Danielle Long, my wife of five years, eyeballed the mannequins in the store window then led me past the racks of blouses and pants, dresses, skirt suits and pants suits.
"See anything you like," I asked.
Shopping for women's clothes is not my thing. Why can't she just come with her girlfriend or even her sister?
"Yes this will look very nice on you."
What? Why would I wear a fitted scoop neck?
"I'm going to change."
Watching my wife do another woman would be so hot. I'd love to see two smokin' hot women naked. That's enough to make me jack off. Dani had never heard these thoughts because I had never voiced them. I would make sure she never hears them.
My wife took her selections into the changing room. I waited by its main entrance. Suddenly 4 blue chords extended from somewhere inside the changing area pulling me into a stall where they hung me like a framed picture.
One by one articles of clothing were torn from my body leaving me naked in just a minute. I closed my eyes but I could feel my body changing.
They eventually opened. I could see girl wearing blue jeans and a heather grey micro-rib scoop-neck tee reflected in the full-length mirror. My eyes locked onto two sizable mounds spilling out over the neckline.
What the fuck is going on here? I undressed and dropped shirt, jeans and bra in front of me. Fearing what I might see or not see, I didn't dare take off the panties.
There I stood flummoxed, two three-inch mounds holding my gaze. If I live to be 1000 years old I could not have imagined myself having breasts, yet they stick out. My body also has a gently curving waist and a big curve in the hips.
I headed down a long corridor to the ladies rest room. Standing over the toilet, I realized that I was forced to pee sitting. This came as the final shock.
Danielle stood some fifty yards away waiting for me.
I closed the distance to her. Within three steps she addressed me as Stephanie.
Are you talking to me?
"Stephanie don't be such a stranger."
"Where do you know me from?"
"You used to be my husband. I accepted my sexuality and I'm still in love with you."
Able to detach myself from my former life, I fessed up to wanting to watch my wife doing a woman.
"I'm not into doing it in front of some horny guy. I'm not an exhibitionist."
I replied, "neither am I."
I took her hand and held it all the way back to the red Toyota Lexus. Dani opened the driver side door then unlocked the passenger door.
As the car turned onto the road Danielle fessed up.
"I was ready to ask my husband, you, for a divorce because I had met a woman. I realized that I could not just leave the marriage so you had to become a woman and remain my partner."
Her remark touched my heart. I said, "I love you too."
I paused for a second before speaking again.
"When I was a boy I used to think it would be so cool to watch my wife going down on a girl but now that's not so cool."
"Lots of guys have that fantasy even if their wives are straight."
