Suddenly Female [Man to Woman TG slow burn]

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Trevor wakes up one day to find his cock replaced with a pussy. Unsure if more changes are to follow, he desperately tries to keep the change a secret from his wife and coworkers. 

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I shivered as my feet hit the ensuite tiles; I hated mornings in winter; the cold made everything worse. Groggily, I rubbed at my eyes, still half asleep, and absentmindedly scratched at my crotch only to realise something was very wrong. My fingers pressed into the fabric of my boxers, but instead of scratching my balls, they brushed up against something else, something smoother. There was the familiar scratch of hair, but it felt wrong, and I was suddenly aware of the lack of weight between my legs. I must have made a sound because Sharon, my wife, stirred in our bed.

“Everything alright, dear?” She mumbled.

“Fine!” I squeaked, “Just waking up!”

Quick as a flash, I closed the ensuite door and kicked off my boxers, hoping sleep was just making me paranoid. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing my normal, slightly hairy legs, thick and as masculine as they had been yesterday. For a second, I thought everything was normal; the dark hair was still between my legs, but then I realised there was nothing poking out of it. No cock, no balls hanging down, just a neat mound of dark and curlies cupping a very familiar and yet, alien, shape. 

“What the hell?”

My fingers ran over the gentle curve, parting the slightly damp hair there, revealing soft pink folds. I’d seen plenty of pussies in my time but never on my own body! My mind raced; I had so many questions, how and why chief among them. My finger ran the length of those velvet folds, and I shuddered despite myself as pleasure shot up my spine. The strange dreamlike haze that had hovered over me disappeared in an instant, and the whole world snapped to perfect clarity. It didn’t matter how or why, this was real: I had been given a vagina. 

I quickly ran to the mirror and inspected myself in a panic, expecting to find pouty lips or thick eyelashes, but instead I was greeted with my normal reflection. The same square jaw and five o’clock shadow, same slight bags around my eyes from ten years in office management, same flat chest. Well, I had put on a little weight the last few years, who didn’t after hitting their mid thirties, but nowhere near enough to have man boobs. Sharon fondly referred to my physique as a "dad bod."

I ran my palm over the roughness of my cheeks, revelling in the little hairs pricking my skin. It was a reminder that despite what was going on down below, I was still a man. 

“Okay, Trevor, deep breath.” I muttered, “Whatever the hell this is, you can figure it out.”

I turned on the shower and let the room fill with steam, slicking back my dark hair with the moisture. Normally, my morning shower was a time to prepare for the day. I would mentally go through my schedule and then be ready to go by the time I was at the office. Today though, I could barely remember where I worked. All I could think about was the sensation of water flowing over my new mound and down my legs. 

It felt wrong to have something so delicate between my thick, masculine legs. The water seeped into the hairs, droplets brushed against my new inner folds and made me shiver despite the heat of the shower. When I finally got out, patting it dry felt awkward, like I was doing something wrong. 

“Travor, leave some hot water for me.” Sharon called, banging on the door, “You’ve been in there for half an hour!”

“Shit!”

I was going to be late! Awkwardly, I wrapped the towel around my wrist and stumbled out past Sharon, who raised an eyebrow at me.

“Since when are you so modest?” She teased.

Sharon always slept naked, after being married for almost a decade, we never had much modesty around one another. She was the perfect wife, beautiful and curvy with wide hips and a nice rack that was on the bigger side without being a pain. Her dark blonde hair was a mess around her head, and her green eyes twinkled with mischief as she walked up to me.  

“You know, if you woke up with morning wood, I am happy to help.”

She gave me that flirty smile that made my heart stutter, and reached for the towel. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate, even if I was running late. Nothing puts a spring in your step on a work day like a morning quickie, but then I remembered what was between my legs and I quickly jumped back. Sharon raised an eyebrow and looked slightly hurt.

“Sorry, I just have a lot to do today, I got lost in my head in the shower, you know how it is, haha.” 

My words were coming too fast, even I didn’t buy it, but it didn’t matter. I had to get out of here before I said something else suspicious. 

“Anyway, you shower, I’ll make breakfast!”

Thankfully, she dropped it and I let out a sigh of relief as soon as the ensuite door closed. This was going to be a very long day.

~

The toast tasted like ash in my mouth. Walking into the office, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. There were the usual friendly faces and smiles but my mind was racing, it felt like at any second somebody would point to my crotch and say “Trevor’s got no dick!” and I’d instantly become a laughing stock. 

It was crazy how different everything felt. Sitting made my folds crushed against the inside of my underwear. Each time I leaned forward or back, I could feel the folds pressing together, and when I walked, there was nothing to keep my legs apart. Without even meaning to, I found my steps going one in front of the other like a model on a runway and had to consciously focus to walk like a man. One little change and everything from the way I moved to the way I sat had changed; it was maddening. 

“Trevor?”

“Huh?”

I looked up from my station to find my assistant Nick looking down at me with concern. 

“You okay? You’ve been shifting in your seat, staring at the screensaver for five minutes.”

I hadn’t even realised the screen had gone to sleep. I’d gotten so distracted trying to find a way to sit where my new pussy wasn’t distracting me. 

“Fine! I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

If I didn't get my act together, I was going to run out of excuses real soon. The day was going by in a haze of panic. By the time lunch came around, I had no appetite. How could I with my stomach tying itself in knots?

I sat with my usual cohort in the break room and watched as they leaned back in their chairs. I felt hyper aware of people’s crotches in a way I knew I really shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it. If I manspread like the rest of the guys, surely somebody would notice my new addition, or lack thereof. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I muttered, quickly excusing myself. 

I had to get a grip, it was impossible to act normal when I was constantly thinking the line in my head. I had to relax. Going to the bathroom gave me the exact opposite of that, though. As soon as I walked in I realised my mistake: urinals. I couldn’t use those. The door opened behind me, and I spun around stupidly to see Nick, who clamped me on the shoulder before heading for the urinal. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, you’re pretty jumpy today.”

I grit my teeth and headed for the stall. 

~

Part of me had hoped when I woke up the next day, everything would be back to normal. Of course, that was too good to be true. My pussy was still there, waiting for me the next morning and it was getting increasingly hard to hide. I’d gone to bed early and pretended to be asleep when Sharon came to bed and curled herself around me. In reality, I could barely sleep a wink; all I could think of was Sharon’s hand resting on my hip and how all it would need to do was slip a little further south. Then the jig would be up. 

Sharon was my world; what would she think if her husband was some sort of freak? How was I supposed to be the man of the house like this? 

When the alarm sounded, I startled awake and practically flew out of bed to the bathroom. Another check over my body showed nothing had changed, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The morning after, when I went to shave, I realised my face was smooth, despite having not touched my razor. I ran my hand over the skin, missing the rough texture of my stubble more than I thought possible. 

“Maybe it’ll stop there,” I whispered to myself, trying to make myself believe it. 

Over the next few days, my body started to get less hairy, first my legs, then my arms. My ‘dad bod’ physique was also changing. It was subtle, but I could feel the softness forming over my chest and my belly cinching in. It was like the fat there was moving north to form my new chest. 

The stress of the changes, plus keeping them secret from my coworkers and wife, was starting to take its toll. I wrapped my chest in a long bandage I took from our first aid kit in an effort to hide my slowly growing curves and wore my suits buttoned up fully at all times to crush them in further. But even so, I spent most of my time worried that at any moment somebody would figure out what was going on. 

It was making me sloppy. 

I’d never forgotten to restock the copier paper before. Not once in seven years. But one morning, when Cassandra stood over the empty tray, shaking it like some kind of accusation, I just blinked at her like it was the first time I’d seen a printer in my life. And it wasn’t just the paper. The filing backlog was a disaster, and I’d forgotten the post three days in a row, so it was all spilling out of the basket. Angry emails from other branches needing things were blowing up my inbox. It was a nightmare. 

“I’ll sort the order right now,” I said, trying to smile. “Sorry, head in the clouds today, I’ll be more focused tomorrow.”

“You sure?” Nick called across the office. “You’ve been zoning out all week, man. What’s going on? We’ve got no toner, the intern’s answering emails meant for clients, and I think you scheduled two meetings for the same room at 2 p.m.”

I felt all the heads pivot, eyes latching onto me like heat-seeking missiles. That fear came roaring back; that any second they would notice the changes and realise what was going on. My skin felt hot under my collar. 

“I said I’m fine,” I said again, quieter this time. My voice caught near the end.

It happened slowly at first. The burn behind my eyes. Then the unmistakable prickle of tears breaching their barrier and streaking, traitorously, down my face.

No one spoke, but I saw Nick’s eyes widen. Oh fuck, I could feel tears on my face. 

I wiped at them too late, smearing shame across my cheeks. The silence was painful—more than the stress, more than the absence between my legs, even more than the tears themselves. Cassandra looked sympathetic, at least, and I felt my heart drop as she tried to lighten the mood. 

“Jeez, Trevor,” she said with an awkward half-laugh, “what is it, your time of the month?”

A few people chuckled nervously. Probably relieved someone had said something at all. She meant it as a joke. Of course she did. She was grinning, expecting me to roll my eyes, maybe fire back a sarcastic line, but all I could think about was how it very well could be. I had a pussy now after all. 

I signed out. I knew it would mean more work tomorrow, but I couldn’t take it anymore; I needed to go home and just be alone for a while. Sharon would be at work for at least a few more hours, maybe some time alone without the risk of prying eyes would let me finally get a grip on this situation. 

I’d never been happier to flop back onto my own bed. The silence of the house was like music to my ears. I’d always been an extrovert; alone time had never been something I prized, but now I felt like a drunk who’d finally found a bar. 

I let my eyes slip closed for a moment to enjoy the quiet, but once again, my thoughts drifted to the transformation I was slowly undergoing. How much longer would it last? Would I be a full woman by the end? Was I technically already a full woman since I had a vagina? I felt the stress I had run from work to avoid slowly building once more until a second later, the door slammed open and I sat up in pure shock. 

“Where is she?!” Sharon yelled.

“Wha-? Who? Did you just kick the door in?!”
“Don’t distract me, where is she?” Sharon asked, flinging open our cupboard. 

“Who!?”

She swallowed and blinked away a tear before choking out:

“Your mistress.”

She sounded emotional, like she was trying to stay angry and not cry.

“I don’t have a mistress.” I gaped, “Sharon, love. How could you think that?”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.” She sniffed, “You’re acting strange, secretive, and you’ve started shaving, not to mention we haven’t had sex in over a week…Then I rang your office to surprise you for lunch and find out you left early, without texting me?”

When she laid it all down like that, it made sense, and guilt gnawed at me. I’d been so busy freaking out I hadn;t even considered how Sharon might be feeling; or how my actions might look from the outside. 

“Sharon, love, I’m not cheating on you…but I have been keeping a secret.”

Her eyes instantly softened, and I remembered why we made such a good team. Just like that, she knew I was telling the truth. 

“What is it?”

“I think it’s best if I just show you.”

I trust Sharon, but it was still hard to strip off in front of her. At first, she had a bemused expression on her face watching me remove my shirt like a nervous first timer, but it changed as soon as my pants hit the floor. 

“Oh…”

My cheeks burned with shame; I’d never felt so emasculated in my entire life. Sharon sat back on the bed and beckoned me closer. Without thinking, I stepped forward and let my hips sway to fit my new natural gait. I’d have blushed harder, but I don’t think it was possible. 

“So it’s…real?”

She reached out, pressing three fingers lightly to the front of the mound. 

“Yeah.”

“Have you tried it out?”

“No!”

My face was aghast, and to my surprise, Sharon giggled.

“It’s a fair question, no wonder you’ve been in such a state lately, love.” She cooed, “This must have been such a big secret to keep and without any stress relief either.”

Her finger pressed a little harder, poking just between my folds slightly and making me jump back in surprise. 

“W-what are you doing?’

“Experimenting, come on, love, you must be curious, not to mention pent up.”

She hit me with that same sly smile, and my knees felt weak.

“You don’t think this is weird?”

“Weird? Yes. But what can we do about it? May as well enjoy it, hm?”

“I guess.”

She made a ‘come hither’ motion with her finger, and I stepped into it, bracing myself on her shoulders, and she slowly parted my folds. Her fingers found my clit instantly and slowly started to circle it, sending warm, tingling pleasure rippling through me. 

“Oh…”

“My poor hubby, let me take care of you.”

Sharon smiled up at me as she pressed harder, making me see stars. After so much stress, I was wound tighter than a spring, and my body instantly responded. Heat began to build between my legs, and Sharon’s fingers were soon slick with juices as she circled and stroked back and forth. I was trembling, and bit down on my lip to keep from moaning.

Normally, it was her shaking under my touch, not the other way around. I never realised just how intense the sensation of being stroked like this was. Sharon’s fingers came to rest at my hole and sank into the first knuckles before retreating. Instinctually, my hips bucked and once I started, I couldn’t stop. 

Sharon smiled happily and gripped my hip with one hand as I fucked myself on her fingers. I thought the outside was sensitive, but the inside was something else. Her fingers curled, thrusting a little deeper each time before she started to scissor them and stretch me out. 

“Oh fuck.” I whimpered, pressure was building, and I was hopelessly lost in a sea of ecstasy.

“That’s it, love, cum for me.”

I shuddered and my whole body filled with pleasure as I came. Sharon kept fingering me, making it seem like the orgasm lasted forever. Then, to my shock, the pressure immediately began to build. My eyes went wide, and Sharon gave me a chuckle before pressing her finger against…something deep inside me that made my head fall backwards. I came a second time and squeezed her fingers tightly.

The intensity left me gasping, and my legs wobbled. Like a nervous deer, I stumbled as Sharon’s fingers withdrew, and I fell down onto the bed next to her in awe.

“That was…incredible.”

“See, this situation isn't all bad.”

“But I’m still changing…” I admitted, “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to pass as a man. 

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Sharon said sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. “Until then, we may as well enjoy the ride together, don’t you think?”

For the first time in days, I felt all my stress melt away and I wrapped my wife in my arms. 

“Sounds like a plan.”