The Christmas Gift, Pt. 3

I stepped into the bath. One foot at a time. Steam rose, swirling around my calves. Samantha had run the water hot. 

"Now Eddie, as you settle in I want you to really make sure to feel the sensation your balls dipping into this hot water — and know they are going away."

My eyebrows arched. So taken in what was occurring, my cock — which was achingly full and throbbing — now hopped at any suggestive thing that crossed my wife's lips. It bounded in place, dripping another long string of precum into the bath. 

"My little Eddie is excited to say goodbye to her balls. Isn't she?"

She stepped forward and stretched out her right hand. I pushed my pelvis forward, hoping desperately for another tug before I settled into the bath. Instead, her pointer and middle finger made a "V". She turned her palm facing up and placed a fingertip lightly on the underside of each of my balls. I shuddered.

She moved them up and down, barely bobbing them in place, licking her lips. My cock moved with them. "Oh Eddie. They're so heavy with come." I moaned. "Do you think they know what they are about to become?"

"Samantha." I whispered. She was taking me to the edge with her words. I could barely think straight. My nipples hardened. 

"Oh, I like thinking of your balls vacating your ballsac. Pulling your lovely scrotum behind them. Pulling it tight against you." She moved her fingers ever so slightly against my balls. "Two words." She smiled mischieviously. "Labia Majora."

"Oh fuck." A long drop of come dripped out onto her lithe wrist. Then another.

"My little Eddie wants a labia. Doesn't she?"

I was frozen in place, knees shaking. I felt like the only thing keeping me from falling was her two fingers. Balanced there, by two light touches on each of my testicles. 

She removed the subtle balance of my balls between her two fingers and traced the center of my ballsac with her middle finger, "And this." I moaned. "What will bloom here?"

I breathed in. I was shaking, so much that my inhale shuddered as it filled my lungs.

She tapped her finger between my balls. "I asked you a quesiton, Eddie. Answer it now. What will bloom here once your engorged come-filled balls say bye bye?"

I bit my lip.

She shook her head. Pulled her arm away. And turned. "Fine, Eddie. We don't have to play." She went to grab the pills.

"My pussy."

She stood still.

"I didn't hear that, Eddie." She stood still. Silent. Unmoved. "What did you say?"

"My pussy." My balls bounced at my reply. They tingled, charged, positively electric at my denial of them. "My pussy will bloom." I delicately traced my finger down the center of my balls. "Right here."

My feet, ankles, and halfway up to my calves was so warm — acclimated to the hot, inviting bath. The rest of my body began to shake in the cooler air of our bathroom. Shivering at the disparity of it all. I wiggled my toes. Every part of me that entered the bath would be changing. But for now I was locked in this maddening liminal space, aching for a pussy, with my mind reeling over the fact I could never in a million guesses guessed how we would be spending our Christmas morning. I looked at Samantha, still unmoved, back facing me. This was a Samantha I had never experienced before. Calm, resolute, uncompromising. 

She stood and said quietly. "Eddie, you will sit down in the bath." A sigh of relief left my lips so quickly it made butterflies in my tummy. She continued and I listened. "You will feel your balls settle into the hot water. The water is hot for a reason. Hot water helps open the pores on your legs. It helps soften your hair so that that pink, girlie little razor will easily cut through hair and give you a close shave."

I thought of the lingerie Samantha had waiting for me. Slipping my cleanly shaved pussy into it. What would that feel like? 

"You will soak in the bath now, do you understand?"

I looked down at the bath and nodded.

"Eddie."

I looked up.

"I don't hear you getting into the bath."

I fell back, holding the tub behind me and lowered so slowly, until the underside of my balls met the water. I stopped, thinking of my wife's fingers. My cock painfully hard, I lowered, so very slowly, lavishing my balls in the sensation of submersion, saying goodbye — at least for a while. I moaned out at the hot water. It stung only slightly and quickly became agreeable. 

The water reached the base of my cock and it pulsed on its own, dripping into the bath. I moaned out as I sunk down into the water and leaned back, submerging my body. 

My wife turned. I tried to meet her eyes, looking for her approval. Her eyes moved along my body, as If this was a mere inspection. Something she had to do. Perfunctary.

I reached for the razor.

"Ah, ah, Eddie. Remember, we want a close shave. You need to be smooth. Soak."

I could feel her eyes settle on my cock. It was hard and the head was sticking out of the water. Her gaze didn't move from it. It was cold. I flexed, pushing another stream of precum from my bulbous cockhead, which flowed out like lava into the bath. There was no change of expression on her face. 

She crooked her elbows and tied her hair into a ponytail. Then nodded.

"Listen closely."

I moved to the edge of the tub and put both my hands on it. I was ready for any instruction she might have for me.

"I want you shaved clean, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Be deliberate about it. Don't rush. I don't want to see one cut on your body. And also: Don't miss a hair. Not one. Do you understand me?"

I nodded. 

"Especially on your balls. I want a smooth pussy, do you understand?"

She glared at me, right in the eye, and I moaned. It struck me how feminine the moan sounded coming from my lips. Samantha was changing me. Shifting my psyche and perceptions, even without a pill crossing my lips. 

"Start with your bikini line."

Oh fuck. I picked up the razor and carefully swiped my crotch to the right of my thigh, just above my cock. I slid the razor and the hair, now adequately romanced by the hot water, gave way. The trail left behind was smooth and clean. I had never shaved so close before. I swiped the razor again beside the last path, leaving it clean. Every swipe making me more feminine, revealing what was to be my mound. My mons pubis. 

My wife nodded. "Now shave your labia majora."

My balls bounced.

"Can I shave it once I've changed? It may be easier."

She shook her head. "Shave your balls, Eddie." 

I winced at how coldly she said this, as much as I winced at her mentioning my balls. I tried to course correct to please her. 

"Okay, I'll shave my labia now."

She looked on, nonplussed, without emotion. 

"You should already be shaving, Eddie." 

I took my right testicle in my hand and carefully made the first swipe. Delicately. She turned back to the bathroom counter. I paused for a moment to look at her. She cocked her hip and put her weight to one leg. 

She stood there as I shaved my balls clean. 

"I'm shaved clean."

She turned and said dryly "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes. My pussy — I mean, my crotch is shaved clean."

She smirked. "Let me look."

She walked across the bathroom and fell to her knees at the edge of the bath. Her hand dipped into the water and took my balls in her hand. She juggled them lightly in her fingers, feeling my skin lightly with her thumb, searching for any stubble. My legs spread wide at her touch. I moaned softly. 

She nodded.

"Good girl."

My cock pulsed. I liked being her good girl. 

"Now shave your legs." 

She sat and watched me. Her eyes followed the razor as I shaved my legs clean. The razor slid over my spread thighs, removing the hair that had always been there. 

I swiped. Dipped the razor in the water. Small hairs sunk to the bottom of the bath. My body was becoming smooth. Feminine. Preparing itself for my gift. 

"Now lift your arms and give me the razor." Samantha dipped the razor in the water and made short work of the stubble under my arms. Holding each arm high, she delicately finished the job. She reached her hand into the bath and took a cup of water and washed away her work.

"There."

She leaned back. "You look good, Eddie. I'm pleased."

I smiled sweetly and nodded. She grinned back.

With that, she placed the razor on the side of the tub and stood up. 

I looked up. Trying to place it. 

There was a subtle bump. Small, but there. Protruding in her flannel pants. Pushing the flannel fabric out slightly. I squinted at it. 

I looked up at Samantha. She gazed down sweetly. There was something about her face. Perhaps it was that her hair was up in a ponytail now. Her jaw looked a bit square from this angle, her chin slightly more filled out. 

I looked back at the knob in her flannel pants. It pulsed slighty, pushing the fabric out just a bit more.

"Samantha?"

A heat was building in my balls. My cock pumped knowingly at what I was seeing. Oh fuck. I had forgotten about the line of blue pills. I had been so taken in the idea of changing, the sumptuous lingerie in my gift box, that I forgotten. 

His and Hers.

But wait. We hadn't taken any pills yet. . .

My wife reached up and ran her hands through my hair, sweetly, just over my right ear. "Did you like your pancakes this morning, Eddie?"

"Yes?" I said, my voice cracking.

"Your wife decided they needed something to make them special for Christmas. So I popped a blue pill and sprinkled it over the syrup I had just poured on mine. It tasted just like powdered sugar."

Oh god.

"So, then I popped a pink pill over yours," she said. "And then I brought your plate to the table and watched you eat every bite." 

She smiled. "And then, after your plate was empty, you did something I didn't expect."

Oh fuck.

"You asked for seconds."

The knob in her pants pushed forward, pushing the flannel out another inch in one lurch. 

"So we had seconds."

. . .

Thank you so much for reading and Happy New Year! The next part is already underway for next week. Thanks for your patience on this, we're working hard to make this a sexy m2f f2m romp. Let us know your thoughts and feel free to message us directly with story or caption ideas.

— BL Quick