There it was. He, Jon Gibson, for all intents and purposes still thinking of himself as a teenage boy, was now remembering his husband and "trying for kids" with him. That was... a lot.
In this new life Jon knew that the woman he became spent at least the last 14 years with him. That's almost as much as Jon was around, in total. He also never was in a romantic relationship before. And not only that was no longer up to date but also... the was now the wife of a relationship. Whether he wanted or not, it now seemed that he had a husband. Husband who in all likelihood will want to be intimate with him. That prospect scared the living crap out of the young man inside this milf body. But also... it was a fuel for his masochistic fantasy.
Jon was hesitant to reach into the bank of his new memories to get information on David, his husband. He didn't want to spoil the element of surprise and discovery for after he comes back home.
But he was growing exited. It wasn't just his heartbeat. He felt warmth and gentle throbbing in between his legs. He was getting turned on by the prospect of putting himself in as much of an uncomfortable situation as possible.
"Ok, maybe a little peak." he whispered as he tried to 'remember' how tall David was.
5'7''?
The memory carried uncertainty with it. Maybe the woman he became didn't remember the her husband's precise height? Still, even if he was around 5'7'' that gave him half a foot over Jon's new 5'1'' frame. Jon tried to remember, remember from his real life, the last time he interacted with someone six inches taller than himself. He couldn't. at 5'11 he was tall-ish for a guy and the tallest people in his school must have been like 6'4''-6'5'' max. They still felt like giants to him.
His hand went down between his legs. It was warm, and damp and the touch felt good - like gently rubbing against the head of his penis used to feel.
"I wish..." he started stuttering slightly. He was hesitant to ask for this, but he was craving this experience to be overwhelming. "I wish my husband David was..."
5'11''? His original height? Or maybe 6'1'' - making it exactly a foot difference between the husband and wife?
"I wish my husband David was 6'6'' tall." He spewed out, his voice a ball of nerves. The hand between his legs felt so good. He felt so hot. He needed to make it even worse. "I wish he really got off size differences between him and his wife... and I wish he liked to really rub it in..." A quiet moan escaped Jon's lips. "... even though he knows his wife finds it a bit much."
He felt the rock grow warm and he knew that his words have now become his future life. There was no way out. The wishes were irreversible.
What was it going to be like? His husband rubbing in their size difference... Would he get patted on his head patronisingly? Would David enjoy standing close to make Jon's neck hurt from craning his head up? The uncertainty of it was also hot. And scary.
Jon pulled his hand out of his crotch. It smelled of female arousal in there.
Looking in the mirror once again, at this unfamiliar woman he wondered whether he really wanted to do this. Whether he wanted to wish things he would regret later.
But unfortunately he was so turned on now that it wasn't so much about what he really wanted. There was an itch, and he needed to scratch it.
"What's my name?" He tried recalling.
Sue
