The Gift: A His & Her Gender Transformation & Feminization Adventure

By B.L. Quick

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When Eddie's beautiful wife Samantha gifts him "His and Hers" gender pills, Eddie is hesistant. That is, until he sees the second part of his gift. Suddenly, he can't ignore the line of pink pills waiting for him. Desperate to please his wife and spurred on by her clever escalations, Eddie is led down a slippery slope of feminization — one he may never return from. With his body and mind rocked in alluring changes, Eddie forgets about the line of blue pills waiting for his wife.

♀ Detailed Gender Transformations
♀ Erotic Suspense and Gripping Feminization
♀ Unchained Desire and Passion

The Gift: A His & Hers Transformation & Feminization Adventure
This book has 41,760 words and 20 Chapters.
Subjects: Detailed Gender Transformation. Detailed Psychology & Suspense. Premium Erotic Fiction. Male to Female Transformation, Female to Male Transformation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.L. Quick
• Release date: May 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215643488

B.L. Quick

BL Quick's desire is to make readable, exciting stories of sex and transformation--stories with a plot, interesting characters, and riviting psychological twists. It's a challenge to balance story and sexiness, but it's a challenge Quick loves to take on, and she sacrifices neither in spinning a good tale. In addition to writing her extensive transformation work (from art to stories) has appeared on DeviantArt and Tumblr.

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The Gift

A His & Her Gender Transformation & Feminization Adventure

By B.L. Quick

Copyright © 2023 B.L. Quick

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This book is for a mature audience only (18+ only; readers should abide by laws and restrictions of their location). All characters in this book are over the age of 21. All characters, locations, and situations are fictional. All sex is performed by consenting adults. Any resemblance to real world scenarios, past or present, is pure coincidental.

Dedication

As always, this book is written for my faithful readers. I am ever thankful for your support.

The Christmas Gift

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About

I

My wife, Samantha, had stuffed them at the bottom of my stocking.

I found them — under batteries, a cool pocket hand tool with a knife and screwdrivers, some candy, and a packet of razor blades for my razor.

My eyebrows raised when I looked at the package. Gender change pills?

My wife smiled sweetly at me. "His and Hers variety."

"His and hers?"

I thought we could play a little this Christmas now that the presents are opened.

I laughed. "Play, huh?"

I admittedly felt a little on the spot, as this was something I had never considered. And now, my wife was kneeling before me with a sweet, expectant look on her face. I do like making my wife happy — but I wasn't so sure.

Samantha could sense my hesitancy. I mean — it would be just for a day. She bit her bottom lip and winced, waiting for my response.

I don't know. . .

Just for Christmas. She pouted. Please, Eddie?

I removed the pills from the box. There were ten. A row of five, blue, and a row of five, pink. The pills rattled in their containment between plastic and foil. I was not ignorant of their power; I had seen the stories on the news. Eyebrow-raising stories. These pills were no joke.

How much did they cost?

"No more than your new bandsaw. Not bad for 10 pills, right? Besides, you now have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to experience femininity — to be a woman completely. It's so worth it, Eddie. Honestly, it will be so much fun, I promise."

I rattled the pills a bit more in my hand. Was this really a good idea?

There's one more present I have for you. Maybe you should see it, and then you can decide. She turned back to the tree. The ornate golden earrings I had bought her for Christmas dangled from her ears. Her breasts bounced in her shirt. She reached for a package hidden behind the tree, a rectangular box covered in brown paper and frilly red ribbons. She passed it to me.

What is this?

You'll see.

I pulled back the ribbons and ripped open the paper. I held the top of the box and let the bottom slip from under it. In the box was a thick sheet of glittery white tissue paper. Slowly, I slipped it back revealing crimson lace and satiny fabric.

"Your breasts will settle nicely into it, I think. I mean, think of your mom and your grandmothers on both sides — and your sister. All of them are so well endowed. Yours will be big, Eddie. Much bigger than mine. I swallowed nervously in disbelief, my chest tingling at the thought, already feeling uneasy. But Samantha kept talking.

Oh, and I bought you stockings, too. They have nice little, red-tipped toes, your little feet will look so sexy in them. And I bought a garter belt. And panties of course. Mmm. I can just imagine your new pussy getting the crotch of those panties soaking wet. Can't you?"

With a slightly shaking hand I searched through the box, inspecting each element of the outfit she had chosen, understanding the deliberation that had gone into selecting it. I swallowed and traced the lace around the edges of the lingerie. I touched the soft fabric. I admired the brilliant crimson color and the toes of the stockings. I curled my feet in my wool socks.

Then I held the cups of lingerie. They were large. I balked, I imagined them encasing two large breasts and my nipples hardened. I imagined my own flesh filling them completely. God. Did this really turn my wife on? With a little chagrin, I realized blood was rushing into my cock.

I wanted this to be special, so I splurged. This set is from a little boutique lingerie shop in the city. The clerk was so helpful. She asked what you looked like, and I did my best to imagine it. I told her and she entered it into her computer, creating a 3D model of your body so we could do sizing. Seeing it all got me so wet. After selecting I paid and rushed out to the car. I couldn't help but dive my hand into my panties once I got inside. I came so hard in the mall parking lot thinking of you as a woman wearing my gift . . . Eddie?

I must have trailed off because she startled me when she touched my arm.

Honey?

I stammered. Yes, dear?

You know how I bought you those razor blades for your shaver?

I nodded, looking back to my pile of presents as I touched the lingerie — my new bandsaw, my underwear, various tools, and practical items. The lingerie was a gift of entirely another function. I had never considered ever dressing as a woman. They are good razors for a man. But you're going to need to use my shaver if we are going to do this right. I've put a fresh blade in it. It's the pink one by the bath.

My breath shook. My cock was engorged fully and pitching a tent into my flannel pajama pants. My wife looked down and back to me.

Your body hair will mostly fall out when we take the pills. But you will need to shave your armpits, your legs, and — Her eyes fell to my crotch.

You mean?

Shaved clean. I want your pussy shaved clean. Do you understand?

Goosebumps broke out on my arms and legs, and I could suddenly feel my trimmed pubic hair tingling at the thought.

For a moment I thought of the guys on my community league baseball team. What would they think about this? Was I seriously considering doing this?

My wife smiled. And, honestly, I can't wait to taste your pussy.

My cock pulsed. A small drop of precum pushed from its head and soaked into my flannel pants.

I was already getting wet.

I thought of the pink razor waiting for me at the edge of the bath and winced. The situation was too much to fathom, and it made me whisper softly, Oh, fuck. The corner of my wife's mouth perked up in a grin.

So, Eddie — can I run you a bath?

I took a deep breath. I nodded.

It was worth experimenting.

I placed the pills in the box with the lingerie and stood up. I bent over and picked up the box and turned to talk to our master bathroom.

And, in all the intensity of the moment, with my cock throbbing in my pajamas — in all the allure of becoming a woman and my wife's tongue teasing my freshly bathed pussy — I completely forgot all about my wife and the line of blue pills in the package.

II

We walked up our stairs to the master suite, my mind flooded with competing thoughts:

Was this a good idea?

What would I look like?

Were the pills safe?

What would the guys think?

Was I allured or completely terrified?

Those two emotions — arousal and terror — blended within me. I noted how, working together, they drove my steps forward. Together, they were compelling.

Suddenly the door to our bedroom had taken on the foreboding appearance of a cosmic threshold. I was entering as Ed, or Eddie as my wife and friends called me. How would I be leaving?

I thought of my mom and sister. My grandmothers. The long ancestral line of men and women who had led me to this point. And now, here I was, at the behest of my wife, about to confound that progression. Defy it. What would the results of that defiance look like? My mind flashed with possibilities. And in each, the resulting me was slinking about in the silky soft lingerie my wife had bought for me, an object of desire and lust. To my chagrin, my balls expectantly awaited the soft cupping of the satiny panties in the gift box.

I rested the lingerie box on our bathroom counter. My wife followed close behind me. I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my flannel pajama pants, the crotch of which had been soaked with an ever-expanding patch of precum since my wife had let me in on her little Christmas wish. I could hear her turn the faucets and the room was filled with the sound of rushing water into the tub. I turned.

My god, Eddie. My wife's mouth fell open. I don't think I've ever seen you so hard in my life.

My cock was engorged, nearly painfully so. It pointed skyward, head thick. My heart was racing in my chest.

God, just look at it. It's hopping with your heartbeat.

I looked down, slightly embarrassed.

She smirked. You really like the thought of it going away, don't you?

My breath shook a bit — then I tried to laugh it off. Samantha! C'mon. . .

"I bet your balls are so heavy. Yes! Look, Eddie, you're dripping to the floor."

I looked down at a long strand of precum dripping from the head of my cock. My cock pumped and it was followed by another, adding to the first, breaking the translucent strand of fluid with its weight and falling to the floor.

My wife's eyes widened. Oh fuck, Eddie. I like that you are so aroused, that your balls are swelling with come, that your cock is rock hard because a pretty, pink, little pussy is about to take its place.

My cock suddenly swelled, nearly touching my stomach. Another long strand of come dripped to the floor. A puddle would be forming if I stood in place for too long.

My Eddie really wants to be a woman, doesn't he? Every time your heart beats you drip. Your cock is already acting like a pussy. It wants to be wet.

Stop. Please. I blushed, involuntarily flexing my muscles, making my cock bounce. The drip just wouldn't stop.

She approached me and wrapped her arms around me softly. Oh, Eddie. It's okay. She lifted her arm, cradling the back of my head sweetly in her hand, and beckoned my head to her level. Then I could feel the tips of her manicured nails tickling my shaft.

She took my cock into her lithe fingers and pumped it languidly a few times. She whispered softly in my ear. It's okay. I'm wet, too. My panties are soaked completely through. They're hugging my crotch under my flannel pjs. She pulled on my cock, the head pressing into her hip, and depositing a wet spot to her pants. I moaned softly.

Steam danced over the crystal-clear water of the bathtub and in the late winter morning light shining in the window as Samantha stroked my fully engorged cock. I was close. Fuck. I was already so close. I leaned forward, ready to explode. But Samantha tugged only once more before releasing me. She lifted her hand and tapped my chest with a finger. Time to get in the tub.

I sighed and moved past her.

No, no, she retorted. Her hand was outstretched. Before you can use my pretty, pink razor, you have to start with yours. I've put the right guide on it. You'll shave close. You can stand right here and do it. I want to see your hair falling to our cold, white-tiled floor. Shave your pubes to start.

I took the