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Author's note: This story was one I had been thinking about for a month to pay homage to a few of the hundreds (thousands?) of great stories that I have read. I was prompted into action by a thread on the FM hyperboard regarding top ten stories. I hope that it is received in the spirit that it was intended. On with the story:

 

The Stories Made Me Do It           by: Neo              Neo@acmemail.net

 

"You lazy sack of shit!" screeched my wife.

"Whaaaaaat?" I asked as I looked up from one of the chapters of George Martin's "Perfect Bodies" story.

"How long have you sat at that computer reading that smut?"

"Only um, erm, uh nine hours." I slurred.

"Well that's it! No more! Do you understand me?" Not waiting for a reply she launched into an exhaustive harangue of my faults. "You never do any housework, you never spend time with the kids, you never take care of the dogs, you never work on your class work, and you never, ever notice me! All you ever do is sit night and day in front of that computer reading smut by those perverts on the internet."

I had to admit to myself that a lot of what she said was true. I couldn't really defend myself but I tried to defend my stories. Big mistake.

"Honey, these stories are not smut and the authors aren't perverts. You just need to read some of them with me and you'll see that."

"All right, I will!" she stated. I was a little unprepared for her to take me up on my offer but I tried not to let it show. I'll just pick a nice story for her to read I thought to myself. I was about to list all of Bashful's stories on my computer when my wife intervened.

"HOLD IT!" she snapped. "I'll pick the story." She opened up my downloaded files and began to scan the various stories located there.

"Here, let's open this one up." she said triumphantly. I looked over her shoulder and my heart sank. I knew it was going to be an uphill battle to win this argument now. Staring back up at me from the screen was "Nymphomania" by Ed Miller. I was torn. In my heart this was the best TG story I had ever read but in my mind I knew my wife was not going to appreciate Ed's delicate use of gang bangs and anal sex scenes. I just sank onto a nearby chair and let her read to her heart's content. Occasionally, I would hear her exclaim comments such as "Vile", "Filth", and "Oh, MY". When she finished she turned to me and said "Neo, do you want to be a woman?"

"I'm perfectly happy being a heterosexual male who is married to a great wife. I've got a great job and friends who wouldn't understand." I tried to assure her. "I would hate to try and explain to the kids why daddy's a woman."

"Well, in that case, I don't see any point to you fawning all over these stories and neglecting your family. I normally don't put my foot down about anything but I am forbidding you from reading these stories OR ELSE!"

What followed was a long night of fruitless begging, pleading, and arguing. None of which moved her off of her position one iota. In the end I had to pledge to her that I wouldn't read anymore of "those stories". Before we went to sleep my wife turned to me and said "Neo, you'd better live up to your promise because you'll be held responsible if you don't."

The look in her eyes sent shivers down my spine. I resolved to keep my promise. After all, I did love her and I thought I could see her point. So I went to bed absolutely sure that I would keep my promise.

I almost lasted 12 hours.

I'm sure everyone knows how it is. You get on your computer maybe to check the news or the ESPN website but later you find yourself almost unconsciously straying over to FM, or StorySite, the Outside, or where ever. I wasn't even aware of what I was doing as I brought up "The Facsimile Machine" by Jennifer Miller. I love the combination of her writing in conjunction with some really arousing, strategically placed photos. I guess I forgot about my pledge because I read this story so often it felt like I wasn't doing anything wrong.

I finished reading the story, savoring the moment when Jennifer takes her revenge on Steve. As I read the last line I felt some tingling all over my body. Nothing major, really brief. I barely even noticed it.

Reading that story had gotten my juices going (so to speak) and I moved swiftly onto another favorite. With just a click "Blue Milk" by Bad Irving appeared on the screen. I had loved BI's work from the first one I ever read (SRU: Burglars). I read once again with great appreciation the romantic love story between Alex and Mary that was deftly woven in between some really serious sex! And again as I finished the last lines, I felt that now somewhat familiar tingle.

I had read enough TG stories in my life to know what re occurring tingles might mean. I immediately went to the bathroom mirror and took stock of the situation. My body hair did look like it was disappearing but that was it. I wasn't ready to make the leap into la-la land that I was turning into a woman based on that. Men turning into women by magic just doesn't happen no matter what Paul Jutras says.

Feeling more reassured I went back to my computer. I felt like really getting lost in a story so I brought up "Girl-e" by Paul1954. As I read it (again), I thought to myself that if I could only write half as well as this, I'd post some stories! When I finished the story, I got hit with the familiar tingle but this time it felt even stronger. I again dashed off to the bathroom.

The person in the mirror definitely looked both male and female. My nose was smaller and more pert. My chin, eyes and cheeks had all been slightly reshaped. The total effect was that of a masculine woman or an effeminate man. My arms, legs, and torso appeared to have lost some mass and I wasn't sure but I think was a little shorter as well! My wife walked in on me as I was checking myself out. I yelped as I didn't even know that she had come home.

"Well, well. What's going on?" she asked sarcastically.

"What are you doing home?"

"I just came home to have lunch with my darling husband and see how he's making use of his time." she replied innocently. "So what's going on?"

"Are you doing this to me?" I asked leaping right to the point.

"Of course, dear! I told you that you'd be held responsible for choosing that trash over your family. The only thing those stories get right is that you should be careful about pissing off you wife especially if she's a witch."

"You're not a witch! A bitch maybe but not a witch." I (seemingly) wittingly replied.

"Oh, but I am. You don't have to take my word for it- just look in the mirror."

As she said this, I happened to be sizing up my newly expanded ass so her point did seem logical.

"Neo, every time you read a story you're going to be feminized and eventually you'll turn into a big titted, over sexed whore of a woman who'll suck and fuck anything that moves. So it's simple- don't read those stories and you'll return to your old self or read your stories and take your chances!!"

"All right, damn it!" I won't read them any more." I snarled. I deleted anything from my computer that was related to my "hobby". I went to bed early fuming about my predicament.

The next morning, I went to work on my master's thesis. I have to admit I made better progress than usual. As a reward to myself, I thought I'd at least check my email. I'd forgotten that I had some links to stories in there and the next thing I knew I was fighting an ethereal battle for my soul. I knew that if I just shut off the internet I could keep my life.

But I couldn't.

I brought up "The Roommates: John, Nick, and Nicole" (Author's note: shameless, shameless plug). I had sub-consciously made my decision and was prepared to live with it but I thought that I had better make sure the stories that cost me my manhood are worth it. Just as Nicole finds out she's carrying John's baby the tingle hit my body again. The feeling was, again, stronger than before. I didn't need to look in a mirror to see changes this time. I felt like I was sitting up two inches higher in my chair because my ass plumped up even more. It was easy to see how slender my hands and arms now looked resting on my keyboard. But what was even more interesting was that I had to look over two small but respectably sized breasts in order to see the keyboard. As I looked I absently brushed a long golden curl out of my eyes and I knew instantly that my hair had changed.

"Testing, testing." I said. Yep, my voice was definitely higher. Then I went for the gusto. I'm sure I looked rather strange staring into my pants as I pulled the waistband out. My penis was a remnant of its former self.

Relishing the irony of my losing my manhood because of lack of will power, I read "Days" by Ed Miller. My twisted sense of humor appreciated that I was losing my manhood by reading about a man who was losing his manhood because he couldn't stop masturbating. The feeling hit hard enough this time to almost make me black out. To admire the full effect of yet another story, I did use the floor length mirror. The WOMAN in the mirror was definitely hot. My hips had expanded yet my waist was incredibly narrow. My stomach had flattened out but I think my beer belly just migrated into my chest. I was a very full D cup! I couldn't have been more than 5' 5" and a 110 pounds. My features had gotten softer and sexier. I had lips made for sucking cock. I pulled off my pants and underwear to look at my lower half. My butt was going to attract a lot of ass men, I knew. I was certainly going to be "getting it in the back door". My legs were slender and firm without a blemish anywhere. Of course my legs led me up to my crotch where I couldn't help but notice my cock was gone! But there was no vagina in its place yet! I just had a completely smooth, flat, empty area where my cock and balls used to be! I decided that I'd better read another story asap so that I wouldn't be stuck in this limbo.

I thought that I might as well go out with a bang (pun not intended). JR Parz was one of the first writers I had discovered on the internet and I thought it was only fitting that one of his stories be my last as a man?? Anyway, I selected "Lover's Desire" and drifted off into his world. I felt the tingle just as I read the last line "Just spread the word.....the more that know I exist, the more stories can be told." (Seems appropriate.)

The damage this time was total. My breasts became mountainous. I had to be an F cup. My waist narrowed even more (the tape measure would tell the tale- 20 inches). My hips reached their new 38" resting place. My ass (to quote Bad Irving) looked "as though it was twin islands raising out of the bay at low tide". My golden blonde hair was so long that tickled my ass. I had a beautiful pussy that proved that I was a natural blonde. I was a walking wet dream.

As I was admiring myself, the last part of my wife's spell hit me. My pussy started gushing, my nipples became rock hard and erect and my breathing got fast and shallow. I was the horniest thing on this planet. My pussy was so empty. I could tell that I was craving a hard cock to fill it! I went upstairs to find something to wear so that I could go find some men and....

 

 

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