I was sitting in Legendary Pete's with the gang when I of all things I started thinking about the seashell on Doug's desk.
I often looked at the painted seashell sitting on Doug's desk when I was at work. It was a fist sized conch shell with a sunset landscape painted on it along with the word ARUBA. It of course was the shell my husband and I had bought on our fateful trip to Aruba three months ago. I remember going through the kitsch filled gift shops with Roger looking for the souvenir shell I had promised to bring back for Doug. Roger and I had been holding hands and laughing, enjoying the beautiful beach vistas and each other's company.
Two days later he got zapped.
For the three months since then my husband's head has sat atop the genetically cloned body of a muscle bound black woman. It's been hard for us to cope with. It is surreal to see his face, hear his voice, hold me in his big strong arms, but then have him kiss me and feel his bosom pressing into mine. He has a highly masculinized female body, but it's undoubtedly still very female. Since the DNA of Roger's body (and all other men in Aruba that day) was programmed to have large muscles and low body fat, Roger really didn't have to DO much to maintain his physique. It was frustrating in a way to spend hours at the gym and watch what I eat to see almost no results while Roger could do whatever he wanted and still look mostly the same.
None of his old clothes fit him of course on his new taller and more muscular body. (Not to mention his wider hips and female breasts.) He bought male clothes after only BRIEFLY considering switching to female. He wore male clothing on his female body even though they didn't fit quite right on his new curves. He has a few suits now that fit him ok though, and when he is in them with his shirt collar covering up to the separation line of his skin colors he could be mistaken for almost normal. The only thing giving him away as modded when he's wearing the suit are the swell of his breasts and the fact his hands are a different skin color. Otherwise he looks like a muscular man.
Todd, Doug, Rachel, and Mike have all been supportive and understanding towards me. We still go to Legendary Pete's each Friday just as we have today, only instead of talking about someone else's transformations now, we were either talking about our own or those of our immediate family. In the three months' time I have been talking about Roger and I getting along with his new mostly female form, the rest of the gang has been dealing with "stuff" as well.
Doug's ex-wife who got caught in the Three Rivers casino attack got served divorce papers. Her new husband couldn't handle being with a woman with three penises apparently. Being under a lot of stress, his ex-wife asked him if their daughters could live with him. Doug's daughters, Kara and Dianna were identical twin girls. They were 18, but they were just starting college and had no place of their own. Doug's place was closer to the college anyway. Like their mother, they had been at Three Rivers and got modded to have male genitalia along with penises for nipples.
Mike's wife Trinity was still hopelessly in lust with herself. The time they did spend together, he got the feeling that they were just friends now. He was becoming downtrodden by being in love with someone who was almost physically incapable of feeling romantic love back to him.
Todd's wife also got nailed with a mod while at a winery with her friends about a month ago. She, her friends, and everyone else at the winery grew an overly large and permanently erect penis. When sitting in a chair her new always hard dick runs between her breasts, with the head poking out from her cleavage! There had been a discussion a few weeks back about how the infamous five member operating off and on again in our area sure did like penises, a LOT of the mods have involved them. We all had an idea about which particular member of the five it was poking at the people in our area with the horrid device they had devised.
Rachel confessed to the others about her own transformation from the Three Rivers attack way back when I had been in Aruba. She not only mentioned her three penises, but the fact her sexual preference had seemingly been altered. She did NOT confess that she had fucked me, thankfully. She has transitioned from dating losers to picking up women. Rachel was getting to be a decent player; she knew EXACTLY what women wanted of course.
Rachel started making hand gestures as she talked which snapped me out of my thought distractions. I tried to pick up where the conversation had drifted to while I wasn't paying attention. Rachel was still describing her date she had been on the previous night ..
