At Night Time He Changed...

Every night when Paul was resting in bed next to his wife Sarah, he would anxiously stare at the clock on the wall hoping that she would be asleep by 2 AM. For at the given hour he knew she would not like nor recognise the person lying next to her.

The clock slowly moved towards the digits of 02.00, and he turned over and whispered in his misses ear “Sarah are you awake?”, there was no reply, good. He lied back away from her and then as the clock changed from 1.59 to 2.00 AM, the change started to occur.

At first he felt his penis shrink and shrink upwards towards his belly as his balls did the same. His genitals were slowly and painfully sucked up inside him and somehow mutated into a female vagina. At the same time he could feel his chest expand and his nipples go stiff and pointed outwards, all the time his breasts were being inflated into a full set of jubbly lovelies.

The next mutation was his face. He could feel his eleven o'clock shadow fall into a pile on the duvet he had pulled right up to his neck. Each hair popped out of his face like a tiny needle prick and he could feel under the duvet his leg hair doing the same as it uncurled and shredded itself like an old man going instantly bald. It was a pain in the morning always having to clean the bed of all this hair but it was a chore that he had to do to stay unnoticed by his wife. 

However as his legs were shedding themselves on their own, a physical act that he wished he could bottle and sell to the females of the world, and save all the pain of waxing, his face was doing something else.

His cheeks were being slowly sucked inwards and he could feel his lips inflate slowly like a balloon being filled with air. As all his facial hair fell off, his short back n sides slowly grew outwards into a full mane of female hair, sprouting into a shoulder length cut, like the famous hair style Rachel from Friends caused in the 90's that his wife seemed to like so much.

As his transformation finished he slid out of the bed to the right hand side and stood in front of the double wardrobe mirror that lay directly in front of him. His boxer shorts that were now too big fell quickly to his ankles and he stepped out of them to watch his new female body in the dark moonlit glass. 

It was too dangerous to turn the lights on as he would be afraid of waking Sarah up. However he did pull the curtain back a bit to reveal a bit more moonlight so he could fully take advantage of the situation. For now he was his wife’s doppelgänger and if she did awake, the shock at seeing herself stood naked in front of the bed would surely scare her to death. 

How did he came to be in this situation? 

The questions that would have been thrown his way would have just been too weird to answer. Trying to inform her that it all happened at Glastonbury the other year, as they were tripping their nuts off after visiting a Holy Shaman’s tent in the freaky corner of the field. Both of them had inhaled smoke from this weird Hookah pipe as the Shaman chanted some sort of marital aid chant, it seemed like he had cast a spell because that night in the tent, as Sarah slept off her hangover, it was the first time he had experienced the change. It was so lucky for him that they were in separate sleeping bags. However that was then, this was tonight, and now was the time to enjoy his new female form.

Paul started to dance around in front of the mirror, doing female stances, pouting his lips, and slowly touching his smooth skin and rubbing his hands all over himself, feeling the smooth curves and enjoying the touch of his wife's skin on top of him. 

He was mesmerised by his new female shape and his eyes were glued to the glass as he flaunted his naked female form in various ways. One of his particular favourite things he liked to do was to pretend to walk down a catwalk, then slowly spin around in front of the mirror as he flicked his hair gently in the air and turned around with a slow kiss. 

Pretending to be a hot model on the catwalks of Paris or New York somehow brought out his feminine side. This was a side he had never really experienced during a life time of violence that he had spent in the Army with tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, and a youth he spent hours being beaten by his drunken father trying to protect his mother who would never ever leave him for some reason. 

However when Paul was in his wife's skin everything seemed okay and any thoughts of his past trauma's evaded him as he concentrated on exploring his female form.

After what seemed like only a few minutes of showing off his wife’s body in various ways in front of the mirror he suddenly heard a noise. 

“Paul?”, he heard a man's voice coming from behind him and as he turned around slowly, nerves tingling, scared and utterly unprepared to face who was in the room his jaw dropped. As he looked through the darkness lit only slightly by the moonlight, he was shocked to see his own face and body lying in the double bed. It had to be Sarah, but she was now in his body, pot belly, cock and balls and hairy legs as well.

“I thought this just happened to me”, said his wife as she looked at her husband inside her body staring back at her from in front of the window.

Paul looked at the clock it was 3AM. He would usually only spend half an hour showing himself off and playing with his new body for 30 minutes at most, before getting back in bed and going to sleep.

“When did this happen”, he asked her in his wife’s voice as he stared at himself sat up in bed. “At Glastonbury”, she replied, “Every night at 3AM I now turn into your form for some reason”. 

“Me too, but at 2AM!”, what a wonder he thought to himself that all this time since the summer his wife had been turning into him an hour after he turned into her and they had both kept it from one another. What that said about the Shaman's marriage counselling he didn't know but it was very strange indeed.

“What can we do about this?” Sarah said from the bed sitting up and stoking her hairy chest slowly.

Paul felt his nipples turn hard at this picture and then an idea came to him. “I know what we can do”, he spoke striding to the bed, hands on hips, as he noticed his own face look him up and down like a piece of meat.

“Let's fuck baby”, as he jumped onto the bed and lay on her back. Let's see how she feels after doing all the hard work for once he thought in his head still turned on at the idea of his wife in his body making love to him in hers.

“Okay, let's do this”, as Sarah turned over in the duvet and got on top of her husband. “Let's see how this thing drives” as she mounted her husband and they started to kiss. It felt weird at first to see his own face kissing him and as he stroked her hairy arms and squeezed his bum and it was an odd turn on to be sure.

However that night they shagged as opposites all over the bed, every position, every sexual act they knew but in the opposite skin. It was a wild night deemed fit for a fantasy novel but utterly real.

After experiencing his sixth multiple orgasm they collapsed together and fell asleep in each others arms. A few hours later, the birds started tweeting and the light from the morning sun rise came beaming through the hole in the curtains.

Paul opened his eyes to see his wife in front of him. They were both back in their own skins and he quickly brushed off his hair from the bed. Sarah was looking as she should and he kissed her on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes and looked him in the eyes before looking him up and down.

“What happened last night”, she said, “Was it a dream?”. Paul thought about the wild kinkiness and mad sex but in opposite bodies, however for some reason he now felt slightly sick, and had a gag reflux in his throat. He felt dirty and used. He had let his wife pound him and now he regretted it.

“I don't know, I don't want to know, and if it happens again I am going to be in bed asleep by 3am that's for sure”. He turned over and stared at a dead cobweb in the corner of the ceiling as Sarah rolled onto her back in silence also.

The thought of sleeping with his wife but inside her body and having her pound him for hours was all too much for him to take. He felt used and dirty, like a dirt bag after a one night stand but without the walk of shame to clear his head. No, last night was weird, far to weird for him to handle. 

He put his hand under the sheet and grabbed his cock and balls. Yes he was back as he should be and he knew where he was going to do today, book some tickets for this years Glastonbury and then find that Shaman again and reverse the effect. 

Some things are better left unsaid, especially the flash backs of him lying on all fours like a dog as his wife bashed in his back doors from behind. It was just too much for him to think about. In fact it was all just too much. He rolled over on to his front and held his cock and balls tightly in his hand.

“Please don't leave me, please don't leave me”, he whispered as he grabbed his genitals, squeezing them to make sure they would not fall off or be sucked back into a vagina. He wished they would never leave him against. He curled up into a small ball and started to sob like a kid. Nothing could ever wipe the memory of last nights pounding from his head. 

It would just have to be something he would have to live with. Another trauma to be added to the list, but one he could never ever go to a real counsellor to discuss as they would never believe a word he said. Nope, he had to just push this to the back of his head and forget it ever happened. 

He looked at his clock, only 5 more months until Glastonbury, he couldn't wait.

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