"Let's go out for dinner." Trisha looked over to Travis as he began putting some jeans on. Trisha noticed with some delight that though they were men's jeans they were nice and tight over her husband's beautiful ass.
"Sure where did you want to go?" Travis said as he hooked his bra on.
"I don't know, somewhere fancy. Maybe Italian?" Trisha watched her husband arranging his assets into their large cups.
"Sounds good, I could go for some pasta." Travis grabbed a t-shirt and threw it over his head, Trisha suppressed a giggle as it caught on Travis's front balcony.
"I'll go get ready, I'll take the first shower." Trisha went up to her husband and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
Travis stood there and watched his wife saunter out of the room naked. He couldn't believe his luck at finding a woman who treated him like a man. Most people thought he was a woman from behind, yet she had always been appreciative of his severely discordant body.
Travis let out a deep breath. He sure was glad that his wife accepted him as a man, sure he had womanly figure with his slight feminine waist and his big tits and ass. He was still a man and had never considered himself one. Travis looked at the mirror and watched the men's t-shirt he wore stretch tightly over his endowments and yet drape almost comically over his tight waist.
Travis walked downstairs to watch some TV while he waited for his wife to prepare.
In the bathroom Trisha grinned wickedly at her latest wish.
