When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 2)

 CHAPTER TWO

Scott hadn’t returned yet because he was still in shock and terrified. He was barely able to maintain his grip on reality. Aside from that he had a real mess to attend to and cleaning himself up wasn’t easy under the circumstances. When the room was clear he quickly left the stall and ran to the sinks where he grabbed two fistfuls of paper towels. After wetting one of the wads of towels he rushed back to the stall, slammed the door shut and removed his pants so he could pull off his briefs. 

He set his boxer briefs on the floor near the back of the stall and, after washing down his legs, he began to work on his jeans. He dampened them then dried them as much as he could with the dry towels and put them on again. They were still damp, and they smelled slightly of urine, but there was only so much he could do. Fortunately, the dark color and dim lighting managed to hide the wet spot well.

He was interrupted in his efforts when another guy walked into the room, and again he stood frozen in fear while he waited for the guy to leave. When he was alone again, he went to the sink, washed his hands, and stepped over to the hand dryer. He chose the low-mounted dryer, intended for use of wheelchair - bound patrons and adjusted the air flow towards the dampness on his pants. After several cycles he was satisfied that his pants were dry. On his way back to the table he stopped at the bar and ordered a shot of whisky. Once he got it, he went to a quiet corner and causally applied small amounts to his body to mask the scent of urine, that way if anyone said he smelled he can say someone spilled a drink on him.

Scott felt awfully funny as he walked back to the table. His crotch felt "empty" without the familiar swinging hog, his jeans were also too loose, and crumbled up by his crotch. He also sensed that there was something wrong with the way he was walking but he did not know just what it was. When he rejoined Jack, Alyssa and Elizabeth, he did his best to act like nothing was wrong, but he was too preoccupied to follow the conversation and it was obvious that he was distracted. He caught Elizabeth looking at him strangely, as if she sensed something was wrong and he nearly panicked, barely managing to calm himself. He also did not feel like drinking anymore. He needed to think straight to figure out what was happening, and more booze wouldn’t help.

From the moment Elizabeth saw Scott she suspected that something had happened to him too, and when she saw his face and the way he was walking and noticed the absence of a bulge at his crotch she was practically certain of her guess. Her husband seemed nervous and distracted—even scared—and she decided it was time to get him home and discover the truth. After a few moments she announced that she didn’t feel very well and when she asked to go home, Scott seemed eager to oblige her.

On the way home Scott was strangely silent, which suited Elizabeth just fine. She had had enough of his big mouth for one night and she needed some time to think anyway. When they got back to their bungalow, Elizabeth grabbed her nightgown and robe and went into the bathroom, leaving the bedroom for Scott. She quickly undressed and got her first real good look at her new sausage. It looked even larger than it had in the lady’s washroom, at least as large as Scott’s—maybe larger—and there was no doubt that it was real. Both her penis and her scrotum were incredibly sensitive, and even her pubic hair looked masculine—long and thick compared to her former, short, and curly hair.

The more she studied herself the more fascinated she became. She’d only touched few other penises in her life, Scott’s, and that boy in high school, and a couple one-night stands in college and that was always in the dark where she had felt it more than seen it. This was completely different. For one thing it was HER cock, and she took the time to examine every inch of it from different angles, even looking at herself in the mirror. She discovered that it grew hard and erect with literally no effort at all, and she stared at it in fascination as she watched it quickly double in size and harden to absolute rigidity for the second time that night.

The sight of a stiff penis sticking straight out from her crotch was amazing and strangely compelling, and Elizabeth was unable to take her eyes off it. A few minutes later, after it had receded, she felt the need to relieve herself and instinctively turned around to sit on the toilet, but as she did it occurred to her that she didn’t have to sit down! Now she could stand up, like guys did, and the idea intrigued her. It was just too good an opportunity to pass up, so she turned and faced the toilet and lifted the seat. At first, she held herself carefully with both hands, like little boys do, but after a moment she found she could direct the stream with one hand and soon she was tracing patterns in the toilet bowl, and she quietly giggled with delight as she moved the stream back and forth. The sound was a lot louder than when she sat down but it was also a lot more interesting.

Elizabeth turned the shower on, and with a mischievous smile wanted to try out her new joystick. As the water warmed up, she went to the bathroom vanity and took out a bottle of body lotion and squeezed a generous amount on to her hand. She stepped into the shower and sat down on the bench, feeling the hot steam warm her body. Elizabeth rubbed the lotion onto her cock, and it twitched as the cold lotion encountered it. Elizabeth’s hands slowly made their way up and down the shaft, using the lotion to glide up and down. The sensation was incredible the faster her hands went the more the pressure built up. Like a volcano, Elizabeth’s fat hog erupted spraying her warm, milky white cum all over herself and the shower tiles. This mesmerized her, male ejaculation was so different than a woman’s it was very pleasurable but built up and finished in a moment’s notice. 

She quickly cleaned herself up turned off the water and just as she stepped out, Elizabeth heard a soft knock at the door followed by Scott’s voice. "Babe, I need to get in there," he said in a subdued voice. She replied, "I’ll be out in a minute," and shook herself dry and began to dress. She put on her sexy black silk nightgown and tightly wrapped herself in a matching satin robe then opened the door. "It’s all yours," she said as she quickly passed him in the hall, and Scott smiled sheepishly and nodded but did not look her in the eyes as he squeezed passed her and closed the door.

Elizabeth waited outside the door for a moment until she heard the toilet seat being lowered. Beaming, she was now positive that her husband had also undergone a major metamorphosis. She smiled to herself and confidently strutted into their bedroom heading straight to Scott’s underwear drawer. She grabbed a pair of boxers from the top of the pile but found it uncomfortable since the waistband and shorts were too loose. Elizabeth suddenly had an epiphany and reached down to the bottom of the drawer and grabbed one of Scott’s old pair of boxer trunks that had shrunk in the wash. Aside from shrinking they were weirdly like women’s boy shorts, the inseam was nearly the same too, only difference was the pouch. She never really liked to wear boy shorts before her transition and preferred to wear more low-profile panties. However, as she pulled them up it gave her some semblance aside from her new toy. 

Elizabeth then proceeded to grab a pair of Scott’s old jeans and place it in her dresser. As she sat on the bed, she took notice that although Scott’s waist was 35 ½" and hers was only 26 ½" the shorts were originally 30-32 and the elastic hugged her waist just a little lower than her own panties had so she could have only assumed that this pair of boxers got really shrunken. But at least the briefs were designed for the type of "equipment" she now possessed, and they were a lot more comfortable than her panties. They even provided a modicum of support for her new penis and scrotum.

Scott nervously sat on the toilet seat, hoping to relieve himself. Although he had gone to the washroom at the bar not that long ago, he didn’t drink that much after he peed either. Not wanting to think into it more he continued sitting and tried to relieve himself from a seated position since there didn’t seem to be any other way considering his situation. It took him sometime concentration to pee since it required his body to use a different set of muscles.

He too examined himself, but unlike Elizabeth he wasn’t fascinated by what he saw—he was mortified. He spread his legs apart to get a good look at his new vagina and propped his foot up on the bathroom vanity. He failed to notice that he was slightly more flexible and was able to spread his legs a drop wider without his old tools.

When he examined himself and confirmed that there was no doubt that it was real—he’d seen enough of them to know. Between the labia majoris there was another, smaller pair of pinkish lips that guarded the gate to his vaginal canal, and even his masculine pubic hair had been replaced by a small, triangular patch of short, curly feminine fuzz. He already knew he had a clitoris, and he shrank from any further inspection and churned at the thought of exploration.

"A fucking cunt!" He muttered to himself in disbelief. He was mystified at how this had happened to him, outraged that it Had happened, and completely mortified—all at once. He was also determined that nobody, absolutely nobody would ever find out what had happened. For one thing it would make him a laughingstock—He could already hear the things his friends and acquaintances would say about him if they found out—and his ego simply could not accept that! The other reason this had to be a secret was Scott was convinced that if the government or pharmaceutical company somehow found out they’d turn him into a lab rat for experiments, if not to find out what happened then as part of some "gender experiment." That would be equally intolerable. Then there was the chance that some random bastard on the street would want to rape him knowing that he couldn’t report it without embarrassing himself and Scott didn’t want to have to go through life fighting off perverts! When his new reality set in, Scott suddenly felt small, weak, and exposed from these thoughts and quickly stood up as a means to escape his fears.

Scott grabbed a fresh pair of briefs and his pajama bottoms from the dresser but before he changed, he needed a shower. He stilled smelled faintly of urine and he had also noticed a strong "fishy" smell emanating from his vagina, which was worse than the urine as far as Scott was concerned. He checked to make sure the door was closed and locked then turned on the shower and stepped in. He had absolutely no idea how to wash a vagina and after some deliberation he decided to use soap on a washcloth and simply rub the cloth over his nether regions. When he was finished Scott dried himself and quickly pulled on his briefs. He stared mournfully at the empty "deflated pouch" of his boxer briefs that hung limply between his legs and just shook his head, then pulled on his pajama bottoms and quickly scurried out of the bathroom.

The humiliated man could hear his wife in the living room, but he did not feel like joining her. He was afraid that Elizabeth would be able to sense that there was something terribly wrong and pry until she discovered his shameful secret. Sooner or later, she was bound to suspect something was wrong—she was his wife after all—but Scott didn’t want to have to deal with that tonight. He needed to be alone, so he went into the bedroom and got into bed. In a few minutes he had drifted off.

Elizabeth heard Scott go into the bedroom and when he hadn’t emerged after twenty minutes, she assumed he had gone to bed. She was sitting in the recliner, in front of the television, armed with the remote control in one hand and her other hand cupping her junk, and watching something she wanted to see, for a change. 

She was in no hurry to join Scott because she wasn’t the least bit tired. On the contrary she was excited as she considered the implications of their transformation! For one thing, now that she had a penis it was damned certain she wouldn’t have to worry about her periods anymore or getting pregnant either. And any guy that tried to rape her was in for a hell of a shock! As she contemplated these things, Elizabeth felt a growing sense of freedom and autonomy. Menstruation had always hit her hard and she hated that time of the month. Not having to worry about her period or getting pregnant was wonderful. She could toss her birth control pills—or perhaps save them for Scott, she thought with a mischievous smile. Now he could worry about tampons, douches, PMS, and maybe even pregnancy, but she really wasn’t sure how far the change had gone. Did he have a uterus? If so, he’d need the pills, or he could be the first man in the history of the world to give birth! She really did not think the changes had gone that far, though. That hadn’t been a part of her wish and she assumed that all this was simply a little indulgence for her from a particularly playful God. It was probably a temporary situation too, and if so, Elizabeth intended to take full advantage of it while she could!

An hour later Elizabeth turned off the television and lights and slipped quietly into the bedroom. After confirming that Scott was sound asleep, she hiked up her nightgown and removed her boy shorts and climbed into bed next to her husband. She could barely contain her excitement and realized that she hadn’t felt this way since her wedding night. 

She had thought-out her gameplan carefully but there were still a few unknowns and she had gamble on several important things. She wasn’t sure this would work but she was willing to risk it and there was an incredible exhilaration in being the aggressor for a change!

Scott was curled up with his back to her and Elizabeth began by kissing his cheek and ear very softly while she stroked his thigh lightly. Scott did not wake up, but he rolled onto his back, which was Elizabeth had hoped for, and she kissed his ear again and put her arm across his waist. Scott turned towards her, and she caressed his shoulder and ran her hand down his side to his hip. Then Elizabeth moved lower. She breathed warmly on one of Scott’s nipples before flicking her tongue across it while she caressed his bottom.

Elizabeth was betting that despite Scott’s overall masculine appearance he would respond to the same stimuli that a woman would—otherwise there would be no way to seduce him because she knew a guy’s sexual gratification is centered in his cock—and Scott didn’t have one of those anymore. So, unless the power that transformed them also saw to it that Scott would respond like a woman the whole thing would be pointless—he’d be essentially frigid—but somehow Elizabeth didn’t think that was the case.

Scott opened his briefly eyes, though he was still mostly asleep. In his foggy state he felt something warm and wonderful and after a while he realized Elizabeth was hovering over his chest running her tongue across his nipples. Her warm breath felt nice, and he smiled to himself, closed his eyes, and wiggled his body into a comfortable position, content to simply let her continue. The events of the evening were completely forgotten, and Scott did not have any idea why Elizabeth was doing what she was, but it felt so good he didn’t care.

Then Elizabeth straddled him in her nightgown, bent over him and kissed him deeply. Scott responded avidly and as they kissed, he felt her hands on his chests, kneading his pectoral muscles gently and occasionally grasping his nipples and playing with them. That too felt great, and Scott sighed softly, wondering why Elizabeth had never done that to him before, and why he never realized how good it felt. His whole body seemed unusually sensitive tonight and when Elizabeth bent low and sucked on his nipples he gasped as an electric sensation spread from his chest to his belly and thighs, all the way to his toes. His back arched upwards and his arms found Elizabeth’s neck and he pulled her down onto his chest. 

Elizabeth was thrilled! Her guess was right on, and Scott was responding just like a woman! She felt her new phallus grow hard as a rock and it took all her self-control to go slowly and give Scott the full treatment. She wanted to savor every moment, not sure that they wouldn’t immediately revert to their usual forms after she had her way with him. If she had only one "shot" at it, she was determined it would be memorable!

Scott felt Elizabeth gently sliding his briefs down his legs, caressing him lightly as she eased them off, and he felt a shiver of delight at her sensuous touch. He looked up at her pretty face hovering over him and smiled dreamily, content to let her take the initiative. He decided to let her handle the preliminaries, then he would roll her over at the right moment and finish the job. There would be plenty of time for that—later—but for now he felt too good to interrupt her. Elizabeth’s touch felt heavenly, and when she traced her hands along his thighs lightly Scott moaned with delight. Her fingers felt as light as feathers, and it was just wonderful! He felt Elizabeth kneel between his legs and was surprised when they automatically parted. He was breathing heavily now and as Elizabeth’s fingers inched ever closer to his groin he felt a curious sensation, almost a dampness, between his legs. His knees flexed slightly, and Scott was puzzled for a moment, but he was quickly distracted by his wife’s hands moving to his shoulders and gliding down his chest in an erotic massage.

Elizabeth gazed down at her feminized husband and studied his appearance. She realized that Scott’s nipples were slightly larger than normal and as erect as they could be for their size. Even his areolae were a little larger, a shade darker and more convex than they had been. They weren’t exactly feminine, and a casual observer would never notice the difference, but there was a change. She allowed her long hair to brush across Scott’s miniature titties and grinned when he gasped and arched his back. She leaned forward and kissed him, holding his head in her hands while she carefully held her penis away from him. He still didn’t know what was happening, but he was about to get an education!

Scott was confused by the incredible, new sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. The marvelous feelings seemed to come in rapid succession, leaving him no chance to interpret one sensation before another wonderful experience took its place. He was dimly aware that something was very strange, very wrong, but he felt too fantastic to worry about it. He was completely aroused now, yet he felt no desire to take control. He was perfectly content to let Elizabeth continue touching him. She seemed to know exactly what to do to please him, and something influenced him to remain passive.

Suddenly, Scott felt Elizabeth’s hand begin to caress his vaginal lips, and as she moved closer to his clitoris, he felt a completely unique and foreign sensation. Her fingers seemed to consciously avoid his masculine "equipment" somehow and touch something that shouldn’t—couldn’t possibly—exist! At that instant the events of the evening came back to him in a rush and Scott gasped when he realized that Elizabeth now knew his shameful secret! Then, before he could do anything, he felt something hard pushing against the narrow, vertical slit that had mystically replaced his penis and scrotum! It was hard, but warm and the pressure brought a sense of completeness. Scott tried to react negatively, to push Elizabeth away, but she was too fast and too strong for him! She pinned his shoulders to the bed, and before Scott knew what was happening, he felt his labia being forced apart and his vagina being entered by HIS WIFE! Somehow, SHE now had a PENIS!

Scott cried out in terror and confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening even as Elizabeth repeatedly and rhythmically, drove deep within him! Scott felt a brief, tearing sensation and a sharp pain, and he gasped as he felt his vagina being stretched and dilated by his wife’s huge phallus! 

"NOOO!" He tearfully cried out as he felt Elizabeth filled his void fully and completely. He tried to move, to squirm and twist away, but he was absolutely impaled by Elizabeth’s newfound cock, and for some reason he couldn’t seem to get enough leverage to throw her off! He gasped for air and pushed up on Elizabeth’s hips, but she ground down on him and Scott felt as if she would split him in two!

"STOP! PLEASE DON’T..." He begged, his eyes filling with tears from the pain and the humiliation. 

But Elizabeth was relentless! She withdrew slightly only to plunge into him again, and again! Scott felt the incredible, completely foreign sensation of her penis moving within him and the friction it created against his vaginal walls. The pain eased quite suddenly, and Scott felt a dampness develop inside him that allowed Elizabeth to glide back and forth effortlessly. A strange yet wonderful warmth seemed to spread through him, and then Scott felt an electric pulse spark from his groin and flood his entire body!

Another, stronger pulse followed rapidly, then another and another, each stronger and more pleasurable than the last! Scott belligerently moaned and felt his hips grind upwards to meet his wife’s thrusts! He had no control over his body at all! Elizabeth was the one in command and she was drilling him mercilessly, nailing him between the headboard and the mattress. Scott’s moans grew louder, and he began desperately thrashing about beneath Elizabeth, yet she was able to control him easily and continue her assault on his newly acquired vagina. Scott was lost and confused, but he could not help responding to Elizabeth. Finally, he felt an incredible eruption within him, and a thunderous, explosive orgasm struck like a force of nature! Scott screamed with shock, terror, and pure ecstasy, as his legs twitched with every pulsating eruption, when all said was done, he was completely unaware he was panting.

Scott lay dazed and stunned, to weak and afraid to move, shocked at the electrical sensations that seemed to continue long after his volcanic orgasm. He didn’t seem to notice that Elizabeth had pulled out of him, and in his shocked state, turned onto his side and squeezed his thighs together in a very feminine posture as he drifted off to sleep as a tear rolled down his cheek.