I had just bought each of us some new jeans, but his were one size too small. I was going to use them to finish off Jody's "treatment," when I made a mistake. After my shower, I put on his new jeans by mistake.
They fit me perfectly, and I thought they were rather comfortable. What do you know, we were going to be the same size! I knew, however, that if I tried to use them now, I'd change my husband into a clone of myself. It hadn't occurred to me before then that I could actually turn my husband into a woman, and I found the idea quite hot.
Then I realized that I could simply use my new jeans, still unworn, to finish him off. It might change his figure a bit, but I was getting a little curious about how it would work. I knew I couldn't change him into a woman without having to explain matters, but I was getting really good at using the Medallion, and had a brilliant idea.
I dug out our box of old clothes from the attic, and made a mess looking for it, but I finally found it: Jody's jockstrap from his stint on our high school wrestling team. When I changed him that night, I used my new pants and his jockstrap, and waited for the changes to finish before I woke him up.
I woke him up the most fun way I could imagine, giving him a blow job. The sex was awesome, and he never seemed to notice that his waist had shrunk a bit more and that his hips hadn't. I was delighted with Jody's soft, plump, feminine rear, and he just never caught on.
That's when I realized that I was attracted to women. I thought about his lovely new rear and his sexy new voice. I realized that I'd slowly sculpted his face to make his features soft and androgynous. I still don't know what he thought about not having to shave his face anymore. He never was a hairy guy. His beard had always been sparse, and he had no chest hair or stomach hair. After his treatments, he didn't have any facial hair either!
Jody never suspected anything. He completely believed that his new facial features were what was already hiding under the layers of blubber, and that his voice was a result of being so sick. He didn't even notice his feminine legs!
Life was wonderful for two full years after that. Every time we made love was better than the time before, and we were often going at it twice a day. I'm sure that the jockstrap had a little to do with that - my 29 year-old husband had the penis of a seventeen year old.
