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His fingers run over one of the garments, and he feels the softness of them, even in his mind he can see her ex, trying them on, getting ready to go out when they are a couple.

While on the other hand, he quickly and desperately works his cock. He knows this is not healthy, but since she is gone, it is the only way he can find pleasure, even the sweet and soft scent of her is still impregnated in the fabrics, smelling them is more than enough for his mind to remember feeling her beautiful breasts, they were not too big but big enough to fill his palms.

His breath hitches, and he can feel his cock begin to pulse in his hand, Extasis, climax, just around the corner. He presses the garment against himself, squeezing it in his fingers.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!?" A voice shouts from the doorway.

In a second all her pent-up pleasure, her eagerness to get there comes to a screeching halt, like when you're speeding in a sports car and you have to nail the brakes because otherwise, you'll crash. You feel your heart beating at a disproportionate speed, and any kind of activity in your crotch fades away. The worst thing is that he knows exactly whose voice is coming from the door of the room. "H Hi," he says to his wife trying to act as if nothing has happened, but from what he can see in her eyes, behind that beautiful red hair falling down the sides of her face, it hasn't been effective.

"Ben...if I ever thought I was wrong to leave you this.... what kind of pervert are you!" She yells at him, somewhere between anger and frustration.

"It's not what you think..." He tells her, trying to find some way to minimize the awkward situation. "It's just that... if you hadn't left..."

Before he can continue blaming her she looks at him with a murderous look, her eyes light up and it is enough to tell him quietly without having to yell at him for him to shut his mouth, and no matter how hard he tries no words come out of his mouth. He can't understand what is happening, maybe it's a nervous breakdown, but he can't imagine any other situation than her telling everyone what just happened.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone what you did, it's not my style, why should I humiliate you, now I understand everything, why our marriage failed, you always wished you were me" She says to Ben enjoying seeing the desperation and confusion in his eyes.

He tries to answer her but can't, he can only look at her, full of helplessness.

"Get undressed" She orders him as she sits down, playing with her long hair, looking at him as if she were an artist trying to see what work of art is on the canvas.

Unable to restrain himself or put up the slightest resistance he obeys the order to stand completely naked before her.

"Get dressed in my clothes" The smile on her face as she sees him follow even watching a couple of tears fall from his cheeks as he gets dressed her extreme excitement.

He looks at her red with embarrassment, uncomfortable, everything squeezes him, not that he is an overly large man but compared to her. He knows he looks ridiculous and can see it in his ex's mocking expression.

"Mmmmh," she says as she pretends to need to make a decision "Yeah we're going to have to do something about you...they don't suit you".

He listens to her and before he can make any grimace he sees her move her finger making a small circle shape. Not entirely understanding what's going on, he begins to feel like millions of tiny ants are walking over every millimeter of his body. He looks down, realizing that he has regained mobility in his head and arms but still can't move his feet, as if they were glued directly to the floor.

His eyes cannot believe or understand what they see, every hair on his body is standing on end as if charged with static electricity. He panics as he realizes that as the seconds pass they begin to thin until they disappear, becoming completely hairless, he can feel how the clothes he is wearing feel different against his skin, softer, and more sensitive.

Ben looks at his ex, still not able of speaking to her, wanting to beg for mercy but seeing her expression he understands that whatever she is doing, She doesn't intend to stop. That tingling, begins to center in the center of her body forming circles around his waist, pressing inward, more and more, the intense sensation causes a "mmphs" to escape from his mouth not realizing that the voice already sounds more delicate and feminine, he can notice that the dress is less and less tight, he can look and feel with his hands how his once masculine waist is now as perfect and curvy as that of her ex.

"I must admit that now that I see it on you, it is true that I have a beautiful waist," the ex tells him with a mixture of mockery and pride.

He desperately and angrily tries to throw himself at her but all he manages to do is stretch his arms towards her looking quite ridiculous and even more to his terror, he sees them shorten, and lose mass, every second that passes his fingers become long and thin, his nails become long and sharp, delicately and professionally worked, with beautiful paintwork. Her shoulders and back shrink, losing the muscle mass she has worked so hard for.

Her ex smiles as she sees the expression of panic on a face that looks more and more like her own. She raises her eyebrows in surprise, who knew her lips were so full?

Although he could feel the changes in his face, he could not stop focusing on what was happening in front of her body, breasts, he felt them growing pushing against the bra and dress, he felt them as a declaration to the world of his/her new femininity, they are an exact copy of the breasts he always loved, they are not too big or small, but in him, they feel gigantic. He presses them with his fingers and has to bite himself, the pleasure he feels is unsettling, not only because it is not a place where he usually feels pleasure, but because it is a different sensation from what he is used to, it is a feminine delight.

"It feels good, doesn't it? answer yes or no" she orders him and he wants to say no, but from his treacherous mouth comes out the truth "Yes, very good".

"haahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" she laughs out loud. "Of course, you'd like them if you were always obsessed with them, now they're yours."

He looks down at the floor embarrassed only to see his hips finish expanding to the sides, he feels his body start to walk uncontrollably towards the nearest mirror, every step he takes, the movement he makes is exaggeratedly feminine and delicate, and he can't help or control it.

"Look in the mirror and embrace the new you" He commands her.

He looks up, and what he sees in front of him is an almost perfect clone of his wife, dressed in the flowered dress she was touching herself with. He looks down at his crotch, it is the only part of him that remains but he can feel how all the tingling that was in his body centers on that spot and he can quickly feel how the lips of her vagina finish opening, how what had been his testicles rise inside him until they become his ovaries.

"Welcome Ben... Bonnie," She says in his ear and he clutches his head, an explosion takes over his entire being, and he feels his desires change, mutate, as his new vagina lubricates and the heat in his crotch grows in all directions, in his mind's eye, images of men and their cocks, taking her, using her.

She moans uncontrollably, as her breath hitches, unaware that the rest of her house has changed, transforming into a bachelorette apartment. Her closet is filled with clothes similar to her ex's clothes but a sluttier version of her.

Bonnie, runs her hands over every corner of her body, her body screams desire, and her mind knows exactly how to please every man who crosses her path. She collapses to her knees spreading her legs, she can feel the heat radiating from her crotch, her fingers working squeezing each place thinking about what she's going to do that night.

Her ex walks to the door, fixing her long red hair and a triumphant expression, leaving her behind and ready to move on.