After half a month away on a business trip, I came home to find my husband transformed into a breathtakingly beautiful cross-dressing boy.
He knelt at my feet, his figure graceful, curves in all the right places, tears streaming down his face.
My husband said he'd only been looking for a moment's thrill, but had accidentally fallen into the hands of criminals who altered his body. He'd seen the error of his ways now.
He hoped I'd forgive him, and help him have a big, healthy baby boy to carry on the family line.
I smiled faintly and agreed.
But after I got pregnant, my husband cried and begged me to get rid of the baby.
