Barbara headed for the bedroom, but could not think of anything to do at the moment and watching her husband sleeping, she pondered over her options. After a moment, she headed for the bathroom and took stock of all the items found within. Satisfied, she grabbed all of Mark's hygiene supplies and carried them downstairs, where she dumped them into a brown paper bag.
Grabbing her keys and the bag holding Mark's stuff, she headed for her car and dropping the stuff on the passenger seat, she got, started her car and headed first to the local department store and then the local drugstore afterward.
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A couple hours later, she stepped back, looking at the feminine hygiene supplies she had replaced Mark's stuff with. Satisfied, hoping that he would not use it without much complaint, Barbara headed for the bedroom next. Inside, noting that her husband was still asleep, she headed for his dresser and opening the top drawer, she took out all of his underwear and replaced it with the other items she had bought, a mixture of low-cut bikini briefs, thongs and boy shorts, and satisfied, she closed the drawer and headed downstairs, where she threw out the underwear she had taken from Mark's dresser.
Back upstairs, she slowly got dressed in her normal pair of pyjamas, wondering what Mark would do in the morning when it came time to take a shower and get dressed. Figuring that she couldn't wait, she almost reached over and woke Mark up, but hesitated at the last moment and instead clicked off the overhead light and lay down next to her sleeping husband. Staring up into the dark, her mind in a tizzy, she shifted about until she was comfortable and smiling, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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When Mark awoke the next morning, he stretched and standing, he looked out the bedroom window, feeling slightly off, but unable to put a finger on what might be wrong. Looking at the sleeping for of Barbara, he thought about waking the woman, but decided in the long run not to and heading for the bathroom, he decided what he wanted was a shower.
Inside the other room, he removed his pyjama bottoms and throwing them into the hamper, he reached over and flipped the two nozzles on and as the water began to shoot out of the spigot, Mark checked his supplies for cleaning, never once question that what he was going through was all rather feminine. Turning back to the faucet, he stuck his wrist underneath, decided that it was warm enough and pulling the stopper, he engaged the shower. Climbing under the water, he slowly began to shave his legs, never once stopping to question why he was doing so.
And when he was done with that, he continued upward, shaving first his privates, then his chest and finally his armpits and arms. When he was finished with that, he ducked his head under the shower and began to lather up his hands with the shampoo and conditioner.
Twenty some minutes later, a towel wrapped around his chest, just below his armpits, another wrapped around his head, Mark headed for the bedroom to begin dressing, glad that today he had the day off, thoughts of spending it with Barbara running through his head. Inside the room, he dropped the towels into the hamper and reaching into the top drawer of the dresser, he took out a thong and pulled it on, but stopped when he glanced into the mirror, the feeling that something was off returning.
"Something wrong?" Barbara asked from the bed and turning, Mark hugged himself and asked, "Does something look off about me?"
Smiling, having been awake since before Mark came back from the shower, liking how feminine her husband smelled and that he looked a couple inches shorter, Barbara climbed out of bed and walking over to her husband, she reached down and began to adjust his penis and testicles between his legs, liking how smooth his skin felt.
Turning him back to the mirror, Barbara asked, "Better?" as she noted how much Mark looked like a short-haired woman wearing the thong.
Nodding, Mark ran a hand over the smooth, small section of the thong, amazed at how flat and feminine he looked. As he did so, he nodded and said, "Thanks," and turning, he hugged Barbara closer, pressing his body against her, breathing in her scent.
As he did this, he asked, "How we spend the day together?" and added, "Just us girls," without a second thought.
Smiling, Barbara snuggled closer and responded, "I would love that," as she breathed deep in the feminine scents coming off her husband, liking how it felt to have her body pressed against his, wondering how it would feel when he fully became a girl.