The Change

This is the third part of a story that takes place in the "Tom & Mary" universe. While it's not needed, I do recommend reading both parts of "Tom & Mary."

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I must admit that what I'm going to tell you here is the weirdest fucking shit you'll ever read in your entire life. Hell, if I wasn't living it, I wouldn't believe it. Let me start from the beginning before it went all Twilight Zone on me and my wife.

My name is Alex Desmond and my wife is Kris. We've recently celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary. We met in college and, for the life of me, I still cannot figure out how I ended up with such a fucking hottie. We met with me literally running into her at the library. I turned a corner in the stacks and

WHAM

I hit her. Now you're probably thinking that I sent her flying, books tossed in the air, etc. Nope. I was the one who ended up on their ass like I had just hit a brick wall.

Y'see, Kris is extremely athletic. She was in college on a sports scholarship for volleyball at Northwestern. Whereas I was there on an academic scholarship. So all 5'8" of me ran into all 6'1" of her. Yep, she towered over me.

Now my first reaction was to curse out whomever I just ran into, but as I was about to make an ass out of myself, Kris held out her hand to help me up and asked if I was okay. I looked up and before me stood the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on in my entire life. As I said, she was 6'1," with long flowing black hair, dark bronze skin (from her mixed African American and Native American heritage), dark brown eyes, the fullest most plump lips I've ever seen, and a body to kill for. Muscular yet lean, with slightly bigger than average boobs. I found out later she's a 36DD.

As for me, I was your average white guy. 5'8," short blonde hair, blue eyes, in decent shape (I did exercise, but not like her!), and 2 day growth of beard on my face. The only thing not average on me is that my dick at just over 8." What I lacked in height, I made up in manhood at least. Unfortunately, at that time in my life, I didn't get much of a chance to share it with the ladies too much. Even after 3 years of college. Then I met Kris.

Anyway, as I sat on the floor looking like a fucking idiot while this drop dead gorgeous Amazon of a woman offered to help me up, all I could do is stutter out an apology. Once I was back on my feet, she tried to apologize, but I cut her off and said it was all my fault. After some nervous banter, I finally blurted out that I'd like to take her out to dinner to further apologize. At first she was unsure, but I said I wouldn't take no as an answer and she could pick the place. When I said that, she smiled mischievously and agreed. That smile shoulda clued me in right then and there, but I didn't even notice.

After giving me the address for a Cajun-Creole place, we set a time and date, as well as exchanging phone numbers, we then parted ways to get back to our schooling. I was definitely unable to focus the rest of the day, hell the rest of the week since the dinner date was in 3 days. Looking back at it, I knew I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. She, on the other hand, just thought I was adorable.

Fast forward to our dinner date. I showed up 20 minutes early and nervously stood outside waiting for her. There was no way I was going to be fucking late. As I waited out there in the freezing October weather, someone exited the restaurant and then stood next to me. I looked over and there stood the biggest black man I had ever seen. This guy shoulda been a defensive tackle for the Bears. His muscles had muscles on top of muscles.

Now I was even more nervous, but then I heard him chuckling before he said, "You Alex?"

All I could do is nod.

He held out his hand to shake mine and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm Kris' father, Carl, but you can call me Mr. Brown. So are you going to leave me hanging here or are you going to take my hand?"

I summoned all the strength I had and took his hand, watching it disappear in his massive hand.

Then a woman exited the restaurant and said, "Carl, stop scaring the boy!"

She then stepped around him and then I knew who she was, it was Kris' mother. Same eyes, same body, just older.

Carl said, "Sweetheart, I'm doing absolutely nothing to scare... Alex? Yeah, Alex."

She playfully smacked him on the shoulder and said to me, "Ignore him. I'm Sasha. I'm Kris' mother, it's very nice to meet you. And you can call him Carl like everybody else. He just likes to try to intimidate any boy who dates Kris."

My tongue finally worked its way loose and I said, "Yeah. He's doing a damn good job of it."

And that brought laughter from Carl. "Oh I like this one. Anyway, I need to get back in the kitchen. Kris is already here waiting for you." And with that he went back inside.

It was then it dawned on me, Kris invited me to the restaurant that her parents apparently owned. All I could do is laugh at that point.

Smiling softly, Sasha said, "Come on in. I'll show you where Kris is. I do hope you like spicy food."

Now I know Sasha was talking to me the entire time, but the moment I entered the restaurant my senses were hit with the most amazing smells I've ever encountered in my life and when I saw Kris, my heart skipped a beat. While she was dressed casually in a long sleeved sweater and jeans, they hugged her figure perfectly. By the time I got to the table all I remember is Sasha saying, "Now you two enjoy yourselves!"

I then looked at Kris and said, "Hi, I just met your parents." Smooth, I know.

She smiled and said, "Yeah, sorry about that, but I had to make sure you weren't some creep or something. I know daddy likes to play the big tough guy, but he's really a softie."

As I sat down I said, "Yeah, soft as a block of granite I bet. I've seen smaller buildings than him!"

That brought a genuine laugh and she said, "Well, he's a Navy vet. He did play some football while at the academy. I think defensive tackle."

I laughed and said, "I was thinking that he could be on the Bears as a DT as I stood out there talking to him."

And with that, all the ice was broken. For the next few hours we sat there and just got to know one another. The only interruption we got was when got our food, which was fucking incredible! She told me how her parents met and how they ended up settling in Chicago. I told her about my father abandoning my mother when I was a year old, leaving her to care for me and my older sister. The entire evening I kept staring into her eyes and I was falling deeper in love with her as the hours wore on.

Unfortunately, the evening had to end and we had to go our separate ways. I offered to take her home by calling a cab, but she informed me that her parents' house was only a couple of blocks away from the restaurant and she'd wait for them before going home. I was admittedly saddened by this, but I manned up and said, "Oh, ok. Then I guess I'll see you in the library some time?"

She softly smiled, kissed me lightly on the cheek, and said, "Yes, and we can plan our second date then. I'll be there tomorrow at 10:00 AM."

We said our goodbyes, I hailed a cab, and was on cloud 9 the whole time. When I hit the bed that night I thought to myself,

"I'm going to marry that girl."

And 2 years after our first date I did.

Now here we are 27 years later, with 3 kids (twin boys, John and Max, 22, and 1 girl, Joy, 24), living in the western burbs of Chicago. Kris got her education degree and eventually landed a job as a teacher and volleyball coach at a local high school. I got my accounting degree, eventually opening my own office. At this point in my life I'm contemplating early retirement while still maintaining ownership of the business, but Kris loves her job and prefers to wait. Our only disagreement at the moment.

The high school Kris works for ends its school year in May. Finals usually are done the Tuesday before Memorial Day, with the Friday before being her final day before Summer break. This year it worked out perfectly because her best friend was getting married (second marriage) on May 27th and Kris was the Matron of Honor, so we decided to make a vacation of it. We decided to stay at the hotel a couple of days before flying out for an Alaskan cruise and land tour.

To say the week or so leading up to the wedding was hectic would be an understatement, but everyone jumped into help. The one advantage of still having your adult kids living with you, I suppose. Joy covered for Kris for wedding prep, the twins and I handled packing, albeit with a Kris jumping in to pack her some of own stuff. By the time we headed for the hotel Friday night, we were both ready for the vacation! 19 days away. Just us. It had been a long time coming and we were very excited.

The day of the wedding, everything went off without a hitch. And Kris still makes my heart skip a beat whenever I see her dressed up. Fuck the bride, I was more interested in lusting after my wife as she stood there. Later that day, just after dinner had been served and the cake had been cut, Kris and I just sat there talking about the upcoming cruise and just life in general. By about 8:00 we both said out goodbyes and headed back to our room under the pretense of being tired. The reality of it was is that we were both incredibly horny. Even after 27 years of marriage, my wife turns me on like no other just as I still turn her on. Unlike most married couples, our sex life hasn't diminished all that much. And whenever we have a decent amount of alcohol, it just revs the motor.

By the time we got back to our room, we were nearly ripping our clothes off and jumping into bed. There wasn't going to be any foreplay that night. I just wanted my cock buried deep into her very wet pussy, just as much as she wanted it. She lifted her legs and spread them wide and I plowed on in. I knew her body very well. I knew what I could do to push her over the edge or to draw it out to make it last longer. That night it was just about animalistic need for us. We're used to having sex 3 or 4 times a week and the previous week we hadn't gotten a chance because of everything that was going on.

But now... now I was just fucking slamming into her pussy with her legs wrapped around me and her nails digging into my back. I brought her to orgasm quickly and quickened my pace to get another. The only sounds being uttered by either of us were just guttural noises, except when she came... then she screamed. The second time it happened someone started banging on the wall, but we ignored them.

As I was trying to get a third orgasm, I could feel that I was getting close and Kris could feel it too. She whispered in my ear to just let it go, to flood her pussy with my hot cum. In a matter of seconds of hearing that, I felt a tingling and then I let loose....

Then darkness.

Now don't let anyone tell you that people in a coma dream or know anything that's going on around them. It's all bullshit. When the darkness hit me and I slipped into my coma, I knew nothing. I didn't dream, I didn't hear anyone, not a damn thing. Anyone who tells you that they heard you talking to them when they were comatose, they're just trying to make you feel better. Trust me, it was absolute darkness.

Anyway, the first time I remember being aware of anything was when I heard strange beeping noises. I then heard undecipherable voices and then more darkness.

It took another 2 days before I started to awaken, albeit slowly. This time I recognized the people around me. I tried talking, but Joy hushed me. Then a doctor appeared and starting talking. I got only about half of what he was saying as I was still out of it, but I did catch the words "odd," "unprecedented," and "change." I thought I misheard, but before I could say anything my body betrayed me and I fell into a deep sleep once again. This time I dreamt.

My dreams were very, very strange to me at the time. I dreamt of dresses, make up, high heels, and stockings... Things that, in some weird way, felt natural to me. I awoke in a panic, wondering what the fuck was going on. Before I could say a word, Joy was at my side, with John & Max close behind her, all of them asking me if I was all right.

I held up my hand and I rasply said, "Yeah, I'm...

what the fuck?

What happened to my hand?!?!"

The hand I saw was not my hand, or rather not the hand I was used to seeing! This one was decidedly more feminine with long nails. And what happened to the hair on my knuckles?

Before I could say another word, Joy said, "Dad... DAD! Seriously, you need to listen. Something has happened to you and mom. The doctors are as confused as we are.... I know you're confused, too, but...."

As she talked I started to look down. Under the sheets I could see a body that I was not used to seeing. Like my hand, it was definitely feminine. I went to lift the sheet up, but John put his hand on me and said, "Dad, please, don't. Let the doctors talk with you first."

I nodded softly, but then I realized something...

I choked out, "John, your mom!!! Is she ok? Where is she???"

Max walked over to the curtain and said, "She's behind here, but... but... I can't." And he ran out of the room in tears.

I looked at my other two kids and was about to say something when we got interrupted by a large group of people rushing into the room. I was "swallowed" up by a bunch of lab coats all asking me questions at the same time. Finally a very loud, booming voice cut through the din and said, "Enough! All of you, back away NOW, give the patient some room to breathe!"

As everyone took a few steps back, I then saw the man with the voice. Obviously he was used to giving orders and being in charge. He stepped up to the bed and said, "Um, Mr. Desmond, I'm Dr. Henry Stephens. I apologize for my colleagues all gang rushing you like that, but everyone here is very interested in what has happened to you and your wife. You're quite the conundrum."

I asked, "What do you...? Wait... my voice. What happened to my voice? What's happened to me?!?"

"That's exactly what we're trying to figure out!"

Looking around the room, Dr. Stephens then said, "If you don't need to be here, get out. And right now, only family members and myself need to be here! When, and only when, you're needed, you'll be allowed back in. Last person out, close the damn door!"

I never saw a room empty so fast. And with that, it was just me, the doctor, my kids and my wife behind the curtain of mystery.

I looked at the doctor about to say something, but he stopped me. He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Desmond, by now you obviously know something has happened to both you and your wife. We are at a complete loss as to how this happened, we're not even sure if it can be reversed."

I guess the panic in my eyes urged him to continue very quickly.

"Now I can say that you and your wife are complete healthy in every way, so there's nothing to worry about that there."

I was waiting for the "but" to follow and it was a hell of a "but."

He continued, "BUT you and your wife have undergone some rather drastic changes." He took a deep breath and said, "To be perfectly blunt, you and your wife seem to have undergone a gender change."

My first reaction to that was to say, 'fuck you, doc," but I instead laughed. I laughed so hard I started to cry. And as I was laughing I could tell it wasn't my normal laugh. It was high pitched, girly. I then started to really cry.

Joy leaned down and hugged me. Telling me it's ok, we'll figure out, don't worry.

Once I collected myself, I took another long look at my body. I could then see my boobs. Big from what I could tell. I could see that my body was definitely smaller. I looked at my hands again, definitely a woman's.

I then said, "Give me a mirror!" They started to protest, but I yelled, "GIVE ME A GODDAMN MIRROR NOW!"

Obviously anticipating this, Joy opened the drawer in the dresser next to the bed and handed me a hand mirror. I slowly lifted it and looked at the face staring back at me. I hoped to see a man with a full beard, but instead I saw a woman with effervescent blue eyes, long blonde hair, very full lips, and dimples in my cheeks. I was a fucking knock out.

My shock was short lived though. I thought,

"if this happened to me, what about Kris...?"

I looked over at the curtain and then back at the doctor and said, "Let me see her."

He tried to dissuade me, but I screamed, "NOW!"

John walked over and pulled aside the curtain. And the person who laid in the bed was my wife and yet not my wife. In that bed was a man with short hair and some facial hair. I looked hard and could see Kris there, but it was difficult. The masculine body was more muscular than Kris, but still lean from what I could see, and her boobs were definitely not there.

I started crying again.

The next few hours were a blur. If I had a dozen tests, I probably had another dozen more on top of that. I lost track of all the people and all the questions. Thankfully, during that time, Kris started to stir. Like me, she came out of her coma, but wasn't fully awake. I was extremely relieved, as well as being scared shitless. How do we live like this now?

3 days later...

Both of us were fully awake now, but never alone long enough for it just to be the two of us so we could talk privately. By the end of the third day of being poked and prodded, we both had enough. I yelled at everyone to get out. They tried to complain, but I was having none of it. I started to get out of bed and they tried to stop me, but I shoved them aside.

"Get the fuck away from me! Leave us alone, you fuckers!!! Just leave us alone!!!"

I stood up warily, my balance was way off. Having these huge knockers was throwing me off, but I was able to get to the door and yelled, "OUT! NOW!"

They started to protest again, but I held up my hand said, "NO! OUT! NOW! MOVE THOSE ASSES!"

They all shuffled out with every attempted comment shut down with a withering glare. I slammed the door behind them. If I could've locked it, I would've. Instead I moved a chair in front of it. It wouldn't stop anyone, but it would slow them down a little bit.

When I turned around, Kris was sitting on the side of the bed. I rushed over to her as quickly as I could and hugged her. Both of us crying, saying "I love you," and just trying to ignore what was going on. I did realize that despite all the changes, she was still Kris, just manly now. She felt the same, smelled the same, kissed the same. I got in bed with her (I guess I should get used to saying "him" now) and we snuggled. Our safe space was always when we were in each others' arms.

The next thing we realized there was a hand gently waking us up. I opened my eyes and there were our children, smiling. We all knew then, no matter what we had to endure, we'll be just fine.

Unfortunately, it wasn't easy to endure with what had just happened to us. I lost track of all the tests they continued to run on us and the constant barrage of questions that were asked. Hell, they even had numerous supposed "experts" run a series of genetic tests on us. Nothing. They had no idea what happened. The only result they did get was that neither of us were capable of having children. I had no eggs and Kris had no sperm. We spent another 3 weeks in the hospital before we finally were able to be discharged "against doctor's orders." I'm still trying to figure out how no one in the media discovered what happened to us during that time, but somehow it never leaked out.

Once we finally got home, and after a very brief celebration, Kris and I just collapsed in bed together. Our children left us alone and we just laid there looking at one another. The woman I fell in love with may have been changed physically, but I could still see her in his eyes. And regardless of how Kris looked now, I still loved her as much as I did when I married her. We fell asleep in each others' arms again, this time as we kissed. My final thoughts before I fell asleep was wondering just how the hell were we going to navigate the rest of our lives.