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A Transman’s Wet Dream

eyeI leaned against the bathroom door frame and watched my wife situate our two girls in the tub. The bathroom was simple and white, with a tub, two sinks, and a toilet separated by one side of the tub.

Bending over to make sure little Sara had her favorite spongy duck, Kelly’s ass spread nicely into her bright red underpants, complete with frills on the trim. Bath time was underwear and pajama time for the entire family, and in the same fashion, I wore a white T-shirt and boxers.

With a giggle, Sara smacked her duck into the water.

“Stop it, Sara!” Jess screeched.

“Shhh!” Kelly said. “There’s no need for that, Jess. Here’s your special body wash. Clean up.” Several days ago Kelly had jokingly washed my hair with Jess’s “special” bubble gum body wash, and even though I’d rinsed it out three times, I’d smelled like a candy shop the entire day.

Kelly picked up Sara, and moved her farther into the shallow end, and Jess squirmed into the deeper end, so Sara’s splashes didn’t bother her. They both had blonde hair, and intense turquoise eyes, but they had been born with blue eyes–like Kelly’s–and as they were getting older, their eyes were becoming more green, like mine. Kelly bragged that the girls were the splitting image of her, but I had been born blond hair and blue-eyed too, and I had a good feeling they would eventually end up with my light brown hair and green eyes–I was going to win this war.

I smiled and crossed my arms.

Kelly peeked over at me, her ass still in the air. She smiled. “What are you looking at?”

She blocked the girls’ view, so I winked and smiled lewdly. “A beautiful lady, of course, and a wonderful wife.”

“Mmm.” She straightened, and put her hands on her back, wincing.

I opened my arms. “Come here.”

With a flirty smile, she sashayed over to me, and I held her close, breathed in the scent of her hair, and rubbed her lower back, straying down from time to time to squeeze her butt cheeks. The girls were too busy to notice I was feeling up Mommy’s ass. Hopefully.

As I massaged her, Kelly groaned softly into my ear, and leaned against me. Her warmth and delicious smell went straight to my cock, and with a few throbs of my blood, I was hard and grinding against her through our underwear.

She glanced down at my straining cock, and then over her shoulder at the girls, revealing her flushed neck. Leaning close again, she said, “Go sit on the toilet.”

Her whispers tickled my ear, and I shuddered as she pulled away from me. I tugged my hard cock nervously into the waistband of my boxers, and headed over to the toilet, where it was tucked into its own little corner. Throwing the lid down, I sat, while I craned my neck over to make sure Kelly and the kids were all right. The intensity in my wife’s blue eyes had fueled my fire, but I still had misgivings. What if the kids saw?

My cock jerked in my boxers, and my doubts began to evaporate. If we wore our underwear, maybe they would think Mommy was simply sitting on Daddy’s lap. That would be acceptable, wouldn’t it? It certainly wouldn’t require any therapy appointments later on in life….

Kelly came back with her blue eyes blazing and blonde hair wild about her head, and my breath caught in my throat. She was so beautiful. She hadn’t changed from the day we met, and to me she never would.

Grabbing my shoulder with one hard, she steadied herself as she slid her panties aside, and I caught the first hint of her sex in my nose. I didn’t care that the toilet seat was cold against my thighs, the girls were right around the corner, or that the entire bathroom smelled of bubble gum and sanitizer–I wanted my wife. Right here, right now. We’d make it quick.

I yanked my cock out of the fly, and pulled my mouth away from Kelly’s long enough to shout to the girls, “Daddy has to use the toilet, kiddos. You going to be okay washing up by yourselves?”

“Gross,” Jess said. “Don’t stink up the place.”

“I promise I won’t.”

Sara giggled.

I flipped on the fan as Kelly mashed her mouth into mine and hovered over my cock. Her hand grabbed my shaft, and we worked together to control my penetration, but she was so wet I slid most of the way without a hitch.

Groans and gasps stuck in our throats as we tried to keep it down while we fucked. Kelly sank onto me, and then pulled up quickly, only to sink onto me again. My head rang, my toes curled, and I knew this wasn’t going to take long. With a several more thrusts into her tight wet heat I was ready to go, and from the way she ground into my hips, vibrated around me, and panted into my ear, she was close too. I was just reaching a thumb down to her clit–when the girls splashed water out of the tub and onto the floor.

“Hey!” Sara said.

The spongy duck flew from the tub and landed on the linoleum floor near the sinks.

“I got it!” Kelly cried.

She pulled off my cock with a plop, and I grabbed my warm and wet penis before it slapped against my belly and painted my T-shirt with her juices. I was still quivering with tension, and wet with a stick of sweat. My head pounded.

The kids were loudly accusing each other, and Kelly glanced back at me with an indulgent smile, and winked. I took in a big breath, and relaxed against the toilet, slowly running my hands up and down my hard cock. She’d take care of me. She always did.

However, even with my ministrations, my penis began to shrink.

I glanced down, frowning. It was definitely smaller and thinner than it had been, but not exactly soft. Using my forefinger and thumb, I tried to coax it back to full size, and it got a bit longer, but was still slender… not my usual. I grabbed my erection with my entire fist, and pumped it vigorously.

My eyes darted up. “Kelly?”

She had her back to me and was still absorbed in girlish drama.

“Kelly?” My cock was shrinking further, and not only was it thinner, but smaller too. It continued to shrink, and soon it was gone. Gone! My breath quickened, red spots flickering in my vision, and I frantically looked about.

In the back of my mind, a presence wiggled to life.

I gasped at the odd sensation, and clutched my crotch, where my penis should have been.

Noooooooo, the voice in my head moaned. They were angry, small, and somehow I knew they were a woman. A small angry woman. In my head. I didn’t understand much of them or their purpose, but they seemed to be as alarmed as I was about my diminishing penis. With that–and them sharing my head–in common, I clutched to their sense of security.

A flood of warmth entered me, and the woman said, Hold on. I got this.

My heart thudded in my throat, and as the woman asserted her presence in my head, my own presence started to wane. The entire bathroom took on an unreal quality, fading into a cloudy white haze, with the voices of my wife and children echoing in the distance.

The voice groaned with me, and the feeling in my body faded as everything dropped to a murmur.

Okay, that should do it. And with that, the woman was gone.

The world snapped back into bright color, and I glanced down. My erection was full, strong, and definitely ready to perform again. I took a breath and reassured myself by running my hand up and down my firm, thick, and glorious penis. But what if it happened again? My pulse lurched, and I glanced up. “Kelly?”

She was still with the kids, behind the wall of the bathtub. “I’ll be right there.”

I stroked myself quicker. “Kelly!”

No answer.

My cock jerked, and a huge blob of come erupted from the tip, rolling down my fist and shaft. I stifled a groan as it continued to pulse, and glob after glob flowed out of me….

. . .

I was still jerking in orgasm when I woke up, in my bed.

I stopped tossing about in the damp sheets, and my enraptured face quickly melted into a frown. The wonderful feeling of orgasm faded into the purest despair.

It was a dream.

I glanced over at my sleeping husband and dog.

The clock read 0430.

It was all a dream.

I slapped a hand over my face. Even though that had been the best orgasm of my life, tears pricked at the corner of my eyes… perhaps because it had been the best orgasm of my life.

I rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the shower. My body was smaller than dream me, and more fragile. I pulled off my clothes, everything feeling heavier, and revealed my pale breasts to the moonlight filtering through the bathroom window.

With one hand I turned on the faucet, and with the other I covered my nipples, hard from the chill of morning. I grabbed my breasts, frowning, and when the water was hot, I stepped into the shower. The spray blasted me, cleansing me, as I closed my eyes and tried to wash away the memory.

But I could still see him in my mind’s eye. Sitting there in his boxers, on the toilet, with his sweaty hair matted to his forehead as he clutched his spent cock.

He gazed back at me with bewildered hazel eyes.

My eyes.


 

Bennett Alexander Brock

Before testosterone, 2014

 

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