By Cynthia May
Marty felt wasted. His first full day in his wife's body had been exhausting. As he sat and massaged his tired feet at the restaurant he had to concede she might be right... well time to get her/him home he thought. Marty's assertion that his life was more difficult than Kate's life had resulted in the bet and the subsequent use of the Ring of Change.
After getting his new husband's breakfast along with the baby's, Marty had had to get himself and his daughter ready. Dressing himself was difficult enough, let alone having to get all the baby supplies ready. He didn't even want to think about the feeding he had given Emily his daughter.
Then he made a quick trip to drop the baby off at day care before heading to the mall to start his workday in the women's fashion store. Squeezing oversized women into undersized outfits for five hours was tough. Standing in heels all that time tougher!
The gym had been an experience and more than a little tiring and the hour in the salon while not strenuous was embarrassing. Then he had to pick-up the baby and take her home. Then the housework! Dishes, vacuuming, washing and bed making. Then another breast-feeding! Marty found that a most tiring task. After that it was bath, change, and bed for the baby. It was 6pm and time to prepare himself for dinner in town with Kate and one of his clients. Shower and climb into eveningwear. Makeup, lingerie and another pair of heels!
The baby-sitter arrived at 7pm, half an hour late! Marty rushes to the city, finding a car park was terrible. Then he is forced to walk six blocks to the restaurant.
He has to smile sweetly at his client, now Kate's client for the day. Marty listens as his wife and the client who have both had a few drinks while waiting for him, get a bit crass and blokey. Dinner is nice but the company not so.
Then he had to drive the boozed Kate home after clinching the deal by promising to help the client with his tennis game!
Upon asking Kate how tough her day was Marty got a sarcastic comment about playing on the net all day getting naughty pics from his mates in email and being waited on by his secretary?
“You know Kate, I concede, your day is much much tougher than mine is after all,” a weary Marty admitted as they bid goodnight to the baby sitter.
Kate in her current state only laughed at her flustered husband.
“Oh honey it's not even a whole day and you're giving up” Kate slurred out in Marty's voice.
“What do you mean the days not over Kate” Marty inquired of her swaying wife in his male body.
“Well my sweet little wife” Kate whispered “have you forgotten how your days always end after you've been out juicing up your clients?”
Marty took a backward step from Kate as the realization of her words impacted on his brain.
“Oh, no way Kate we are not going too...”
Marty's words were stifled by Kate who leaned forward and planted a big kiss right on Marty's mouth, her male tongue driving deep inside her former mouth. As they broke the kiss which Marty would have preferred didn't happen Kate reminded him in no uncertain terms that the bet was for one day and seeing as they changed when they woke this morning that there was still eight hours left of the bet.
“But I already conceded Kate, you were right I was wrong, your day is more tiring” Marty protested.
“Sorry honey-bun but we agreed to experience a normal full day as each other and I am going to honor or should I say enforce that stipulation... my cute little wife!”
Kate's words had Marty's mind reeling, how could she think that they would have sex using each other's bodies? Was she crazy? Marty was deep in thought about this turn of events when he felt himself being lifted off his feet. He growled at Kate “put me down!” she laughed. He bashed his small fists against his old chest in futility as Kate turned and began to head for the bedroom. His slippers fell to the floor as he struggled against his old body in vain. Kate arrived in the bedroom and plonked Marty down on the bed!
“Look Kate there's no way we are going through with this” Marty protested!
“Marty are you going to welsh on the agreement” retorted Kate?
“So what if I do” snapped an agitated Marty?
“Well you forget who's wearing the ring Marty my sweet wife” Kate replied.
“And besides we had a deal, I intend to honor it and so should you!”
Marty sat on the bed looking at her old body getting undressed. “Please Kate don't do this to me” Marty begged openly now his eyes full of fear. Until then he had been angry and resistant but now he feared his only way of avoiding his wifely fate was to plead with Kate. His eyes welled with tears as he begged.
“God Marty I was just about to reconsider until you gave me that sad look and soppy chatter”.
With that, the half drunk ‘new man’ Kate put her hand to her cock and felt for the umpteenth time today the rock hardness of an erection.
Kate had been totally stunned earlier that day as she sat on the train into the city. In the hour since she had changed into Marty's body and left for work she had three full-on erections to deal with. Spontaneous and unprovoked, well nearly...
Just the sight of exposed thigh on the train from any woman was enough. Eight hours at work and numerous visits to her office by various female staff had caused her too much arousal. Then as she watched women at the restaurant it was all she could do to avoid heading to the washroom and grabbing it for not the first time.
Then, Marty had arrived, dressed in one of her best outfits. One look at her old body sauntering in and Kate knew that regardless of the bet she was going to honor it's time span and all that might go with it!
Kate continued to rub her crotch through her trousers. Marty's eyes were somehow transfixed on this sight. He had seen it many times before but never from this position.
Marty's mind swung back to that fateful day in the attic a month ago when Kate had found the ring amongst her grandmother's belongings. Gran had disappeared without a trace three months before as if into thin air, nobody was ever found. Kate had come down the stairs wearing the ring and showed Marty how beautiful and old it was. With sad resignation in her voice Kate spoke about her departed gran.
“I miss her Marty, she was so sweet and lovely she was very stunning as a young girl you know” Kate said.
“She had the most amazing green eyes” Marty responded.
“Yes she did” replied Kate who followed with the prophetic words “I wish I had her eyes!”
Marty looked funny at Kate. “What's up?” Kate asked?
“Kate honey you won't believe this but your eyes are green” Marty stammered!
“My eyes are brown Marty... three years of marriage and you never noticed my eye color.” Kate was fuming!
“NO NO NO” Marty screamed! I know your eyes are brown but right now they are the same green as your Grandmothers!
“Bullshit Marty”!
“If you won't believe me Kate, look in the mirror”!
“For heaven’s sake Marty this isn't funny, here, hand me that make-up mirror over there.”
Kate gazed at disbelief in the mirror; her eyes were in fact exactly like her missing grandmothers. The more she looked the more Kate felt bound to say something else.
“I wish I had her face” Kate almost whispered the words.
As she watched the mirror her grandmother appeared in it. Marty tried to state the obvious but Kate simply shushed him.
“I wish I had her face, when she was twenty” Kate now uttered.
In a few seconds a new face looked into the mirror at Kate. She wasn't sure if it was her grandmother at twenty years of age but it sure wasn't Kate's. Lowering the mirror Kate looked at Marty, his face was white. After a pause Kate smiled. “So Marty, what do you think?” Marty stammered and stuttered but finally he said “the ring?” Kate looked at the ring on her finger and slowly nodded in agreement. Kate was about to wish her old face back but it happened by itself. Kate was later to realize that it didn't need words, just thought to execute a change.
Kate spent days exploring the ring and found she was able to make almost anything of herself. She could mimic another body she saw, make herself younger or older even make her clothing change to fit the body she changed into.
She didn't go to work for two days due to her desire to play with this amazing ring. Marty did though, after all someone had to earn a living, although what he really wanted to do was see what the ring could do. Kate put the baby in daycare for the day.
Once alone Kate changed herself into a twenty-year-old with an over-sized chest. She decided a trip to the gym might be in order. Squeezing herself into her old leotard and grabbing the rest of her gym things she went out for an hour of fun.
Realizing she needed petrol for the car she was forced to stop to re-fuel. Panic set in when she realized she only had photo id credit cards to pay with. Kate was then amazed to see her ID cards had changed with her body! Her license now read Lucy Miller and the picture matched how she looked now. This was too much. She got out and filled the car and got a thrill as she noticed the attendant giving her a good once over as she paid, standing there in her exercise outfit. Her breasts straining against the black Lycra outfit. The session at the gym was even more thrilling. Kate was not unattractive but she was just over thirty and had just recently had a child. Now as a trim young thing with large assets she was a totally different animal. Home again and Kate returned herself to normal, except she took a few inches off her waistline and thighs of course.
Marty arrived home from work to find Kate still playing with the ring. He knew this because the woman who greeted him at the door was Cher!
“Kate what are you doing” was all Marty could say at first.
“Oh Marty didn't you have a thing for Cher once upon a time?” Kate spoke in Cher's voice.
“Well it's not right Kate this ring thing is going too far,” Marty said with more than a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
“Marty I wish you had a sweeter tone sometimes!” Kate snapped back.
Marty started to speak in reply only to hear this breathy sweet girly voice escape his lips. Startled he stopped speaking after the first word as he and Kate looked at each with surprise. Kate spoke first “Marty, did you put that voice on?” Marty refused to answer, a worried look on his face. “Come on Marty say something, anything” Kate demanded. Then they heard it again as Marty finally spoke.
“I um. I err. Kate change my voice back, now!”
“Oh Marty that's such a sweet voice you have” chided Kate with more than a hint of laughter in her voice.
“Kate!” Marty attempted to sound authoritative and masculine. Sadly all that came out was a young girl's voice. “Kate you and that ring did this, now undo it!” Marty continued although the very sound of his voice made him wince and Kate giggle.
“Oh sweetie you do sound so cute” was all Kate could get out without giggling.
“Kate how can I go around sounding like a sixteen year old girl.”
“Gee Marty your voice is sweeter but your still whining the same.”
“Probably cause I'm not supposed to sound like a sixteen year old girl Kate.”
“Marty relax, I can fix it.”
“Well Kate fix it now! Make my body and voice match before I get really angry!”
Kate was taken aback by Marty's anger. So much so that she paused and took in the sight of a steaming Marty so keen to have his voice match his body. Kate also knew that she could now change people other than herself. Then the idea hit her. Kate closed her eyes and concentrated then she heard Marty's girly voice scream. She opened her eyes looked at Marty and smiled. Before her stood a sixteen year old girl, with blue eyes and pouty lips. She was dressed in little denim shorts and a white crop top, which just covered her slightly large breasts. She wore open toes sandals and her all her nails were painted pink. She was quite stunning and looked a lot like Marty, although the look on his face was one of fury.
“Kate this isn't funny,” said a now inconsolable Marty.
“Oh come on Marty lighten up, or should that be Martine?”
“Kate I said to change me back. Now do it!”
“Ah excuse me Martine you said make your body and voice match, and now they do!”
“Stop calling me Martine and change me back now Kate!”
“You know you’re still whining Martine, maybe you need to spend some time reflecting on your anger. I'm going out for a while and ‘you’ can be the babysitter for the night!” Kate snapped and grabbed her car keys.
“Kate get back here,” Marty yelled as he followed her out to the car.
“Or what Martine” replied Kate? “Besides if you check yourself out you'll realize the guys who live over the road have already spotted my new babysitter, so best you hike your little girly tushie back inside and take care of Emily until I get home. Do I make myself clear? Martine!”
“Kate don't do this to me” Marty pleaded.
“Maybe when I get home you'll be more prepared to be a nice young lady” Kate spoke like a mother to her teen daughter.
Marty's eyes were downcast as he made his way back inside the house and Kate drove off. Why had she done this to him? Was it simply because he became angry with her for fooling around with the ring. Marty made himself some dinner but didn't feel that hungry. The baby required a bottle and changing which he did before putting her to bed. He watched TV for a couple of hours before he realized he had to use the bathroom. That was another experience Marty never considered he'd ever have! In the bathroom he stopped to see what he looked like in closer detail. Gee Kate had done a job on him all right; he was the epitome of a teen honey. He sneaked a peek at his boobs inside his blouse. Expecting to be aroused he found he wasn't especially. Then something happened; he felt he was changing, mainly because the bathroom mirror was disappearing from his view. He was shrinking! Running to the bedroom and the full-length mirror Marty was horrified to see he had indeed shrunk. Worse than that he now appeared to be about ten years old, maybe younger!
Kate had been sitting in a movie and afterwards was enjoying a quiet coffee when a mother and daughter who were leaving the film wandered past arguing. The mother scolded her daughter for acting like a three-year-old instead of a nine-year-old. The image of the girl caught Kate's eye and she immediately found herself thinking of Marty's earlier whining at home. Checking the time she decided that all would quiet there, time to see if the ring had a range that it would work over. Kate hurried home to see if it worked!
Marty sat disconsolately on his bed that he noted had appeared in the spare bedroom after he was changed. It was the perfect little girl's room and was all light and pink and young girl's toys were accompanied by a bookshelf of books for young girls. The whole sight depressed him. He began to brainstorm the whole situation. A thought popped into his head that grew and played on his fears.
What if the ring has a limited number of uses? This single thought sent Marty's mind reeling forward at a rate of knots. “What if Kate was unable to change me back!” Marty spoke these words aloud. Quickly Marty found himself thinking that he could be stuck this way. I could no longer be Kate's husband and there would be no choice but to become her daughter! My own sweet Emily would become my little sister! And as Marty now would never have existed, only his new form Martine. Kate would have no choice but to find cheaper accommodation than their current house which was still well short of being paid off. Perhaps even forced to into a cheaper neighborhood. An unmarried woman with two daughters and only her income, was not something Marty looked forward too. Then of course he would have to return to grade school! Having to attend class every day along with homework and teachers! Also puberty would hit Marty. He would have to have Kate sit him down and explain all those icky things women had to put up with. And of course he would start to develop. First breasts then hips! The awkwardness of the young girl had to be worse than it was for a young boy. Marty shed a tear as he realized he would also be unable to fulfill Kate's other need, that of her husband and lover. Marty knew that perhaps in a couple of years maybe less Kate would have to begin dating. Marty would have to put up with being his wife's eleven or twelve-year-old daughter as prospective suitors plied their trade. Having his hair ruffled by an assortment of men as they tried to win over the children of the woman they courted. Sitting at dinner tables of restaurants as Kate was wooed. Finally she would be in love with someone who could give her what she needed and support her family. Marty would find himself confined to being Emily's babysitter, as Kate would spend nights with her new fiancé, perhaps at his place. “Oh god” Marty muttered. The horrible thought that he'd be lying in bed one night and he would hear the grunts of groans of Kate's lovemaking with her ‘new man’! Then the natural progression, the now teen Marty would be a flower girl at his own wife's wedding. Standing there in a beautiful dress beside Kate as she gushed her vows to her new husband. Now she'd be a thirteen-year-old and with a step-dad. Going on family outings and perhaps a bedtime curfew! Then the announcement, Kate ‘now mum’ was going to have another baby! Kate's growing tummy would anger Marty but he had to realize that Kate was only thirty and she and her man wanted a child of their own. Jealousy would be hard to avoid for Marty and his sister Emily. The baby would arrive and Kate would be so happy. Maybe his step-dad would find little to get excited about once his own child was in the house. Marty and Emily would become nothing more than extras in the family play? Forward a couple of years and Marty is now sixteen. Clothes, make-up and boys now dominate his life; he might even be a cheerleader. Would twenty-eight years as a man stop him being a woman after only seven years? Kate would have to sit him down and tell him what women need to be aware of. He knew what he was like as a teenage boy and now regretted he had thoughts about girls he had been with as nothing more than conquests! He did not want to be some boy's conquest! Maybe he'd be a lesbian? Would his natural male instinct steer him towards other women? Even though he didn't want to be with a guy it might be easier than being gay. Then high school and college, would he go to university? A job and a career if being a woman didn't hold him back professionally. Oh my then maybe marriage and children!
Marty was in a cold sweat and shaking when Kate came into the room. She spoke to him but he didn't respond. Finally she realized something was wrong and she grabbed him and shook him. “Huh?” Marty snapped out of his fear-induced thought-coma.
“Are you all right Marty?”
“Um yeah ah I was just thinking.”
“Well you looked like you had seen a ghost and was frozen with fear.”
Marty was back to reality and as he stared up at Kate looking down on him he suddenly boiled and overflowed.
“KATE HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME” Marty screamed his words as loudly as he could.
“Marty calm down and don't be so agro” Kate tried to soothe him, she didn't know where Marty's mind had been though.
Marty didn't stop his tongue-lashing, giving Kate both barrels of his rage, sadly most of it was incoherent. Kate was stunned but certainly not amused.
“Marty I leave you home for a few hours to contemplate your unreasonable anger and instead of embracing your situation and learning from it you are more angry than ever.”
“Knock it off Kate, change me back NOW!” Marty squealed and actually stamped his little girl feet.
Thinking back to the mother and daughter at the movies Kate made up her mind.
“If you're going to act like a two-year-old Martine then you can be one!”
Marty went to stop Kate by trying to explain his thoughts but it was too late, he shrunk dramatically now until he was no higher than the bed which now had sides like jail bars. A cot!
Marty blinked in disbelief before looking up at the giantess that was Kate, who deftly bent down scooped him up and placed inside the cot. Marty now found himself in a little pink jumpsuit with a teddy bear pattern. He tried to tell Kate his thoughts but they were a little jumbled and he didn't have full command over his speech. The pacifier in his mouth was the problem but he hadn't noticed it until it plopped out.
“Now Martine perhaps a night as a two-year-old will calm you down” Kate spoke scornfully but gently to the new babe. “Lay down and go to sleep and Kate will look after you.”
Marty felt tired now anyway, and as Kate replaced the dummy in his mouth he felt too tired to fight and lay down. Kate pulled the covers over him and he was asleep in a couple of minutes. Kate switched the night light on and with the look of an adoring mother wished her husband pleasant dreams.
Kate too was tired; this changing process seemed to leave her a little fatigued. Best she keep it to a minimum she thought. Changing for bed and pulling out a negligee Kate couldn't resist a little play though. A little concentration and she had breasts the size of large melons and they were firm and pert. She spent a pleasurable hour playing before sleeping with them. Tomorrow Marty would not be going to work either!
Five in the morning and the sound of Emily crying for a feed drew Kate from her slumber. As she sat with her baby daughter in her arms and began to feed her Kate began to wonder about Marty and his night of toddler sleep. He was awful upset last night and his anger was astounding. Marty was a nice man and Kate loved him but somehow he seemed to not see things for what they were sometimes. He often flew off the handle without thinking. Never in a dangerous or physical way, He just went off down the wrong path speaking without stopping to listen to anyone. He was right and he wouldn't hear any other line of thinking.
Kate heard Marty stirring in the spare room and as she burped little Emily and changed her, she had a devilish idea. Emily was soon asleep in her room and Kate padded into the spare room, which had changed into another child's room with Marty last night. She looked down to see Marty just stirring a little and beginning to wake. Kate reached into the cot and lifted Marty out. Marty was groggy but also tried to talk to his wife but only toddler words were possible. Kate shushed Marty and told him to relax. Looking around Kate saw the room contained a rocking chair. Slipping herself and Marty into it Kate grinned at Marty. Marty looked up at his wife and was now awake, he knew it was early as it was still dark. Kate had him in her arms and was cradling him. Then he got the biggest surprise; Kate slipped her still ample breast out of her nightie and raised Marty to it. Marty found himself face to tit! Kate giggled a little as she saw the stunned look on Marty's face.
“Go on Marty, make the most of this opportunity. Besides Emily was full on just one of these monsters so I need someone to empty this one.”
Marty wasn't sure about this but he also felt hungry and he couldn't refuse. Slowly at first then greedily he began to suck on his wife's breast and was rewarded with the sweet taste of mother's milk. Marty began to really suck and Kate found it quite a bit of fun, that is until Marty's efforts led to him biting Kate.
“Oh Marty that hurts, stop” cried Kate but Marty couldn't stop. His baby suckling instincts had kicked in and he was draining the massive breast. Kate had created a ten-tooth monster. Before she knew it her thoughts of Emily and her gentle gummy sucking took control and Marty found himself changing again... backwards! Kate noticed the change and saw Marty change into a twin of Emily! “No teeth now” Kate muttered to herself, as Marty didn't miss a beat in his drinking. Finally Marty's mouth slipped off the giant breast with a plop. He was totally full and he felt so tired. He also had a rumbling in his tummy. Kate recognized the look on Marty's face from the same episodes with Emily. Slinging Marty up over her shoulder Kate patted her husband's tiny back until a giant burp emanated from Marty's mouth. Marty felt relief. Kate then realized what was coming next as Marty's face screwed up. Marty suddenly realized that he had no control on his bowels. Within a matter of seconds Marty did what most baby's do after a feed. He dirtied his nappy. Kate knew it too and looked down at Marty with a mixture of amusement and resignation. She was going to have to change him! Ten minutes later both Marty and Kate were both in a better mood now that a fresh nappy covered Marty.
He felt tired and tried with every bit of his energy to tell Kate to change him back. He managed to get the words “Mardi” and “back” out but that was all he could muster as he felt sleep taking over. Kate saw Marty's eyelids flutter shut as she nursed him and then placed him back into his cot. Looking around she noticed this room now mirrored Emily's exactly. Kate slipped back to bed and switched the alarm off an hour later. She didn't wake until eleven am when she heard one of the girls cry out.
Kate sat up and realized the breasts she'd given herself were way too cumbersome for normal life and reverted herself back to her normal measurements. Sliding out of bed she cocked an ear to see which room the cry had come from. All quiet, “good” she muttered to herself “I have time for some coffee and a read of the paper”. Twenty minutes of blissful solitude and a cup of hot coffee later Kate went to Emily's room and found her gurgling happily. She picked her up and wandered into Martine's room. Marty was awake but quiet, almost sullen. “Oh come on Martine” Kate said, “it’s not like you're in any pain, getting breast fed this morning must have been a hoot for you?” Marty looked up but couldn't find any words or even form any words, he just gurgled. He was after all only seven months old. Kate scooped Marty up and now had the twins in each arm. “Well ladies what shall we do today?” Kate chirped. Marty could only look pleadingly to Kate to change him back but Kate had made up her mind over the paper this morning that Martine was going to be Emily's twin for a little longer. “You know girls I saw something in the paper that’s happening today and I think you’re going to love it!” Kate spoke as if the two tots were adults but she sort of knew that Marty understood, least she hoped he could. Marty could understand Kate but not much else, he just wished he was Marty again. “We best get you two all bathed and prettied up. Mommy is going to give her twins a treat!” Marty felt confused... twins? What did Kate mean? He soon realized when Kate strolled into the bathroom and Marty saw his reflection in the mirror. He was Emily's twin! If his earlier fears of the number of uses of the ring came true this was going to be too weird.
Kate put Marty through the indignity of a bath with his daughter. Marty struggled to comprehend his situation and all Emily wanted to do was play splash with her new familiar looking playmate. The two girls were dried, powdered had nappies put on them and had their hair put in identical styles. Kate had the two of them on the floor in the living room when the phone rang. She told them to “behave themselves” and raced out to the kitchen to answer it. Marty lay there wondering what would happen to him if something was to happen to Kate, his small mind tried to imagine he and Emily being put up for adoption. Emily pulling his hair interrupted his thoughts! She had rolled over onto her tummy and was half crawling over him. Marty tried to maneuver himself but found he was unable to get out of his position of lying on his back. Emily meanwhile was sticking fingers in his face and generally being a baby. She managed to get herself on all fours in a crawling position and took off. Marty tried to do the same but couldn't. Emily was heading towards the front door, which wasn't open, but Marty felt danger. He couldn't call Kate, or could he? Summoning up a big breath Marty let out the biggest scream he could muster. Sure enough Kate came bounding into the room. Marty looked up at his huge wife and felt reassured. Kate had to be careful with twins he thought.
Kate looked over to Emily near the other end of the room, “Martine” she called in an exasperated voice. “Don't think you can get out of things so easy young girl!” Kate continued. Marty looked up stunned; Kate was talking to Emily but calling her Martine? He watched from his prone position as Kate walked over and scooped up Emily and brought her back. Kate dressed the two girls in identical outfits except Marty's had an E on the pocket of the jumpsuit and Emily had an M on hers. Marty might have been a baby but he knew Kate had mixed them up! As Kate put them in their baby car seats and drove off she kept talking to Emily like she was Marty and vice-versa. Marty tried but just didn't have the ability to make his wife notice.
The family soon found themselves at the big city mall and Kate placed the twins into a twin pram and wheeled her daughter and husband inside. Marty soon found out the surprise. Photos! Kate had seen a special offer in the paper for twins to get their baby photos taken for free and had jumped at the opportunity. So for the next thirty minutes Marty and Emily were decked out in fairy outfits and cajoled by a young woman photographer and her assistant to smile. Marty knew how to smile but couldn't seem to sit up; he had to be propped up. Emily had no trouble sitting for her picture but they couldn't get her to smile for quite some time. Finally the ordeal was over and the fairy costumes removed and their jump suits put back on, still on the wrong babies though. Kate softly chided the baby she thought was Marty for being a spoiled sport by not smiling. While she praised the baby she thought was Emily for showing her sister how to be good.
For the two next hours Marty got wheeled around the mall while Kate did some window-shopping. Then she parked the pram at a stage area. There were lots of babies around, crying, feeding, and laughing. The PA announcer called for entrants. Marty suddenly realized that there was another surprise as Kate scooped him and his daughter up out of the pram and up on the stage. A baby show! Another hour later and Emily and Marty were on the way home and Emily wore the winner's sash, which she chewed on. Marty found it hard to work out how he had lost to his daughter but by now he could care less. The sheer humiliation of being taken to the baby change room and changed in front of a crowd of women and other children was the single most awful thing to happen to him.
The next couple of days being treated as Emily by Kate were beginning to tear at Marty's mind. He found it increasingly harder to remember things from his life and being unable to feed, clothe or bathe himself, were taking their toll. The constant breast-feeding was doing something to him too and the soiled nappies were destroying his confidence. The baby food was awful and being tired after just an hour or two after waking seemed too easy to accept. Marty knew the longer he stayed this way the more he would adapt to it!
Finally after three days as twins Kate had had enough, she was beginning to feel run down.
“Ok Martine I think it's time we ended this, I'm going to change you back” Kate told Emily.
Marty just cried as he tried to get Kate's attention.
“Emily Emily its ok darling mommy hasn't forgotten you, soon you'll be the only baby of the house” Kate now spoke to the crying baby she believed was Emily.
Kate stood and thought for a moment. Then she made a call, Marty couldn't hear it and frankly if he could he was beginning to doubt whether he'd understand an adult conversation anyway. Moments later Kate had dressed the two girls for outside and they were in the car. In a moment they were stopped. Kate got out and removed Marty from the car seat. She looked over to Emily and said “Marty I want one day with you like this to myself, I'm just going to put Emily in daycare for the day. It's just you and me then.” With that she whisked Marty quickly inside the facility signed him in as Emily and was gone. Marty found himself in a cot with twenty other infants in a room with gentle music and animals painted on the walls. That was one long day!
Kate spent the day taking Marty to lots of places he could go as a baby and not be suspected of anything. She took him to the gym and was cuddled by women of all sorts, she took him into the locker room while she showered and women in various states of undress got to hold him while Kate got ready. Kate took him to her work and did three hours of work while staff and customers fussed over him. Especially Wanda Tonkin, Marty really had the hots for the young sales assistant. Kate knew Marty would love the big cuddles Wanda gave him while Kate worked. Kate took him for cappuccino at her favorite coffee shop and Marty behaved so well tucked in the pram. More shopping and finally home just before it was time to head back to day care.
Marty knew by the look on Kate's face when she picked him up that something was wrong.
Emily wasn't in the car and when they arrived home Marty couldn't see her. It wasn't until a huge person poked their face into Marty's face that he had any idea what was going on. It was him! Kate had used the ring to change Emily back into him but somehow Marty was different. He didn't respond to Kate at all, just looked at her. She thought that being a baby so long had mentally destroyed Marty. He seemed so docile she just locked him in their bedroom and rushed down to get Emily.
Marty knew the problem but had no way to tell Kate. For the next two hours Kate tried to reason with the man she loved and tried to bring him back from baby land. She was now upset and was cursing the ring and acting rather uptight. She began verbally apologizing to the body she thought was Marty for the terrible things she had done. Marty just lay on floor and cried! He could only see his life was now totally redirected, destined to be Emily until he was able to communicate with Kate. He feared though if the last few days had been any indication then by the time he was old enough to talk he may not remember anything! Then something happened; out of the mouth of the man sitting silently on the couch came one word, Emily!
Within minutes of this the cogs in Kate's mind began to fall into place. Looking at the rather agitated Emily she concentrated. Marty found himself growing and changing, with a minute he was his old self. Kate looked searchingly at the second Marty. Then he spoke “yes Kate, it’s me!” Kate almost collapsed from the relief; her eyes welled up a little. Looking to the other Marty it now became clear. Concentrating again the first Marty began to shrink and change until laying on the couch.
Kate put the thought of using the ring away for a few weeks after that episode but she spent lots of time asking Marty about his experience. She laughed to herself at work when she thought of Marty being in daycare and when she got the portrait pictures back she teased Marty something shocking. Suffice to say she was quite contrite over the mix-up... not! Marty began to recover after about four or five days. He had a little trouble with his memory but it began to come back. He also had to ease back into proper meals too. Walking and talking were ok and he was thankful he quickly gained control over his bowel as well. Emily appeared unaffected by the whole episode, life returned to normal for quite some time after that. Kate though occasionally took the opportunity to transform herself into eye candy and head down to the gym.
It must have been about two months later when Kate was home one morning on her day off and was watching daytime television. An add came on announcing that the Chippendales were in town for three shows. Kate watched with delight the extended advertisement, which featured the male dancers. Now Kate had always enjoyed going to those types of shows with her girlfriends and immediately had thoughts of ringing around to see if anyone of them was interested in getting tickets. Marty never minded Kate going either, he was confident enough in their relationship. Kate watched as the dancers performed in front of a throng of screaming women. She remembered the last time she'd been to see the show and just how much these guys got a girl's juices flowing. What was it about a well built, tanned, handsome guy in a little pair of well-filled Lycra shorts dancing around on stage she wondered? “What if I turned Marty into a Chippendale” Kate muttered to herself. My own personal male stripper she continued to dream. No he'd be cranky; he wasn't a big fan of the ring's powers although he never told Kate not to use it either. Then another idea hit Kate, a bit from left field but it sounded like fun.
A half hour later a young well-built man with tanned skin and wearing tiny shorts and a white shirt buttoned to reveal a chest to make women drool roared out of Kate's drive. “Time to see how the other half lives” Kate said to herself as she headed to the café strip in town.
Kate had a great time being Marcel all day. Sitting at a sidewalk café sipping coffee and reveling the female attention that only a Chippendale's dancer could arouse. She even went to the gym and pumped some real weights while girls of all shapes and sizes seemed to want to talk to her, err him. Finally she got home in time to change back and go collect Emily from daycare before getting dinner ready. She decided not to tell Marty about her little macho adventure.
It was a week later that Kate had had a terrible day at work when all the stock had to be rearranged, her boss Mrs. Wilson was funny like that. She would just decide one day that the store needed a fresh look. On top of that Emily had been teething and had kept her up all night. Then when she got home she found that she had left the washing machine on that morning and it had flooded the laundry, combined with Emily's constant crying and Kate felt totally wasted. So by the time Marty came home Kate was ready to throttle someone. He had a shit of a day too. One of his big clients was having second thoughts on the latest deal and his net connection had been down all day. When he had to walk home from the station when Kate wasn't there to pick him up he wanted answers. If only he'd known about Kate's day before he launched a mini semi-serious rebuke for being left to walk home. Kate had had it by now.
“SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SWAN IN HERE AND EXPECT LIFE TO BE JUST AS YOU WANT MARTY!” Kate screamed at him!
“Look honey if you’re going to get all high and mighty you should try and deal with my hassles all day and see how you like it” came Marty's over-reactive reply.
“Oh. So you think you have it tough huh?” Kate was angry at Marty and decided to bait him to see where he went with the argument.
“Yes I do Kate, one of my biggest clients is re-considering the current campaign ideas and then after a really tough day I find I have an unexpected walk home, you should have called me so I knew what I was in for!” Marty went on.
“And of course my petty little job is nothing compared to yours Marty. I'm sure you'd have no trouble doing it.”
Kate continued to reel Marty in. She already knew where this was going, too bad Marty didn't.
“Well dear you have to admit selling clothes to women is like selling ice to Eskimos.” Marty didn't even see the hole he was digging himself.
“Well how about we put it to the test Marty?” Kate suggested.
“Huh, what do you mean?” Marty asked.
“Ok darling here's the deal. I'll use the ring to transform us into each other and we can spend a full day as each other.” Kate said.
“Not sure I want to do that Kate” Marty replied.
“Oh so you don't think you can be me hey Marty, I knew you were a chicken” Kate sowed the last seed.
Now Marty lost his perspective, nobody called him scared! He immediately went into the tunnel vision he was rather famous for. He spent ten full minutes telling Kate that he could easily be her and that she would never be able to be him! In fact he'd even pick a light days’ work for her if she wanted. Kate feigned trying to talk him out of it but he wasn't listening he was too far down the path of making sure Kate knew she was on dangerous ground with this challenge.
“So Marty, my heart of hearts, when do you want to do this?” Kate asked after a short pause.
“Anytime my petal, anytime!”
“How about tomorrow?” Kate asked.
“Sure tomorrow is good although you have to do dinner with Jock Jenkins from ADC to finalize his campaign. If you're up to it that is? If you like I'll join you for dinner just in case you need a hand.” Marty was firing now.
“Ok then honey bunch we will change first thing in the morning” Kate said.
“Ok it's a deal! Marty sealed it then and there.
The two of them laughed a little in relief and went about dinner and playing with Emily and all things family.
So it was that the alarm woke them before Emily the next morning. Marty couldn't figure out why it was set to thirty minutes before they normally got up. His enquiry was greeted by Kate saying this was the time for them to change, as they needed to be ready to start the day as each other. Marty had envisioned a change just before he left for work. When he mentioned this to Kate she just laughed and said a whole day meant a whole day, twenty-four hours.
“Ok Marty are you ready?” Kate asked.
“I guess so Kate if your still willing to go ahead with this?”
Marty stood in the bedroom while Kate set about her concentrating. Marty felt that weird feeling as his body began to change and rearrange. Within a minute Marty was looking at his body but it was across the room from him. Looking down he knew what he'd find; sure enough his wife's cleavage greeted him. He was now Kate and Kate was him.
“So darling how about breakfast” came his old voice across the room?
“Huh” was all Marty could say.
“Marty I figured you'd be lost as to what my daily tasks are so I spent some time last night writing them out” Kate responded.
“Seems you've already forgotten that every morning you go to work I get you something to eat and a coffee while you shower and get ready” she continued.
“Oh yeah your right, ok ‘Marty’ best you have a shave and I'll get your toast and coffee” Marty said with a smirk as he left to go to the kitchen.
In the kitchen he laughed a little as he pondered Kate shaving her face for the first time. The smirk was wiped from his face though when he read Kate's list of things he had to complete as her. He worked his way down the list, which included things like breast feeding Emily before getting her to day care. There was her job of course from ten until three; there was a gym session at three fifteen, which sounded cool to Marty who couldn't wait to visit the locker room. Then he got to some things he thought were a bit much. A salon appointment at four-thirty with the words ‘Brazilian wax’ highlighted. He made the breakfast for his new husband Kate and wandered back to the bathroom to see how she was coping with things. Marty found Kate alighting from the shower and noticed a couple of nicks on his old face.
“Have a little fight with the razor did we?” Marty giggled but in Kate's voice, which sounded funny to him now.
“Hahaha Marty” Kate sarcastically responded as she took the toast and coffee.
Marty sat on the side of the bath and watched Kate trying to master things like clothes she wasn't used to and realized he was to face the same dilemma a little later.
“So Marty, did you look at the list?” Kate asked.
“Yeah, so how come I am getting my legs waxed today?” Marty questioned.
“Have you forgotten you offered to come to dinner tonight with Jenkins in case I needed a hand?”
“Yeah so?”
“So my new little wife, you're not going out to dinner with hairy legs!” Kate said in a more serious version of Marty's voice.
Marty was a little taken aback at Kate's stronger tone and his body sort of recoiled but not in fear, more in awe.
“Surely the item here about shaving my legs will be enough Kate,” Marty responded and he noticed how small his reply was compared to Kate's male voice.
“No Marty that’s an everyday task which you need to do while showering this morning. The waxing is for when I go out and need to look immaculate, like you will tonight. By the way I have laid out the outfit for you to wear tonight in the spare room so you won't arrive looking like you've dressed yourself.” Kate explained.
Marty was satisfied with the explanation and found himself almost intimidated with Kate's strong stance on the matter of appearance that he needed to maintain. He began to wonder if he would be able to say ‘I told you so’ to Kate tonight. Kate continued to get ready while Marty studied his list a little closer. He asked a few questions and got short no nonsense answers from Kate who seemed quite adapted to being a man for someone who'd only been one for half an hour.
“Now Marty you best get Emily up and change her. I am almost ready and you need to get me down to the station” Kate almost issued the statement like a command.
Marty now remembered the quaint little habit Kate had of dawdling in the mornings and she often ended up driving him to the station still in her nightgown a robe and slippers. He glanced at the clock; he realized while he was studying the list he should have been finding something to wear in the car. He went to Emily's room and got her out of her cot. He didn't like the idea of changing her but it was a task he had performed plenty of times so it wasn't something he couldn't do. He rugged her up and went and found the robe and slippers Kate wore when she drove him to the station. Rugging himself up he carried Emily to the car. Kate appeared and sat in the passenger seat while Marty secured Emily in the car seat. Marty got behind the wheel and noticed as he slipped the seat belt on how different it all felt. He didn't have the same field of view he normally had and the belt separated his newly acquired breasts across his chest, he had to adjust the seat forward so that he could reach the pedals. Normally he had to adjust the seat back when he was Marty. Finally he had it all together and backed the car out of the drive and took Kate to the station. They arrived and Marty gave Kate more last minute advice about aspects of his day that she needed to know. Kate hopped out of the car and leant in and kissed Emily goodbye before rounding the car and popping her head in the window to kiss her husband goodbye. Marty said, “Have a good day dear” and Kate responded with “I will, and you make sure you don't forget any of my tasks now” in a rather stern but loving voice. Marty watched Kate walk to the station and buy a newspaper as she did.
As the train pulled out Marty looked into the back seat of the car at a gurgling Emily. “Well looks like it's just you and me kid” Marty said to Emily as he put the car in gear and headed home in the early morning light.
Kate noticed it almost immediately; a strong feeling in her newly acquired cock. When she had changed into the dancer body it happened too. It was powerful and intoxicating. The trip in to Marty's work on the train was certainly an adventure. Kate wanted to retire to the office bathroom not long after arriving but decided to see how long she could put off this powerful feeling. Secretaries and other women crossing her path that day did nothing but increase the feeling. Work went ok most of the morning and Kate kept her head down and studied Marty's client files mainly trying to be familiar with different names that were bandied about in the office. Having a girl, Marty's secretary slash assistant Jill Bandy, bring her a fresh coffee whenever she went past Marty's office door was a nice luxury. Then around eleven some guy Patrick who seemed to be good friends with Marty popped his head in to the office.
“Hey Mart, did you check out the email link I sent you?” Kate froze, what email she wondered, she hadn't even turned on Marty's PC. Kate needed to bluff. “Ah no not yet, I'm trying to make sure I'm up to date with the Jenkins account as we are having dinner tonight.”
“Geeze Marty when has that ever stopped you before?” Patrick continued.
“Well I was just trying make a good impression,” Kate added.
“Jenkins hey, I thought all you needed to do was go out and get plastered with him and that was it?”
“I thought I'd try a new approach” Kate said still not sure what to do. “Ok then Marty play it straight mate” Patrick laughed and disappeared out of the office door.
Kate decided she best get computer literate with Marty's PC as soon as possible and switched it on and began getting up to speed with things like email. It was interesting couple hours before lunch for Kate. Patrick sure was one twisted bloke.
Marty arrived home and bundled Emily up and got himself inside. He lay Emily down and made himself a coffee. He revisited Kate's list again to see what needed to be done. Next item was feeding Emily; Marty flinched and felt his breasts through the nightgown. He wondered if it hurt and how you went about it. He tried to remember when he was baby Martine but that was a bit of a fuzzy recollection now. Sucking in a deep breath he decided to just wing it. He walked into Emily's room and picked up his daughter. He sat himself down in the rocking chair in the nursery and looked at Emily. She was half smiling half frowning as babies do. “Ok madam let’s see if we can do this shall we?” Marty said to his daughter who had no idea what he said. Marty slipped the robe and nightgown off one shoulder and his breast slipped out of its confines. Emily knew what to do though as her eyes lit up. Marty gently eased Emily closer to his nipple until she was in range and her little gums attached in suction like manner to Marty's tit. Marty felt a rush of new feelings in his chest as Emily began her suckling. His breast felt the touch of Emily's mouth and it seemed to be a natural thing right away. He sat there watching his daughter gorge herself on his milk. He noticed how his breast began to shrink slightly as Emily continued. Finally she stopped and had a look of satisfaction on her face. Marty fortunately knew what was required next and propped Emily up on his shoulder to burp her.
That task over Marty felt a little spent and would have liked to have a nap right then. The list was on the floor in front of him and he studied it to see how much time he had up his sleeve. He had to change and bath Emily as well as make her formula up for the day at day care. He had put a load of washing on and had to get it on the line before he went to work. He had to prepare Emily's food for the day as well. He had to get himself showered and ready including shaving his legs in preparation for the afternoon salon appointment.
Marty looked at his watch, which he'd given Kate as a birthday present. He had to be at work at ten and realized he had about an hour and a half to get all those tasks done. Marty figured he had time for a twenty-minute nap. He laid Emily down and went to lay down himself. That feeding task had taken the wind out his sails a little. He just put his head down when Emily started crying. Fifteen minutes later Marty gave up trying to get Emily to settle and began getting her things ready. He got all her food done and packed then made up the formula, while that was cooling he loaded the washing machine up and got that going. He then went and ran a bath for Emily and got her washed. Fresh clothes for her and a spare set of clothes and nappies were packed. The formula needed to be bottled and the washing machine flooded! Marty mopped up the water and restarted the machine. The formula still needed to be put into bottles but Emily was crying again, her teeth were coming through and she was quite whiney these last few days. Marty gave her a bit of gel on her gums and got her settled again. Back to the formula finally. The washer finished and Marty hauled a basket out to the line and began pegging things up. It was a bit chilly outside and Marty felt the wind wiping up his nightgown and causing him to shiver. Next time he'd get dressed first. Back inside and the clock showed nine-fifteen, where did the time go Marty wondered? Heading into the bathroom Marty hit the shower, disrobing as Kate for the first time Marty's eyes gave his new form the once over. He tried to do a few girly poses but he was more concerned with the time.
Hot water fell over his body and relaxed him a little, shampooing his hair used to be a ten-second event. Kate's hair on the other hand was a full-on production. Marty now had to rinse shampoo from Kate's long, thick, black hair. Then shaving his legs! Marty gingerly drew Kate's razor up his leg and noticed that he did indeed need to perform this task as he now had a long bald streak up his shin. Ten minutes later, a couple of nicks and the feeling of the hot water running out Marty and was done. Washing his wife's pussy had been an experience that he might like to try again when he had more time. Drying himself was a new experience too and what about all this wet hair! The hairdryer was out and working hard. Marty had no need for such devices in his old body. Now though it was a good ten minutes of drying and brushing.
Emily was crying again. Another trip to the nursery to settle her down and now rushing back to the bathroom because it was make-up time! Nine forty-five, and Marty mucked up his mascara and had to remove it and try again. Frequent glances at the clock showed he was in big trouble time wise. Make-up done, clothes came next. Hmm panties feel nice and soft, pantyhose; did he have to wear them? Marty put a big hole in the pair Kate had left him; another three minutes lost finding another similar pair. The bra battle was a title fight and the bra almost won. Finally Marty had his underwear on. Emily was crying again!
Marty dressed in his underwear went and soothed Emily again and smelt what he didn't want to smell. Emily was much happier after her nappy was changed. Back to getting dressed, Kate had laid out his outfit. A skirt, couldn't she have let him wear a pair of her tailored pants? Blouse buttons on the wrong way; they were hard to do with long nails. Marty cursed in silence. The clock struck ten and he was still trying to find a pair of shoes. Marty left the house with Emily and arrived at the day-care center.
He signed his daughter in and was five minutes up the road when he saw the baby things on the back seat of the car! Finally, he arrived at the mall where Kate worked. Ten minutes finding a parking spot at this late hour. Walking in heels is tough on these smooth tiled floors. Marty walked into the boutique at ten thirty-five. He was flustered, tired, a little ragged around the edges and slightly disappointed in his own inability to be on time. Marty was in no mood to work at a job he had no idea about save for what snippets Kate had told him.
Mrs. Wilson was not impressed at Kate's tardiness and told her so as well. Marty was about to consider his retort but for some reason thought it best to say nothing as he wasn't himself. Most of the morning Marty spent being badgered by Mrs. Wilson and tried as hard as he could to advise customers what size they might be. He tried to be diplomatic but found that just led to very poor choices of size. At lunchtime he went with Wanda to the nearby coffee shop and ordered a hamburger. Wanda looked at him strange and wasn't surprised when Marty pushed away a half-eaten burger, he was full? He normally would have easily finished this meal. Of course he wasn't normal at the moment, far from it. He did however get to spend time with Wanda whom he always had a little thing for and listening to her personal gossip was great, although her description of her latest boyfriend's appendage was a bit too much information.
The day at Kate's work had been a frustrating exercise for Marty and physically demanding being on his feet all day. His shoes were making his toes sore and his ankles felt just as bad. Finally it was over as he said goodbye to Wanda and headed back to his car.
As per Kate's request Marty rang her on his mobile when he arrived at the gym car-park. It was funny to hear his voice on the line as his wife wanted to know if he'd gone in yet. Marty's reply that he was sitting in the car with sore feet brought a hearty laugh from Kate.
“Not so easy being a high-heel wearer hey Kate” she chided down the phone line.
Marty was a bit exasperated by this levity and only wanted to get this next assignment as Kate over with.
“Look Kate I'm here ok” Marty whined!
“Ok sweetness keep your knickers on” Kate joked. “There's just one thing I need to do before you head inside honey” she added.
As Marty sat in the car wondering he began to feel his body changing. Within a couple of minutes he was no longer Kate but a twenty-something girl with long brown hair and very large assets! Reality changed around him as his clothes altered to suit the wearer and he now sported a tiny skirt and tshirt. Kate was still on the line and asked if anything had changed.
“Yeah I'm now a young girl with a chest I can't see over” Marty replied.
“Great” Kate replied. “I've used this body at the gym a few times recently so I thought you might also enjoy it. You'll get lots of attention and help from the guys I can assure you”
“Great Kate I didn't need this” Marty snapped.
“Careful honey or I'll add a few inches to your boobs” Kate warned.
“OK OK I'm not going to argue Kate, I'm going to do this damn workout now” Marty said in his new young girl voice which wasn't unlike the one he had as Martine.
“That's my girl, now go get sweaty!”
Marty hung up the mobile which he noted was now pink and funky and slipped into his altered gym bag. He looked around to see if anyone in the car-park had witnessed his transformation but he seemed to have gone un-noticed. Tentatively he left his car and locked it before beginning his walk too the gym. It was only fifty yards to the front door but his new body sure felt different to anything he had experienced before. Things were swinging and swaying all over the place as he entered the gym lobby
He was greeted by a tiny but trim looking older woman who was manning the front desk. She asked him for his membership card and Marty panicked as he thought Kate's would be in his handbag. His handbag had altered from a conservative leather one to denim with frayed edges and patches all over it. Marty fumbled through the collective junk inside it noting that some things like women's handbags are the same inside no matter who the owner was. Finally he found a tatty purse and opened to the cards section to find the gym membership. Slipping it out and studying it he noticed it matched how he looked now and had all the details for a Lucy Miller age twenty-two. He flipped it to the woman who placed it in a pigeonhole hole and handed Marty a key. “There you go Lucy, have a good workout” the assistant said. Marty mumbled a thanks and took the key and headed towards nirvana! He dreamed every guy's dream to be able to wander unnoticed around a women's locker room at a gym. Glancing tentatively up at the sign that said ‘Women's Locker Room’; he took a deep breath and entered.
Marty walked through the door and was assaulted by the sight of women of all ages, sizes and shapes. Some were dressed some were half dressed some wore only towels! For a moment he felt frozen as he took in the sight. Finally he gathered himself and looked at his locker key. Forty-seven was the number on it and he wandered the rows until he found the forties. He sat down on the long bench in front of forty-seven and pondered his next move. He decided he best do this and unlocked his locker and began to place his personal effects in it and then began to climb out of his street clothes. He removed the blue t-shirt and folded it before placing it in his locker and stood to unbutton his skirt. He took it off and took a glance at his underwear clad body. It was something that’s for sure. Kate had done a job on him alright.
Marty hunted through his sports bag and found a scandalously tiny black Lycra leotard and bright pair of pink pants to wear over the leotard. There was a sports bra and some knickers in there as well as a towel, soap and shampoo. Finally he found a pair of socks and runners to wear
.With trepidation he removed his bra and panties and his huge breasts swung freely as he started to get dressed in his exercise outfit. After a battle with the sports bra he slid the leotard on and drew the pink pants up over his Lycra covered crotch. He had to sit down to get his socks and runners on as he couldn't see his feet unless he did.
After putting the remaining things in the locker and securing the key to his leotard with a safety-pin Marty took yet another deep breath and headed towards the door to the gym area. The sound of high energy music was filtering through and Marty guessed it must have been from an aerobics session. He pushed through the door and was amazed to see so many people lifting weights, riding exercise bikes, running on treadmills and working on stair master type machines. The music was indeed coming from an aerobics class that was separated from the gym by a glass wall which allowed a great view. Marty was momentarily unsure what to do next and had to think hard. Then he remembered his gym sessions and knew there would be a card with his name on it and his program so he walked over to the cabinet where other people were removing cards and writing on them. As he walked the twenty yards across the gym he felt as if everyone was watching him, truth is he was right. Every guy took the opportunity to leer at the buxom girl who had just entered the room and most of the women did the same but their motives were along the lines of comparison to their own bodies. Kate's creation of course looked as if she needed no gym work and this made the men drool and the women curse.
Marty opened the drawer and looked in the M's where he found the card marked Lucy Miller. He ran his eye down his program and noticed he had quite a few different weight machines along with twenty minutes of stair-master work. Marty hoped on a bike and did a ten minute warm up ride per his program then began his first weight routine. He found it difficult to lift the weights to change them to his level on the first machine and before he could blink there was a guy at his side helping to adjust them. Marty thanked the eager helper who was drenched in sweat and quite well built. Marty inwardly cursed himself for checking the guy out while he was making the adjustments. Twenty minutes later Marty had worked his way through the five weight routines and found helpers at every turn. Finally he hit the running machine which was one of a dozen in row along the wall facing the aerobics class. He set the speed and gradient and began to bound along. His breasts jiggled hard and fast as he ran and he felt their every move. He knew from experience that all the guys would be taking the odd stare at him as he began to sweat profusely. Kate must have had some fun here Marty thought as he continued to run. His whole body began to get wetter and wetter with perspiration as he ran. As he tried not to think about the sight he was, he began to look through the glass at the exercise class. He noticed some hot chicks but disturbingly he found he noticed the guys in the class more! Their tight backsides and crotches seemed to draw Marty's focus. He tried to concentrate on the women but found he couldn't. Marty began to wish he was elsewhere right now and looked at his treadmill readout to see he would be finished in five minutes. That was a long five minutes as the exercise class did some leg raises and Marty swore there was a guy who had positioned himself so his crotch could be seen every time he raised his leg.
Marty's muscles ached even more as he began to tire badly. Finally his run was over and he slowed to a walk for the warm down and then he was done. He grabbed his hand towel and wiped his face clean of sweat. He was soaked through and he was exhausted. He filled out his card and filed it away as perspiration dripped off every part of his body. He reached the relative safety of the locker room once more. His hair hung limp and his face was read with the effort he'd just put in. Marty opened his locker and dragged out the towel, soap and shampoo. It was difficult to peel the drenched clothing from his body but finally he was naked. With a small amount of trepidation he made his way to the showers. He turned on the taps adjusted the temperature and climbed under the soothing stream. All the while he was trying to catch a glimpse of the assorted female flesh around him but it wasn't giving quite the thrill he'd hoped for. Marty let the water soothe his tired body instead.
Kate had had an enlightening day wading through Marty's email. She found files on his hard drive that suggested he liked to collect the odd naughty pic sent to him from his mates and realized while he wasn't up to any funny business at work he certainly had a thing for large breasts. Kate noticed that Jill his secretary was well endowed. She wondered whether that had influenced Marty when he had hired her a couple of years ago. As the day neared one o'clock Kate could take it no more. Stealing away to the men's room she locked herself in a stall and dropping her trousers and briefs was greeted with the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen. Without a second thought she took it in her hands and gently caressed it. The feeling was powerful and Kate found herself loosing herself in the moment and almost unable to think of anything else but women. All kinds of women, big ones, small ones, gorgeous ones and women she was now working with. Even Wanda popped into her head as she stroked. Needless to say it didn't take long for Kate to reach her goal and the resultant feeling was one that overwhelmed her. She cleaned up and returned to her office where the sight of Jill's rump bent over Kate's desk as she sorted some papers only made Kate relive the experience of a few moments ago.
Once Jill left and Kate was alone in the office again she marveled at the raw power of the male experience. It was something that was all consuming; in fact the center of her universe was in that moment. Kate had a devilish idea at this moment. Thinking about her secretary Jill Kate concentrated. Kate sat back and wondered how Jill would look in a few day’s time after her ample breasts had slowly increased a cup size? Patrick wandered into Marty's office and began chatting about nothing in particular. Sports results and social chit chat which turned into office gossip was not what Kate needed now. When Pat began his physical appraisal of the new girl in the marketing department Kate began to see him as nothing more than the office sleaze. His boasts of how he'd use his equipment on her if he got the chance gave Kate another idea. The near hour wasted with Patrick would not be lost though. Kate sniggered at the thought of Patrick discovering his prized manhood was slowly shrinking each day. Should make a good medical journal story Kate said to herself. Kate's meddling bothered her on a moral level but the sheer fun of the power she had over-rode her concerns. After all she could always use the ring to reverse anything she did. With that she decided her own manhood could do with a nice increase!
Looking at the clock Kate realized Marty would be getting to the gym and would be calling her on his mobile shortly. She was wondering how he had coped at her job when the phone rang. It was Marty ringing from the car outside the gym. It was funny to hear her voice on the line. Kate wanted to know if Marty had gone in yet and realizing he hadn't she knew she could have some fun. She was a bit taken aback by Marty's complaining about his sore feet but figured if he thought Kate's lot was easier than his, he best shut up. Kate concentrated and knew that Marty would soon no longer look like Kate but like the girl she created with the ring recently. Finally she asked Marty if anything was different and he told her he was now younger and had big beasts. Kate knew he resembled Lucy, her young creation she used at the gym to drive the guys wild. Marty didn't sound impressed so Kate threatened to further increase his chest size if he didn't stop. This did the trick as Marty conceded his predicament and said he was going in. Kate wished him luck and hung up. She leaned back in her chair and imagined Marty getting all the male attention in his new body. It was then that Kate knew what she had to do tonight.
Kate spent the rest of the afternoon boning up on the Jenkins account so as to be ready for the business dinner. She smiled to herself when she saw it was time for Marty to finish at the gym and head to her salon, she concentrated and changed him back into Kate as she sipped another coffee provided by Jill.
Marty dried himself off and found his long hair was everywhere and took ages to get dry and brushed. He noticed it was four-fifteen and he rushed to dress in his street clothes and pile the sweaty gym things into his bag. Just as he was leaving the locker room he began to change right in the lobby of the gym and nobody seemed to notice! After a moment where he was unable to move he reached the counter to hand his locker key back in. The same woman was still behind the counter and he passed Marty his gym card “there you go Kate, see you soon” she said. Marty did a double take as his card now had his wife's details and photo on it and the woman hadn't even noticed the change. Marty marveled at the rings power, he also wished he hadn't wasted so much time on his hair! His clothes now were what he'd put on this morning and everything had returned to normal. He reached his car and headed to the beauty parlor for his appointment. Kate had arranged it so apart from the leg wax he didn't know much else about what would happen there. He arrived and went in to be greeted by the young receptionist who asked for his details, he nearly said Marty before catching himself and saying Kate. The next hour left Marty quite embarrassed, he never realized a Brazilian wax meant he'd be getting hair removed down there!
Kate sat back in her husband's chair at work and smiled to herself at Marty's current predicament of having his privates denuded along with some other procedures like manicures and facials. She was sure Marty would be singing a different tune tonight as to who had the tougher day.
Marty couldn't believe how personal and invasive a salon session could be although he did enjoy the relaxing facial. He paid his bill which was also higher than he would have expected and jumped into his car to head home and pick up Emily. An hour later both were home and Marty was ticking off things on Kate's to do list as he did them.
Kate made some notes on Jenkins' for their dinner and some mental notes on Marty's little ‘needs’ from his pc. Patrick again arrived to see if Marty was up for a beer before heading to dinner with Jenkins. Kate knowing that was a ritual with her husband gladly agreed. Marty never came home before business dinners, Kate had always had to look after Emily and dine alone before a boozed up Marty would either call her to come get him if he was close or he'd fall out of a taxi at some ridiculous hour. Well he can be the one fussing and rushing she figured as she closed his office and headed to the pub.
Marty winced at the un-ticked item on the list marked ‘Feed Emily’ which burned like a beacon. With a groan Marty headed to Emily's room and hoisted his daughter out of her cot. Easing himself into the cozy chair in Em's room Marty slipped his blouse open enough to expose his nursing bra. Unclipping the bra panel he was met with cool air against skin and his nipple almost exploded in reaction. Marty dove in and quickly slipped Emily's sucking gums over his teat and the process began immediately. Emily quietly suckled her mother's breast and Marty marveled at this turn of events. Emily was hungry and Marty had to offer his other breast for a couple of minutes before his daughter was done. Next came the burping, bathing and fresh clothes for Emily while Marty tried to pick up his energy levels, which seemed drained. A glance at the clock told him he had to start getting ready as the baby sitter Melody would be here at six-thirty.
Marty began the beautification process. He really didn't have any idea as to sequence it so he showered and shampooed and as he dried his hair under the dryer he couldn't help but stare at his wife's bare crotch. She'd never had one of these done before and Marty figured she took the opportunity to avoid the pain while he was in her body. He cursed that he didn't think of some smart idea to put Kate through while she was him.
Marty next decided he'd do his makeup and after a while got it how Kate would do it, sort of. He stood in the doorway and looked to his bed where the items he was to wear tonight were laid out for him. White lacey panties were donned before he slipped the white teddy up his legs and pulled the straps over the shoulders. His breasts nestled in the lacy cups and Marty looked around for a bra realizing he was not totally supported. He tried to remember if Kate wore a bra or even knickers with this item and he reckoned she did wear panties. He found the pantyhose a battle but won before slipping on the skirt and thick top with the high neckline. Marty was relieved that his wife's assets would not be on display. He added the designated jewelry and eyed his high heels with disdain. Sliding them on Marty felt taller but unbalanced. He looked at the clock and wondered whether Melody had forgotten him. It was nearly six-forty!
Kate laughed as she downed a third beer with Patrick at the pub. She couldn't believe how relaxed she felt at this moment. No household chores, no fulfilling Emily's needs. Marty was taking care of the house for a change and Kate thought it was about time he did too. This was the life she thought to herself as Patrick leered at yet another young office girl. Kate finally made a move saying goodnight to Pat and she headed back to her office to slip on a fresh shirt and tie for dinner.
Kate walked into her office and got quite a surprise, there was Jill sitting in Marty's chair her pumps up on the desk and deep in some phone conversation. She didn't even flinch when Kate walked in; in fact she flashed a cheeky smile. Kate tried to put this obvious breach of employee employer relationship aside as she headed to her office washroom and slapped on some deodorant before slipping on a clean shirt and new tie after a quick shave. She wondered how familiar Marty had let Jill become and what advantages she might be taking with Marty's kindness.
Kate was ready for dinner now and Jill was off the phone and lounging in her chair. Jill wished Marty good luck with Jenkins as Kate walked from Marty's office and out to catch a cab to the restaurant. She was still a bit miffed at Jill's attitude. She wondered if there might be something the ring could do to bring her down a peg or two.
A half hour later and Kate sat at a nice table and made small talk with Jock Jenkins, the two men had a quiet pre-dinner drink and talked about nothing in particular. Kate mentioned his wife would be joining them tonight as she hadn't been able to dine out at all recently due to the baby. Jock had met Kate before and always liked her. It would be great to see her again as she was very easy on the eye.
Kate looked at Marty's fancy watch and wondered where the hell he was. It was after seven and she wanted to get dinner underway but of course she had to do the right thing and wait for her wife Marty. Jock suggests Marty ring his wife but Kate is sure Marty will get his act together and be here soon. Then she spies him entering the restaurant, she watches as Marty saunters through the room to the table, she notices men giving her husband the once over as he passes them. God he's hot, Kate realized that she has dressed him more for an intimate private dinner than some boozy business affair. Jock is up out of his chair and greeting Marty's wife with an air of rapture. Kate quickly joins him and places a loving kiss on Marty's painted lips. Marty apologizes for being late and begins to recount his many chores and trials just to join the men for dinner. Jock dismisses the woman's woes and says that a woman has many more demanding tasks to perform to be presentable for such things. Kate and Marty give each other a knowing look. Kate knows Marty has probably conceded the bet without even asking.
Dinner is nice but Marty feels more like a decoration than a valued member of the trio as Kate regales Jenkins with her outline for his next campaign. Marty is a little shocked that Kate had taken his original idea and spruced it up in one day! She had given it just the right touches he noted. If only he didn't have to keep adjusting his clothing to prevent Jock from leering at him? Marty having driven, is constantly reminded he must keep a clear head to get her husband home and the mineral waters go down slowly as Kate playing him plies Jenkins with many drinks over the course of the evening. Marty is also forced to take a bathroom break in the ladies toilet! He actually spent quite some time there the second time. He took the opportunity to sit on the bathroom sofa and slip his pinched toes out of his nice looking but totally impractical shoes. As he massages the blood back into his painted digits he knew she was right, her day was a bitch compared to his. He'd still give her the chance to concede when they got home but he felt that this was unlikely. Marty wondered if he was as obnoxious as Kate was now after a few drinks. Oh well I just have to pour her into the car and get us home he sighed.
Marty was finally able to drag Kate from the restaurant and he endured Kate groping him awkwardly all the way to the car. They headed home with Kate slurring her words from the passenger’s seat as Marty drove. Kate was pontificating about how Patrick was a sleaze and Jill was great at taking liberties. “Ah well they'll get theirs down the track” Kate muttered before nodding off. Marty could only laugh to himself as he spied Kate snoring. At least the rest of the drive home would be more relaxed he thought.
Finally Marty got them home safe but he couldn't wake Kate. He decided to let her sleep it off a bit and went inside. Melody was packed and waiting for her dad to pick her up. Marty made a coffee and chatted about nothing in particular until Melody's dad arrived to take her home. Alone again Marty quickly ditched his shoes and undid his bra under his blouse as the straps were killing his shoulders. Why didn't Kate pick a bra that fit properly he wondered. Marty then decided he might as well get out of most of these clothes and makeup as he would be changing back to himself soon. It was a relief to be rid of most of the constraining female clothing and he relaxed in just panties, slippers and a robe while he checked up on Emily who was sleeping but stirring.
“She'll be needing a feed soon Marty honey,” Marty heard Kate say from over his shoulder.
“You best switch us back then Kate,” Marty replied without thought.
“Excuse me!” Kate slurred her words a little still.
“Well the day is over honey, time to decide who's right and switch back.” Marty said to explain himself.
“So how was your day sweetie-pie?” Kate asked.
“Too be honest Kate, it was a bitch, I'm so tired, my feet are sore from the high heels, these breasts weigh a ton and the bra didn't seem to fit or help. The baby needs constant attention and the washing machine needs replacing. I'm not even going to start about your bitch of a boss. The gym change rooms sure were an eyeful, although the workout left me wrecked and my god did you have to sign me up for genital deforestation!”
“Sorry babe, just that I always wanted to try that but didn't have the guts.” Kate responded with a giggle in her male voice.
“So how did you go managing my job Kate? I have to say you did a good job on the campaign for Jenkins.” Marty asked.
“Well Marty to be honest the toughest thing I had to deal with all day was your damn dick! Apart from the constant arousal your job was pretty easy, I mean Jill did all the legwork getting me coffees and files and did all my memos. She is far too familiar with you though, and by the way did you hire her for her tits?”
“No I didn't Kate, she is good at her job.”
“Yeah she's good but she knows it, she knows you'd be lost without her. And while I'm on big tits, I had quite a day reading your emails from your crude mates,” Kate responded sarcastically.
“Seems you have quite a thing for a girl with huge assets if your little computer directory called Hooters is any guide!” Kate wasn't quite so sarcastic now.
Marty realized his little work files had given his wife a real insight and a distinctive piece of leverage over him. Sure Jill was big breasted but he hadn't hired for her assets, she did have a good resume and her work there had been top notch. Maybe Jill did take a few liberties with Marty, he just hoped she didn't use his washroom as her own powder room while Kate was there today. Seems like Patrick may have inadvertently dropped his mate in it. He could not have known he was leading Kate right to Marty's naughty place. Marty knew he was fighting a lost cause on more than one front.
“You know Kate, I concede, your day is much much tougher than mine is after all,” a weary Marty admitted.
Kate looked at her flustered, weary husband and the whole thing made her laugh, hard. Marty looked back at his body chuckling and he felt like a fool for thinking Kate would concede the bet.
“Honey you can feed Emily, I'm going to make myself a coffee,” Kate said dismissively as she vanished towards the kitchen.
Marty was about to run after his wife and complain but somehow he didn't find the will to. Turning back to the gurgling baby Marty hoisted her from her cot and sat in the chair to feed her. Sliding the robe open he slipped Emily to his breast and felt the rush of milk leave his body through his nipple. Emily gurgled and Marty sighed a tired sigh. What he day he thought. Marty was almost asleep in the chair feeding the baby who was starting to finish sucking when he saw Kate standing in the door way watching proceedings.
“You seem such a natural Marty.”
“Well you can have it honey, it’s been an experience that's for sure and I feel closer to Emily but the job is all yours from now on,” Marty responded.
“Well you still have the 6am feed babe.” Kate said seriously.
“What? It's time to switch back Kate. I concede, you win, ok?” Marty sort of blubbered a bit as he went about burping and changing the baby.
Kate sipped her coffee as Marty went about settling Emily for the night. It was about a quarter past eleven and Marty was resigning himself to sleeping and getting up early to feed the baby yet again. As he left the baby's room for the kitchen Marty grumbled about not switching back. That's when Kate reminded Marty with a squeeze of his feminine backside that the deal was for the whole day, twentyfour hours and while he might have conceded already, she was holding him to the bet. She even chided him in her slightly slurred drunken voice that ‘the day’ as it was, was far from over. That's when Marty started to realize something funny was going on.
“Well my sweet little wife” Kate whispered “have you forgotten how your days always end after you've been out juicing up your clients?”
And now after being kissed roughly and lifted off his feet to be carried off to bed, Marty sat trying to take in Kate's ultimatum. She had reminded an angry Marty in no uncertain terms who wore the ring and that she had the power to do anything. Marty sunk back defeated as Kate was now naked before him, her cock stood out straight and hard. The sight of her husband teary and fearful like a frightened rabbit only made her arousal greater. Any ideas she had about letting Marty off the deal faded with that look. This was going to be so much fun she thought to herself.
Marty sat slightly transfixed on the organ that had until this morning belonged to him. Kate had a point though, every time Marty had been out to a successful business meeting and had a few drinks he routinely came home and ravished his wife without really taking her thoughts or days stresses into account. God was he going to be the woman in bed tonight? Could he do it? Would it hurt? How would he feel? He didn't want to do this but he didn't want to end up as a sister to Emily again either.
With a sigh of resignation Marty got up off the bed and headed to the dresser that Kate kept her nightwear in. He was going to slip into something to sleep in when he heard his old voice ‘ahem’ behind him.
“What are you doing Marty?”
“I'm getting something to sleep in of course.”
“I don't think you understood me Marty, now get your kickers off and get back on this bed. Now!” Kate's male voice was strong and demanding.
“But Kate.”
“But Kate nothing Marty. Do as I say babe!” Kate said bluntly.
“Please Kate let’s not do this,” Marty begged.
Marty was about to try for the dresser again when he felt a strong grip on his wrist. He was swiftly spun around by his stronger wife and dragged back to the bed where he landed on his rump. Before he could complain or defend himself Kate had grabbed his panties and dragged them to his knees. Marty fought but was unable to stop from being disrobed. In a blur Kate was on top of him. Marty tried to push his wife off but his weaker body was no match as Kate kissed him hard and her hands began to fondle any part of Marty she could get to. Marty then felt a hardness between his thighs as Kate forced his legs apart with her own legs. Marty tried to cry out but he was kept quiet by Kate's forceful kissing. Kate thrust forward from her hips and tried to enter Marty whose squirming was making it difficult. Marty resisted gallantly so Kate tried another plan. Marty thought Kate was giving up when she backed back off her husband, he was wrong though as Kate quickly dropped down and landed her tongue smack on Marty's pussy! Marty again tried to fight Kate off by pushing her shoulders with his smaller hands but her superior strength made the task futile. Marty struggled and cursed but slowly his resistance was being overwhelmed by a feeling of warmth and arousal between his legs as Kate's oral technique began to take effect. Soon enough Marty's pushing with his hands turned into clasping his wife's face hard into his crotch as he got more and more excited. How could he be enjoying being the woman? He tried to comprehend things but he was too far gone to think straight. He was going to orgasm as a female really soon and that's all he wanted right now. His hips bucked against Kate's mouth and he craved more and more of her tongue. Marty was lost in pleasure when suddenly Kate stopped!
“So you want to cum babe?” Kate asked sternly.
“Uh uh” was all Marty could get out.
“OK then, you know what you have to do too get it,” Kate added.
“Please Kate no!” Marty begged.
“Are you sure, hmm I wonder if there are any more baby shows coming up?” Kate taunted Marty.
Marty looked at Kate who was intense in her demeanor. For a silent moment Marty weighed up his needs and his options. Kate said nothing and just waited on her haunches between Marty's knees, her cock poking out straight and bobbing slightly. Marty made up his mind, with a look of defeat he reached down and took his old equipment in one hand and drew his wife forward, forcing her body to follow. Slowly Kate climbed up and onto Marty and his hand led her member to nirvana. Marty guided Kate's erection to the opening he now possessed. And with a slippery gliding motion Kate pushed herself inside Marty and the couple got to experience each other’s positions for the first time. Marty felt himself being filled and Kate felt her cock become engulfed in a warm wet sanctuary. She then drew back and slid in again as she heard Marty with her old voice moan ever so slightly and she felt his hips rise tentatively to meet her thrust. In and out the couple found a rhythm. Marty quickly found his earlier arousal returning and Kate felt an electricity in her groin, the like she had never known as a woman. Marty still felt dominated and forced into this act but he also found the stimulation hard to reject. His body was in fact responding against his will. Kate found she was able to pump faster and faster as she gained control of her body. The quick transfer from enjoyment to climax caught Kate off guard though. She found herself cursing out loud as a stream of spunk left her body and streamed into Marty's waiting pussy. And in a moment it was over.
Kate rolled off her husband, totally amazed at the ferocity of the male experience. Marty was relieved but inwardly he cursed the fact Kate hadn't waited for him to orgasm. She hopped up and was soon showering, Marty drifted off to sleep for a few minutes. He awoke as Kate plonked her freshly washed body back down on the bed. It was as he lay there recovering that he noticed the change. His breasts were huge!
Marty just stared at his oversized boobs in amazement; he'd never dreamed he'd ever get this close to a set this size in real life. Yet here he was, only they weren't attached to some bimbo, they were attached to him. Marty gingerly put his hands on them and checked them out. He figured that if he stood up he'd be unable to see his feet due to their size. He looked at Kate who was lying on her side watching Marty make his discovery. She smiled mischievously.
“What do you think of your giant hooters darling?”
“I'm not impressed Kate,” replied Marty.
“Really babe? Judging from your little ‘collection’ at work I thought you'd be rapt, it sure was nice playing with them while we screwed.” Kate laughed.
“Maybe for you, I didn't even know you'd done that till just now, and I hope your satisfied Kate. I know you got off, I can feel it dripping everywhere.” Marty whined.
“Funny I never heard you wanting to know how I felt afterwards when things were the other way around. I'm sorry you didn't get to enjoy your big knockers, but seeing you playing with them gives me an idea.” Kate sounded wide awake and ready for fun now.
“Well you can keep these melons when we change back,” Marty said as Kate was moving towards him.
Before another word was spoken Kate was straddling her husband at the waist. Her large frame pinned Marty where he lay.
“Let's see if we can have some fun with them,” Kate said.
With that Kate reached down and began fondling the large breasts attached to Marty's chest. She tweaked them and flicked them with her fingertips. Marty's body reacted and his nipples went rock hard. Every caress and pinch from Kate brought more pleasure to Marty. Kate then leaned down and took one nipple in her mouth and worked it over with her tongue. She even sucked it until Marty began to lactate! Marty felt waves of excitement run through his entire body and it emanated from his breasts. Kate was working him over good and she soon found her own body rising to the occasion. Slipping one hand behind her she dipped her fingers into Marty's honey-pot and then she rubbed the juices between Marty's boobs. Marty was too aroused to complain but he tried to protest when Kate lurched forward planting her cock into Marty's cleavage. The slick tract between his fleshy globes gave Kate the lubrication she needed to slide her cock back and forth between Marty's ample bosom. Marty tried to complain but Kate silenced him by thrusting her cock forward the extra four or five inches to meet his lips!
Marty was in heaven. His breasts were on fire as Kate sucked them, nipped them with her teeth, rolled them with her tongue and drew milk from them. During this he felt Kate fingering his pussy. He thought she was going to bring him off to make up for earlier but she just rubbed her moist fingers between his boobs. He was going to ask what she was doing when it became obvious. Kate shifted her weight forward and along with it came her cock, sliding between his breasts and using the moisture to slide like she was fucking him! Marty saw his old dick drive towards his face and retreat through the valley of flesh. His old cock was hard and angry and he feared it might get close to his mouth! He was about to tell Kate not to get any closer when she pushed forward even more and Marty suddenly found himself tasting cock! Kate pushed herself more and Marty tried to move his face away from the action. Kate though had other ideas. She pinned his arms by his side with her legs and held Marty's face still. Slowly and with a tight grip on Marty's head Kate slid her pelvis forward forcing her cock into Marty's lips, pushing, demanding, commanding Marty to suck it! Marty now knew what Kate meant by fun. Helpless to refuse Marty finally opened his mouth and accepted Kate's dick. Inch by humiliating inch Kate put more and more of her new equipment inside that hot little mouth her husband owned now. She was lost in the power of her situation and the pleasure she was feeling in her manhood.
Marty tried his best to make his wife happy with his mouth and he gagged many times before Kate decided she'd had enough. Kate climbed off Marty and padded to the bedroom door and switched the light off. A debased Marty climbed under the covers and soon felt Kate beside him. Marty rolled away from Kate and hoped he would be asleep soon so that his whole day could end. He couldn't sleep in his usual position though as the huge tits he had wouldn't allow it. Rolling back on his back Marty whined and moaned about the awkwardness of his breasts and Kate's need to have sex while they were switched. He didn't really want to talk to Kate right now but he felt she had to know he wasn't happy. Kate found Marty's whining about having to have sex boring. She never complained all those times he'd come and just expected her to comply with his desires. It was while she was tuned out to Marty's chatter, that she began thinking back to the last time Marty had come home drunk and had his fun, when she remembered what had happened.
Marty knew Kate wasn't listening to him but he felt he just had to tell her how inconsiderate she was. Ok, so maybe he'd been that way in the past, but two wrongs didn't make a right. When he got his body back he was definitely going to be more considerate of his wife. He was just about to tell her this when he felt Kate's hands around his waist drawing him to her in a cuddle. Marty was going to say cuddles were ok but don't get any ideas when Kate used her extra strength to leverage her smaller husband onto his stomach. Marty was flipped easily over by Kate and his big tits smashed into the mattress. Kate forced her way behind him and between his legs. Marty couldn't believe Kate wanted sex again after all he'd just said to her about keeping herself under control. He wasn't expecting what came next though. With little ceremony Marty felt the now familiar hardness against his opening but this time it wasn't his pussy! With a strangled cry Marty felt Kate entering his backside! Kate forced her way in with one deliberate motion until she was buried to her balls! Marty went to scream in pain and found he had no voice! He couldn't make a sound of any kind. Kate had wished away that ability. Tears streamed from Marty's eyes as Kate withdrew and pushed again. As she did so she leant forward and whispered in Marty's ear.
“Remember last month Marty when you got the Martin account stitched up and you were ripe for some fun? Do you remember what you did?” Kate seemed to punctuate each word with a forward thrust!
Marty was hurting and his body was nothing more than a receptacle for Kate's anger and her words brought back to him the night she mentioned. What he was getting from her now Marty himself had done to Kate. Sure he'd spent quite some time cajoling and preparing his wife for this form of sex but she still felt sore afterwards. Now he was getting an idea of that pain and he didn't like it. He felt Kate's fingers in his pussy as she fucked him and this time they seemed to know exactly where to play. Within a minute or two Kate had Marty so aroused he couldn't stand it. Kate knew her own body well enough to know exactly how to bring it pleasure and she was making Marty dripping wet! She kept him on the edge until she felt her own pleasure rising from within her balls. Then as her second male orgasm rushed forth she flipped the orgasm switch in Marty with her fingers.
Marty was sore, Marty was aroused beyond belief. Marty could not believe his was being taken like a bitch in heat while his whole body shuddered with pleasure. He felt Kate lean in hard and thrust one more time and he thought he felt her hot stream deep inside his bottom, he felt his first female orgasm completely engulf him at the same time. The whole contrast sent his brain into a spin as he came hard; he forced himself back onto Kate's cock trying to get another thrust out of it.
Kate could not believe she had just done that. She had actually screwed Marty anally! And by making him cum he'd actually seemed to want more. Carefully she eased out of Marty and disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. In the darkness she slipped back into bed. A minute later she felt Marty get up and head to the bathroom, it was a good twenty minutes before she felt him return to bed, silence ruled, no words were spoken. Kate wished Marty's breasts back to their normal dimensions and soon she heard him sleeping. Kate lay awake for a while pondering the sheer power and exhilaration of her situation. Kate had to change Marty and she back in the morning but this had been a life changing experience.
The alarm clock didn't break Marty's tired sleep, but Emily's cries did. He tried to shut it out but he heard Kate mumble from the other side of the bed that he had better feed their daughter. Marty then remembered he owned the feeding implements still. Wearily and more than a little sore he got up and headed to the babies room. Marty fed Em standing up as he wasn't game to put his backside to anything firmer than cotton right now. He did all the other tasks required and settled Emily back down before returning to bed. He climbed in and not a minute later the alarm went off! Marty tried to stay in bed but the sound of Kate in the bathroom relieving herself standing up that reminded him that things needed to be put right. Marty climbed from bed and waited hands on hips for Kate to enter the bedroom again.
“Kate the time is up, it’s time to change back now,” Marty almost pleaded but without trying to sound whiney.
“Yes babe your right, hang on then.”
With the usual tingle Marty felt himself changing and saw Kate changing too. In a snap the pain Marty was feeling was gone and he felt really refreshed. He checked his equipment with a loving smile. The couple went about their morning routine with only casual chatter and it seemed neither wanted to broach the subject of what had happened the previous night. Before long Marty was sitting on his morning train, after giving Kate and Emily a kiss goodbye in the car.
On the train Marty buried his thoughts in a newspaper, and was soon behind is desk and receiving a coffee, compliments of Jill. As she wandered from his office Marty began to wonder if indeed Jill was a little too familiar and casual with him and did he take her large breasts into account when he hired her? She didn't seem that big chested today as he looked at her. His first point of business though was to move his personal directory on his pc to a deeper hiding place. As he viewed a couple of his images collected over the years he had flash of desire, it was momentary but the image of some guy sliding his cock between a mountainous cleavage, and it grabbed him mentally. The desire though manifested itself as if he was the owner of the chest and not the cock. Marty quickly cleared that errant thought and knew it was due to his day as Kate. He'd definitely found there was residual feelings after each change. His images safely tucked away Marty returned to normal business issues.
Back at home Kate plunged into pre work ritual of what housework could be done before leaving for work. Soon enough Emily was in daycare and Kate was once again putting up with tough customers and her bitchy boss. Another tough day of work, then housework, then child tending kept Kate busy until after dinner, which she also had to prepare. As she sat with Marty and watched a bit of TV Kate began to get an idea. Tomorrow was the weekend and Kate knew what she had to do.
The couple hit the sack early, both probably a bit too tired from their efforts the night before. Kate spent a long time lying in bed thinking, weighing up options.
Marty woke feeling pretty good. Kate wasn't in bed but he could hear her moving about the house. He sat up when he heard her coming. Kate entered the bedroom carrying a tray of breakfast and wearing almost nothing! Hours later as Kate rode Marty's cock to orgasm number three he was never happier. Kate taking Emily to the park at the exact time the game came on TV was another small blessing Marty was thankful for. The great meal that night further enamored the husband for his wife. As they lay in bed that night Kate turned and asked Marty a few questions. The frost of the previous days was now fully thawed.
“Honey I was thinking about the ring, and I was wondering that seeing it has the power, what changes you'd like to make to this body,” Kate asked looking down at herself.
“Changes? To your body?” Marty answered without much idea what Kate meant.
“Yeah, I was thinking that seeing as I could be any shape or size I wanted, that we might create a new ‘normal’ for this body.” Kate answered looking down at herself.
“We?” Marty replied a little unsure where this was going.
“Well seeing as you need to be happy looking at me Marty then I want to leave any modifications up to you. As long as you don't turn me into some freak and I basically still look like me pretty much that is. I know you’re into large breasts Marty so that might be a place to start. You could use the ring to redesign me so to speak.” Kate paused.
This was a new turn of events and it made Marty wonder. Kate was going to give him the ring to use on her to make into his ideal woman. After all she'd done to him she was going to trust him with the ring. Kate allowed the idea to sink in with Marty. She knew she was taking a risk but she was confident things would work out for her. Marty found himself beginning to wonder what Kate could look like, if he had the ring.
“Ok Kate, if you’re sure,” Marty answered after a while.
“Yes Marty I am. I mean if you gave me massive boobs I could always reduce them when you weren't around and return to normal when you were.”
“I guess so, you know I'm not a big fan of using the ring too much Kate but this is sort of like cosmetic surgery without the operations.”
“Exactly Marty,” Kate said sleepily as she rolled over and snuggled into Marty.
“Well if you're sure about this Kate” Marty asked.
“Yes honey I'm sure,” Kate answered before kissing Marty goodnight.
Marty lay awake wondering about all Kate had said and about the ring. The power it had possessed had sure made life interesting since they'd found it. He began to wonder if he wasn't suffering “Darren Stevens” syndrome. Here his wife had a power far beyond the capabilities of anyone else yet he had tried to stop her using it. Was he right to do that, did he have such a right?
Morning brought a fresh feel to the couple as the past days tensions were no longer. After a morning of tidying up around the garden and some time spent playing with Emily life was relaxed again.
“Listen Marty, I'm going to go do some grocery shopping. Why don't you pull out your girly magazines and think about what you want to do.“ Kate called out from the bedroom as she changed into something else to wear.
“I don't have any,” Marty protested as he joined Kate in the bedroom.
“Honey it's ok. I have known about them all our time together. There is nothing wrong with a bit of fantasy Marty. You shouldn't feel you need to hide such things from me. Although I'd hate to find them laying around constantly. Who knows with the ring we might be able to spice things up even more.”
“Keep an ear out for Emily while I'm gone honey.” Kate asked as she gave Marty a peck on the cheek before leaving.
“Sure thing hon.”
With that Kate was gone and after a couple of minutes Marty moved to the drawer that contained his little stash of magazines. He sat on the bed flicking through the pages of them wondering what changes he could make to his wife's body. A few mental images coursed through his mind as the painful events caused by the ring became distant memories. By the time Kate had returned from shopping Marty had his changes in his mind.
Another nice evening meal and the couple were alone watching TV. Marty leaned over to his wife and whispered that he had made some choices for the rings use. Kate smiled and put down her glass of wine. With a deliberate motion she removed the ring from her finger and handed it to her husband. Marty knew this was Kate's ultimate gift of trust in him. With an “are you sure” from Marty. Kate nodded slowly. Marty slipped the ring on his finger.
“Do you want to know my ideas before we do this darling?” Marty asked.
“Honey I trust you, surprise me.” Kate answered.
“Ok, here goes.”
Marty pictured the changes in his head and closed his eyes as he wished them to come true. Moments later he opened his eyes to see the same old Kate before him. He tried again but nothing, Kate sensed something was wrong and asked Marty if he'd started yet. Marty said yes and that he had tried twice. Kate tried to talk Marty through how she had used the ring and he followed her instructions but still nothing.
A half hour of frustration and Marty gave up. He reluctantly handed the ring back to Kate who slipped it back on her finger.
“I'm sorry honey but it just won't work.” Marty was a little disappointed.
“That's weird; I would have bet anything it would have.” Kate answered.
“Guess you'll have to make your own changes Kate.”
“Yes but there's no reason why you can't talk me though them Marty.”
In a flash Kate had the answer. After a bit of coaxing Kate was able to get Marty to voice his changes to her. It seemed harder for Marty to say them out loud than it would have been to just wish for them. What resulted was Kate was now taller and more statuesque, her breasts were much larger and firmer as well, her legs were longer. Her face was clear of lines and imperfections. Gone were stretch marks and the odd blemish, also Kate noticed her body hair was gone. Kate found it interesting that her lips were a bit fuller now and her backside more round, without being too obvious.
“What do you think honey,” Kate asked?
“Honey your gorgeous, so hot too!” Marty remarked.
“I'm so glad you like the changes babe, I think they are great.” Kate answered.
Five minutes later the couple was rolling in bed making love like teenagers. It was a lovely night and they slept late on Sunday, except for feeding Emily. In fact when she cried for her late morning feed Marty had a suggestion.
“Honey why don't I feed Em this time, you can lay in bed.” Marty offered.
“If you’re sure babe, you'll need the equipment though.” Kate noted.
“Yes I know honey.”
“Ok, hang on.”
Marty felt the tingling as his chest began to expand like balloons. In a few minutes Marty was wandering to the baby's room with two breasts swinging in the breeze. Marty completed the feeding task and brought his daughter back to bed for a play. Emily played on the bed with her mum and her dad who both had boobs! Finally Kate returned Marty to normal and life went about as usual for a lazy Sunday.
Marty took time to gaze on his wife's altered form and really liked what he was seeing. Marty was feeling good that Kate had entrusted him with the changes. It got him to thinking and it was just after lunchtime when he asked Kate if she would like to do to him what he had done to her, that is alter his body to fit her liking. Kate didn't say yes or no right away but later that day she said if Marty was willing to trust her with his body then she'd be willing to do it. So it was that Marty found himself being sculptured by Kate and the ring. In the end he was now six foot tall, he appeared maybe six or seven years younger, his gut was gone and his appendage was now maybe two inches longer! Marty stood naked in the bathroom and admired such a body he could never have achieved without Kate's help.
So that Sunday night the newly carved bodies of Kate and Marty were lying in bed, both very satisfied with the changes they had made to the other. The proposition had been a winner and as Marty felt a new tightness when he slid inside his wife life was rosy indeed.
Life for the next week was normal except that Marty noticed his secretary Jill seemed somewhat larger in the chest area. Marty wondered if maybe he was imagining it and the Jill was always this top heavy. It was during the next week that Marty got a call at work from Kate. She seemed like she had something to tell him.
“Marty you know my bother Mark; he rang me to say he needed my help.”
“Yeah, what is it honey?
”Well he asked me last week if I knew any girls who wanted to go to a school dance with him. To cut the story short I asked Melody who said yes after I promised to buy her a dress to go in. Well she just rang me to say her family was going away for a few days and she wouldn't be in town to go to the dance with Mark.”
“Oh dear, have you told Mark? When is this dance?”
“No I haven't worked up the courage to break his heart yet and the dance is Friday night, so he only has a day or so to find another date.” Kate was sounding quite down about things
“Well honey I don't think there is anyone I know who is the right age to help out. Hey! This is off the top of the head and bit left field but maybe you could change yourself into Melody with the ring and not have to tell Mark anything?” Marty hadn't even thought much about the ring lately but the idea seemed to pop into his head.
“Hmm I'm not sure I could go on a date with my own brother even if I was in another form, thanks for the suggestion honey.” Kate said.
“Ok, well give it some thought Kate and we can see if we can't come up with an idea tonight.” Marty added as he said a loving goodbye to his wife over the phone.
Marty gave the situation some idle thinking time but couldn't think of any girls who could help his young brother in law. At home Marty and Kate ate dinner and were tossing ideas about. Kate stopped and went quiet.
“Honey I have an idea and I need your help.” Kate spoke finally.
“Go on dear.” Marty answered.
“Well we need another girl for Mark and he thinks Melody is going to be his date. So, we need to use the ring to create a Melody because we can't find someone at short notice.” Kate chose her words deliberately.
“Ok so you’re going to do it then Kate.”
“Um no babe, I still feel icky about dating my kid brother, no my suggestion is I change you into Melody and you take the date.” Kate paused and waited... and waited.
“Well Kate how see how it works on a simple level and all but I'm not sure. Is there any other way?” Marty's response was a while coming but it wasn't a flat out no.
“So you'll do it?” Kate asked imploringly.
“I don't know Kate. It's a bit weird.” Marty again didn't say no.
“Please Marty, I'm sure it will be ok and you can get to experience being at a school dance.” Kate added a small reminder that Marty's all boy school upbringings had meant he never did the school dance thing.
“Well I guess so Kate; if there is no other alternative I suppose it will be ok.”
“Thank you honey, this means so much to me, and to Mark.”
“Well I hope it all goes ok too dear.” Marty responded still a little hesitant.
“Everything will be fine Marty, I'm sure.”
The rest of the evening was uneventful except for Kate showing the dress she and Melody had picked out. Marty thought it was nice but made little comment. Kate also told Marty he'd have to go have his hair done on Friday afternoon but that she would be there with him to pay for it.
Marty spent the next day Thursday, a little pre occupied at work. Jill even noticed this and had to remind her boss he was at work. Marty snapped from his thoughts and thanked Jill for the sarcastic reminder. Marty also noticed Jill seemed even bigger up top this week than last. He felt convinced now that Kate had been meddling. Mind you the sight of Jill with what appeared to be DD cup breasts pushing at her blouses wasn't something he wanted to end.
Friday morning Kate reminded Marty he had to take a half day off so he could be home in time to go to the salon and have his hair done. So it was at a little after 1pm that Marty arrived home from work feeling a little unnerved about his impending date. After having a light lunch Kate told Marty she'd run a warm bath for him and to go ahead and have a soak. Marty slipped into the bath and noticed Kate had added a very scented mixture to it. As he relaxed he felt the tingle in his body and knew Kate and the ring were at work. As he lay in the warm water Marty watched a chest develop and his hips change. He actually giggled as he watched his cock slip below the water line and disappear. It was replaced by a smallish slit and a tiny strip of pubic hair. He felt his face and hair changing and knew when he hopped out Melody their baby sitter would be staring back from the mirror.
Twenty minutes later Marty did just that and wrapped a towel around his new body. Drying himself and slipping on his robe Marty headed out to find his wife. Kate was in the living room feeding the baby and greeted her changed husband with a reassuring smile.
“Marty I've laid out a simple outfit for you to wear to the salon, so just go pop that on and we will get going.”
“Ok honey, by the way how do you know what Melody looks like under her clothes?” Marty was finding his young girl voice a little difficult to accept.
“Well we tried the dress on and she had to give her measurements as it has a fitted bodice. Other than that I just made it up.” Kate said.
“Ok well I won't be long.” Marty replied over his shoulder as he wandered to the spare room where his clothes were.
Marty looked at the bra as he slipped it on, ‘34b huh’ he said to himself. He didn't know why Kate would think that Melody would have nipples this big or the darkest areolas he'd seen. He figured Kate was just indulging Marty's liking for nice boobs. Marty was dressed and he stepped into the low heeled sandals on the floor and returned to find Kate bundling up Emily for the trip. Ten minutes later Marty was stepping from the car and heading to the beauty parlor for the second time as a customer.
Nearly two hours later Marty emerged with a hairdo that made him look much older and mature than his current seventeen year old body. He actually felt pretty as Kate drove them home. This might be a cool sort of experience after all Marty confided to Kate at home. He had begun to realize that even though he was going to be the girl that he had missed this sort of occasion growing up. He made up his mind to have a good time and to enjoy himself and also to make sure Mark was proud to have him on his arm. Kate was amazed at how when the ring changed them, that the longer they stayed in the altered form the more accustomed they became to its characteristics.
At home Kate began the fussing involved with getting a young girl ready for a big date. Marty found himself in their bedroom as Kate dragged some shopping bags from the wardrobe. Firstly the underwear, Kate mentioned she was originally going to just use hers on Marty but then decided earlier today to buy some new things that would also fit better. So Marty slipped on a strapless white bra that had quite detailed lacework. Next he slipped the white satin panties on and they fit snuggly around his new womanhood.
Kate then sat Marty down and proceeded to do her makeup. Kate started by doing Marty's nails with a subtle pale green polish. Now Marty became a blank palette for Kate who really got into doing his makeup. It was fun to share this normally mundane task with another and Kate was giving Marty lots of advice about how to maintain things once he was out. Marty though could care less; he was feeling the cold in just his underwear. Kate noticed Marty shivering a bit and asked if he'd like to get dressed. Marty nodded and Kate hunted down one of Marty's shirts which Marty slipped on. He found it odd to be wearing something of his male clothing because it felt like a robe instead of a shirt on his now smaller body. Still it had the effect of stopping his shivering which Kate welcomed as she was having trouble getting Marty's eyes done properly.
It seemed like hours to Marty and minutes to Kate but finally she stepped back and announced she was done. Marty swung around to see his wife's handiwork. Melody was a pretty girl but the combination of the hair and the makeup caught Marty by surprise. Sitting in just his underwear he looked like some school boys wet dream. That's when Marty realized fully he was in fact going on date, with a schoolboy.
Marty thought he'd be getting the dress on but Kate made him sit on the bed while she painted his toenails! Kate explained the shoes she bought were open toed so it was important that Marty had polish on. The whole process took about twenty minutes and the pale silvery green toes sparkled at Marty. Now his fingers and toes matched each other. Marty was amazed at how long this process was taking and wondered if he'd ever be ready. The clock now said 6pm and they'd been at this for ages. Mark was due to arrive at 7pm; surely he'd be ready by then?
Marty finally got to get dressed and he stepped into the dress as Kate drew it up around him. Marty knew why he was wearing a strapless bra now as the dress didn't go much higher than the top of the bra. Kate zipped him up from the back and pulled and adjusted here and there. Kate stood back and admired her handiwork and looked puzzled before scrounging in her jewelry box. A round broach was pinned to the dress on the bust line. Kate re-examined things before digging out a bracelet and ear rings. Marty felt a tingle on his ears as Kate used the ring to pierce his ears. She slipped the ear rings in and explained to her husband how to remove and re-insert them. The bracelet went nicely on his wrist. Kate was now happy with her efforts and Marty stood before her, a picture of teenage loveliness. Mark was going to be so excited she thought. He may very well have the prettiest girl at the dance by his side. It helped that Kate had used the ring to make Melody a little more perfect as she worked on her, rather him.
Marty had remained quiet during the final stage of the exercise and allowed Kate her time to fuss and accessorize. No point him offering any advice he figured. Jewelry and stuff wasn't his domain at all. One thing though he felt quite exposed with his shoulders uncovered by this style of dress. It was like he was showing himself off or something. Of course when he took the time to rationalize the situation he knew that was exactly what he was doing. As a woman Marty was dressing to impress his, rather, her male companion. The art of elegance was truly a female art and Kate had highlighted Melody's features brilliantly. The dress was a lovely pale green and it fell right to the floor. Kate then placed the shoes in front of Marty who could not put them on because there was so much dress down there. He had to sit and get Kate to slip them on for him, it was just too difficult with his nails and the dress and not really having a life experience of wearing heels. As Marty looked at the complete package in the full length mirror for the first time he sort of envied Mark. Having this girl go on a date would be a dream come true for most seventeen year olds.
The clock said 6:45pm and Melody was amazed she was ready before time. Swishing down the hallway to the living room she poured herself a scotch. Marty always liked a good scotch and being Melody wasn't going to stop him. As he sipped he noticed it didn't taste as good as usual and he wondered whether he had teen girl taste buds now too. Still it warmed him inside and calmed him a little. Now as the time neared to meet Mark, Melody had gotten a little nervous about the dance and all it entailed. She poured another quick shot and gulped it down. Kate came from the baby's room and chastised her husband for drinking, saying he was now a young woman not some seasoned drinker. Still she could understand Marty's nerves. This was a first for him after all.
Melody looked at her wife and asked if she was sure this was going to work. Kate gave Melody a reassuring hug and told her everything would be fine and that she should concentrate on having a good time and to enjoy the experience. Melody had told herself that earlier in the day but her resolve was fading fast. Kate could see this and hoped her brother would arrive soon before Melody backed out of the deal. It was 7:10 now, where was he?
The sound of a car in the driveway signaled Mark's arrival. Melody waited in the living room as she heard Kate and her brother chatting in the kitchen. Then it was time for introductions and Mark was as charming as he could be by telling Melody she looked fantastic. Melody blushed with embarrassment and pride. A bit of small talk and Kate was telling them they had better get going.
Kate had arranged to drive them as it wasn't far away. So Kate bundled Emily into the car and Melody sat in the back seat while Mark sat up front. Kate had presented Melody with a purse to match the dress and it was filled with makeup and tissues amongst other items like tic-tacs and safety pins. It was only a ten minute trip and the young couple hopped from the car. Kate called out for them to ring her when they wanted to be picked up. Melody waved to her wife and daughter as they disappeared into the distance. Turning she was greeted by Mark holding out an arm. Melody wrapped her bare hairless arm through her dates arm and walked to the motel entrance. The sound of music was emanating from inside as Mark presented the girl on the door with two tickets before they entered the room.
Melody and Mark entered the room and wandered a bit until Mark spied some friends. Melody quickly found herself being introduced to about half a dozen couples of similar age and she tried hard to remember all their names. They were standing around as the band played and she found herself being asked if she went to school and where did she get her dress? Melody kept up with things as best she could and seemed to be accepted by the other girls most of whom went to school with Mark and his friends. The band took a break and some guy on the stage announced that entrees were being served. Mark led his date to their table and they sat and began dinner. Melody found herself starting to relax and enjoy the night and Mark was good company. It was just after the main course that the call of nature forced her to make her way to the restroom and join a small queue waiting for a free stall. It was here that Melody was offered a swig of vodka by one of the girls in the bathroom. The small silver hip flask appeared from beneath a raised hem and Melody not wanting to appear a prude imbibed with the others. Swigging vodka straight isn't that advisable at the best of times and it took the young girls breath away. Melody found herself a bit light headed as she sat and emptied her bladder. Holding the voluptuous dress up at the same time proved quite a challenge too.
Melody did her best to touch up her makeup before returning to the dance. Mark then surprised her by asking if she would like to dance. Melody was a bit scared of this situation as she had never danced with a boy before. With a pang of anxiety she strolled to the dance floor with Mark who took the young girl in his arms and made a good fist of a slow but not too slow dance. Three tunes later Melody had to rest her aching feet. These shoes weren't made for anything other than fashion!
Between courses Mark looked keen to chat to his mates and Melody saw that look he knew well and whispered to her date that he should go join his mates. Marty had been where Mark had been plenty of times, trying to stay attentive to his date but wanting so badly to catch up with his male friends. As she watched Mark wander over to the circle of boys he felt good about this night. Turning back to her table though she realized she was now sitting with three other girls he barely knew. Melody was quickly included in the female chatter and asked things about how she knew Mark and had they been out before and what did she think of him. Melody was able to answer things easily as it had been a blind date arranged by Mark's sister. Melody honestly said she thought Mark was very nice.
As Melody slipped her shoes off under the table to rest her aching toes the conversation turned to topics like fashion, music and hot guys. Melody tried to say little as she knew nothing about such things. This translated into her sounding a bit silly and uninformed when she did speak. The fact she was actually now drunk from the scotch and the vodka only made her seem more so. The more she tried to sound up with things the more she sounded out of it. The other girls liked but they didn't think she had much to offer apart from being pretty.
As the night wore on Marty found he was dancing more and babbling even more. Mark stayed close to his date as he felt she had snuck a couple of drinks and was a little drunk. Still he was enjoying himself as Melody was a lot of fun and she liked to dance. Desert came and went and before long Melody again found herself trying to stand straight as she waited for a free bathroom stall. A lot of the girls were now a little tipsy even though it was a non-alcohol event. Melody had just enough presence of mind to refuse any more offers of drinks for the night. Finally the last couple of boppy numbers rang out and Melody was on the dance floor in bare feet, jumping and jiving around with a large group of teenagers. Marty felt good and had really had a great time, even considering he wasn't his normal self. Being a girl wasn't that hard he figured, he felt like Mark liked him and also happy to be with her.
The band announced the last set was here and a series of slow close dancing numbers rang out. Melody found herself in Mark's arms as the very slowly danced. As the lights were down low and the great evening wound down. Melody looked up at her taller date and saw him smiling down at her. Mark whispered how much he'd enjoyed being here with Melody and she blushed with pride at the compliment. As they looked into each other's eyes it was a natural progression for Mark to lean down and kiss the girl in his arms. Melody saw it coming and did nothing to stop her date. Did she want the same thing? Melody felt a warm set of lips on hers and reciprocated while feeling Mark's embrace tighten a little. Melody felt great and the kiss went on for ages, it was so nice she felt like she was floating. Tongues played and bodies pushed ever so subtly together. It seemed like a magic few seconds but in reality it was two songs in length! As the lights came up and the music stopped the couple broke their embrace with a flushed, slightly embarrassed look. As they walked to their table Melody heard just a couple of cheeky comments from others at the evening.
Mark was on the phone calling his sister and telling her it was a great night. Before long Mark and Melody were waiting just inside the front doors of the hotel. A cool breeze rushed in each time a couple left the building and Melody felt quite chilled around her bare shoulders, especially after the warmth of the ballroom. Mark didn't hesitate as he slipped his jacket off and draped it over his date. Melody admired the chivalry and reciprocated by leaning back and snuggling into Mark. As Melody waited with Mark's arms around her she wondered if this was in fact the perfect teen evening. The one he had never really experienced growing up? Feeling Mark's little kisses on the back of her exposed neck as she waited confirmed it.
Soon enough the sight of Kate pulling up outside had them scampering through the cool evening to the relative warmth of the car. As they drove home Kate was bombarded by a tipsy Marty, telling her what a great evening it was and how cool the band was and how nice Mark had been and what an excellent brother she had. Kate just smiled to herself as she listened to her husband ramble on just like a tipsy teen girl who had just had the date of her life. In fact she encouraged Marty as she drove. Melody was so ‘up’ it was amazing, she knew she was rambling but she didn't care it had been a fantastic night. Finally they were back home and the baby was put back to bed and the three were in the kitchen chatting about the night some more.
Before long Kate was suggesting it was time to finish up and she surprised Marty when she suggested Mark should stay the night here, and she would make up the sofa bed in the study for him. While Mark was in the bathroom Marty questioned his wife as this situation of Mark staying.
“Sorry honey, but I think he might have had a drink and I don't want him going home to mum and dad like that. By the way dear, seems like someone else is quite plastered?”
“Um, well yeah I was offered a nip of Vodka at the dance which I took but I guess I shouldn't have, it just seemed so elicit and I didn't want to not fit in with the other girls.”
“I see, well that's really very mature behavior Melody!” Kate's tone was sarcastic.
“I'm sorry I didn't think it would hurt.”
“Well, to be honest I am very disappointed; you have to remember your impersonating someone Martin.”
“Yes your right, of course.”
“Damn straight I am, and allowing Mark to stay makes it impossible for you to change back because I already told him you were staying overnight, so now you can be Melody for a little longer so that you realize your error.”
“But Kate I know I was wrong.”
“Melody I won't have you letting me down and risking Mark's reputation, do you understand... young lady?”
Marty was a bit shocked by his wife's stance and felt like he deserved a bit of slack for his sacrifice tonight. Her words were a bit sharp he felt and as he stood there he found himself beginning to lose his composure.
“Now go and get ready for bed, before I lose my temper,” Kate snapped.
Marty felt the tears beginning to stream as he stood there and he spun on his heels and holding the dress hem off the floor scurried through the house towards the bedroom. He brushed quickly past Mark on the way. His bedroom looked different and then he realized as Melody he was probably set up in the spare room. Sure enough he found it had a small suitcase of the clothes he'd worn yesterday and on the bed a pair of pink pajamas was laid out. Marty slumped on the bed and let the flood of emotions fall form his female form. For a good five minutes he sobbed quietly as he tried to get his rampant emotions under control. He felt like he'd behaved badly yet he had such a good time and hadn't embarrassed anyone and Mark really seemed to like Melody. Now he had to be Melody until Mark left in the morning. Why was Kate so angry at him? Or was Marty overstating his feelings? Whatever it was he finally got things steady and disrobed, he slipped the pink pajama bottoms on and tied the draw string around his smallish waist. Braless now Marty put the shirt type top on and sat at the dressing table with a mirror in front of him. A tear stained girl looked back at him, obviously upset and confused. This didn't seem like a fair punishment; in fact he didn't feel like he needed any punishment. Kate had really treated him like he was Melody, and he wasn't of course.
A gentle knock on the door and Marty called out softly for Kate to come in. He was glad she coming to apologize for being so harsh on him. Marty never figured he'd look into the mirror and see Mark there, holding two cups of coffee! As he approached Marty tried to compose himself and wipe away some of the tears. This only served to smudge mascara even further around his eyes. Mark handed Melody a coffee and stood silently behind her. He had been told that his sister and Melody had had a bit of a disagreement about her having a drink and how Kate was worried her parents would find out as she wasn't old enough for such things. She had also given Mark a couple of reminders he was no better and that he had to make sure his date was always looked after and he shouldn't have let that her drink at the dance either. So it was a reassuring Mark who quietly told Melody not to worry about his sister as her bark was worse than her bite. He also said he was sure she wouldn't tell Melody's parents about the drinking. Marty of course was very sure of that fact seeing as Melody wasn't even really here. Mark told Melody to drink some coffee it would help and he took a sip of his drink. Marty did have some coffee and the warmth did help him a bit. Mark began saying what a great night he had and how beautiful Melody was and Marty began to cheer up a little. Marty looked down at the array of creams and lotions before him and he spied the wipes used to remove makeup. As he chatted he began to remove the gunk form his face lips and eyes. He still was feeling a little tense being in his pajamas with Mark standing right there; after all he was naked underneath them.
Mark said he best get out her room as it was getting late, as he said this he put a hand on Melody's shoulder and gave her a gentle squeeze. Melody felt a rush of tension leave her body and she leaned back and closed her eyes. Mark put a second hand on the other shoulder of his date and repeated the attention. Melody felt wonderful all of a sudden. From down to up in one action, as Mark lingered and continued to rub Melody's shoulders and worked in a massaging motion. He said nothing and Melody did not open her eyes as he rubbed her neck and then back to her shoulders. Melody simply sighed in contentment, Mark's hands were taking away all the stress and she wished it would go on. In fact it might have had Kate not walked in told Mark his bed was ready. Melody was snapped from her reverie as Mark quickly bid her a good night. She looked over her shoulder to see Kate with her trademark not impressed frown as she left the room with a business like goodnight to her changed husband.
Marty was alone again and he robotically removed all of his make-up and grabbed the little toiletries bag from the small case. He went and brushed his teeth and went to the toilet, he then returned to his room and went to bed. He lay there for a while recapping the lovely night before falling asleep to the disturbing feelings he had had for Mark and the rather brusque attitude of his wife.
Marty woke to the smell of pancakes the sound of MTV. Shaking himself awake he foraged for and found a robe in the case, wrapping himself up he ventured tentatively into the living room, where Mark was sitting eating and watching the TV. Kate entered from the kitchen and greeted Melody and asked how she slept, to which Marty replied with a soft ok. Marty noticed it was already 11am as he took his wife's advice and headed to the kitchen for some pancakes. As he sat and ate, Kate moved beside him and caught his attention.
“Honey, sorry about last night but I just got carried away in the moment.”
“That's ok Kate, no big deal,” replied Marty.
“Well no, but now we another problem Marty.”
“What?”
“Well, Mark was up early this morning and went home, got showered and changed and has made his way back here.”
“Yeah, ah that's why he isn't wearing his suit.”
“Yes that's right, but here's the snag, seems you two agreed last night to have lunch at one of the girls houses today.”
“I did, I mean ‘we’ did?”
“Yep, Mark told me you were chatting to some of the girls late in the night and when asked, you accepted for both you and Mark.”
“Oh dear, we have to cancel I can't, I mean, it's too much, I'm not her.” Marty babbled.
“I agree but Mark has already spoken to this girl this morning, and they'll be here to pick you up at midday.”
“What do we do?” Marty asked.
“Well ‘we’ don't do anything, you however need to get ready however as its gone 11am.” Kate advised.
“But Kate, I can't.”
“Marty you have too, Mark is so excited by this lunch, and you can't crush him now.”
“Please Kate.”
“Melody, I'm telling you to go.”
“Kate. Don't do this.”
“Melody I am reaching the end of my patience, you get your girly backside under the shower now or I'll make you wish you were still your daughter's twin! Do I make myself clear?”
Crystal clear Marty thought as he swallowed his mouthful of pancake. Kate was making him do this and she wasn't taking no for an answer. So as he finished his breakfast Marty did head for the bathroom and under the shower. When he got out he found Kate there with a towel or two and she dried his hair as he dried himself. Kate spent the next ten minutes helping Marty dry and style his hair, before leaving to himself and his underwear. Marty reluctantly strapped himself into his bra and slipped on some panties before adding the robe for the walk back to his bedroom. Kate had laid out the outfit form the salon trip yesterday and Marty put on the dress and shoes and sat at the dressing table. He took Kate's advice form the bathroom to not wear too much makeup as he didn't need much for a daytime casual look. A bit of lipstick and lip gloss like Kate told him a smudge of blush and a little very light eye shadow was enough. Marty managed all this and with a deep sigh left the safety of his bedroom and returned to the living room where Mark greeted him with a hug and a peck on the cheek.
Marty sat and waited for the moment when a car horn outside signaled his departure. Kate handed him a small purse to take as he was walked hand in hand by Mark out to the waiting car. The girl Penny was beside her dad who'd driven to pick them up. Mark held the door for Melody as she slid into the backseat. Mark slid in next to her and held Melody's hands as greetings were exchanged. Before long, Melody was once again among the faces from last night, although only a handful. He ate and chatted with the group like he had last night and tried not to feel stupid. They sat around and watched a video of the dance one of the parents had taken. Marty was surprised to see himself dancing his feet off before a later shot caught him in that prolonged embrace with Mark. The gathered group gave a bit of lit hearted ribbing to the couple and Melody blushed big time. Melody got on pretty well with the girls in the group even if they were all still at school and he was well past that age as Marty. He found it easier to mix today than he had last night which was comforting. As the afternoon wore on he sort of nagged Mark to take him home as he was feeling tired, which he was. And Mark agreed. He asked if she wanted to walk as it would be a while to wait for a ride otherwise. Melody just wanted out and it wasn't too far. So they set off and Mark spent the whole walk holding Melody's hand and asking her all about herself. Marty did his best from what he knew of the girl who was his baby sitter.
Kate was doing some vacuuming when she heard a voice over the noise. Turning she saw Melody standing in the back doorway calling out. Kate did a double take, it wasn't Marty, it was the real Melody. Not wanting to seem rude Kate had no choice but to invite the young girl in.
Melody explained she had come by to apologize for standing up Mark. Kate was confused as she'd been told Melody had to go away for a few days. Melody explained that they were going away this afternoon in fact, her whole family for a couple of weeks, to the beach. The reason she couldn't go last night was her family went to visit a rather sick grandparent in a nursing home before they went away. They were told she probably wouldn't make it more than another week. So she just had to go last night. Melody said she really didn't want to go on the holiday but dad has insisted everyone was going. Kate understood of course and told her not to worry about Mark. Emily's cries interrupted them and Melody followed Kate to the baby's room while she fed her. It was as they were there they heard voices at the other end of the house.
Kate quickly realized Mark and Marty were here! She was in a panic. What were her options? Mark couldn't find out this way!
“Somebody is here Mrs. Watson.”
“Yes Melody, look, how good are you at acting and coping with mind blowing surprises?”
“What?”
“You'll see, just play along with me, please.”
“Ah, ok but I'm not sure...”
Melody's reservations were cut short by a tingling feeling and her body began to ripple and change. Kate got up and closed the nursery door as Melody's face was white with fear. Mark and Marty called out but the place seemed empty. Marty thought Kate might be bathing the baby or something. Mark switched the TV on it was soon blasting out MTV. Back in the nursery Kate tried to calm Melody who now looked exactly like Mr. Watson.
“I'm sorry Melody but it's a long story. I can change you back; don't worry, right now though I need you to pretend your Mr. Watson.”
“I don't understand Mrs. Watson? How?”
“I'll explain that later, let's just say I have some unique abilities and I used them last night to make sure Mark had his date. Now when we go out to the living room, you're going to get another shock and I want you to not show your surprise. Nobody will know who you are.”
“I'm scared? What's going on?”
“Like I said I'll explain later, please Melody just go with me for the next little while.”
“Ok but this is science fiction weird Kate.”
“I know but it's also totally under control, I promise, you'll be fine.”
“Ok, I've always trusted you Mrs. Watson.”
“Kate, you need to always call me Kate, or honey even.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Let's go.” Kate tried to be reassuring.
Kate in the spur had decided if she had two Melody's she had one too many, there was no time to do anything else but remove one from the picture. Another Marty was the obvious choice as there wasn't one right now. She figured she'd get Marty and Melody to make themselves scarce first opportunity and switch them while she sat with Mark. Marty could explain the details during that time.
Marty and Mark were sitting on the couch watching TV when they heard movement in the house. Kate appeared from the hallway and Marty was just about to say hi Mrs. Watson like he was Melody when he appeared behind her! Marty did a double take at seeing a copy of him standing by his wife. Mark just greeted his uncle Marty with a hello and asked him how he was. The Marty before them said a quiet fine thanks. Marty said a guarded hi to his likeness and it said hi back. What was this he wondered, had Kate changed Emily into him again for some reason. Was there a reason behind this? The other Marty looked a bit twitchy and scared too. Marty asked his hostess if she could help her with her things and dragged Kate off to the spare room. Mark started up a conversation with Melody thinking it was his uncle and he began to regale him about the dance last night. Alone, Marty almost screeched at his wife for an explanation.
“I'm sorry dear, it’s just Melody was here to apologize for not making it and she was explaining her situation. I was just chatting and feeding the baby when you two came home. I couldn't destroy Mark's life by exposing both of you and I couldn't change you while you were with him so I removed one Melody from the picture and changed her into you to avoid confusion.”
“Confusion, boy you got that wrong didn't you. How confused do you reckon I am right now?
”Yes I know, but you were at least aware of the ring and stuff.”
“Ok ok, so now Melody knows about it too.”
“Yes I am afraid so, well she doesn't know how I did it yet but I'll have to tell her.”
“Yes Kate but that's something for another time. Right now we have to swap with each other.”
“Ok well I'll go and send her back here and keep Mark busy while I change you both, ok?”
“Yes Kate but she'll have to know all about last night.”
“Yes that too Marty.”
“Um, excuse me but we have another visitor here sis.” Mark said poking his head through the doorway.
“What now,” Kate hissed to herself, as she headed back out to the living room, with Marty following behind.
As they entered Marty and Kate saw Melody's father Neville standing there chatting to a rather bemused Melody. Kate didn't know what to say and Marty was even more clueless.
“Hello there Kate, how are you?
”Fine thanks Neville, how are you?
“Yeah good, just dropping into to obey my daughter's instructions,” Neville said with a mild parental chuckle.
“Ok sweetie, let’s go, we need to get some miles done before dinner time.” Neville was directing his conversation to Marty who was standing beside his wife, in mild shock.
“But I'm not ready Nev, dad.” Marty squeaked in his girl voice.
“Nonsense pumpkin, you packed your bag and put in the car and told us to swing by and get you here.”
“But Dad, do I have to go?” Marty was pleading for time to climb out of this mess.
“Now look young lady, I know you’re not keen but don't try and pull any stunts, I'm not in the mood.” Neville was stern without being cross.
Marty looked for answers from Kate who looked back with an ‘I have no idea what to do’ look. How could this be happening? This couldn't be happening, could it? A moment's silence was broken by the new Marty.
“Have a great holiday Melody; we will see you when you get back.” Melody inside a body resembling Marty was suddenly assured and confident.
Marty's shoulders slumped as he walked slowly towards Melody's father who bid a farewell to the Watson family before turning and heading out to the car in the drive. Mark wanted to kiss her goodbye or say something sweet but he didn't fancy crossing Mr. Buxton on their first meeting. He just motioned with his hands that he'd call Melody as she looked forlornly over her shoulder from the doorway. Within a few minutes the sound of the Buxton family car reversing out of the drive and heading off into the wild blue yonder faded and Mark looking like a lost puppy, decided he'd head home too. Not before telling his sister and uncle how cool, how hot, hot totally sexy Melody was and he wished she didn't have to go. Another couple of minutes and Kate and Melody stood alone in the house.
“I guess I better start at the beginning Melody.”
“I guess so Mrs. Watson,” Melody quietly replied.
Kate sat down and told Melody the history of life since the ring came into her possession although she left out a few of the more salacious events so as not to overload the young girl. Meanwhile Marty sat in the backseat of the Buxton family sedan as it motored through the suburbs towards the coast. He just stared out the window forlornly, not wanting to interact with his newly acquired parents, his new kid sister or his baby brother.
When Kate was done she enquired of Melody about what Marty faced on this holiday. Melody said her family regularly rented a holiday home on the beach about a hundred miles away and spent a couple of weeks each summer down there. Melody added she hadn't wanted to go this time and the fluke situation that saw her avoid the holiday wasn't a bad thing, from her perspective. She said Marty would probably spend his days on the beach. Also he'd do a bit shopping, as her mum liked to use the trip to get some quality time with her daughter and buying her things seemed to be her way of doing it. There would be quite a few family dinners at different restaurants and a visit from her older sister who lived down that way as that's where her college was. Marty would have at least one night babysitting her sister and brother while her parents went out on their own. Melody said she also went to a nightclub with her sister last year but that probably wasn't Marty's cup of tea. Kate felt bad for Marty but figured he would survive.
Just then the phone rang and Kate answered. It was her mother-in-law who was inviting Marty, herself and Emily over for dinner later that night. Kate was a little unsure but as they normally would go without question Kate agreed. Melody who was still in Marty's form looked a little concerned having caught the topic of the chat. Kate said she would be fine and who did she want to be, Kate or Marty?
Melody wasn't sure where this whole thing was going but Kate pointed out that Marty was gone for a couple of weeks and she had to use some identity other than her own till then. They discussed a few things and it was agreed that as Marty needed to show up to work. He was out of leave and Kate would have to be Marty for that. Melody could be Kate during that time and care for Emily and do her job at the clothes store. Melody found the idea of being a mother in these circumstances kind of cool. Outside of that they agreed it didn't matter who was who and that Melody could probably even be herself if they were home alone at night say. Kate explained it would help preserve her feeling of self to be herself from time to time, if past experience was right. As for dinner tonight Kate wanted Melody to stay as Marty, to see if his family noticed anything, sort of a road test for the young girl. Melody was a little hesitant but she was becoming comfortable in her male body the more that time passed.
Marty sat glumly at the family restaurant the Buxton's had stopped at before heading to the beach house. It was late afternoon and as he and ate a burger and chips with these relative strangers. Any chat directed to him met with short answers designed to kill any further interaction. It was just before they finished that he earned a sharp rebuke from Neville Buxton for being such a wet blanket. Marty was a bit stunned to be rebuked like a child and he felt tears welling up. Marisa Buxton his mum must have felt there was a need to change the scenery and she innocently asked her daughter if she could change the baby's nappy for her. It was not an unusual request to make of her daughter and she thought it might calm Neville down if Melody was removed from the table. Marty was again shocked as he un-strapped baby Adam from the high chair and took him to the restaurant's bathroom with a nappy bag over his shoulder. How did I get here Marty wondered to himself.
Marty found the women's toilet which also had a change table set up. He set about doing what he'd done with Emily many times but this wasn't quite the same with another person's child. Another mother and baby came in and seeing the change table occupied she parked herself for a chat with Marty while she waited. She was saying what a cute baby Marty had and Marty had to correct her to say it was her brother. The other women said little else interesting although she asked Marty if she wanted her to watch the baby while she went to the toilet. This was something women probably did for each other all the time in this situation. Marty considered, then took up the offer. He was sitting relieving himself as the women continued chatting. Marty found that too weird. His bladder emptied Marty returned to Adam and scooped him up to make way for the next baby.
When Marty carried Adam out he found the whole family standing waiting to head to the car. As Marty followed them out he wondered what happened to his dinner which he was only half way through! Five minutes later they were winding their way down a small road to the holiday house which was fifty yards from the beach and one of five or six similar dwellings in a little cluster surrounded by heavy brush and sand dunes.
Melody allowed Kate to drive as she wasn't a regular driver although she had her license. Her dad wouldn't let her have a car yet. They arrived at the Watson family home around 6pm and Kate bundled baby Emily up with all her paraphernalia and the couple went inside. Melody did her best to act like this was a natural occurrence and greeted Marty's mother and father and Marty's sister Gemma who was on a break from college.
Everyone sat down to eat and Melody kept her chat to a minimum and basic stuff while Kate kept a watchful eye and ear on her. After dinner everyone sat around and talked about family things before Kate used the valid excuse they had to get Emily home. So at around 9pm Melody and Kate were back home, the night had been a success and nobody had the slightest idea anything was different.
Marty helped lug all the bits and pieces into the holiday home with his new family. It was around 8pm as they all sat down in the living room to relax finally. Marty had to concentrate hard though as he had to master the dynamics of this family. They weren't taxing him too much though, everybody seemed to be a bit worn out. In fact by 9pm Marty had had enough and said he was going to bed. Kissing his new mum and dad goodnight was very weird but it was a sense of relief as he shut his bedroom door and was alone. He dragged a pair of gray track pants from his suitcase for sleeping in as the nightwear Melody had packed was a bit too girly for Marty to face right now.
He didn't sleep for a while as he lay in bed wondering how he had gotten himself into this bizarre situation. It was as he lay there alone in bed that he found himself idly stroking himself! He never intended too nor did he actually remember making the decision too, it just sort of happened. Ten minutes after he started Marty stifled his moans into his pillow as he lay on his stomach with his fingers deep inside his snatch! It was a more powerful experience than when he orgasmed as Kate that was for sure. He was so drained he fell asleep without even pulling his pajama bottoms up. He had a very vivid dream that night that left him quite scared about his newly acquired female sexuality.
On the other side of town Kate had fed and put Emily to bed. She brought Melody a hot chocolate drink as they watched some TV.
“So how are you coping in that body then Melody?”
“Not too bad Mrs. Watson, it seems to grow on you as time goes on.”
“Yes Marty and I both noticed that, and you need to remember to just call me Kate.”
“Yes of course, Kate.”
“What about the hard-ons then,” Kate asked directly.
Melody blushed beet red before taking a large sip of her drink.
“I haven't had any Kate.”
“Really, well when I was in a male body it happened all the time. Are you sure you haven't felt that expanding feeling between your legs at all?”
“Ah, no Kate.”
“It's ok Marty, its natural. I mean if I was to say slide my legs over your lap and wrap my arms around your neck like this, nothing would happen downstairs?”
“Um Kate, um well, it’s like, um, godddddd!”
Kate gave a little knowing smile and a giggle at Melody's efforts to deny her body. Feeling impish Kate now draped over the body of her husband leant in and planted her lips on his. Melody inside that body was feeling a fire like never before. Melody in her old life liked sex and all its feelings. She was quite happy with her body and always keen to stimulate it. This though was something else. She was feeling strong male urges and her cock was rock hard for what must have been the tenth time in the hours she had owned this form. She tentatively returned the kiss from Kate and was now trying to deny how she was feeling towards another woman. As the kiss wore on Melody began to thank herself for not changing back earlier when Kate asked if she wanted to. When Kate's hand dropped into Melody's lap and caressed her cock Melody thought her crotch would explode so great was the reaction. Without a word Melody got up off the couch while Kate was still in her embrace. She easily carried Kate through the house and too the bedroom. With a deft movement she laid Kate onto the bed and was on top of her!
All that could be heard for the next five minutes were the sound of clothes being wrenched from bodies, shoes hitting the floor and some breathy cursing.
Melody rolled over on top of Kate and looked into her eyes. She saw Kate encouraging with those eyes, urging her new partner to plunder her. Melody's cock bobbed desperately at Kate's pussy. Melody was trying to work out in her sex fueled frenzy how to do it when she felt soft fingers take a hold of her cock. Expertly Kate guided the young novice inside her quivering slit. Melody felt a pleasure like no other she had ever experienced as she plunged as deep as she could inside Kate Watson. In the matter of eight hours Melody had gone from a young woman with no direction in life to a man with a family and a job. And tomorrow she would become a mother and a wife! As she cried out in her first male orgasm Melody was in a confused but blissful state. Kate felt her new lover in an old body cum long and hard and she looked forward to helping her develop into a better lover. It was going to be two weeks before Marty returned which would be plenty of time to enjoy all that Melody could give.
Kate shushed the apologizing Melody who was distraught she'd only lasted a minute or so.
“It's ok Melody; you'll get the hang of it with some practice.” Kate said reassuringly.
“Practice, you mean we can do that again Kate?”
“Oh yes we are a couple, married and all. We can do it whenever we like.”
Three hours later they finally went to sleep having made love three times! Kate was wrecked; if she had known the depth of Melody's lust she may not have been so quick to encourage her. When Melody had mentioned during the second session how much she loved sex Kate began to realize Melody was going to be lots of fun!
Marty was woken from a rather deep sleep by his new kid sister Alana shaking him. Marty looked through bleary eyes to see a seven year old in a little swimsuit and carrying a bucket and spade. This rug rat was demanding to be taken to the beach to play. Marty looked at the clock and saw it was all of 9am! Marty gathered himself, which included pulling pajama's up over his crotch before getting out of bed. He stumbled passed the youngster and headed to see what was what. He found his mum in the kitchen making toast. Right behind Marty was Alana. Marty asked why he was being pestered. His mum explained that she told Alana that her sister would take her down to the beach for a little while. Marty wanted to curse but held it. He looked at his sister and with a resigned sigh nodded his agreement. He could hardly object he figured.
He told Alana to give him a minute to shower and get ready but the youngster was insistent on going straight away. Marty looked to his mum for aid in delaying Alana.
“Oh Mel, just throw a bathing suit on and take her will you. You can have a quick dip when your there if you’re feeling that way.”
“But mum!” Marty whined.
“Oh go on Mel, you brought nearly a dozen bikini's with you, might as well take the opportunity to try them all out! Now go.”
As Marty traipsed back to his room he was stunned that he'd said ‘but mum’ like a typical teen. Where did that come from he wondered. As he dropped his pajama bottoms he wondered if his mum was somehow physic when she made the reference about feeling ‘that way’. He reckoned he could smell his own juices on his fingers and crotch. He dragged the t-shirt top he wore to bed off his head when he realized Alana was standing there beside him.
Marty jumped in fright and used the t-shirt to cover himself. Alana just stood there waiting for her big sister to take her to the beach. Marty realized his situation quickly and relaxed. Unzipping his suitcase he was assaulted by the vastness of Melody's holiday wardrobe. Without trying to delve too much into it he located a bikini and struggled but eventually managed to get into it. He was amazed at how little it covered and Marty wasn't sure he wanted to be wandering around in public showing this much flesh. Still that's what teenage girls and young woman did, every day. No matter what he felt right now Marty was a young woman, at the beach, on holiday with his family, adopted though they may be. Not only was he a quite attractive young woman with a body that did justice to any swimsuit, he knew he had to play this game for now.
With a couple of towels, sun-glasses, some sunscreen and a frown Marty headed down to the shoreline which was only a fifty yards from the house, Alana ran just ahead of her big sister. She was so glad her dad had made Melody come along on the holiday.
Marty laid a towel on the sand and positioned himself so he could keep an eye on Alana who was playing at the water's edge. He sat and tried to reflect on where he was and what he was. How could Kate have allowed this situation to occur? How could she have let him be spirited away on some family holiday with another person's family? Surely her and Melody would drive down here as soon as possible and arrange a quick swap before things got out of hand. It was now just about 48 hours since he'd been Melody and already he felt himself slipping slowly into her life. He recalled how being an infant for a few days had begun to take hold of him and if he had to be a teenage girl for an extended period of time what damage would it do?
The words directed at him finally broke through Marty's thoughts.
“Excuse me, but I think your daughter needs you?”
“Huh, what? Oh, she's not my daughter, she's my sister.”
While Marty had been distracted Alana had been calling her for help with making a sand castle. Marty still wasn't used to answering to Melody and it appeared to the young man walking his dog that he should intervene. The fact he thought the young mum was hot only had a little to do with it, not! As Marty went to get up the young man held out a hand to assist. Marty blushed at the offer but allowed himself to be helped to his feet. He thanked the guy as he tiptoed on the hot sand down to the waterline where Alana was passed annoyed and closing in on furious with her silly sister.
When he had done making a couple of sand castles Marty realized Alana was in need of sun screen. He managed to cajole her back to the towels and proceeded to swathe her in cream. Alana needed no invitation when done and was quickly back to the water.
Marty then knew what he had to do. He had to cover himself in sun cream lest his fair skin be turned crimson. He had just done his legs and arms when a voice was again offering assistance. Marty looked up into the bright sun and shielded his eyes but it wasn't until the guy moved like an eclipse between the sun's rays and hot chick on the towel did Marty get a good look at him. It was the guy from earlier on his return walk with his dog.
“Would like some help with the unreachable,” he asked?
“Excuse me.” Marty replied.
“Sun block, would you like a hand putting it on where you can't reach? By the look of it you best get it done quickly or it will be too late.”
Marty suddenly felt in a bind. Here was a guy in just shorts, on a beach offering to rub lotion on him! Before the ring came into his life this scenario would not have been possible. Now though as a girl of nineteen, on a beach, slowly burning herself, the offer of help from a guy of her own age had to be taken seriously. Marty broke eye contact looked around for alternatives to his situation and found none. The beach was pretty quiet as it was still reasonably early. Alana wasn't going anywhere, so there was no option to head back to the house.
With a forced smile Marty said nothing; he simply held the bottle of sun cream out for the stranger to take. As he took it he introduced himself as Warwick and his dog Bo, who obediently sat beside his master. Marty politely reciprocated with his name as Warwick knelt on the sand in front of him.
“Ok, shift around that way, Melody so you can keep an eye on your sister. And sorry about the daughter comment earlier.” Warwick said as he squeezed a good amount of lotion onto his hands.
“That's alright Warwick, no harm done.” Marty replied as he felt a cold moist feeling on his back followed closely by Warwick's hands!
“So Melody, are you on holidays?”
“Yes with my family, we are staying in the blue house over there.” Marty replied and silently cursed as he realized he had just given out more information than he probably should have.
“Oh, the Arndt's house, that's one of the nicer holiday places around here.” Warwick said knowingly as he continued to massage the young girl's shoulder blades.
“Is it; are you from around here then?” Marty asked, not knowing what he should say.
“Sort of,” Warwick answered vaguely.
“Is your boyfriend here Melody?” Warwick quickly added as his hands moved down to Marty's lower back.
“No! I don't have a boyfriend!” Marty sort of snapped back as the whole idea was still pretty foreign to him.
“Sorry I didn't mean to be nosey,” Warwick offered in apology as he carefully rubbed cream along the top of Melody's bikini bottom.
“No, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound like a bitch. That was rude of me. You’re doing me a favor and I'm being nasty.” Marty almost fell over his words.
“Ok, you're done. I'm pretty sure you don't want me to do the backs of your thighs I reckon,” Warwick said in a soothing jovial tone.
“Thanks Warwick,” was all a slightly subdued Marty replied as he took the sun cream bottle back.
Warwick was on his feet quickly and Bo jumped to attention. He said a goodbye to Melody and returned to his journey along the beach. As Marty watched him slowly disappear along the coastline he felt a little pang of something, somewhere inside him. Shaking it off he decided he might actually take that dip in the sea, as he reckoned he still smelt of sex. As he again made his way to the water he hoped Warwick hadn't noticed. Why that was a concern, Marty didn't know. Plunging into the waves Marty tried to wash his confusion away. Even though he began to feel refreshed Marty did not get the result he was after, he was still confused. Why did having his body touched by a guy not feel awkward? What was he feeling inside now? It seemed to be taking hold of him. Marty began to feel the need to be alone. He did not want to be a girl but now he wanted to get Alana home so he could retreat to his room. The fact his bikini top came flying off on a strong wave ensured he could not avoid the fact he was a girl. Retying a bikini top in the waves proved to be only slightly difficult for some reason.
Marty managed to spend most of the day in his room reading and when he thought he could get away with it, slipping his fingers in his young pussy. He must have done himself three times by 3pm when his mother came in and had a go at her daughter for being a recluse. Marty sighed and apologized, his expression told his mum he was up for anything she had in mind, by way of a peace offering. Half an hour and a shower later Marty was sitting beside Mrs. Buxton in the car as they headed to the beach side shopping strip for some retail therapy.
Marty and Marisa Buxton headed to local shopping trip for an event Marty wasn't exactly looking forward too. He knew though the stores would be closing in a couple of hours so it wouldn't be too painful. Marty had spent the odd social function in Neville and Marisa's company and always found them to be a nice couple. Neville was a bit stern and serious sometimes but generally Marty found him OK to chat to. Marisa on the other hand was more outgoing and carefree, she seemed a bit of a free spirit and vivacious to the point Marty had occasionally had thoughts about her. Now though things were way different for the changed man as he looked at the woman driving the car and singing along to the radio. He tried to imagine he was his old self right now and the two of them were on a secret shopping mission as a couple. The harder he tried the less he felt it deep inside. What he felt was more like a love but not as a man but as a family member. Marty knew of course that being Melody was starting to ingrain itself on him just as being Emily had. He began to contemplate how many days he could stay this way and still retain his true character and personality. His musings were halted by the car coming to a stop in the car park of the beach side mall. Marty sucked in a deep breath and prepared himself for an assault of mother daughter shopping. Once in the mall Marty allowed Marisa to lead him around, he had no idea of the layout of the mall, even though he should have been, given that the real Melody had probably spent hours here. The first stop was a rather formal women's clothing store and Marty was a bit bemused seeing as they were a beach holiday. Never the less he followed his new mum into the store where she proceeded to hold all sorts of elegant dresses up against her daughter. Marty finally found his voice and asked why there was a need for such fancy shopping.
“Well dear we are having dinner with your older sister and her new boyfriend tomorrow night and if you'd ever listened to me you'd know he comes from money and his family is inviting us to their summer home in Mornington and you and I need to find something appropriate. Your sister told me they were very formal types so jeans and sweats won't do.”
“Oh, right yeah I forgot.” Marty bluffed.
“More like you don't listen in the first place or maybe you’re not that interested dear. That’s OK if you’re not, just let me know instead of saying yeah all the time.”
“OK mum.” Marty found saying mum was a little too easy.
“You know I'm big on all this formal stuff myself I'd much rather throw on a bikini and lounge on the beach but this important to your sister, in fact I think she and Ray are going to make some sort of announcement.” Marissa was trying to act nonchalant about things but even Marty knew she was nervous her eldest daughter was about to make a big life decision.
“Me too!” Marty responded by way of offering his support to Marisa.
“Thanks dear, so let’s try and make this something fun shall we. Let’s pretend we are a couple of debs picking out our most special dresses for some exciting new guys in our lives!” Marisa's fun side suddenly appeared on her face and Marty was instantly relaxed by this change. This was the Marissa that Marty knew.
The next hour was spent in just two stores and shoe shop as the two women shopped hard and fast, Marty got into it quickly as he tried on strapless numbers, full length gowns and then more sensible but high styled numbers along with Marisa. Marty got a real lick out of sharing the change rooms with Marisa and got to see her in all her glory in just her knickers while helping into different dresses. For his part he quite liked the way Marisa put her hands on him in assistance but he knew deep down that was merely a passing thing and that it wouldn't be long before he saw her as his mother. They ended up with a couple of really hot outfits and Marty struggled with the new high heels Marisa insisted were perfect for the dress he now owned. He knew though he had little choice than to live Melody’s life and play along. As he stood at home and modeled his full outfit alongside Marissa, Marty had an inner thought about Warwick the beach dude and what he'd think of this getup. Marty shushed the thought from his brain as Neville Buxton commented that the two women might have gone over the top. Marty laughed as Marisa told Neville to lighten up for a change and try and enjoy himself. Marty had seen that interaction before.
Marty ate dinner with his family and was going to watch TV but decided he might take a walk on the beach, he needed to nut some things out about his current position and how he was going to deal with it.
As the sunlight streamed through the bedroom window a rather knocked out Kate stirred. Forcing herself out of bed she stepped into a hot strong shower. As she came too she realized she didn't have to gingerly wash her battered genitals. With a moment of concentration she was now washing a cock and balls between her thighs and not having to wash her hair as she now sported Marty's reasonably short cut. She stepped from the bedroom en suite, refreshed and ready to tackle the day as her husband. She looked over to the bed where her twin now slept contentedly. As she stood there Kate concentrated and the ring did its thing. She watched as the sleeping Melody slowly morphed. Hair grew long on her head and changed color. Her body rose up as her chest began to inflate. The covers went flat near the end of the bed as her frame shortened. Body hair retracted back inside as she became smooth. As Melody stretched and yawned she did a double take through sleep filled eyes. As she realized the last sixteen hours had not been a dream she managed a weak if not guilty smile at the man standing before her.
“Ready for the day, ‘darling’,” Kate chirped.
“Hmm yes I am. You have the best body Kate, I swear.”
“Yeah I guess, but right now you need to put a part of it to work Melody. Emily is due a feed and those hooters you've got are breakfast to her.”
“Oh, yes, of course I forgot that. What do I do Kate, I mean Marty.”
“Ok follow me and I’ll walk you through it,” Kate said as she grabbed Marty's robe and threw it on.
Melody grabbed the silk robe on the bedroom door and followed. Kate took Melody through the whole routine and was smiling to herself as she watched Melody rocking in the chair with Emily attached to her nipple. Kate kept the fact she had given Melody a few extra inches on her bust to herself. It was just such a hot scene to watch. Emily was done on one breast and Melody burped and changed her ready for the day. With Em in a playpen on the nursery floor Kate and Melody headed back to the bedroom to get ready themselves. Kate picked out a nice suit while Melody showered. She was looking for some socks when Melody came back into the bedroom, naked and with a puzzled look on her face.
“What's up?” Kate asked.
“Um I'm not sure, but my tits aren't even,” Melody said as she looked down at the impressive rack she now sported.
“Ah well Emily emptied one but the other is still full Mel. You'll need to express it.” Kate explained.
“Express it? How?”
“Well you could use the pump in the nursery, or we could do something else.”
Kate added the something else with a hint of something Melody couldn't figure out. She knew where things were heading and walked over to Melody and caressed the exposed nipples on her chest. Melody could not deny the feeling and gave an involuntary moan at the touch. Without a word Kate took Mel's full breast in her mouth and sucked! Melody was suddenly in heaven as Kate went to work extracting the mother's milk from the mother. It turned into an erotic moment for both of them as Kate found herself removing the trousers she had only just put on! The next five minutes were a frenzied fuck-fest as the couple made furious love. Melody felt Kate deep inside her. She had never had a guy that far in and been that filled up! Kate's groan and final thrust was massive and she came hard inside Melody. A shared shower after a quick check on Emily and they resumed their morning preparation.
Eventually Kate got onto the train and Melody went about her wifely chores before dropping Emily at daycare and heading to the boutique to do a few hours’ work. On the train Kate's thoughts were of her new partner, her old partner and surprisingly, her work colleagues. She was going to have to deal with Jill and Patrick for a couple of weeks now. She was going to have to take being Marty a little more seriously as she never planned on being a corporate type for more than a day or two. Still, she began to wonder what mischief she could get up to! She was sure she could use the ring to bring Patrick and Jill down a peg or two.
Melody had a pretty good day being Kate at her job and really liked helping women find the right outfit. Her boss was a pain but it wasn't like she would be here forever. Being able to drive a car was cool. Not being under her dad's rather strict eye was also a relief. Looking after Emily was no different than when she baby-sat her, except for the breast feeding. Housework was never her forte but hey, it beat job hunting and listening to her dad tell her she needed to get one or go back to school. That thought always made her shudder.
Kate spent the first half of the day locked away in Marty's office trying to get up to speed with his job and most importantly the ADC account and Jock Jenkins. She rang him to arrange a lunch date to talk over where he felt things were wrong. Nothing like a business lunch Kate figured, as Jill brought another coffee to her desk. As she watched Jill leave the office, two things happened to Kate. First the obligatory hard-on in her pants and secondly Jill's ass that used to sit up and beg to be spanked slowly sagged south, just a little. Kate giggled at that sight. Now for Patrick she laughed to herself.
THIS STORY IS REGULARY BEING UPDATED.
LAST UPDATE WAS AUGUST 11 2010.