“Mmmmm,” We both passionately moaned. I tasted my wife, my love, my soulmate on my lips as her soft thighs gripped me. I remember when I relied on my torso and arm strength alone as I would make love to her standing up. No more, my days of hunk status muscle strength are long gone. Instead I am left to prop her frame over my protruding hips, not that I have the same equipment to make love with as we once did.
They say that Gender Flus can “rip relationship’s apart and build new ones,” my case of the gender flu did neither. My girlfriend Shelby and I still go out to movies together, visit each other’s families for holidays, and we even live together; though most of our neighbors think I am a girl friend that moved in after Shelby’s boyfriend “moved out”.
‘I sure hope this peps up his day at the office’, I mused as I sent a nude snapchat to my Husband. My inner monologue fought back, ‘Was he even into this? Stop your doubts, you know he is.’
I felt my girlfriend grope my breast as I awoke. Yep, this would be day 38 as a girl after contracting a nasty case of the Gender Flu. Not to worry, this virus has extremely low chances of being contagious, not that I would mind if my girlfriend go it. Don’t get me wrong, her effort to be sensual with me is awesome, especially since she is thoroughly straight. I really never knew my chest could be an erogenous zone! But I pinch myself every time I admit this, I think I am straight too, for a woman that is. I haven’t told her, nor do I think I will. Hell, I don’t even know if our relationship could survive that admission even once I turn back to normal. I love hearing her pant as we mutually handle each other with dildos, but my fondness for that nowadays is more out of mutual affection rather than romantic passion. Meanwhile my eyes are shut as she plunges the vibrating dildo inside of me, my mind wandering to what it would be like if she got the Gender Flu and was pounding away at me. Even kissing is a chore, she doesn’t taste nearly as good to me as she used to and guiltingly I feel some antipathy kissing another woman. Yes, I’ve accepted that fact, and I had to get a temporary driver’s license reflecting my new form.