When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 6)

 CHAPTER SIX

Scott awoke to a now-familiar sensation of dampness beneath him. He could hear Elizabeth snoring lightly beside him, so he eased himself out of the bed carefully, grabbed his robe and padded into the bathroom. His thighs and bottom were covered with the residue of last night’s sex, so he opted for a bath instead of a shower and used Elizabeth’s bath crystals since there was nothing else. The warm, sudsy water felt great, and he was tempted to just sit there and soak for a while, but he wanted to start a pot of coffee and make some breakfast, so he grabbed a washcloth and started scrubbing. His mind wandered back to the previous night as he absently washed himself and Scott realized that he sub-consciously had wanted Elizabeth to take him and had unknowingly submitted to her as if she had always been the male in their relationship. It seemed so natural, so right, yet he knew it wasn’t. He knew that his feelings, his responses, were the result of the psychological changes that had affected them both and it troubled him that the new emotions and personality traits seemed to be growing stronger.

He was jarred from his reverie when the washcloth brushed across his chest, and he felt a strange, new fullness around his nipples. He glanced down at himself, and for the first time he noticed that his chest was swelling. In his sitting position his nipples appeared to be somewhat enlarged and pushed out from two small conical protrusions. It was as if all the muscle tissue in his pectorals had shifted behind his nipples, but when he touched them and pressed against them Scott realized that they were not muscles. They were soft and malleable and very sensitive, and they looked like a young girl’s breasts. Even worse, Scott noticed that his light chest hair was just falling out. There was hair in the water and more on the washcloth, and when he pulled at a few strands they came away with no resistance. 

Scott was gripped by a sudden panic, and he quickly finished his bath. More hair came away from his chest and arms when he toweled himself off, and he also noticed that his beard stubble seemed lighter and finer than normal. Instead of shaving he threw on his robe and went to wake Elizabeth, but he thought better of it and instead went into the kitchen and simply stood there for a moment, trying to think. He knew he had to calm down and think logically, but his emotions were running away with him, and he couldn’t focus properly. He paced back and forth in the kitchen and wrung his hands, worrying about the consequences of his discovery. He knew all too well what was happening to him, and combined with the psychological changes that he could feel he was terrified that he would soon be entirely feminine. If that happened, he believed that Scott Murphy, as a unique human being, would cease to exist!

Finally, Scott couldn’t stand it anymore. He hurried into the bedroom and shook Elizabeth until she awoke. He spoke rapidly, in an agitated state, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. When she finally rose and faced him Scott discovered she was now taller than he, and he gasped.

"My God! You—You’ve GROWN! You’re taller than ME now!" He exclaimed, unconsciously backing away from his wife.

"Nope, I think you just got shorter. just before I noticed your, ah, chests," she replied as she yawned gleefully, adding: "Look, give me a minute to wake up. Make some coffee and I’ll meet you in the kitchen."

Scott nodded his head and left the room while Elizabeth pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and her robe. As she did, she noticed that her own modest breasts seemed more perky and rejuvenated this morning. They were more perky and when she examined them it seemed that they were somewhat higher on her chest. They seemed "sturdier yet supple”, and they seemed to shift and bounce as readily as they once had. Just to insure she wasn’t imagining it Elizabeth removed her robe and pulled one of her bras out of her dresser. When she put it on it only served to confirm her observation. There was room in the cups, but her nipples were pushing higher up in the fabric. Right then she decided they needed to take each other’s measurements and discover exactly what was changing—and how much.

Elizabeth found her husband seated at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee, he looked like he was frozen from shock. She poured herself a cup and sat opposite him.

"Elizabeth, this has gone far enough," Scott told his wife. "I’m scared! If this keeps going, how are we going to explain it? What about my job? Our entire lives could be ruined!"

Elizabeth reluctantly agreed with Scott. "Okay, you’re right," she admitted. "I’ll see if I can wish us back to normal."

"Do it now," Scott urged. "I don’t think you should waste a minute!"

Elizabeth took a sip of her coffee and looked across the table at Scott. Though she agreed things had gotten out of hand she couldn’t help thinking that she had really enjoyed her time as a male and didn’t want to see it end. She realized that she would never have found the confidence to speak up at work before the change, but now that she had—and had gotten the promotion—maybe that confidence would stay with her. Perhaps, now that she knew she had something more to offer her employer than pricing clothes and cleaning the changing rooms, she could build on that and be a good manager. Confidence and brains didn’t have a gender, she told herself. She could do it as a woman!

She was also pretty sure that Scott had learned his lesson. If nothing else, he would probably be too scared of what she might do to him to make any more crude remarks. That thought made her smile, as did the knowledge that, from now on Scott would be helping more around the house. She’d make sure of that!

On the other hand, she thought, “This newfound confidence has rejuvenated her body, got her a promotion to corporate, along with a hefty six figure salary which was way more than Scott had ever made. Plus, over the past few weeks she had worked on a list of things she wanted to put Scott through, a crucible so to speak. The more Elizabeth thought about how Scott was, and her memories of how Scott and his “alpha male” buddies treated the fainter sex. She realized that we work wasn’t finished and there would be no turning back. Not to mention, all of her domination, and Scott’s humiliation had become a massive turn on for her.

"Okay," she agreed. "I’ll try it. She said deceptively.

Scott watched as Elizabeth closed her eyes and pretended to concentrate on her wish. His wife seemed to be far away, and Scott remained absolutely quiet, not wanting to break her concentration. After a minute she opened her eyes and looked at Scott. "Nothing happened!" He announced with a trace of panic in his voice.

"I noticed," Elizabeth replied dryly.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Why didn’t we change back?" Scott demanded.

"I have no idea," Elizabeth answered. "Maybe it takes some time to work."

"How long, do you think?" Scott asked.

"Honey, I haven’t the slightest idea," she responded. "Come to think of it, I’m not even sure the changes are the results of my wish."

"Maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough—Try again," Scott urged, and Elizabeth acquiesced, but after another effort involving intense concentration, nothing happened. 

Elizabeth tried a third time, then a fourth, but they remained exactly as they were. Scott was fell into a deep depression and even Elizabeth became concerned. She consoled her husband with the idea that it would probably happen when they least expected it, like the original gender transformation, but Scott was extremely skeptical, and practically hysterical. To that point Elizabeth had not considered the long-term implications of their situation, but as she thought about the problems they might—would—encounter she decided to prepare a contingency plan.