My Wife Feminized Me Novels & Stories

Just before our wedding, she looked at me with the utmost seriousness and said, "Skylar, there's no room for cheating in our marriage." Back then, I swore wholeheartedly that I would cheat. Ironically, I kept my word, but she didn't. The moment James reappeared, I noticed Linda drifting away. Catching me talking to Cindy was nothing more than her scheme—something she had planned a while back to corner me and force me to leave the marriage. … After Lily was transferred to Costa Hospital, her kidney transplant was quickly scheduled. The surgery was a complete success. As I watched her recover day by day in the sterile ward, my whole world felt brighter.

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

“Her money props up his company. Her label becomes his collateral. “And a wife who’s financially fused to a man…” “…doesn’t leave,” I said. “Because leaving detonates everything she built.” “The same trap as the father’s loan,” Marcus said. “Bigger. “He’s not rebuilding the cage, Kelvin. “He’s upgrading it. “And this time she’ll have locked herself in with her own key, smiling, grateful, thinking she’s helping her husband.” I put the folder down because my hands wanted something to do that wasn’t useful. Eight months I had spent taking that man’s walls apart.

At our baby's one-month celebration, my wife, Emilia Hayes, decides to hold a vote. Anyone who thinks the baby should take my last name votes A. Anyone who thinks the baby should take her first love, Alex Mitchell's, last name votes B. Every relative and friend at the table votes for Alex. And yet, when Emilia's family is at its lowest, I am the one who gives her the money to start her business and helps put her younger brother, Elliot Hayes, through college. Elliot, who used to proudly tell everyone I am part of his family, laughs the loudest. "Ryan has been devoted to Emilia for 15 years. There's no way he'd risk losing his wife and son over a last name." Emilia notices my discomfo

The only win that actually mattered. It probably looked fucking stupid. A man like me, a man who had killed, burned, and tortured men for fun standing in the middle of a dark room, grinning at a glowing screen like a teenager. It was immature, and completely beneath me. I didn't care. I tapped her contact info, my fingers surprisingly steady for how fast my blood was pumping. I hit the edit button. GILF → WIFE. I stared at the word. It looked right. It looked permanent.

I take a deep breath, adding, “Or if the reason you won’t touch me anymore is because you don’t like… being intimate with me.” Efrem’s face remains stoic as he regards me, the silence stretching between us until I can’t bear it anymore. “I don’t know how to talk to you, Efrem. You’re... so out of my league.” I shake my head, the realization hitting me hard. “You’re Master Efrem Mustafin, and I’m just… just a girl with an inferiority complex.” At this, Efrem reaches for me, pulling me close. His hand moves to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “You may not be Mustafina, but you are Mrs. Mustafin. You are my wife.”

The way he flirted was shameless yet confident, and paired with his looks, it was an amazing combination. I stood there while he got dressed. "You know, I have a little secret to confess. Things I've never told anyone." I anxiously rubbed my hands together. "I have a wolf. Even though it's crippled and I can never transition, I just wanted you to know that your wife isn't completely human." I immediately covered my lips with both hands, suddenly feeling strange. "My wife. I like the sound of that," he murmured seductively from behind me, making me blush.

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

The older woman looked at him and then nodded. "Yes Sir, it is quite simple really. Back when I was married, my husband and I were adventurous. I loved his dominate streak and being spanked and humiliated by him. When he realized that, in the privacy of our bedroom, he took to calling me his little fuck puppy and making me crawl around like a dog. In public and around Abi, he called me his love puppy. I enjoyed our puppy games and I've missed them. Abi somehow remembered and figured out that I enjoyed being treated like his fuck puppy. She offered to help me take that to the next level and fully embrace the sex pet lifestyle."

(Alexander the God of absolute powers pov) "See that wasn't so bad." I said as I smiled at my soon to be wife. When she looked up at me I froze. Her eyes were no longer green but a dull brown now. "No." She said robotically which had me cursing inwardly. She had allowed the oath to punish her. "Here goes the dress sir." My subordinate said as she had it floating in the air. I looked at my wife and seen the life was no longer In her eyes. She was being controlled by the bond.