Husband to wife Finale

 Watching him behave like a woman, makes me feel more like a man each day. So I with a heavy heart cut my nice long hair into very short manly style. I even stopped using any makeup but instead gave it to him with minor instructions and links to YouTube videos. Our life had become a well oiled machine now. I would wake up to a morning coffee prepared by him as he would wake up an hour early. He would prepare breakfast and lunch box for he before heating up water for my bath. Then prepare the coffee and wait for me to wake up. Then after I drank the coffee and took the bath, he would serve me with the breakfast on the table. After I left for office, he would start cleaning the house, washing the utensils, ordering the groceries online and watching the videos on dressing up and makeup. I could even see him on the CCTV watching female soap operas, probably trying to learn how ideal married woman did things for their husbands. Then she would prepare dinner, dress up in a saree and wait for me to arrive. I would come home, kiss him on the lips, compliment him on his beauty and tell him to serve the dinner. She would watch me eat and bring me anything I ask for. Then she would eat her dinner in my used plate as she told me it shows love between husband and wife. Then I would sit and watch news or sports on the TV while she washed the utensils and change into a nightie. She would wait for me in the bed in anticipation. I would lazily take off my clothes and unleash the beast on his ass. 

   

This new romance in our life prompted me to make everything official. I applied for a government name and sex change application and then got all our identity cards modified with the new names and sex. There was only one more thing to do. I took him to a temple for a private ceremony where we remarried but this time with me as a husband and him as a wife. He had been renamed to Manasvini which in Sanskrit literally meant a virtuous wife, for that is what he had become now. I on the other hand named myself Nishikant which means husband of night. I wanted even our names to signify our way of future existence for Manasvini. She showed no problems with this new reality as she already was living the life of a woman and a wife. The big change was simply that now she was wearing a toe ring, Sindoor and a Mangal sutra to make it publicly clear to all. The first night of our marriage I treated my wife to her last and biggest fucking in her ass. I had ordered a dildo triple sized than the previous one for the this special occasion. 

Why did I call it her last ass fuck was simply because as a marriage gift to her, I had booked a special appointment with a specialist doctor. No more would Manasvini suffer for a lack of vagina or a useless appendage between her legs. We both went to the hospital where both our sexual organs were exchanged. I was getting a large dick of my own to become a complete man while she got my uterus and her cock was transformed into a vagina. Yet this was unlike a usual sex change operation for her, while she was healing she underwent another special procedure. I got my last eggs fertilized with a random sperm donors contribution and got a test tube baby which was then transferred into Manasvini's new uterus. This was my surprise for her before taking of our honeymoon. She would not only be a complete woman but would also enjoy the joys of pregnancy and becoming a mother. It has been a few years now. Manasvini delivered two healthy looking twin girls. She has been a great mother to the two of them as well as a perfect wife. I have quadrupled our business and it has become one of the biggest in the city. Prerna has started her own beauty parlor business while Deepali is now a happily married woman with her own kids. All ended well because I caught my cheating husband and decided that she deserved to become my housewife. This is best way that a being cheated story can turn into a happily ever after story for any couple.       

Husband to wife Part 4

 Soon watching him in only bangles or anklets was not enough for me. I told him it felt odd seeing a long haired and big boobed person wearing shirt and pant like a man but bangles and anklets like a woman. So I altered all his pants to fit me instead and gave him my petticoats to wear instead. That is same that was done to his shirts as they were replaced by blouses that were modified to fit him perfectly. It was fun watching him wear blouses with deep neck that showed off his cleavage each morning. I told him to how his cleavage so much bigger than mine all the time. Then on our anniversary I gave him a simple gold chain and earrings to wear. That was the day he asked me to give him a saree to wear as he felt very exposed walking around the house in a blouse. I could not deny his request as he could asked for a shirt but instead choose to wear a feminine fabric willingly. I treated the half sarees I gave him to wear as a reward for good behavior. I promised him if he continued to behave I might think of giving him more freedom in the house and outside. 

Watching the once proud man prancing around the house in a half saree like a young girl reminded me of my childhood when my parents were teaching me to be a good girl and learn to be a good wife. I began to do the same with him. I taught him to braid his hair every morning and gave him fresh flowers to keep in them. I gave him a packet of small Bindi and told him he had to wear one at all times as it was important and compulsory for all woman to have one. He listened to all and did everything he was told to do with a smile. I think he was trying to behave his best to avoid what happened to him in the night. If I was in a good mood I would leave him alone. If I was angry at him or in a bad mood from office out came the dildo. He may look like a woman in every way but his body was not. Male ass unlike the female vagina is not designed to take in the big and hard things in so easily. Even now sex feels so forced on him and he cries every time after. I feel like he wants to run away but he no longer feels he could survive on his own with the way he looks. Hence he keeps trying to evolve himself to survive with what little he has left. 

Husband to wife Part 3

We let him have two more weeks of wearing his bra and even the panties as I already threw out his old underwear stating no space in the drawers for both. Then Prerna feinted to suddenly catch him with a bra, she complimented that it was nicer than one she wore. She told him why is he wearing only a bra to which he replied that he was wearing the panties too. She laughed and told she was actually talking about wearing a camisole especially under his shirt to hide the outline of the bra. She then called him a woman for wearing both bra and panties. She said she could understand the bra as he was having issues of large breasts but willingly wearing a panty just made him a woman who was wearing male clothes on the outside. He could not tell him about me, as to her he was not married yet, so he lied that he liked to buy a set. She asked him it was not a set unless he was wearing the outfits to match the innerwear. She told him he must also wear a blouse and a skirt to match completely. Then she laughed and touched him flirtatiously and suggested may be he should try one of her skirts. So for the first time ever she was the one who locked the door to his office from the inside. She took out a skirt from her bag and asked him to wear it. When he started to wear it she told him to take his pants off first, there was nothing that she had not seen before. He took down his pants and she finally saw due to the tight panties how small his wiener had become. She took it in her hands and commented on it. I remember it to be bigger this looks like a grape compared to the lemon I knew. Are you really a man or are you a woman. 

That question shocked him to the core, he could not stop thinking about it even after getting home. As he served me dinner he asked me if I still consider him a man. I told him I would answer it in the night. At night in the bedroom I got naked and took his thing gently in my hands and told him is it hard or large enough to satisfy a woman or even get in. Then I took a scarf tied his hands together and tied them to the headboard. Then from my wardrobe I took out the foriegn order I had recieved last week. A wearable large dildo, I could see the horror in his eyes. He tried to get out of the bondage but was unable to move out of it. He could not even scream as I reminded it would bring people over to our house where they will find him with large B cup breasts, a negligible cock and screaming to protect himself from getting penetrated by his wife. He would be the joke of the world and they may even bring phone cameras and record it all. So I sat on top of him put my new cock on his face and began to play with his breasts. He had not played with them himself to realize the ecstasy it brings and all this new joy was messing with his mind. His body would not register why it liked the feeling of being in the situation even when it was so ashamed with the large cock near his mouth. Then I put his feminization cream all over it for personal fun and getting lubrication. It was a massacre, I watched him suffer pain and tears pouring out. He even tried to scream but immense pain and defeat did not allow him to be loud enough to be heard. I gave him a bit of break before penetrating him again and again through the whole night. By morning he was no longer able to sit let alone think of going to office. So he laid in the bed resting the whole day while I went to my office for the first time in years.

When I came back, I asked him if he thought himself as a man or a woman. I had already taken out the dildo so he was meek like a pet mouse, so he answered he was a woman. So I gave him a dozen bangles to wear in each hand and anklets with bells to wear on his feet. They would remind him of his new position in the household. I also informed him, I had taken over the office and he can stay at home managing the house while I will manage the offices since today. He listened to everything quietly and simply nodded his head in acceptance. I had been able to move him away from his past but it also meant Prerna and Deepali were no longer an active part of the revenge saga. He was my husband and my permanent problem. I needed them to move on to find better men in life.