She looks for her husband

Feeling the swelling cock in my hand, I was ready to try it out, but then I heard a loud noise coming from the bedroom. Someone yelling, I thought. Quickly I turned off the hot shower, and stepped out – then I realized. My husband must have discovered that he had changed too. I couldn’t help but chuckle. My husband was – how should I say it --- not someone who often indulged his feminine side. He had an adjustment ahead.

I toweled off, and then wasted a few moments trying to tie the towel around my breasts which were no longer there.  “Oh yeah, “: I thought, wrapping the towel around my waist instead. Even the simple difference of wearing a towel around my waist echoed differently inside.  It brought a swagger to my step.  I felt the hair drying as I stood there – it was my male right to stand there bare-chested and unembarrassed.  I intended to revel in each new male prerogative that had just fallen into my lap. 

I walked down the hall and stood outside the bedroom door, which was open just a crack.  My husband – my wife? – stood in front of the mirror looking unable to quite understand was he was seeing.  His hands tentatively touched his new body.  My old body.  

My body looked different on someone else.  I don’t know if it was seeing the body through male eyes, or just not through my own, but I looked better than I used to think.  I’ve long thought my rear too heavy, at least in recent years, but now, watching it from behind, it looked  --  delicious!  There was a stirring under my towel as I watched my husband look at himself.  I was ready.

I slipped through the door, hoping to surprise him (her?) but he saw me in the mirror.  “What’s happened?” he asked me, confusion and a touch of fear in his voice.
“I’m not sure what’s happened,” I said, and I walked towards him, and pulled his warm body against me.  I leaned down and pulled his lips to mine.  His feminine lips.  For the first time he had to look up at me to kiss.  I held the back of his long hair and kissed him.  His face was soft, there was no beard.  I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and then broke off the kiss.  

“I’m not sure what has happened, exactly, “ I repeated, “but I know what’s going to happen next.”