A change of roles by Incognito42

A "traditional" marriage. That had always been your dream. The breadwinning husband and the subservient, obedient housewife, willing and eager to please her Man, to carry His children, to tend to His needs.

You had just never expected to be the housewife.

You had met Melanie in college, and the love had been almost instant. It was a perfect match, in terms of personality and in terms of sexual and romantic preferences. She loved to submit to you, she craved being your subservient housewife, and she wanted to have your babies.

You had both just finished college and gotten married. The contract was one that explicitly stated the duties of the husband and the wife, and the rights of the husband should she disappoint you. You, the husband, had the final say in all things regarding your relationship, and that was how you both wanted it.

That was when the trouble started. Now, you were trying for a child. It turned out she was barren. A rare genetic disease. There was no cure, not even through nano-therapy. Except... a temporary gender swap. It had actually been your idea. Gender swaps were well-tested, and you figured you could stomach being a girl for a short year to start the family you both wanted.

What you hadn't counted on was how dominant the male version of Melanie was. At first, you tried to go on with your usual routine, with you still being the boss, but you quickly discovered it didn't really work for him anymore. For that matter, it felt weird for you as well. It just felt.... wrong, for you, to dominate the person who, for all intents and purposes, was now your husband. Which was why you decided that, for as long as you were a woman, you would take on the role prescribed to Melanie in your marriage contract.

Mel was, obviously, more than happy to oblige your commands, and once he took on your role, things started to work really well. Acting as his submissive wife had you going around aroused at almost all times. At first, your arousal was at the idea of the dynamic, still thinking of yourself as the man in your mental representation of it all, but more and more, you started to submerse yourself in the role, to find yourself as the wife also in your fantasies. Mel had instigated a number of new rules to remind you of your position, and it was definitely having an effect.

It didn't take long before you were pregnant. A few months later, Mel told you to quit your job. He didn't want the baby exposed to the stressful environment of your workplace. In the back of your mind, you questioned the wisdom of this - after all, once the baby was out, you were going to go back and let him handle the wifely role - but you went with it. The stress was probably not healthy, for you or the baby, and Mel had recently gotten a promotion and a large raise, so you didn't really need the money.

Your identification with your role grew with your belly. You cooked and cleaned for your man, your life at home was spent naked as per his specifications, a myriad small rituals enacted to keep you in your place, in your head-space. He had started talking about the time after the birth, how he looked forward to seeing you nurse his child. These talks became more and more frequent, and the scenarios more and more vivid, further and further into the future. You were starting to fear that he was planning to keep you as his wife. And, somehow, that thought turned you on more than anything. The idea of going from the Man of the House to being stuck as the obedient housewife, keeping the house, caring for the children, pleasuring her Husband, carrying more of his children into the world. If you were given the choice, you would never choose this, as arousing as the idea was. But if you weren't given the choice... would you happily accept your lot in life?

It was less than a month until the baby was due before you worked up the courage to ask him. He had just come home from work, you had just given him some stress relief on all four on the kitchen floor. You looked up into his eyes, your arms behind your back in a posture that signalled your subservient position.

"Are... are you going to leave me like this?" you asked, uncertainly. He thought you wanted more action, but told you you'd have to wait until after dinner. "No, I mean, like a girl. Like the wife. You've made me quit my job, you've made me live the life of your little housewife, you've been feeding me fantasies of our future. Are you planning to keep me as your wife?"

He looked at you, leaving a silence for several long heartbeats, before answering. "Yes. I enjoy this too much, I can't imagine going back. And you've taken to the role so beautifully. You're the perfect wife, and you're staying that way."

"But... you can't just decide like that. Our marriage contract states that I have the final sa..."

"No." He cut you off. "Our marriage contract says that the husband has the final say. When we swapped genders, I became the husband, legally as well as physically. I've checked. Our contract is still enforceable, and in its eyes, you are the wife. That is how you'll stay."

He stepped in as tears started to form in your eyes. Embraced you in his strong, secure arms, lifted your head, and kissed your tears. "And, deep inside, I know that is the answer you wanted, my love."