Yes

I feel my dick begin to get hard. I look over at my wife. My mouth hangs open as I look at her. Or should I say him? He is oozing masculinity. He is checking out his new body, flexing his now extremely real muscles. He lifts his shirt up revealing his very real six-pack. As I watch him my mouth begins to water. I feel drool start to dribble a little out of my mouth. He looks over at me concerned.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Hearing my wife’s inflection from such a masculine voice and body pulls me out of my reverie.

I wipe the drool away. What’s happening to me? Why do I find this man so irresistible? I’m not gay. “I’m fine,” I lie. My voice is now even higher pitched than the fake voice I was doing earlier.

I see him reach down into his pants and feel around, “Oh, shit,” he says, “That dildo turned into a real dick. I have a real dick and balls now,” he says.

“You do?” I ask. I’m now imagining what he must look like naked. His big strong body, his large gorgeous cock, I would so love to taste it, I-

“Did you hear me?” he asks.

“What?” I snapped out of my fantasy. What was happening to me?

“I asked if you have a vagina now,” he says.

I reach into my thong and feel my dick still there. It’s hard and straining against my thong, my fantasy turning me on.

“I still have my dick,” I say.

“That’s weird,” he says, “I wonder if I’d still have my vagina if I wasn’t wearing the strapon.”