And the nurse was in a silent state of shock. “I’m confused,” she said. “So you did take the Gendypnol then?”
Rey stared at the nurse for a moment and then she looked down at her gown. She reached down slowly and pulled it up, revealing a small flaccid cock where her pussy used to be. “Oh my God,” she said, slapping her hand against her mouth. She began to tremble. “What is that?”
The nurse backed away slowly. “I’ll go get the doctor,” she said before turning around and scurrying off.
And I was too afraid to get any closer than I already was. “Rey—what the hell is that?” I asked.
She reached down and touched it, pushing it to the side. “Oh my God, I can feel it. It’s real. Get it off of me. What’s happening? Is this a joke? Why is that there? Where’s my fucking vagina?”
The doctor came into the room and looked down at my wife’s new cock. “Oh—you didn’t mention you were transitioning. That would explain pretty much all of your symptoms.”
“What the fuck is happening?” Rey shouted.
And the doctor’s face became almost as white as Rey’s. It was a long night. They tested Rey’s blood and found traces of Gendypnol in her system. Based on the doctor’s estimate, she was four days into her six-day transition. And when I asked, “Where did it come from?” the nurses and doctors all shrugged their shoulders. “Maybe she took it by accident?”
And then Rey and I both became silent as we simultaneously remembered Amber’s little orange bottle. Rey looked over at me, and then I said, “Excuse me for a minute.” I slipped out into the hospital hallway and then I dialled up Amber.
“Amber here, what can I do for you?” she asked.
“What the hell did you do?” I asked through clenched teeth. It was a good thing that she wasn’t there in front of me. I would have punched her straight in the face, even if she hadn’t taken her pill and was still a man.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
“That pill—did you give it to my wife? Is this some kind of big joke to you?”
“No, I told you I took it.”
“Bullshit you did. You had one little pill. What did you do with it? If you took it, prove it. You should have a cock by now—so send me a picture.”
“Excuse me? Did you just ask me to send you a picture?”
“Send it, damnit!” I shouted.
And then Amber became silent.
“What is it, Amber? Tell me what’s going on. How did my wife end up with Gendypnol in her system?”
“Wait, what?”
“You heard me. Did you put it in her drink? I’m going to sue you so hard—you’ll be giving us every dollar of every paycheque for the rest of your life.”
“I hid the pill in a bottle, in the back of your medicine cabinet. I was too afraid to take it—but I wanted you to think that I took it.”
“What? Why? What’s wrong with you? Are you insane?”
“What? I put it with a bunch of expired pills. You aren’t supposed to take expired pills you know. They can make you sick. I saw an episode of Dr. Phil about it.”
“Amber, I’m going to kill you. Why didn’t you take the damned pill?” My hand was clenched into a fist and my arms and legs were trembling. If my wife took the Gendypnol pill, then her pussy was gone. Then she had a cock until she could get in for a gender reassignment surgery. And even then, she wouldn’t get her pussy back. For the rest of her life she would just have essentially a wound between her legs. It wasn’t fair to her and it wasn’t fair to me.
And how long would it take to get her into surgery? What if it took months? I couldn’t sleep next to my wife while she had a cock. What if it touched me? And what if it actually worked—what if she could get an erection? The thought made me cringe and squirm. “I’m going to kill you,” I said again.
“You’re being discriminatory.”
“What does that even mean?”
“What difference does it make if your wife has a penis or a vagina?” she asked with her usual condescending tone.
“Can you hear yourself right now? Do you have any idea how crazy you sound? Obviously you know that it makes a difference because you didn’t take the fucking pill!”
“I’m not going to talk to you if you’re going to yell at me.”
I had to hang up the phone. I couldn’t stand the sound of her voice any longer. I couldn’t even stand the mental image of her face that was now stuck in my head. I paced back and forth for a minute, taking deep breaths. I needed to calm myself down. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad. Maybe they could reverse the drug, seeing as it hadn’t fully run through her system yet.
I went back into our ward and I slipped into our curtain room. “How’s it going?” I asked my beautiful wife, who now had a male appendage growing between her legs.
“Terrible. I want to die. Isn’t there some plug you can pull in here to kill me?”
“Where’s the doctor? I want to see if they can reverse this. Surely they can reverse this.”
“I already asked. There’s nothing they can do. Apparently Amber’s pill bottle had warning all over it that said ‘the effects of this pill cannot be reversed’.” My heart fluttered down into my stomach. “I have a cock now. You’re married to a woman with a cock. Oh God, you’re going to end up leaving me. I’m going to die alone. I’ll never be able to wear a bathing suit again. What’s even the point of living?”
“We’ll figure this out. Don’t worry. I heard they were working on a reversal drug.”
“They’re not,” my wife said as she let her head fall back onto her pillow. “I asked the doctor that, too. My options are surgical removal or live with it. And I’ve seen what the surgical removal looks like. I’m probably better off with the damned thing. You may as well just divorce me now.”
“I’m not going to divorce you. We’re going to make this work. I don’t know how we’re going to do it, but we’ll do it.” I reached out and brushed the hair off of Rey’s pretty face. At least her face was stull beautiful. At least the pill wouldn’t change that. At least the pill wouldn’t change her body at all. She would still be thin and curvy, and her tits wouldn’t be going anywhere.
And she did still have a hole between her legs—she would just have to get used to taking it from behind, something she’d never let me do before. “It’ll be okay,” I said again, but my voice was far from convincing. Would it be okay?
CHAPTER III
Rey’s cock got bigger. I only caught a glimpse of it briefly while she was changing after we got back from the hospital. It looked big, but that was probably just because of her small body. A part of me was worried that it was bigger than mine, as if it made any difference.
She kept it covered up and she tried not to talk about it—though it was all both of us ever thought about. Every time that Gendypnol ad came on the TV, we would both because painfully silent, and that silence would linger into my bones and then my gut.
Rey went to multiple doctors, trying to find someone with a miracle solution. They all told her the same thing. “Gendypnol is a new drug, and as far as I know, there’s no reversing the effects.” But Rey was so desperate to have her pussy back, she kept shelling out money to see new doctors, hoping one of them would say, ‘We do have this experimental drug.’ She would have taken it without hesitation, even if there were an 80% risk of getting cancer from it.
But there was nothing—no other options aside from surgery, which she researched quite heavily. I did some of my own research into surgery, but the sight of a post-op trans vagina was not exactly my cup of tea. Plus, I learned about a thing called dilation, where Rey would essentially have to keep a dildo in her fake pussy for many hours every day for the rest of her life, so that it wouldn’t close shut. The thought made me shudder. And apparently post-op vaginas don’t feel very much if any stimulation. At least her cock could be stimulated, at least according to the Internet. Though I wasn’t exactly lining up to see for myself.
Tw
o months went by, and in those two months, I didn’t see my wife’s cock. We didn’t even talk about it, but I knew it was there.
We were watching a hockey game on TV one night when a beer ad came on the screen. In the ad, a woman in a bikini poured herself a beer in super-slow-motion. She had large breasts and a cute little ski jump nose. She looked into the camera and winked, and I had to admit that the girl was pretty damn sexy. I found myself thinking: I bet she has a pussy. I bet she’s had sex with her husband in the past two months. I wonder if he knows how lucky he is? I wonder if he knows how quickly that can all change. He just has to take the wrong pill from the wrong bottle…
And then I looked over at Rey and noticed something on her lap: a bulge. Her skirt stood straight up, being held up by a massive erection. Rey looked at me with a funny look and then she looked down to see what I was looking at. She gasped and quickly reached down and tucked her cock back into her panties. Her face was suddenly red. I looked away quickly. It was a minute later when she said, “I can’t help it. It just happens sometimes.”
I nodded my head slowly. “It’s fine,” I said. My hands and feet felt suddenly cold. I took a deep breath. So it did work. It wasn’t just an aesthetic penis—it was a fully functioning dick, capable of becoming erect, and maybe even capable of shooting cum.
It was the next morning when I found that ad on her phone. I couldn’t find my phone and I needed to look up a recipe. I opened her Internet browser and saw the ad there, paused on that large breasted woman’s supple rack. Why was my wife looking at it? Is that what gave her the erection?
It was the next morning when I felt Rey slipping out of bed early. She quietly left the bedroom and went into the bathroom. I sat up and checked the time on my phone. It was only 6:00 AM, much earlier than she usually got up. Then I looked over at her nightstand and noticed that she’d taken her phone with her. So I quietly got up and crept over to the bathroom door. I pressed my ear against the door and listened, and I heard the sound of my wife masturbating.
She was moaning quietly and breathing heavily. I heard her whimper the word ‘fuck’ a few times, and then there was a silence. The toilet flushed and I retreated back to the bed, slipping under the covers and pretending to go back to sleep. She got back into the bed and went back to sleep. Then, later that morning while Rey was taking a shower, I looked at her phone’s Internet history and saw that she had been watching porn. As far as I knew, Rey had never watched a porno in her life.
I looked online to see if it could have been something to do with her new cock and balls, and sure enough, lots of women reported the same side effect: a sudden desire to masturbate, and a growing attraction towards women. My heart skipped a beat. Rey had been so worried that I was going to leave her, but maybe the real worry was that she was going to leave me for a lady.
I tried to do some more research, to see what happened to other couples that had taken the drug. But the drug was so new that there wasn’t much material on the web, especially not from straight women with husbands. So all I could do was pray that she would stay in love with me, even if her desires became stronger.
It was a month later when we got an unexpected snowstorm. I was working on a roof when the snow started to fall, and it wasn’t ten minutes before I had to get off of that roof for the sake of my own safety. My boss told me to go home early. “We’ve got no other work right now, so I guess you can go spend the afternoon with your wife,” he said to me.
I stopped on the way home to buy some burgers for lunch. I thought about texting Rey to see what she wanted, but I figured it might be nice to surprise her. So when I got home, I quietly opened and closed the door. But Rey wasn’t in the living room. I didn’t call out for her because I didn’t want to ruin the surprise. I went to the basement but she wasn’t there. Then I checked the bathroom, but she wasn’t there either. And that’s when I heard the moaning coming from the bedroom. I crept up to the door slowly and pressed my ear to it. It was a woman moaning, but it wasn’t my wife. My heart stuttered and my gut turned. I grabbed the door handle and threw the door open, ready to catch my wife cheating on me with a woman.
But instead I saw my wife on the bed, on her knees, with a Fleshlight in her hands. She was turned towards her laptop screen, which was playing a hardcore lesbian squirting scene. She looked back at me and tossed the Fleshlight aside, but it was too late. She reached her orgasm. She whimpered and her lips went crooked and she trembled and her cock started to unload onto our bed. “I’m so sorry,” she said with a shudder, mid-orgasm. For the first time ever, I saw my wife’s erect penis, and it was long and thick and throbbing as it spewed white goo everywhere. The scene on the laptop continued. One of the lesbians was fisting the other, and she was screaming and squirting all over the place—even on the camera lens. “I’m so sorry,” my wife said again.
“It’s fine,” I said. I looked away and tried to take a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how to process what I was seeing. My wife was into lesbian porn now? Was she still into men?
Did it even matter? Even if she was still sexually attracted to me, it’s not like she had a pussy I could fuck. Maybe, if I was lucky, she would let me into her asshole—but would I even be able to do it? Would I be able to get it up with her, knowing she had a penis?
She came out from the bedroom once she had everything cleaned up. She apologized again. Her face was dark red. I told her it was fine, and then I gave her one of the burgers I bought. We went on pretending like nothing had happened, like we always did—pretending as though everything was normal and fine. I took two sleeping pills before bed, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep naturally with the image of my wife fucking a Fleshlight stuck in my head.
Where did she even get the Fleshlight? She must have gone out to buy it, or she bought it online. Either way, it meant that she wasn’t just caving to hormonal desires. She was pre-planning her masturbation sessions. And she was planning them around my work schedule, making sure I was out of the house before indulging. And who knew what else she was getting up to? Maybe she was secretly wearing my clothes when I was gone. Maybe she was watching sports highlights as soon as I left in the morning. Maybe she was using my weight bench in the basement…
I fell asleep and had nice dreams about living by the beach. I slept heavily until 3:00 AM, when I woke up to the sound of moaning. It took a moment before I realized it wasn’t coming from outside, but it was coming from my wife.
She was asleep, having what sounded like a sex dream. She had an arm over my torso and her body pressed against my back. I could feel her soft tits against me, but I could also feel her hard cock pressed between my butt cheeks. I was suddenly regretting sleeping in the nude, even though I’d never been able to sleep any other way.
She was grinding her cock against me, moaning louder and louder. She rubbed her face into my shoulder and started kissing me. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to wake her up and embarrass her all over again. I still felt guilty about catching her in the act of masturbating. So I just remained still.
She was rock-hard and her cock was warm. I could feel it throbbing. I’m not sure how it ended up outside of her panties—maybe her panties couldn’t contain the whole length of her erect penis. I closed my eyes and just hoped the moment would end. I knew it was my beautiful wife behind me, but I couldn’t help but picture a man, with short hair and muscles and a stubble beard. The thought made me so nauseous that I had to reach back, to feel the soft skin of her ass, to remind myself that it was just my gorgeous wife. I let out a sigh of relief, and then Rey moaned loudly. I felt her cock throb hard, and then I felt the warm wetness of her cum spraying up my back. I became tense as blast after blast coated my skin.
Then she rolled over and continued sleeping as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I just remained still, my back coated in my wife’s cum. And the worst part of it all was that I now had a throbbing erection of my own between my thighs.
CHAPTER IV
It was three months
after the incident when I started to drift down an online rabbit hole. It started out innocently enough—trying to find stories of other couples experiencing the same nightmare. I found one blog post from a man whose wife took the pill voluntarily, thinking that it would be a nice surprise for her husband. Apparently, she’d suspected that he was secretly gay or bisexual, but he swore in his blog post that he wasn’t. When he told his wife that she’d made a big mistake, house life apparently became quite awkward and the sex stopped until one drunken night when they decided to take turns fucking each other in the ass.
I didn’t read the rest f the blog post. It suddenly became too graphic, and my hands started trembling at the thought of taking my wife’s very large penis in my asshole.
I kept searching for stories, finding very little—sometimes just the odd throwaway post on Reddit or Tumblr. But even those didn’t sound real, probably made up by some bored loser trying to get attention online.
I found one post from a man who claimed his wife accidentally took the pill. He was asking for advice on a weightlifting forum of all places. And he got some interesting advice, though the responders didn’t believe that he was telling the truth. “I know you’re lying, but I’ll answer anyway,” said one person. “Just stay married to her and get your sex elsewhere. Pay for an escort every now and then. Find one that looks a bit like your wife and fuck her from behind while pretending she is your wife. Then it’s not like you’re really cheating.” And although the advice sounded ridiculous at first, it wasn’t terrible advice. I needed to have sex sooner or later, or something bad was going to happen. I couldn’t just remain celibate for the rest of my life. I couldn’t keep jerking off in the bathroom like a fourteen-year-old boy. I loved my wife, but I had needs to—and there were people who fulfilled those needs for a living.
So I curiously looked into escorts in my area, and shockingly, there were tons. Even when I narrowed my search down to a single mile from my house, it still gave me ten different options. And the ordering process was so easy, though I didn’t actually go through with it. It was just a few clicks of the mouse to slip myself into the schedule of one of the girls, and then it was just a matter of walking over to the hotel where she worked.
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