Gloria knowing that her husband Chet would be coming home soon by her ability to target him acts swiftly and brings up his personal profile. Chet was always assertive about his masculinity and abusive towards her but when he would enter the house that would change by her estimation. Finishing her brazen alterations and hitting accept and casually reading the news , Chet showed up later than anticipated. Entering the house Gloria looked up from her paper at Chet and was giddy when she saw that the transformation was already underway. Awkwardly strutting in wearing high heels he was a sight to behold. He looked significantly smaller than before and was not appropriately dressed for fishing. His voice sounded a little higher as he spoke
“Geez Gloria I didn’t know how you walk in these.”
Gloria was stumped for words as she looked him up and down. Everything she typed was happening as she stared wide eyed at her husband, he had lost a little height and a good deal of muscle tone and was now basically cross dressing as he started walking more comfortably in his high heels they transformed into stilettos that squeezed his shrinking feet, his t shirt was morphing into a lighter material, his flannel disappeared, and his jeans began to warp. Chet’s voice cracked even higher as he spoke “like, say something Gloria you look like a deer on the headlights.”
Gloria testing her newfound dominance said in her most authoritative voice “slowly turn around in front of me and then let me see you in just underwear!”
Chet did exactly what he was told briefly struggling until he was in good view of Gloria. Rotating around slowly for his dommy mommy like an obedient little piece of meat Gloria struggled to contain herself as his transformation accelerated slightly. His jeans turned into capri jeggings, his shirt grew tighter and smaller on his shrinking frame, his legs were becoming hairless as they lost the remainder of their muscle tone and began taking a more feminine shape. Chet’s back to Gloria his butt rounded out and his waist tapered slightly as he began regressing through his 50’s and regained his hair.
Gloria was oblivious to the changes happening around her as reality began gradually warping around her as she ogled her transforming husband. Gloria noticed that Chet’s face was hairless as he slowly turned around towards her and he began regressing through his 40’s as his regrown hair became increasingly thick and regained it’s auburn color as piercings appeared in his ears and makeup adorned his feminizing face.
Chet’s shirt became a camisole and his jeggings crawled their way into becoming denim once more in the form of a miniskirt as he finished his rotation Gloria started remembering him as Savanna for some weird reason. Confused, bewildered, and mildly aroused Gloria watches longingly as Savanna’s transformation concludes standing at 4’3” in stilettos displaying her hairless manicured feet painted a rose pink color along with her fingernails. As Savanna put a clip in her auburn hair with blonde highlights and brushed her bangs out of her attractive young 25 year old face. Letting out a distinctively feminine giggle Gloria’s femboy husband said.
“I’m sorry I’m not like huge for you and stuff baby but that toy helps me cum for you when you hit the right spot..”
Hiking down her now micro skirt for Gloria and showing off her new transformed lacy red thong that had an easy job veiling her smooth 1” micro penis and cherry pit sized testicles. Gloria arrogantly smiled until she snapped out of her stupor to see that the house had entirely changed becoming bigger with nicer furniture and filled with her bodybuilding accomplishments but no pictures of her daughter or grandchildren. Gloria liked her new dominance over her husband and judging by the nicer decor they had similar taste so far. But the question in the back of her mind persists, is there any way back out of this rabbit hole she had dug?