Unlike most of my stories, this little short has no explicit sex. It has surprising emotions about wife sharing. This is NOT a BTB story. Some feel 'happy cuck' stories rob the husbands of manhood. In some cases that's exactly what the husband wants. Here's one case study, exaggerated to the extreme. This is certainly a Loving Wives story, yet it has serious TransGender issues. If you're not ready for that, move along. One final warning. For anyone who's outgrown remembering how to pretend, this story may not be for you. It has strong SciFi/Fantasy elements.
Quarter on the Pinball Machine
"You bitch, you broke my husband!" As Rick Bright looks on in tears, his wife Olivia is shrieking at their shrink, Dr. Amanda Ailsworth.
* * * *
All the blood rushes to Dr. Amanda's face. She relives the session in a moment's time, like a life flashing before her eyes.
Dr. Amanda: "You sound angry, Olivia. Can you stop for a moment and listen to your spouse? This is a difficult revelation to come out with, in every sense of that phrase."
Olivia: "He shouldn't be coming out, there's nothing to come out about! I'll bet you my bottom dollar Rick only transforms cause of some messed up memories."
Dr. Amanda: "My dear, when you saw we had the same laptop, didn't you say the difference between them was what's in their memories?"
Olivia: "If you saw what's in my memory, you wouldn't speak so nice to me."
Rick: "You don't have to tell her anything you don't want to...this is about fixing me. You said so, O."
Dr. Amanda: "Very selfless, Rick, but not very helpful. She needs to come out as much as you do. Please continue, Olivia."
Olivia: "I don't care how selfish or intolerant this sounds. I brought my husband here so you could fix him. I need you to cure him of transforming into a woman every time I kiss his nipples. Now I can't kiss his neck without it happening. It's creeping me out."
Dr. Amanda: "Why does his being a woman bother you, if that's what he becomes in the heat of the moment?"
Olivia: "Because...I can't tell you. It's horrible. I'm horrible."
Dr. Amanda: "I can't help you if you won't let me."
Rick: "You may as well tell her, O."
Olivia: "I was raped nightly by my demon possessed Aunt. I can't even be friends with a woman. My social life is the muscle-car club and the gun club. The men tease me about being scared of men out there walking the mean streets. I like the men. I flirt with them. They don't know I'm packing heat against any woman who might try to fuck with me."
Dr. Amanda: "Who might try to fuck
with
you, or who might try to literally fuck you?"
Olivia sighs. "Both. My aunt was intersex, hermaphrodite. You know, a girl with a dick. Now you see why Rick turning into a woman, even for a moment, is more like my childhood nightmare than licking a dyke would be. Trust me, that ain't about to happen either, any time soon."
Dr. Amanda Ailsworth takes a deep breath, fighting tears back. She looks the part, but doesn't quite act it. She's far too alert and joyful, always hoping the best for her patients. That's not the clinical indifference most shrinks maintain. Dr. Amanda has a naughty secret propelling her to the top of her field. She believes in intelligent design. Not just DNA, but each spirit too. In a nutshell, she believes people are created on purpose, and the goal is to get them to grow in tune with the way they're each created to be. There's no word for that kind of therapy.
Dr. Amanda knows this will take a while. "Casey, please cancel all my appointments for the rest of the afternoon. Give them double credit. This will take a while in here."
The intercom squawks briefly. "I didn't get a chance to tell you. They all had to cancel. The sudden flood rains, you know."
Dr. Amanda signs off with "good", and switches back to 'Do Not Disturb' mode.
Dr. Amanda: "Olivia, would it be all right with you if I go deep sea diving in Rick's memories, to find out what's going on every time you kiss his man boobs?"
Olivia: "Are you reading my mind?"
Dr. Amanda: "Only when it's shouting at me, usually not. Linking is very intimate, almost like making love. May I have your blessing to link with your husband and find out what's going on?"
Olivia: "If you think it'll help, by all means."
Dr. Amanda: "Rick, may I have this dance, in your mind?"
Rick: "I thought you'd never ask."
Dr. Amanda: "Thank you for letting me in. Olivia, please wait for us."
* * * *
Baby Ricky is trying to learn the above-water language. His brothers and sisters have forgotten how to hear thoughts underwater. Their minds are so dry and brittle now. He has an easier time understanding their dry above-water words, because their thoughts are still leaking out to him underwater, though they pretend to ignore it, like they forget their dreams every morning. Ricky watches and remembers their dreams fairly often.
* * * *
Little Ricky is still very young. He's being dressed by his older sisters, giggling, in their closet. They've outgrown those pretty dresses, but they're adorable on him. His face is so pretty. He looks like a darling little girl. They speak kind words to him, making him feel like such a special little one. Ricky wonders if they know how different he is.
* * * *
Ricky is older now, dressed in summer cutoffs and T-shirt. He's climbing the big rope hanging from the tall tree in the back yard. He climbs with his hands, dangling the thick rope between his legs, sawing against that spot under his balls. Lifting a little higher and lower, he keeps the sawing action on his special place. He's been doing this for a few weeks now, and each time it feels better and better. It makes his nipples tingle and sends chills up his back. The rushes are getting stronger.
The feeling grows and grows like a snowball rolling down hill. It's gathering speed, size and momentum. It's as big as the moon and it's looming over Ricky's brain with such a joyful menacing that Ricky surrenders to it. It rushes in and overtakes him. His hips feel like a tornado of pleasure. Fire rushes up the insides of his legs and arms, shooting light out his nipples, up his spine and out through the top of his head.
All time slows down. Everything seems to compress inward and detonate. This isn't the little bottle rocket blast Dad gets when they're loving behind closed doors. This is the mind-blowing supernova Mom gets when Dad finally rides her right. Their minds are so loud, their climaxes are impossible for any telepath to ignore.
Now Ricky is feeling it, in full thunderous fury, this wonderful amazing female orgasm. Mom calls them that it in the silence of her mind. Ricky does too, having experienced it first hand now. Only girls can have orgasms like this.
Little Ricky may have a dicky, but Ricky is still a girl, and Ricky knows it. She does telepathy. She has all her emotions and intuition. Like any girl, she has just enough testosterone to get horny. But she never got that infant overdose to muffle and numb the brain and body like real boys get. She's still sensitive, especially in her emotions and sensuous nerves all over her body. Her woman's intuition still works fine.
The power of this climax knocks Ricky almost unconscious, flopping and quaking in ecstasy as she falls toward the ground. The shock of impact on her back and head stops the orgasm with a rude awakening. Ricky knows she's in trouble. Is she being punished for having her first female orgasm? Is she in trouble for remembering she's a girl?
No broken bones, Ricky limps indoors and walks upright so nobody will notice. They must never know this terrible, wonderful secret, or they'll kill her. The lightning storm is smashing right and left, above and around the house. The violence spewing out from heaven is terrifying. Just as it couldn't get any worse, Ricky suffers the ultimate fright. One massive stroke of lightning explodes the tall rope tree, sending half the trunk through the back patio glass door, smashing to a stop against the inside wall of the rumpus room.
Most of the windows in the house are shattered. The damage to the house is unthinkable. The damage to Ricky's heart is unthinkable too. God has punished Ricky for being a girl, and for having her first female orgasm. She doesn't know what to do. She's never more alive and telepathic than when she knows who she really is.
Must she now hide all of herself from herself? Must she now die, like childhood dies in those who become numb? Their thoughts and feelings are muffled. Their sensations are dark and gloomy, like somebody turned the treble all the way down. It's bad enough to lose so much of their feeling so early in life...must they ignore the limping remains, to atrophy? More research is required, before she'd allow herself to die like that.
* * * *
Ricky is being held down, beaten and kicked. The bullies don't let up. With each kick, Ricky feels a piece of her consciousness slipping away. Why doesn't lightning punish them, like the rope tree? As Ricky passes out, something explodes over her head.
* * * *
Waking up in the hospital, Ricky feels bandages on her face.
Ricky's Mom: "Don't mess with the dressing, honey. It seems worse than it is. Mostly they got your lips pretty bad. Your bullies are dead, all of them. They went to grab bricks to hit you with. On their way back they all got struck by lightning, in one group blast. Pastor Quincy says God saved your life."
Ricky is dying inside. It's Ricky's fault all those boys are dead. If Ricky had only let herself die inside before, when the rope tree warned her, and become Rick, none of this would have happened. It's her fault. She has to die. Only Rick must survive. Put on the stage makeup and learn your role, bitch. You've got a male heroic lead to play on the stage of life. Boy, you're going to carry that weight, carry that weight, a long time!
* * * *
Dr. Amanda is getting worried about the storm outside. Lightning is shooting across the sky so much now, it's almost constant. Little Ricky is clearly a powerful Storm Caller. The last thing this office building needs is a direct strike.
Dr. Amanda speaks out loud. "Ricky, please ask the storm to go away back up into the sky. It's scaring me."
Olivia stares at one, then the other, obviously afraid to believe what she just heard.
Ricky: "I'm sorry, Amanda. It's not you I'm mad at. It's me. I don't mean to hurt everybody."
The storm dissipates entirely, the rain stops and the sun comes out.
Dr. Amanda: "Ricky, do you know the difference between killing and murder?"
Ricky: "What difference? Thou shalt not kill."
