My Wife Feminized Me Novels & Stories

“Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?” I shake my head, “To her, I’m Daddy, and she’s my little kitten.” Ellie smiles. With a sigh, I add, “I plan to take good care of my wife tonight. She will fall asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.” I pause for a moment, “The left side of her mouth twitches when we finish. That’s how I know she enjoyed it.”

It had not come as so much of a surprise that Noah had slapped Natalia once again. “A man who hits his wife, girlfriend, or even any woman in general is not a man, but a wannabe who feels inferior to other men and unworthy of anything that overs get, and so he comes back to his house and takes out all the anger and his miserable state on his wife. That is not even a boy.” Natalia looked up and saw that his nostrils were flaring. “Nobody knows what you are, and so it seems like you need to get character development and work on yourself, because this version of you was not the one I got married to.” Natalia shrugged.

The woman finally turned toward Amelia slowly while Taking in every detail she could subtly. Then she smiled at her. “So this is your wife.” Something about her tone immediately set Amelia on edge and she knew she wasn’t there to act as an ally. “What a surprise.” Amelia forced a polite smile towards before speaking. “It’s nice to meet you to you.” Vanessa laughed softly. “Oh, sweetheart.” The endearment that was supposed to draw one close sounded insulting. “We’ve already met.” Amelia brows pulled at that.“What?” Vanessa tilted her head as if regarding a child.

"I like you! I actually love you!" She grabbed both my shoulder and shook me a little. I just started at her. I can't process this confession. Am I hearing it right? It's probably just the alcohol affecting me too. Even though if I say "you are just drunk" to her... Alcohol makes you an honest person! her sentence hit me hard I almost got sobered. How did this happen? What did I do to make her fall in love with me? What's this awkward situation where the wife of the actor I like so much fall in love with me?

Then he began to speak," What made you think that I will leave you on your own? How could you think that I will let a monster snatch my wife from me? Since the moment we married each other, it's not about me and you, it's all about us. If you want to take revenge on him, I will be always there to safeguard you against any danger. And you don't need to be afraid of him interrupting us tonight. I have made sure that he won't return before the sun rises. The warm tears flowed away from her eyes as she listened to his words. She didn't know what good deeds she have done to be able to have such an awesome man because, for her, he was the best and no one could compare to him. She felt afraid of pa

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

He steps closer, his presence suffocating and making my throat dry as I hold onto the rest of the words. I refuse to back down, I refuse to let him degrade and insult me. "You don’t own me." He tilts his head, considering me like a predator would its prey. "Is that what you want? Me to own you?" My stomach turns, looking at him I wouldn't put insanity beyond him. But I hold his gaze, refusing to let him see the flicker of unease crawling down my spine. "You’re disgusting." His expression darkens, but amusement lingers at the edges. "And you? You're my wife until I say otherwise, Athena. If you think otherwise, I’d be more than happy to remind you what you signed up for."

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

My real husband is only you. I stared at her in silence, knowing full well we would never have the chance to remarry. As the one who developed the drug, I understood exactly how it worked. It didn't wipe memories instantly. It would erase them little by little until the person forgot the one they loved completely. And the antidote didn't exist. But Juliet clearly didn't know that. I asked softly, "Are you sure you won't regret this?" She smiled and gently cupped my face. "Wilson has loved me for so many years. His only wish is to have a wedding with me. I can't refuse him. Since I agreed, I won't regret it.