My wife Wanda and I knew the craziness we had been witnessing on the news would not stay away from our small Florida town forever, especially when we found out we had gone to the same high school as one of the Infamous Five. The hometown my wife and I shared with that criminal deviant was not even 50 miles from our current home. At least we hadn't been in the same class as the sick little bastard; Wanda and I were two years above him, so when we were seniors he still had been a sophomore. In fact, I only specifically recall seeing him once, when one of my buddies had pushed him into a locker rather hard for "gawking" at his girlfriend. He had been an awkward little spaz back then, and now that he had access to untold dangerous technology, he must be almost literally an angry little monster. My hometown feared he would one day return there, perhaps seeking "vengeance" against perceived wrongdoings. Even 50 miles away we didn't feel safe, but then again nowhere was safe anymore.
In spite of all this, we were still very surprised when my wife first found her P-rash, not only because I didn't have one, but no one else in town had reported one either. We also hadn't gone anywhere recently. One of the sick fucks had come through town and targeted my wife specifically. Or maybe she had just been unlucky.
In any case the fact she was an isolated target was extremely bad news because it meant my wife was probably one of their little "experiments". I had read somewhere before that the Infamous Five did this quite often. When they came up with some sick new transformation they would first try it out on just a person or two. Even their first multiple breast change had been tried out on just a couple girls before they hit the whole campus. Maybe it was the sick little shit we had gone to the same high school with, maybe not. At this point it didn't matter. One of the Infamous Five was using my wife as a guinea pig, using her body to try out some "new code" to see what would happen before they tried it out on a larger group!
They say the first couple days after finding a P-Rash are the worst, knowing something would happen to you, but having no idea what it would be. Some changes have been as simple as giving women in a small town in Connecticut incredibly elastic vaginas or even a case where a few guys in Wyoming got over sized feminine nipples. Seriously, they got hit by the Infamous Five and all they got were big womanly nipples and aureola you'd normally only see on a fat woman with huge tits! They didn't even get the female boobs like some guys did, just the nipples. On the other end of the scale of course, people have been turned into things . unearthly and unspeakable.
As I held my wife in my arms trying to comfort her sobs, I couldn't help but look down at her beautiful body and wonder what she would become. Whatever it was, odds were she would NOT have the beautiful body I had fallen in love with all the way back in high school. My wife was gorgeous; I had thought so ever since I first sat across from her in sophomore English back in high school. It took me three months to work up the courage just to ask her out on a date. She was about 5 foot 6, with long natural blonde hair. She had the fair creamy skin of a redheaded woman she had picked up from her mother's side. Her nose was slender, her cheeks were ever so slightly rosy and her eyes were bluish grey. She had decent C cup breasts that had the delightful teardrop shape with puffy pink nipples most men dream of finding. She wasn't skinny, but she was still slender with the hint of an athletic build that had faded only ever so gradually since we got married a couple years ago. She had been on the track team in high school, and still worked out when she could but given her job hadn't been as often as in the past.
My wife was pretty much inconsolable for the first day after she found the rash. Understandably, she was an emotional wreck as she struggled to accept her awful fate not even knowing fully what that fate was. Using the new PVLA (Programming Victim's Leave Act) my wife took a leave of absence from her job at a local law office where she was a legal secretary. She decided she would hide out in the house and await her fate.
I secretly hoped Wanda would just get an extra set of boobs like those original victims had. However, that seemed unlikely as the DNA warping terrorists had "moved on" to bigger and more diverse things since then.
Less than 48 hours into her PVLA leave I heard my wife in the bathroom crying yet again one morning. Opening up the door to try to console her again I immediately saw this time it was different. Several bald batches were evident on her head, and as she ran her fingers through her wet hair some more came out in her hands.
I remember her wet beautiful eyes looking up at me in shock and fear as she said to me while crouching the bathroom floor, "Oh Frank, Jesus my hair is falling out. I'm I'm going bald!"
Over the next two days my wife's beautiful blonde hair continued to drop out in clumps. Before long it was all gone, leaving her totally bald. Actually witnessing my wife's hair falling out and then seeing her bald head each day really hit home the fact that this was no longer some far off news story, this was getting all too real. My wife's very DNA had been rewritten. She was transforming into something new and unknown.
For a while we didn't notice anything beyond her baldness. If this was all that was going to happen, a simple wig would be enough to hide the reprogramming.
But of course, her changes did not stop there.
On night a couple days later as we were doing the common practice of inspecting her naked body for signs of changes we both noticed that her clit was swollen, which is a VERY bad sign from what I had read. It almost always meant the impending growth of a penis.
We were BOTH obviously upset over that unwelcome find, but as we looked at her nude body in the harsh bathroom lighting we saw that something else, something even more strange was going on. Her normally milky white skin was starting to look rather dark. However, she wasn't getting an African aka "black" skin tone though, because it wasn't brownish pigmentation forming on her skin but rather it just looked..darker. If it looked like any specific color, I would have had to say it would be green.
"My god Frank, what the hell am I becoming?" She asked me aloud as she looked over her odd new skin color.
Over the next couple days her clitoris continued to grow, until there could be no doubt that my wife was going to have a penis. I had initially still had hopes she would end up a hermaphrodite like the women in west Memphis, but as soon as her vagina started to shrink I knew she would ONLY have a penis. I was truly startled though by how fast her vagina withered out of existence. It just sealed up over a 48 hour period and then faded into nothingness. I never even got a chance to use it one last time. My wife's very womanhood was just suddenly gone and we were left knowing she would soon have a fully functional male cock. Never again would we be able to make love as man and wife. I had to accept that my wife would be male, FULLY male from now on. By the end of that week her enlarging clitoris/cock was already about four inches long and still growing. Her labia swelled and drooped around the smooth patch of skin in her groin that had once been her vagina as it slowly became a scrotum for what would eventually be her new testicles.
Then my wife suddenly stopped involving me in her daily "inspection" sessions, simply saying she didn't want me to see her like this. I was afraid she thought I was already preparing to leave her or something just because she wasn't a woman anymore. I had to admit I found her new body increasingly LESS attractive as her transformation went on, but I DID still have genuine love for my wife. With my access to her body now gone, the only way I knew she had actually transitioned into full manhood was when I clearly heard her pick the toilet seat UP to piss one day.
It was about this time my wife altogether stopped being "intimate" with me in any way. She was becoming increasingly withdrawn as her body slipped further away from what it had once been. Whenever I attempted to be intimate with her anyway she just pulled away. She was obviously ashamed of her new penis and her ever changing body and wanted to hide it from me. No matter how hard I tried to be a "good" husband and reassure her she just brushed me off. She mostly sobbed and sulked a lot.
I knew my wife was now male, but even with her body now always hidden beneath heavy clothes I knew the changes to it were far from over. My wife wasn't JUST becoming a man, she was becoming. . something else as well.
Her skin continued to darken, and it began to take on even more of a green hue. By the end of the month after she got her rash my wife had developed dark green skin that had a sheen like smoothness to it. Her eyes became yellowed, and had slits not unlike cat's eyes.
Next, I saw her ears began to expand and they took on a pointed tip. Her voice was also changing; it at first just began to crack sometimes when she spoke but before long it was as deep as a man's voice. Oh hell, I hate to admit it but it WAS and still is a man's voice. Even her face was changing, becoming less feminine and more masculine. It was not long before the very face of my wife was not something that I still recognized.
Lastly, her entire body actually began to shrink, going from 5 foot 6 to about 4 foot 6. But as she shrank though her arms, legs, and feet seemingly gained in width what they lost in length. My wife was becoming VERY muscular. Her pants quickly not only became too long for her shorter legs, but they also became too tight for her ever expanding muscles. She took to wearing only baggy sweatpants that could contain her new bulky and stocky legs. Her arms looked like they could curl a Buick LeSabre! I had no doubt my wife was far stronger than I was now, I had to try very hard to not piss her off.
My once beautiful and delicate wife was now a short muscular green creature with big pointed ears. Not an animal, but not a human anymore either. From the massive bulge in the front of her sweatpants she was also an extremely well-endowed MALE creature. If I had to say she looked like anything, it would be a goblin from mythology.
It had been a while since I had noticed any outward changes in my wife's body, and she confirmed the madness was finally over by just blurting it out one day over dinner. I had expected her to be somewhat relieved, but she mentioned the news she hadn't changed in a while like she was saying she had seen some unknown person's dog get run over. She was not only sad, but also withdrawn and disconnected from that sadness. She often discussed her changes almost like they weren't happening to HER; I assume it was one of her coping mechanisms. Maybe she had held out a desperate fool's hope that she would just keep on changing and changing until eventually she was a woman again. She was no doubt depressed at the sudden permanence of her new body. I imagine she thought there's no point in being happy her changes were done after she had already gone through such an extreme change. And with the transformation finished it brought finality to the fact she would be like she is now forever.
I had to try to cheer her up somehow. I looked right at the strange green creature I was married to sitting at the other side of the table and said, "Wanda, I..I don't know how to say this but, I'm happy you're done changing. I know it's probably hard to think about it right now, but it COULD have been worse. I also want you to know I still love you, and I hope you'll always be my wife."
She chuckled sarcastically at my attempts to console her, "Oh REALLY Frank? I'll always be your wife? Have you SEEN me lately? I'm NOT your wife I'm a fucking gremlin or something. I'm not even a person anymore. Shit .I'm not even female anymore! Frank, my pussy is long gone! How can I be your WIFE if I'm not even a woman? Whether you accept it or not I'm a man now. So technically I'm not really your wife anymore, I'm your husband. Or, wait, no, I take that back, I'm not a man I'm a male SOMETHING now. Ha, maybe I'm your pet!"
She was bitter and taking her frustrations out on me, but I still pressed on. "Wanda, you are not a creature. You are still my wife, no matter what those fuckers did to your body. I want to help you get through this."
She just made "tsk" sound and tersely replied, "Damnit, Frank, why are you even still with me? You can't possibly still be attracted to me. What will it take for you to realize I'm not ME anymore and run off like I know you're going to?"
"Wanda, please. I'm not going anywhere. We can get back to how things were between us, it'll just be a bit different now and.."
"For fuck's sake Frank, DIFFERENT? Do you have ANY idea how big my cock is?!? It makes yours look like a pinky finger! Do you really expect me to believe you're going to suck it for me or something? It probably won't even fit in your mouth! Do I have to take it out and lay it on the table for you to accept that I have it? Will you still want me then? Huh? You want me to spray your face with a load of my hot male semen?!? Hmm? Would you finally run away screaming from me then?"
I was a little startled by that rather blunt revelation, I had to admit. I actually was a bit worried that finally seeing her apparently enormous erm, cock would give me doubts about our relationship. But I tried not to show it and replied, "Wanda, I know this is hard, but it's over now, whatever your body is now is what it's going to be. We can't do anything about it. You are what you are and I..I will deal with whatever that is. We both will, together."
Wanda seemed surprised I hadn't actually run away screaming after she told me she had essentially a third leg tucked in her sweatpants. She looked right at me with her big yellow eyes and asked me with a deeply pleading tone, "Do you REALLY still love me Frank, even with me being what I am now?"
I answered "Yes" of course, but the truth was, deep down I thought she just might be right. How could we stay together with her being what she is now? I could maybe handle her having a dick but if she really has some enormous green schlong between her legs now, what would I even DO with it? I knew she was still my wife on the inside, but her outside was well beyond anything I had even imagined encountering prior to when those five bastards began fucking with the world.
But I know my wife was more than just her pretty body; she was and IS a person that I loved dearly. I wanted to be with her, but I didn't know if I COULD be with her. Not only were we the same gender now, but we were seemingly different species.
Her sad yellow eyes continued to stare at me so I added, "Wanda, I know your new body will be, well, a lot to deal with but you can't just give up on us like you have been. You have to at least give me a chance to accept the new you. Of COURSE I don't know how big your...um..cock is because you haven't even let me see you naked in over a month! We have to at least TRY to be intimate with each other. You have to at least give me a chance to accept your new body."
"No!" She yelled out in her disturbingly deep voice in-between sobs "I don't want you to see me like .THIS! I want you to remember me the way I was! I'm just a fucking freak now Frank, a disgusting freak!"
"Wanda, no, those sick bastards only changed your body, inside you are still YOU. No matter how big you dick is, or how deep your voice has gotten, or how big your muscles are now after everything inside you are the same WOMAN I married. You'll always be that woman, everything else is just physical. I mean it when I say I still love you and I want to try everything we can to make this work."
