A change in dynamics

You finally pull into your drive way at the end of a long day of flights following a long week of negotiations putting an end to a long six years of running your pharmaceutical startup. It had all started in a grad school lab with your then girlfriend now wife and an idea that you've fought every day to bring to fruition. The world now has a new class of gene editing **** and you have enough money to spend the rest of your days trying to find out what people who don't spend every waking hour at work do with their time.

You park in front of the modest home you and your wife rent and roll your suit case to the door. You guess one of the first things you should do is contact a realtor and move to less spartan accommodations but today all you want to do is sleep. You punch in the code to the lock and listen as the electric motor grinds the lock open, surely alerting your wife to your arrival. It was a little past 5pm and you expected she would want to celebrate the deal's closure.

You push open the door and drag your suitcase inside and indeed your wife is in the living room waiting for you but the expression on her face isn't exactly what you had expected.

"Welcome back honey, we need to talk."

The words had a practiced ring to them, like she had rehearsed them many times and her face was a complex mix of a dozen different emotions.

"Alice, what's wrong?"

She wordlessly gestured to a box on the coffee table that you instantly recognized and your heart sank. It was the box you kept all your shameful sexual material in. Chastity cages, panties, women's clothing, butt plugs, even fake silicon breast forms. All evidence of your secret fantasy that you had intended to take to the grave with you. Your mouth hangs open, Alice continues talking, sparing you from trying to come up with an explanation.

"I was looking for some office supplies in your desk when I found a hidden switch. After I found this... stuff... I checked your desktop and found some files... I never knew you were into this kind of thing..."

If she had found the files then it was surely all over. Stories, videos and captions all with a single theme of feminization and submission.

"I'm sorry, I love you, It's just-"

She interrupted you, she was a brilliant woman and probably had been sitting on this discovery for days.

"I still love you too, but honestly honey this changes things"

You had expected yelling, that she would feel a betrayal that you couldn't have faulted her for. This was different, did you dare hope?