You'd been separated from your wife ever since the Fusion (Transformation) Wave hit - for the past 6 months, to be exact.
Turned outwardly into a woman in every manner save for your manhood . . . which sort of got a little longer.
I was pretty worried about you - you were fretting a whole lot about meeting her again after society got back in order.
Though you were concerned about what she could have transformed into, given the extreme transformations the Fusion Wave had given some people (for example, Liam Hemsworth and Miley Cyrus are permanently back together now since they were very awkwardly conjoined face-to-face), which you had been reading about and seeing online lately, you were really more concerned about what she would think about your new appearance - you would love her no matter what form she'd transformed into.
You hopped on a bus about an hour ago to catch a ride back to Annapolis - where you two had become separated all those months ago. After coming back in contact with her on Facebook through a friend (her phone broke), you two had agreed to meet in a park.
And holy crap, you were sweating with worry.
Would she recognize you? What would she say? Would she still love you? Would you still love her?
Was this relationship . . . over?
You even started . . . jerking off . . . to blow off steam . . .
Thankfully you regained your senses when she texted you that she was coming - and went to meet her at the same bridge you gave her a piggy-back ride in your once (far) more masculine body the night you proposed to her.
I had to smile at your surprise when she instantly recognized you and ran, albeit awkwardly, towards you - she was wearing the dress you had bought her that very day!
Outwardly, apart from the fact that the shirt she wore was now a whole lot more tight, the only thing that seemed different was a long bulge that kept poking at the middle of her dress - you first thought it was a third leg.
After you two lovebirds plowed into each other and had a long hug (made even sweeter with the use of your new second pair of arms), and a deliciously long kiss, both of you were crying in glee.
You opened your mouth to ask your wife about how she'd been doing, still worried about what she would say to you, when she, panting, unbuttoned her shirt with a grunt.
"Baby, check this out!" - she said.
She crossed her arms behind her back and bit her lower lip, smiling and breathing heavily, her cleavage bouncing up and down.
Your mouth stayed open when her monstruous hyper penis rose from under her dress - barely half erect, it had crinkled back her dress to present its entire leg-length glory, and revealing the reason for her bow-legged stance.
I'm glad you're no longer worried about whether she still likes you or not.