1. I know what I promised you, I know you said you trusted me more than anyone, but i just
can't do it, I can't say the words that'll make you a man again. I just can’t bring myself to do
it.
No, instead, I’m going to cum inside you. I'm going to cum inside you and make you my
perfect little wife from now on. I want to seal you in this perfect little body forever.
Part of me is sorry... sorry I lied. But I’m doing this out of love, love for you! My best friend,
who understands me like no one else, who were meant to be together, and with you
becoming a woman made all these next thoughts so clear to me.Who wouldn’t want to
share every night with their best friend? To sit on the couch and laugh and go on
adventures from every day here forth.To be forever bonded to someone who just gets me.
And now our relationship can venture so much deeper than before, explore new emotions
we never could share as just ‘best friends,’ but still retain all the same benefits as being
roomies in our college days. I know it sounds confusing to you right now, but it makes
sense to me. I know one day you’ll forgive me. I know one day you’ll agree.
And I know this for sure, not because I’m the man in the relationship, but because of what
you did.When I was nervous, you coached me up.When I’ve been sad, you were always

2. the first one to call me. But I learned a lot more in these last few moments.What did you do
right before you came?You pulled me in, whispered “I trust you baby” and kissed me on
the lips. I know you trust me. I trust you too. But trust means obeying when hard decisions
are being made, and trust me, I’m making a hard one. But whatever you think you know,
remember this “a real man doesn’t pull his best friend in for a kiss like you just did”.
No man does.That’s why I’m making you a woman, and I need you to trust me.
I know right now you probably want to claw my eyes out if given the chance, but, thankfully,
the spell laid it out pretty succinctly- once you orgasm you’ll be putty in my hands, willing,
submissive, and open to all suggestions.This is the window you wanted, the opening given
to turn back into a man, but this is the looking glass, the threshold where you could regain
your old life, possibly a better one. And he told us that you’d have free will, just subdued.
You could fight me. But you’re grabbing me, embracing me. I’m so relieved, now I know I’m
right.
When I heard your screams, your throes of pleasure, before this moment of vulnerability I
started to know what I needed to do. And as your best friend I heard what you really
wanted.You said you’d be fine going back to the way things were, but I could also make it
better.Your suggestions weren’t so subtle either.You wanted a better life. That’s what I’m
doing here, I’m giving you that life. And don’t pretend this was some sort of machination on
my part. Hell, you even called me daddy.You asked for it, you begged for it,‘please, give it
to me daddy.’ So I will. Like Michealangelo with a slab of marble I see your perfect self and
as my best friend, I will give it to you. As my best friend, I’m telling you why instead of
just dominating you.
God, you want me to cum so bad right now do you? Working those hips, pulling me in…
Your pussy knows what I know, it wants me here… it wants me here forever. But we’ll wait.
You’re probably angry, but I swear, one day you’ll thank me for knowing better, for being
the clearest head in the room. After all, it’s what the man in the relationship is supposed to
do.That’s what husbands do.
And I promise you, I lied to you as a man, but as a woman, I’ll never betray that trust with
you.You have my protection, my strength, … my love. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?
A guardian angel?
Oh god I’m close. Any moment now this will be over and we can begin our new lives as
intertwined souls. I’m sorry for prolonging the inevitable, I just need to lay my intentions
bare before I cross that line. I do that because I respect you, I trust you, you need to know
that more than anything.
Oh jeez babe, you’re just so tight!You almost made me forget how suggestible you are in
these moments, how your subconscious is begging for direction. Remember what he said?
How vulnerable you are?
I hope I don’t say anything wrong. I didn’t even mean to call you babe if that’s not what you
want. It just came out. Please don’t be offended about the next things I say, they’re all in
your best interest.They’re coming from a mind focused only on the moment.You’ll find

3. your new life so much easier if you just succumb to these new ideas. I’m giving you a
lifetime of knowledge as a woman in a moment. Isn’t that amazing? I know what I want and
more importantly I know what you want.You trust me, right? After all, I know better, I am
the man after all and you should always trust me.You’re my wife.
For starters, I want you to give up caring about anything ‘manly’.They don’t fit your small,
soft, delicate sensibilities anymore. Everything you know about cars, powertools, day
trading, whatever, is not only confusing but boring to you now. Sports especially.Why
would you care about some stupid ball game when there’s real drama happening on the
Bachelor? I don’t want you to move like a man, think like a man, refer to yourself as a man,
and even struggle to relate to other men.They’re not your people anymore. It’s going to be
so hard for you to even have a conversation with my friends anymore.They’re so dull.Their
wives are talking about way more interesting things.Trust me, it’s for the best if you
embrace all your new girlfriends.
Oh yes, we’re at the gift of femininity, you will adore all things you’ve ever written off as
girly and beneath you.Yes my future lacquerista, make up artist, shop-aholic, this girl will
adore all things style, fashion, drama, shoes, new trends, pop music, wine, Kardashian,
romantic, parenting, dancing, Instagram, perfume, glitter, teddy bears, skin care, interior
design, and wedding planning should all be your favorite hashtags and topics. It’ll bug you
if any of the other wives are more up to date on any of these trends.
I mean, it’s only fair, that we as a couple, should be well rounded. Since I have all the guy
stuff covered, I need you to be my emotionally sensitive, stylish, culturally versed dinner
party co-host. I need you. Please remember that. We are a partnership and with you’re
support we will go so far.
Just leave all the coarser topics, like politics to me. I could almost see a grimace between
your moans, but trust me, you’ll love that I did this for you.
Which brings me to the other topic, household responsibilities.Yes, I, as the chief bread
winner, expect you to ensure that our house is clean and beautiful, always, NO
EXCEPTIONS! The dishes should be done, and there’s always a wonderful
aroma of a fresh cooked meal waiting on the table when I come home. Don’t worry if
there’s any icky bugs or repairs, that’s what your man is here for. I just can’t wait to come
home and see my beautiful wifey, all dressed and made up, giddily bouncing on her heels,
with a meal on the table, eager to give her man a smooch and wanting to hear about my
day, even if it goes over her head.
I mean, I’m not against you having a job, but something part time and nothing strenuous for
the future mother of my children.Yes, children. I never told you, but I’ve always wanted a
big family. And soon, you will too. Seeing other moms at the supermarket with their
minivans and stranger’s hands on their belly will drive you crazy with jealousy.You’ll want
it sooo bad. And you’ll love it when it happens, you’ll love feeling so full of life, swelling
with our pride and joy. She’s going to bounce around on her heels waiting for me at the
door and give me the biggest hug.Trust me, you’ll love it so much I want even need to ask
for a second child.You’ll beg me. My god , just imagine how beautiful our children will be.

4. I can feel you tense up, you want me to stop, so eager to squeeze the cum out of my cock
that’ll end this, it’s so sexy. But I’m strong. I’m strong for us. And if I can hold on, so can you.
I know it’s just you being supportive of this, of me, in a way.You always have been there for
me emotionally as a friend.
And I’m there for you! I’m not doing anything sinister. I still want my fun loving, goofy, open
for anything, adventurous, nerdy friend.T hat part isn’t going anywhere. Although I’d prefer
if you deferred to me in public.Waited for me to talk first. And stopped cursing so much
and cared to present yourself like a lady, especially the type my mom and grandmother
would appreciate.They’ve always looked so happy.
And maybe, when we play videogames, you’d just want to watch and let me play. After all,
the game is probably pretty scary and the controls can be confusing. At least for you. Don’t
you want me to handle it? I’d maybe like if you asked me for help sometimes, help made
me feel smart.
I’m almost- I mean WE’RE almost there. Just know I love your chubby body and never want
you to change, eat, be merry, stack some thickness on that beautiful booty of yours. I’ve
always been into big girls even though they get so self conscious. I didn’t even know! I had
no idea until I met you, THE REALYOU. Chubby girls are so hot, Hell, even if you put on a
few pounds, I’D LOVE IT… I ACTUALLY WANTYOU TO STRUGGLE TO LOSEWEIGHT
and be so embarrassed about that jiggly lovely figure.When I put babies in you, I want you
to get so fat and beautiful. I hope you never lose a pound or a stretch mark no matter how
much you try. BECAUSE I LOVEYOU and everything your body did for our family.
OUR FAMILY
OUR FAMILY
I can’t wait to see how beautiful our kids are. I can’t wait to see kind, to them you are. I
mean, you’ve always been the one, you’ve always been my best friend.You loved me when
I was weak, you hugged me after you caught me crying.We’ve always been partners in
crime, I just said this because I believe your open heart wants to hold our children. OUR
CHILDREN.
I know you’re vulnerable, but if your body can tell me NO, SAY IT. SAY IT NOW
THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT.
So our children, my god will they be so beautiful
And these are only suggestions, like the man said, not commands! I would never do that to
you. Everything I said, I said for you, to help you make the smoothest transition into who
you were meant to be. I’ve only, ever, wanted the best for you. We’re a partnership.

5. I’m not taking anything away from you, I’m giving you the greatest gift of all. I love you.
That’s why I never even suggested you love me or obey me. And I know you’re okay with it,
that’s why you don’t fight and hold me, still, so tenderly.
I’ll earn this love, everyday, with flowers, with kisses, with secret notes, and my undying
loyalty and appreciation. I know you’ll be angry with me, but I know I’ll prove it to you. I’m
ready to forgive you. I can’t imagine how hard this transition is, but I know you’ll love it. I
know we’re meant to be together, I’m just capitalizing on the gift we were given. I love
youuuuuuuuu!
I felt it. I felt it tense and spasm. It was over. I finally had control again. I was horrified at
what just happened, betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust, reeling at the fact that
these heavy weights on my chest would not go away, afraid that my new internal voice sounded so
girly, knowing I was moaning and whimpering the whole time, disgusted by the dripping, warm
feeling --- inside me?
But there were other feelings, new ones, delighted ones, light fluttery ones. He said he loves
me! He can be so caring! So romantic! But the worst one, the loudest one was-
I really hope that Got me pregnant!

6. I spent most of the first day angry, so furious at him. I couldn’t even look at him, but that’s
partially because if I saw his puppy dog eyes I knew I’d end up forgiving him. It wasn’t totally his
fault, we were told that the temptation would be too great and no man has managed to resist it.
Why should I hold him to a higher standard? And he could have made me some stupid, big titted
bimbo, sex slave, but he didn’t. He wanted me to be his caring wife and best friend. HE SAID
HE LOVED ME!
Still, the idea of being someone’s * wife * and * giving birth * still seemed like way too
much. I still considered myself a man on most levels, although that’s hard to truly believe that
when cum is dripping out of your hoo-ha.
I donned the same pair of jeans and hoodie he purchased me, finally understanding why girls
hate the walk of shame. I had showered, but I feel like these clothes still reeked of sex! Maybe
it’s my more sensitive knows or I’m more self-conscientious about it now, but it still bothered me
to be wearing the same outfit on back to back days.
He told me the plan, if the shopkeep had one spell for reversing my transformation, there must
certainly be another way. I’m so happy he’s so smart. But it’s weird feeling this way, feeling
like I need his protection, knowing he wants to take care of me like I’m some sort of helpless
girl, like some princess who needs rescuing. But then again, I wasn’t in the right mindset to be
making decisions and he was just sooo focused.
Before heading straight, he started by taking us to our favorite breakfast burrito joint and
getting the usual combo. Mistake he said. As if turning his best friend into fat girl is the same
as knocking over a glass of water. As for the burrito, I wanted to enjoy it, I really did, and
tried to act like I did, but it was just to heavy and greasy. All I kept thinking about was how it
would go straight to my hips and ass and make them even fatter - - as if it wasn’t hard enough
squeezing into my jeans today - - but I couldn’t admit that to him without feeling like more of a
chick.
The shopkeeper had quite a laugh at my current predicament and my face couldn’t have been
redder. He took full responsibility for the incident, which is nice but thinking about it I did kiss
him, and just wanted to know if there were any other ways to get me back to being a man. I felt
like a child on the sidelines as the grown ups were talking. But his voice was so powerful, so
convincing, and mine was . . . not. So I guess it was good he was handling it.

7. We were given two rings and a set of instructions to be read once the rings were placed on our
fingers and a very dire warning. The task will be much more difficult than the last and no
magic would fix the next changes, but as long as my heart was truly a man’s heart, than I should
see myself returned to my previous form. I was relieved and a little angry. Why couldn’t we
have gotten this spell the first time? I only needed to rely on myself, this would be much easier.
I was made angrier that he laughed at me like I was an idiot and told me I knew nothing about
magic. Jerk.
We bid farewell, thanking him for all his help, but happy to never have to see that trickster
ever again. At home, he asked me if I was sure I wanted to go through with this. I was scared
inside and hope my face didn’t betray me, but I knew a true man wouldn’t hesitate. I said yes
and immediately it felt like I was on a never ending loop on a roller coaster. He must have felt it
too because we both collapsed next to each other.
I woke up in an entirely new room, on a bed with soft sheets and entirely too many throw
pillows. He came in and expressed how glad he was I was finally up. Apparently, he rose before
me off the floor and carried me to the bed like a true gentleman. While I was still out he
realized that we were in an entirely different place, different reality even. One where he and
I had always been an engaged couple. I noticed the simple brass ring we were given had become
the most marvelously studded diamond wedding band while his was something much more befitting
a husband. And if that weren’t overwhelming enough the note . . .
The note said that in order to return to our true selves, he must come inside me 60 times over
the next 60 days and then there would be an opening with all the manly energy inside me to
return. I nearly collapsed at reading it. No wonder he didn’t want to tell me. Not only would I
have to relive the most humiliating experience of my life, but I’d need to do it day after day
after day. I started crying, bawling actually, like a hysterical woman...