Second Puberty: The life she was meant to live

 

Vanessa yawned as she sat up in bed, shutting off her alarm before stretching her arms above her head. She felt the weight of her breasts shifting as she leaned back in bed and looked at the calendar sitting by her phone.

Today was the day. 18 years, one month, 12 days since Second Puberty had ensured she woke up each morning as a woman instead of a man. More specifically, a single day longer than his age when he had been diagnosed. He had now, officially, spent more of his life female than he ever had male.

He still remembered exactly how he felt when it happened, back when he had been Victor, a freshman in college freaking out that his manhood was shrinking by the day and his facial features softening more and more every time he looked in the mirror. Realizing that there was no way he could keep hiding the increasingly obvious tits sitting where his once flat chest was.

At the same time, she could hardly remember what it was like to wake up in the morning and not feel the weight of her breasts shifting under his shirt as she walked to the shower. To not sit down to pee, brush her hair out of her eyes every couple minutes, pick out a skirt or a dress or some leggings instead of the basketball shorts she always used to wear. To not slide a hand past her waistband and have her fingers brush up against the lips of her pussy where his cock had once stood. 

Vanessa glanced over to the sound of snoring in her bed. 18 years ago he had been going to school to become an engineer. To graduate, get a good job and a house, maybe have a wife and kids someday. 18 years later, she was waking up next to her husband of 10 years in a house in the suburbs. A man who had only ever known her as Vanessa, a man who, by the way, had fucked her through the bed the night before while she had loved every second of it. A man who, judging by the size of his morning wood, would be up and ready for round two any minute now

18 years, one month, and 12 days later, Vanessa was a stay at home mom with two kids and a man who paid all the bills for her, her old male self only an afterthought in her mind. Vanessa smiled as she heard her husband start to roll over next to her, and thanked second puberty for giving her the life she had always been meant to live.