Family for two

— If everything is perfect, it means there's a flaw somewhere that we haven't noticed yet."©

We were a wonderful couple. Having met in our first years at the institute—we studied in the same faculty, "Finance and Credit"—we carried our love all the way to graduation.

Everyone thought we were made for each other. Everything was perfect. Our appearances were so similar that many initially mistook us for brother and sister. Both around 1.75 meters tall, slender, with well-defined oval faces. Even our voices were similar, within the bounds of gender difference.

The only thing we differed in was our personalities. And that was good, because it helped us stay

together for so long. Lena, my wife, was a bright and active girl. I was calm and phlegmatic, which complemented each other.

And so we lived. I was lucky to find a job right away, which irritated Lena's active nature. Despite her talents, which were much greater than mine, she persistently wasn't hired, citing various insignificant reasons. Unfortunately, our society hasn't yet matured enough to accept women as equals to men.

One day, I caught some viral illness. Actually, I have robust health by nature, but when I get sick, it's long and painful. That's what happened now. The trouble was, I had a project burning, and a presentation was coming up soon that could take things to a new level. Then Lena offered to temporarily replace me.

I know it sounds crazy, but given our similarity, it could work. After feigning hesitation, I agreed.

— Lyoshka, I love you!" — her reaction amazed me. Lena jumped on my neck and kissed me for a long, long time.

— You'd better go and prepare," I said to Lena, barely peeling her off me.

I didn't expect 100% resemblance, but the result still amazed me. If you didn't know the person closely, you might not recognize them. Without any regret, after cutting off her luxurious long hair and trimming the hairstyle a bit, she was quite ready to go out. And men's clothes looked good on her too.

We had to test it, so after long arguments, we decided to go somewhere. One problem arose here. Lena herself wouldn't go, and together we would look extremely interesting.

— Let's dress you up as a girl. If I look like you, then you should look like me," she suggested.

An ironclad argument. I doubted, but still agreed. I couldn't let her go out alone.

The process of my transformation took more time. After all, women spend longer on themselves than men and have developed many conventions, the express method of which I had to learn now. In the end, we were only planning to go out for a short while.

Unexpectedly, none of the neighbors or the grandmothers on the bench noticed our change. Encouraged, we returned home. Even if they noticed the substitution at work, it would be few. Most wouldn't care at all, as long as the work got done and money was brought to the company.

To say I was nervous, and also very sick, is an understatement.

— Darling, I'm home." Lena was glowing with happiness.

— They listened to me, asked questions, and even agreed sometimes. It was so cool. And they even invited me for an internship at their company. The director said 'yes,' so starting tomorrow, I'm doing other, more interesting work. Not like your dreary projects. Can you imagine, they saw potential in me. I'm so happy!

— Stop, hold your horses. Where are you going?

— Silly, to our investors to oversee the project. Yours, by the way.

— And me?" I asked, feeling the stupidity of my own question.

— And you will get better.

Arguing was useless. Any move against it, and I'd be thrown out of the company immediately. The second day of waiting was not easy but brought its own surprises. Lena didn't stay long at work. She asked the boss to leave early, citing that his wife was sick and needed to go to the doctor.

— I'm the wife?" I was indignant.

— Come on, dear, it's nothing serious. You'll get better, then you can help me somehow." I had nothing to say to that.

There was nothing to object to, so I agreed, although some doubts gnawed at me. We went through the hospital quickly. The cause turned out to be simple and banal, but no less dangerous for it—classic flu with symptoms of mild bronchitis. The doctor noted that a little more and I would have had to be hospitalized, but I made it in time and could be limited to injections.

After the hospital was the pharmacy, from which we brought out a whole bag of medicines. I sighed painfully, to which Lena remarked that most of it was vitamins.

— That seems like a lot of vitamins," I doubted.

— When you get better, then you can argue with me, but for now, take your vitamins. It doesn't hurt," my wife declared categorically.

A week passed unnoticed. In the morning, taking medicine, cooking, cleaning. In the evening, meeting my breadwinner, more medicine, injections. An evening movie session and sleep. Lena had to get up early and couldn't afford to sleep in. Nevertheless, she glowed with happiness from the very fact of working.

There was also an unpleasant moment for me. For secrecy, I had to walk around all day in women's clothes. The neighbors aren't asleep, and if Alexey leaves the house twice a day and comes back the same way, there will be gossip we don't need at all. So began my "female" life. It turned out to be difficult. I never thought there was so much to do on the female side at home. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry took up all my free time, although they provided some moral satisfaction. By the end of the week, I understood Lena perfectly and her desire to work.

She also got used to her role. Now, to not lose concentration, she called me Lena herself and addressed me accordingly. I called her Alexey and soon got used to it too. Changes also occurred in behavior. She completely stopped wearing makeup, even gave up lipstick. But I had to do a full makeup every day, and I must say, I was getting better and better at it. She cut her hair short, like mine used to be. I had to grow mine out and use a bunch of special shampoos for that. Now I always smelled of perfume, shampoo, or creams.

Coming home, she demanded my attention, as if I were the wife, not her, although in fact, that's what had become. I hated this terribly. Outwardly harmless, the idea hit my self-esteem more and more, dissolving it in female trifles.

On Saturday, I was waiting for her from work. There was a lot of project work, so they used all possible options, including weekends. Habitually opening the door to my now beloved, I was stunned. She came with my friend Oleg from work. He was quite the stud. How many lewd stories about his exploits I had heard from him.

Ignoring the guest, she came up to me, hugged me, and kissed me with her tongue. All this in front of my comrade. I didn't know where to look. At least I had makeup on, hiding most of my shame.

Breaking away from me, she called my comrade to the TV, which I usually did myself, and told me to put dinner on the table. Until now, I thought everything would be resolved easily and my absence wouldn't be noticed, but not at such a cost. Right now, I couldn't do anything, so I decided to say nothing. He'll leave, then we'll talk. How surprised I was when she suggested he stay over on Sunday.

Mechanically clearing the plates from the table, I felt Lena approaching. She gently hugged me from behind and pressed against me. Something was off. Suddenly it dawned on me. She had an erect member between her legs, and it was poking me in the butt. Clearly, it was a strap-on, but that didn't make it any easier. She wriggled, arranging her monster more comfortably between my legs.

— Lena, don't." I tried to do something to free myself but only got stuck deeper in her embrace.

— I love you," she said and started kissing my neck with pleasantly tickling movements.

I was already tired from today, and the alcohol too, so I had no strength to resist. Begging her not to continue, I tried to get out, but the kisses became longer and deeper, sucking me more and more into the whirlpool of passion. I caught myself acting completely like a woman, but that only turned me on.

Seeing the resistance broken, my husband—for that's who he was now—pulled me to the bed. This was a first for me. I completely lost control of myself and, at the same time, wanted it to continue. I only came to when a foreign object started poking into my butt. I tried to free myself, making various movements, but only sped up the result. The strap-on entered me, first a little, then more and more. It was insanely painful, but I couldn't do anything and just endured the pain. Lena, in the role of my husband, wasn't rushing. She hovered over me, finally subjugating me. I was ready to kill her and kiss her passionately at the same time.

— Sweetie, my sweet, my beloved, you want me, don't you?" She started moving inside me. Oh, that amazing feeling of fullness. Unexpectedly for myself, I arched to meet him, impaling myself on my beloved's beautiful, large member. I don't know how long I rode him; I was brought back to my senses by a deep feeling of an approaching orgasm. A very unusual orgasm. I convulsed on his device in incredibly pleasant spasms. Despite the humiliation of my position, I liked this experience. I even wanted more. I turned to the wall and cried; I was losing more and more of the man in me. My mascara ran, but I didn't care. I had become a woman.

Lena's "member" finished right inside me at that moment. At my questioning look—I couldn't speak at that moment—Lena merely said that I had become her full-fledged wife. For some reason, that phrase didn't evoke rejection in me, only satisfaction. Pulling myself up to his neck with my hands, I lightly kissed his lips.

I didn't know how to feel about this. I'm a man, but to be honest, I was now performing purely female functions, up to and including sex. My "husband" had just fucked me, and I liked it. He himself was also lying next to me, not saying a word. He understood I needed to think now.

It was already late, so I made the bed and went to sleep. Today had been too long a day. He also snuggled up behind me and hugged me, without removing his device. And so we fell asleep.

The days of the new week stretched on. Our relationship changed imperceptibly but significantly. Alexey came home from work tired. I met him, fed him, and did everything he wanted. And the address was only as a woman, which had already become a habit. He wanted a lot of sex, so I was ready every day. Sometimes he came with friends from work and, leaving them by the TV, came to me. Fucked me, and I got really turned on, knowing that behind the wall were those who still knew me as a man. It was so arousing that I couldn't hold back and moaned loudly.

Now he attacked a clean and well-prepared ass. I tried to be desirable every day. Yes, I liked it, and after the second time, it only evoked pure desire.

There was another moment that frightened me. He really loved it when I sucked his acquired organ. When the moment of truth came, he could finish. Lyosha said it was just simple milk, but after it, I got very aroused. I wanted more. Sometimes I forced him to enter me by force. In my mind, I knew it was wrong, and with each time, I was moving further away from being a man. Already now, I was on the edge. I didn't particularly want to go back. Even ordinary household chores acquired some kind of invisible halo of pleasure. After all, I knew my dear would come and he would feel good.

By the end of the week, another revealing incident occurred. We were lying down after incredible sex. I came about twice. Running my hair through his hands, Alexey suddenly asked if I wanted to dye my hair a different color. We were both light brown-haired.

— Don't you like this one?" I asked.

— Remember how you once wanted to become a fiery brunette?

— You want to see me as a brunette?" I remembered that conversation. I had really pestered Lena back then to dye her hair, but it never happened. Now the conversation had returned, but to me.

— Yes, I do, darling. I already told you that." He closed my mouth with a kiss while I tried to object to something. Realizing they wouldn't listen to me, I returned the kiss. It was too pleasant not to take advantage of the moment.

— Well, that settles it," I thought doomedly, accepting his kiss.

After dyeing, our hair would be completely different colors, and switching back, just like that, wouldn't be possible. Lyosha, by some magical means, sucked any resistance out of me. In his hands, I was like a doll and couldn't do anything about it. Maybe it's love?

Another incident happened on Friday of the following week. Hooray, we finally finished the project. In connection with this, Alexey decided to throw a party and invited many colleagues, now his friends. I had to play my usual role of a good hostess.

By the way, I was right about the brunette. It suited me very well. I think it would have suited Lena too, but now she's the man in the family. Besides that, we did a bob haircut with bangs. Very nice indeed. At least, the neighbor ladies praise it. This distanced me from my masculine origins but gave me the opportunity to hide myself for now. At any rate, I hadn't yet lost hope of returning to the camp of men, although the desire was already gone.

At first, I took this idea extremely negatively.

— Do you want to expose us all?" I yelled at Alexey. In my time as a guy, I would never have allowed myself such a thing, but as a girl, easily. He, poor thing, even got embarrassed and started making excuses. Looking at this situation from the outside, I don't know what to think. Are all men really so slow and weak?

— Lenochka, darling, come on, I've already invited everyone. How will they look at me if I cancel everything?" I let him justify himself, strengthening my influence over him. After all, there's too much power in female weakness to ignore it. Of course, I agreed with him. I'm becoming a real bitch.

— Darling, of course, invite them. I'm always happy to have guests. Just help me. By the way, I'm sick, remember. Your guests know about that." I watched with surprise as many of Lena's character traits emerged in me.

— Well, you've become quite the bitch. I'm already afraid of you, and what will happen next," said my Lyosha with a light, understanding smile.

— Of course, I'll help, sweetie." He kissed me, I responded. An hour later, coming out of the shower, we started getting ready.

There should be only one hostess in the kitchen, but not in our case. I wasn't going to give up my now favorite room to him, but I also wanted to gain experience. The difference in personalities played its role, and we managed to agree. In general, we were ready for the guests, even the most demanding ones.

— You are the most beautiful," he couldn't resist and whispered in my ear. I smiled and blew him an air kiss. There was absolutely no time to fix my makeup again.

I also heard a lot about myself. It turns out I look very good, according to my new girlfriends, and Alexey is very lucky to have a girl like me. Well, that's