I got the call on my office phone around 3pm on a Tuesday. It was my wife. She said someone had noticed she had a P rash on the back of her neck! She had gone to the bathroom and confirmed in the mirror that she really had one!
I was in such shock I didn't say anything.
"Tom! Are you listening? I have a P rash!!!!"
While I was still scared and rattled I did my best to calm her down.
"It's ok honey, we'll get through this. I'll be here for you no matter what happens".
"For fuck's sake Tom! I could turn into a dog, or grow a horse penis, or become covered in nipples! How can you say it'll be okay?!"
"Because no matter what happens I KNOW I will always love you."
I had no chance of calming her down over the phone. I told her to head for home, and I would leave early to meet her there.
She was a wreck, as expected. But I did my husbandly duty all night long to try to comfort her.
I decided I needed to keep a journal and take daily pictures of her transformation. I didn't plan on sharing it with anyone; it was for my own sanity's sake. I wanted to clearly remember this time; I knew it would define the rest of our lives.
I will start the journal as soon as we notice any changes.
Author's Note: I will continue this story through the "finale" of the narrator's own wife transforming, but you are more than free to add your own "conclusion" here. I specifically broke all the episodes up at key times in case you want a different path at any of the turns, this is fiction branches after all! :-)
