Becoming

Monday begins with your wife already on your face, her pussy grinding wet and heavy over your mouth, her pinky buried in your taint. In her other hand is the new device she ordered—the soft pink silicone fufu clip, shaped to cover a small cock and balls completely and present them as a smooth, closed little pussy. She pinches your soft, wrinkled button one last time, then carefully works the silicone over it. The material is warm from her hands and form-fitting; once the rear strap is settled and the front is smoothed down, your tiny cock and drawn-up balls disappear entirely. What remains between your legs is a soft, seamless, synthetic vulva—plump outer lips, a faint closed slit, nothing male left visible.

“There,” she whispers, rocking her wetness across your tongue. “My lesbian wife’s pretty little pussy. Soft. Closed. Perfect.”

She keeps you under her for forty minutes while explicit bi and trans clips play. Soft little cocks on feminine bodies, pretty boys and soft trans girls getting stroked or ignored while real cocks do the fucking. Every time a small package appears she reaches down, strokes the silicone lips of the fufu, and calls you her lesbian wife. When she comes she does it grinding hard against your mouth and telling you good girls keep their soft little pussies quiet.

The schedule she tapes to the mirror is longer and stricter than the other versions.

Morning ice bath with the fufu still on – 34 °F – fifteen minutes.

Re-application of the fufu after every bath and every shower.

Measurement photos of the silicone pussy from the front and between the legs, sent to her phone.

Midday: ten minutes of stroking the fufu while watching soft-girl cock clips.

Evening: sixty to ninety minutes of bi/trans/fufu-focused porn with her sitting on your face, pinky on your taint, free hand constantly petting or spreading the silicone lips.

Costume practice in the pink micro panties (over the fufu), black micro skirt, and collar for at least two hours while she calls you her lesbian wife and corrects your posture.

Tuesday the intensity climbs. She leaves the fufu on overnight. In the morning she inspects it, smooths the lips, and adds a tiny drop of lube to the slit so it looks naturally wet. During the ice bath she sits on the edge of the tub and fingers the silicone pussy slowly while you soak, telling you that real lesbian wives keep their little cunts soft and closed for their wives. Evening porn is ninety minutes. She rides your face through three orgasms, never taking her hand off the fufu, spreading the artificial lips whenever a soft trans-girl cock appears on screen and making you acknowledge that yours is even more hidden, even more cunt-like.

“You’re not a husband with a button anymore,” she gaslights gently between moans. “You’re my lesbian wife with a soft little pussy that stays locked and pretty. The men at the party can look, they can even stroke the outside, but this cunt belongs to me.”

Wednesday she introduces the “wife rules.” Every hour you must stand in front of the mirror in the micro skirt and panties (fufu underneath), spread the silicone lips with two fingers, and say out loud:

“I am her lesbian wife. This is my soft little pussy. It stays closed and tiny for her.”

She listens and makes you repeat any line that does not sound sincere enough. The porn sessions now include clips of women using fufu-style devices on small partners, licking the silicone, fingering the slit, calling the wearer “good girl” and “my wife.” Your wife mirrors the actions exactly—licking the fufu while she sits on your face, sliding one finger along the closed slit, pinching the soft silicone until you whimper.

Thursday the fufu stays on from morning ice bath until after the evening session. She Naits any new stubble around the edges herself so the silicone seals cleanly against smooth skin. Costume practice becomes more explicit: she has you bend over the bed in the micro skirt, pulls the panties aside, and fingers the fufu while a video of a soft trans girl getting fucked plays on the TV. She describes in graphic detail how the next party will include men who will be allowed to touch the outside of your silicone pussy while she watches and decides how far her lesbian wife is allowed to go.

Friday is the most intense day yet. Morning ice bath is twenty minutes with the fufu in place; the cold makes the silicone tighten and the hidden little cock inside shrink even further. She dresses you in the full feminine set—pink micro panties stretched over the fufu, black micro skirt, lavender glitter shorts, collar—and keeps you in it all day. Every two hours she pulls the skirt up, spreads the silicone lips, takes a photo, and sends it to herself with captions like “My wife’s soft little cunt” and “Still closed for me.”

Lunch is a ninety-minute facesitting session. The porn is the spiciest yet—soft little cocks being forced into fufu devices, feminine boys and trans girls called “wife” and “good girl” while they watch thick cocks, close-ups of silicone slits being licked and fingered. Your wife comes four times on your tongue, each orgasm accompanied by her stroking or lightly slapping the fufu and telling you that this is what her lesbian wife is for: soft, locked, pretty, and always ready to be used as a wet seat while the real sex happens elsewhere.

In the afternoon she practices the exact dynamic she wants for Saturday. You kneel in the micro skirt. She stands over you, fingers the silicone pussy, and makes you thank her for giving you a proper little cunt instead of a useless button. She tells you the second party will be longer, more intense, with more male attention directed at both of you, and that the fufu will stay on the entire time so everyone sees her lesbian wife’s soft, closed pussy instead of a tiny male cock.

By Friday night the conditioning is absolute. You are smooth, iced, sealed inside the fufu, trained to answer to “lesbian wife,” used to the silicone being stroked and spread and photographed, and dressed in the clothes that complete the transformation. She locks a fresh ice pack over the front of the micro skirt (pressing the fufu flat), hooks her finger in the collar, and kisses you like a wife kissing her wife.

“Tomorrow’s the second party. The fufu stays on. The skirt stays on. You’re my lesbian wife with the softest little pussy in the room, and everyone is going to see it. Stay closed for me tonight.”

She leaves the ice pack in place, keeps the collar locked, keeps the fufu sealed, and falls asleep with her hand resting possessively over the smooth silicone cunt she has spent five full days conditioning you into.