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His wife changes him into a fun sister.

I wasn't expecting that one, but I really enjoyed creating this caption. 

Personally, I think Owen got off too easy. She should've given him implants. 😉

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Owen walked ahead of Anna, his high-heels clicking on the sidewalk. His ass wiggled in his slinky dress as they strolled, drawing the attention of every man on the street. Anna giggled at Owen’s predicament, having dressed him herself.

Owen turned around, his long brown hair and little boobs bouncing. “Hurry up, slowpoke.”

Anna laughed again. “Remember when you said you’d never be able to learn how to walk in heels? You’re doing great!”

“I have a lot of practice now,” Owen rolled his eyes at her. “Come on! You don’t want to keep Pete waiting.”

“Right,” said Anna. “And I bet you don’t care whether Pete’s friend waits? Oh, what was his name again?”

“Ryan,” Owen said, a dreamy look crossing his face. “And, uh, no! I don’t care. But Pete has been good to you since, um...”

“Since you lost your job, became a useless layabout, and I decided to feminize you?” Anna said, finishing his thought.

Owen dropped his gaze to the sidewalk, biting his lip. “Yeah.”

“Look at me,” said Anna.

Owen turned toward her, sighing. Anna smiled. He was so cute sometimes. But the only trace of the man she married was locked away in a little plastic cage in his silk panties. 

“I know you’re still a little uncomfortable with your new role,” Anna said. “But what started out as a punishment has turned into the greatest gift in the world. I didn’t lose a husband, really-I mean, you were never supportive or even good in bed. Instead, I gained a sister.”

“Really?” Owen asked, his eyes sparkling with tears. Anna loved how emotional the estrogen had made her former husband.

“Really,” said Anna. “Look how happy we are, just hanging! And look how fucking hot we look together.”

Owen put his arms around her, hugging her tight. “I’m sorry I ruined our marriage. But thank you for letting me live with you and be your sister.”

Anna kissed Owen’s hair. It smelled like roses and coconut cream. “Of course, honey.”

Owen bit his lip. “And about, um, Ryan. Do you think I might have the key to my cage tonight?”

Anna gave Owen a scandalized look, then laughed. “You little slut. I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Please?” Owen whined. 

“Okay, okay,” Anna relented. “But only if you tell me everything tomorrow morning.”

“Promise,” said Owen.

Anna kissed Owen’s cheek, and they walked on together, giggling.