A Couple of Wishes Pt. 01

By the time he got out of the closet Jessy was done with her hair and about to go. "Babe, it should only take me two and a half hours, when I get back, we can talk about all of this and try to figure it out. Try to do some of the chores we had planned to do this morning. If we can, I still want to go hiking this afternoon! Love you!" Jessy breezed out the door and down the stairs.

Ash wandered into the bathroom and stared at his reflection. A beautiful woman with shoulder length hair wearing an oversized sweatshirt that barely hid her breasts, basketball shorts, and, he just noticed, slightly hairy legs, stared back at him. He could still seem himself in her features, hair color, nose, eye color, height and general build were all still there. Well, at least he didn't make an ugly girl. He grabbed the laundry basket and tossed their PJ's into it and walked downstairs to start the laundry. As he went down the stairs, he couldn't help but notice his breasts move and his nipples rub against the pilled material of the sweatshirt. His nipples hardened. He rubbed his arm across his chest and tried to ignore it. Once the laundry was started, he went to the kitchen and washed the rest of their dishes and glasses from last night. He paused when he got to the wine glasses. He had made his wish when they had toasted, not when the shooting star happened. That and the wine had tasted a little funny at first. He wondered if that had something to do with it. His stomach growled; he'd have to worry about that later.

Sitting down with a bowl of cereal he tried not to think about the sex that morning. He focused on his other chores, almost all of which were in the backyard. He'd need to put a hat on to hide his longer hair just in case the neighbors were looking. He'd never really had long hair since college. He figured the sweatshirt was enough to cover his boobs and hopefully they weren't looking hard enough that they would notice the changes to his hips and ass. He grabbed a hat to stuff his hair under and tried to slide on his shoes but stopped once his feet were in.

His shoes were too big now. His feet must have shrunk. "Dang it!" He muttered "I'll just wear flip flops, at least it's supposed to be warm outside." Sliding on his flipflops he pulled the mower out of the garage and pushed it into the front yard. The morning was just warming up and his nipples immediately hardened, and he got goose bumps from the morning chill. "This is going to be distracting" he thought. He did a quick but thorough circuit of the little bit of grass in the front yard they'd left when they'd xeriscaped last year he moved to the back yard. Pushing the mower was a little harder today. Or maybe it was just his breasts swaying and nipples rubbing on the shirt distracting him. He cleaned up the debris from the storm last week, the kids were supposed to do that before they left, started draining the hot tub, and walked back inside to switch the laundry.

He checked his phone quickly and was surprised to see two missed calls, a voicemail and a text from Jessy. The text was a picture from above of her boyshort clad crotch with just the words "ITS GONE!!!" Sure enough, there wasn't even the bulge she that morning had when she had tucked everything away. He flipped over to his voice mail and put it on speaker, "Babe, it's gone! I don't know when it happened, but sometime between leaving the house and when I had to pee at the office it disappeared! I didn't dream what we did this morning did I? Also, the presentation team called me and asked me to make up some more last-minute slides for two potential clients so I'm going to be a little longer. I hope that's ok... Please tell me this morning wasn't my imagination! I can't get it off my mind! Bye!" He stared at his phone, reaching up he cupped a breast, nope still there, not her imagination. Feeling a little daring after her panty shot, he tugged on his sweatshirt collar, suck the phone in and took a pic. He sent it to Jessy with the caption, "Is it my imagination or do I have more cleavage than yesterday?"

Grabbing a pair of knee pads and gloves from a drawer, we went back into the back yard to do some weeding. "Stupid weeds and tiny trees," he thought. "I wish there was an easier way to get rid of them!" Getting on all fours he started to pull first the weeds around the edge of the grass, and then the tiny trees in the yard. At first it was his breasts hanging down and his nipples brushing the inside of his sweatshirt that distracted him. But as he pulled weeds, he began to think about the other time this morning he'd been on all fours. He couldn't help but play that on repeat. "I'm going to make you a real woman..." Well, if getting fucked doggy style and losing his vaginal v-card made him a woman he had checked that box. But the parts where Jessy took control, when she guided him into her rhythm, going balls deep each time, slowly at first and then harder. He started to get wet at the thought. After a little while he could feel it running down his balls and soaking his underwear. He felt like his nipples were diamonds and he wished Jessy was there in the yard with him to do it all over again.

Finished weeding he stood up; his nipples were starting to chafe. "Damnit" the thought "This is why women always wear undershirts." He did a quick clean of the hot tub, started refilling it while he cleaned the patio furniture, and added the necessary chemicals. He started mowing the back yard; the chafing was getting a little worse. By the time the weeds and grass clippings were in the compost bin, the mower had been put away, the hot tub full and covered, all he wanted was to pull off the sweatshirt.

He pulled the sweatshirt over his head before he even got back inside, his boobs flopping out. His nipples chafed so much, they almost felt raw. He'd never had it this bad. That 10k he'd run two years ago had been close but that was because he'd worn the shirt they had given out at check in. His nipples were just so much bigger and more sensitive now. Remembering that Jessy had given him some ointment after the race to help with the paint, he went upstairs to find it. He looked in all of the drawers in the master bathroom, and then started looking under the sink in the kid's bathroom. Every movement made his breasts sway and his nipples hardened again with the movement of air across them. The damp spot in his underwear made itself known each time he bent over or squatted.

Ash finally found the ointment in the guest bathroom in the bottom drawer. Rubbing it on his grateful nipples, he leaned against the counter in relief. Looking into the mirror he watched himself rub his nipples and started to get turned on again. Fresh wetness between his legs and the attention on his nipples was distracting. He started to get into it, one hand sliding down his shorts and rubbing the tip of his flaccid penis. After a moment he stopped, this wasn't enough. He gave one more glance at the woman in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, nipples hard and a little red, and walked to the master bedroom.

As he walked down the hall, he started to shimmy off his shorts and had them off by the time he made it to the door. Picking up his cell that had fallen out of the pocket he struggled out of his underwear and tossed his hat in the corner. Flopping on the bed he immediately started teasing his penis. Finding that stroking it was doing nothing he focused on the head. Using his off hand, he slipped a finger into his wetness teasing the folds and bringing the moisture to his penis. The lubrication helped, but he wanted more. Moving his hand back to his folds he suck first one then two fingers into his pussy. "My pussy," He thought, "might as well own it," and pushed deeper. He lost himself for a moment as he explored and rubbed his penis. His cell phone buzzed, a pic from Jessy. He stopped rubbing his penis and picked up the phone. It was a perspective pic aimed down her torso making it obvious her pants were off, her hand miming stroking an imaginary dick. In the blurry background he could just make out what looked like the presentation wall of the big conference room at her office. A second picture came in, fuzzy at first as it loaded, the caption coming in first. "Not quite my fantasy but it's close. Was thinking about fucking you this morning so much, I had to stop and get off so I could focus. Took these for you. Enjoy!" The picture loaded, two fingers deep in her pussy, her lips red and puffy. He paused and mimicked her, two fingers deep and moved them in and out a few times.

He thought about Jessy's text for a moment while sliding his fingers in and out of his vagina and decided to take his own picture. His photo was a bit different, the flaccid penis pointing up, his balls pulled in above his labia, and fingers wet with his juices. He wrote "hot pic, hope nobody caught you..." sent it and dropped his phone. Now he really needed to get off. He rolled onto his stomach and leaned over trapping his penis against the bed. He opened the bottom drawer and the bag with his dildos. He'd only had them in his ass, but today he'd get to use them elsewhere. He smiled to himself this was also a private little fantasy.

He pulled out the smallest and his largest. It wasn't huge, A 7.5 in long and 1.5 in in diameter. It had felt big when he had used it before. The little one was only about 4 in long and three quarters of an inch in diameter. He tried that one first. It was nice but wasn't filling his need. Pulling it out he grabbed the largest and lined it up with his vagina. It was hard to get in at first, Jessy had been a little less girthy. After a moment of getting it lubricated properly, it started sliding in with little resistance. He pushed until he felt pressure. It was almost all the way in. He pushed some more until the whole thing was in. He felt stretched, full, it felt amazing. Moving the dildo in and out a few inches he mimicked Jessy's movements that morning. Thrusting faster he felt something rising in his pelvis like that morning. Back arching a little, he pulled it out a little further and then back in each time. But he still wasn't "there", the feelings just plateaued, what he wanted was just out of reach. He stopped and looked at the small dildo, slipping the larger one out he slipped it in, it felt really small almost tiny, "Hot dog in a hallway" he giggled to himself. He moved it around a little and pulled it out. It was shiny with his fluids. He lifted his legs and brought the tip to his rosebud. Breathing out, he slid it in in one go. It burned a little, but he quickly acclimated. He moved it in and out a little and then took the large dildo and slid it back in his vagina. He felt full, so full, almost stretched.

The bases of the dildos bumped into each other causing them to start to slide out. He pushed them back in and tried to use both hands to alternate thrusting them, one in then the other. The sensations were amazing, he could almost feel them pressing on each other through the membranes in his body as he moved them. The small dildo stared bumping into a zone in his ass that immediately felt pleasurable. He paused the large one and just moved the small one. His penis started leaking clear fluid. The harder he thrust the more it leaked. Ash realized quickly he must still have a prostate and it was being squeezed between the two dildos. Shoving the small dildo in until it was stopped by the base. He switched to the large dildo aiming it down as he thrust, it pressed on the other side of his prostate squeezing it between the two dildos. He quickly reached the plateau he had been on and kept climbing. He arched his back struggling to keep thrusting and keep both dildos in. His hips started hunching as he gave up on thrusting the small one and reached up and grasped a breast. He rolled his nipple in his fingers. It hurt a little, but the bolts of lightning to his penis spurred him on. His pleasure crept up and finally he peaked. His pleasure hit an all-time high, blooming from his vagina and spreading like a wave. His legs started shaking and spasming, he dropped his breast and reached for his penis. As he touched it, he exploded. Vagina and ass spasming around the dildos, stars behind his closed eyes, tingling in his hands and feet. His nipples felt like they were on fire, he screamed as his ass squeezed the dildo out and he arched one more time clear liquid streaming from his penis onto his hand and pubic hair. He collapsed on the bed the small dildo poking him in the butt.

He lifted his sticky hand and stared at it. He had COME, all capital letters, the big O in orgasm. He shivered and looked down at the liquid now starting to slide across his stomach. It didn't look like his normal cum but at least he had produced some fluid. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, and tasted his cum. Salty, sweet, and slippery. He paused licking another finger. What did his other fluids taste like? He withdrew the large dildo from his vagina, shuddering as it slid out. He brought it to his mouth and licked it. A little sour, sweet, different but a good difference. He let the dildo drop with a wet smack on his breasts and stopped to catch his breath.

Jessy had been distracted since Ash had sent that cleavage pic. If her dick had still been there, she would have been hard, probably painfully so. She was having trouble focusing on the presentation she was trying to write and spelled the word THE wrong for the 15^th time. She needed to focus so she could get back home to Ash. A thought came to her, the conference room table... She was the only one there. There was no one to mount and ride on the table, breasts heaving as she rode their dick. But she could still masturbate... She did a quick circuit of the building, Nobody there. Her boyshorts were getting wetter by the minute. She quietly opened the conference room door and lay on the table with her legs bent and slid a hand in her pants. Slow circles around her clit just warmed her up. She stopped and pulled her pants down to her ankles. She heard her phone fall on the table with a thud and went to move it so she wouldn't kick it off. Grinning wickedly, she quickly took a POV shot looking down her torso, miming her stroking an invisible dick. She could see her spread legs reflected on the white board. She quickly stuck one then two fingers into her pussy and took another picture. Discarding her phone, she went to work. Playing the mornings activities over in her head, especially thrusting into Ash. She relived the feeling of his warm vagina grasping at her dick. She felt her pleasure quickly rising. One hand tracking circles on her hips and then teasing her nipples through her shirt and bra the other worked her clit, light strokes around it at first, quickly escalating to hard circles and direct pressure. She arched her back and screamed a little as she came. She'd never screamed before during sex or masturbation. She relaxed and slid off the table and pulled up her pants. She looked out of the glass wall of the conference room. "Well good thing nobody was here, that would have been quite the show." She thought. Grabbing her cell phone off the table she noticed she had left butt marks and a streak of her juices as she slid off. She took a quick pic to show Ash later and wiped off the table with some handy alcohol wipes. Walking quickly back to her desk she sat down and sent the first two pics to Ash. Hopefully they would keep him occupied.

Jessy was able to focus much better after her little fun. She finished the first presentation and then started the second which focused on geofenced technology that would shut down if removed from the property. The wheels in her head started turning. What if their changes only existed at home? Like a wish that only you knew about. She started texting Ash.

"Hey, I had a thought. If my dick disappeared after I left the house. Maybe you'll change back too if you leave the house. You know, like a geofence." She didn't really want him to change back yet, but that was because she wanted to fuck him again. Without her dick, well, that would be still fun, but not quite what she wanted right now. "You should try going over to the new smoothie place across town. I'm kind of wishing for one. I only had a banana for breakfast. If you don't change back, you can get one at the drive through and just go back home." She stopped typing. "Just wear some loose clothes in case you change back and get me the mango one with kale. Love you!" and sent it. She was dying to know if he would change back to his normal self too.

As she dropped her phone on the desk, she noticed she had missed a picture from Ash. HIs soft dick, in a little mess of pubic hair, his fingers as far in his pussy as he could put them. "Hmm someone followed my example." She rubbed her thighs together teasing herself. She needed to finish this and get home.

Ash laid on the bed for a moment, basking in post orgasmic glow. Eventually he shifted, feeling sticky. He rolled out of bed the large dildo falling to the floor. He headed for the shower and turned it on waiting for it to warm up. He looked at his reflection, again the woman with a just fucked look, stared back at him. His eyes took in her matted pubic hair and the fine down on her legs. He lifted an arm. Hair there too, well he hadn't wished to be hairless. He grabbed one of Jessy's razors and shaving cream and headed into the shower.

Twenty minutes later and three knicks on his legs he was clean shaven, legs, pits, and pussy, and well penis too, he no longer had hair on his chest or stomach, so he hadn't had to do that. He'd gotten rid of all of his pubic hair. He looked down, he liked what he saw, his penis and balls were a little in the way but that was ok. He toweled off, wrapped his hair in a towel like he'd seen Jessy do a thousand times and walked into the bedroom. The sheets needed cleaning and the dildos were both on the floor gathering fuzz. He pulled off the dirty sheets, grabbed the dildos and went to the laundry room. Pulling the dry clothing he rotated loads. Taking a basket of clean clothes with him he walked to the kitchen. Tossing the dildos in the mostly full dish washer he started it. He folded the clothes and placed them on the bar. Every movement of his arms brushed the sides of his bare breasts and as he folded Jessy's sports bra he thought, "I really need one of these, my boobs are always bumping my arms." He continued folding until he got to one of her thongs. He held it up and stared at it. On an impulse he pulled it on. It was a weird feeling having fabric so deep in his crack and the band was a little tight. He looked down, his bulge obvious. He tried to tuck it in. Still obvious. He pushed his balls inside his body and tried again. Nope. Well, that was no fun, totally ruined the effect. He left the thong on and went back to folding.

Finished, he brought the basket upstairs. Finding his phone, he checked for a text update from Jessy. He read through her texts three times. He was willing to try it, why not. Lost in thought, he wandered into the closet and began to dress, forgetting he was still wearing the thong. He pulled on some sweatpants glad they were easy to pull on. He pulled on a T-shirt, again tight across his breasts, threw on a newer hoody and went downstairs. Putting on his flop flops again and grabbing his keys, phone and wallet, he made for the garage. As he opened the car door he paused and considered their situation. Did he want to go back to his normal body? He hadn't hated anything about today. If fact he'd liked it. Maybe more than he wanted to admit. Going out looking like a woman had him a little nervous. If he didn't change back would people be able to tell he was a man that looked like a woman?

"It's just a test," he reminded himself, "it's like a geofence." Breathing out to calm himself he got in his car, opened the garage door, and pulled slowly out. Nothing happened. He closed the door and pulled from the driveway. Nothing yet. He started driving. He didn't feel different. As he drove further, he started to notice something, his shirt was getting loose. He reached a hand to feel his chest. Definitely smaller. He kept driving. By the time he was two miles away his breasts seemed to be gone and he felt a bit more manly. He pulled over into a deserted parking lot. He stuck his hand down his pants and checked. Penis yep, balls yep, pussy nope. He rubbed his dick for a moment realizing he still had on the thong, and it started to harden. He turned red and sighed in relief; here he was in Jessy's underwear in a deserted parking lot. This was no place to masturbate, but at least he was back to himself.