Jon ran down the stairs; the boobs bouncing, the hips swaying, the heels clicking! And Jon was mastering it, like he'd been a woman for 55 years for real, since, in reality, he's been one for five minutes. Without tripping, he ran to the kitchen and to the oven, turning it off, opening it, and with kitchen gloves, taking the meatloaf out of there before it burned.
He then heard the sound of the big new truck his husband had gotten for work, then the keys, then the door opening, some steps, then, the most masculine and attractive voice he'd ever heard in his life, or was it the wish speaking?
"Hey, Denise..." Jon's husband spoke, apparently, Jon's new name was Denise now, and he, or rather, she, remembered her husband's name like she's known him for 40 years.
"Hank..." Denise smiled, her saggy breasts, got perked up, and her moist panties got even more moist. She clicked-clacked towards him into an embrace, squishing her tits on his chest, even if he was taller than her, she could almost reach his height with those killer high heels. Denise kissed her husband deeply...
"I made meatloaf!" She said, with their mouths still really closed, she enjoyed her husband's big arms and hands holding her waist, he made her feel like a queen.
"Oh, my two favorite meals in one day, amazing! Truly amazing!" Hank said, still holding Denise, although reaching her ass with one of his hands and squeezing it.
"Gosh, you're such a pig!" Denise playfully scoffed, knowing what he meant by 'his two favorite meals', she liked it though, as well as she liked acting like the rude housewife for Hank. She almost forgot that she wasn't Denise just a few minutes ago, she used to be way younger, and way more male, but she left that life to become Denise, and she thought she was perfect for it.
