in a pretty outfit. The bra now fit Paula perfectly; her boobs were just the right size for it. She looked at the flat muscular chest on Chris, and licked her lips. Paula was his woman now, and she loved her man with all her heart.

They spent a romantic day on the beach together, before having dinner, then heading back to their room to make love again all night long.

 

* * *

 

It was the big day now. The wedding chapel at the resort had been reserved for them. Paula put on the pretty white wedding gown, while Chris slipped into the rented tux. He was thrilled that he was about to marry such a lovely woman as Paula. He held her hand tightly as they said their wedding vows.

Now it was off to their room, for yet another round of lovemaking. Chris insisted that Paula keep her gown on; he lifted it up, pinned her against the wall, and went at it.

 

"I want to make sure you return home pregnant" he said. "You're going to have my baby."

"I want to have your baby!" said Paula, her eyes closing as she was overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fuck me harder baby. Put your seed into me. I want to be the mother of your children."

 

Chris was so happy about his bride. She was so docile, while he was firmly in control. She did everything he wanted. After they made love, she rubbed his back, then sucked his dick again. Paula was insatiable; she just couldn't get enough of him it seemed. And he was more than willing to do her again and again.

 

"I'm such a lucky man" he said, as they laid out on the beach that night.

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world" replied Paula.

 

Just then, they saw a shooting star.

 

"I wish we'd be together like this, forever" said Paula.

"Me too" replied Chris, "Me too."

  

  

  

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