I Changed Sexes with My Wife

By Liam Slade

When young married couple Annie and Tim are poisoned, the only procedure that will save them is to accept donor bodies -- of the opposite sex. They agree that being alive together makes any risk worth it and undergo the procedure, but soon find themselves unable to pretend they are the same people they once were. As they explore what kind of man and woman they want to be, they have to decide what is truly keeping them together.

I Changed Sexes with My Wife is an 18000 word novella suitable for mature readers due to erotic/sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Liam Slade
• Release date: Feb 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005477622

Liam Slade

Liam has been writing stories of transformation and identity for over 15 years, including many years helping helm the Trading Post Blog (under the username A.M.) He is fascinated by gender and age transformations, and anything that takes one person out of being what they thought they were. He writes to try to grasp experiences that are impossible in real life and examine exactly what makes a person who they are.

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I Changed Sexes With My Wife

Liam Slade

Copyright 2021 Liam Slade, all rights reserved. Not to be reproduced without express consent of the author.

My eyes fluttered open as I gradually came to and became aware of my surroundings. The blurry void became clear and I realized I was lying in a hospital room. I gradually remembered what I had come there for and a strange feeling came over me – I couldn’t believe it had already been done. I couldn’t believe it was that simple.

I looked down at my hands first. They were very much not the hands I was accustomed to looking at. The fingers were slender, the skin soft and almost babylike, the nails protruding a few millimeters past the tip and resolving in a well-rounded tip. Low on my left knuckle was a slight imprint. From a ring.

Under the blankets, I wiggled my toes. The feet that responded created a much slighter ridge under the fabric than I was accustomed to, but at least they worked and moved with me. A weight felt like it was lifted off my chest, but as I scanned my view down I could see the fold of fabric created there, a ridge that defined my hospital gown. I lay perfectly still, knowing what I knew and afraid to learn more.

I was now in a woman’s body.

My mind flashed back to the last happy memory I had. It was fall night something like a month earlier. My wife Annie and I were walking to the car after spending a night having dinner at the home of our friends Scott and Jessica. It was a pleasant enough night – we ordered takeout and shared a few bottles of good red wine. But we were relieved when it was time to break up the gathering at last around 11:00 PM, get into the fresh air and head home.

Once we were a few paces away from the door we were able to relax and be free and begin our ritual of teasing our friends to each other. It wasn’t meant to be meanspirited, but privately complaining about things our friends said and did always brought us together after an exhausting night. We picked at stupid things like, Jess was really pushing that cheese platter, doesn’t she know you’re lactose intolerant? and Jeez, if Scott found a way to bring up his promotion one more time…

Oh, and the baby—

We stopped. It probably wasn’t fair for us to bring Scott and Jess’ newborn baby into this but the kid had absolutely dominated the conversation – feeding time this, Snoo that – for a recently married couple with no kids of our own, there was a limited amount we could contribute to the exchange before it seemed like we were just there to be spectators. This was the first time we had seen our friends since Jess had given birth eight months earlier and the difference between where we were as couples was becoming stark. They were parents and would always be going forward, and it only made sense that that was the defining fact of their lives now.

Well, the baby’s cute, Annie said with a smile.

Yeah, I agreed with a weak smile. Cute baby for sure.

The truth is, there were some issues there. As newlyweds in our late 20’s, people were starting to ask immediately after the rings went on our fingers, When is the baby coming? It was always met with a nervous chuckle from both of us, trying to signal to well-meaning friends and relatives to mind their own business. This was something we talked about a lot. We both wanted a little sprat of our own, but we didn’t think the time was right yet. We knew that whenever we had one, we would become just like our friends – completely absorbed by the little thing and set in parental mode forever. We would even welcome that, and yet it did not feel like we were ready yet. At least, not to me.

When we climbed into bed that night, I stroked her hair and began to kiss her neck. She responded by turning her body toward me and moaning ever so slightly. I ran my hands up and down her body and she arched her back in response.

Yes… she whispered.

We pushed her panties down to her ankles and she parted her legs for me.

Whatever was going on in our lives, we always had sex. We never felt like we had to force ourselves the way so many couples who had been together for years do. I knew her body as well as my own – her likes, her wants, all the right places to touch her, how fast and how slow to go.

Perhaps it was a little mechanical. I knew her body by heart, where to touch her and how to go from one move to the next. We had our routine and we liked it. There wasn’t any kind of spontaneity to our sex life, but there was always a great feeling of familiarity and joy as I pushed myself into her.

We writhed together as I entered, her opening taking on my manhood and her hips helping me guide the rhythm. I watched her face contort in the shadows as increasingly heavy gasps of pleasure issued from her. I responded by grunting and moaning forcefully. And on and on it went.

I could tell she was reaching her climax as her cries peaked high and higher, her body thrusting