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The Christmas Gift, Pt. 1

Added 2022-12-04 10:01:02 +0000 UTC

My wife, Samantha, had stuffed them at the very bottom of my stocking.

I found them under batteries, a cool pocket handtool with a knife and screwdrivers, some candy, and a packet of razor blades for my razor.

My eyebrows raised when I looked at the package. "Gender change pills?"

My wife smiled sweetly at me. "His and Hers variety. I thought we could play a little this Christmas now that the presents are opened."

I smiled. "Play, huh?" I felt a little on the spot, as this was something I had never considered and now my wife was kneeling before me with a sweet, expectant look on her face. I do like making my wife happy, but I wasn't so sure.

Samantha could sense my hesitancy. "I mean — just for the day." She bit her bottom lip.

"I don't know."

"Just for Christmas. Please, Eddie?"

"How much did these cost?"

"No more than your new bandsaw. Not bad for 10 pills. Besides, you have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to experience femininity, to be a woman completely. It's so worth it. Honestly, Eddie, it will be so much fun, I promise."

I moved the pills slightly between my hands. Was this a good idea?

"There's one more present I have for you. Maybe you should see it and then you can decide." She turned back to the tree. The ornate golden earrings I had bought her for Christmas dangled from her ears. Her breasts bounced in her blouse. She reached for a package hidden behind the tree, a rectangular box covered in brown paper and frilly red ribbons, and passed it to me.

"What is this?"

"You'll see."

I pulled back the ribbons and ripped open the paper. I held the top of the box and let the bottom slip from under it. In the box was a thick sheet of glittery white tissue paper. Slowly, I slipped it back revealing crimson lace and satiny fabric.

"Your breasts will settle nicely into it I think. I mean, think of your mom and your grandmother's on both sides — and your sister. They will probably be pretty big. Definitely bigger than mine. Oh, and I bought you stockings, too. They have nice little red-tipped toes, your little feet will look so sexy in them. And I bought a garter belt. And panties of course. Mmm. I can just imagine your new pussy getting the crotch of those panties soaking wet. Can't you?"

With a slightly shaking hand I searched through the box, inspecting each element of the outfit she had chosen, understanding the deliberation that had gone into selecting it. I swallowed and traced the lace around the edges of the lingerie. I touched the soft fabric. I admired the brilliant crimson color and the toes of the stockings. I curled my feet in my wool socks. Then I held the cups of lingerie. They were large. I balked, I imagined them encasing two large breasts and my nipples hardened. Did this really turn my wife on? With a little chagrin, I realized blood was rushing into my cock.

"I wanted this to be special so I splurged. This set is from a little boutique lingerie shop in the city. The clerk was so helpful. She asked what you looked like, and I did my best to imagine it. I told her and she entered it into her computer, creating a 3D model of your body so we could do sizing. Seeing it all got me so wet. After selecting I paid and rushed out to the car. I couldn't help but dive my hand into my panties once I got inside. I came so hard in the mall parking lot thinking of you as a woman wearing my gift . . . Eddie?"

I must have trailed off because she startled me when she touched my arm.

"Honey?"

I stammered. "Yes, dear?"

"You know how I bought you those razor blades for your shaver?" I nodded, looking back to my pile of presents as I touched the lingerie — my new bandsaw, my underwear, various tools and practical items. The lingerie was a gift of entirely another function. I had never considered ever dressing as a woman. "They are good razors for a man. But you're going to need to use my shaver if we are going to do this right. I've put a fresh blade in it. It's the pink one by the bath."

My breath shook. My cock was engorged fully and pitching a tent into my flannel pajama pants. My wife looked down and back to me.

"Your body hair will mostly fall out when we take the pills. But you will need to shave your armpits, your legs, and." Her eyes fell to my crotch.

"You mean?"

"Shaved clean. I want your pussy shaved clean. Do you understand?"

Goosebumps broke out on my arms and legs, and I could suddenly feel my trimmed pubic hair tingling at the thought.

For a moment I thought of the guys on my community league baseball team. What would they think about this? Was I seriously considering doing this?

My wife smiled. "And, honestly, I can't wait to taste your pussy."

My cock pulsed. A small drop of precum pushed from it's head and immediately soaked into my flannel pants. I was already getting wet. I thought of the razor waiting for me at the edge of the bath and winced. The situation was too much to fathom, and I whispered softly "Oh, fuck." The corner of my wife's mouth perked up in a smile.

"So, Eddie — can I run you a bath?"

I nodded. It was worth experimenting.

I placed the pills in the box with the lingerie and stood up. I bent over and picked up the box and turned to talk to our master bathroom. And in all the intensity of the moment, with my cock throbbing in my pajamas; in all the allure of becoming a woman and my wife's tongue teasing my freshly bathed pussy, I completely forgot all about my wife and the line of blue pills in the package.