I should know, I married a lawyer, but I never bet with her. Until last night, after I drank a full bottle of red wine. Our bet was detailed on paper and signed by both of us, a legal agreement.

Ofcourse I should apologize, if only I could remember what it was I said. But leave it to my wife, for legal purposes she had recorded my screw up. When I heard my own voice, I was shocked, no way would I have said something like that. Yet I did...

I guess it started with my heart attack about two months ago. Me, at age of 41 only, but I guess I drank and ate too much and I was grossly overweight. Since my arteries are cleaned up however and the healthy diet I have been following, together with a lot of exercise I have had a lot of excess energy. I probably dropped thirty pounds and I was proud to be a stud in bed again.

Before, my wife was unhappy with my occasional and poor performances and now she's unhappy that I want to go at her multiple times per night. And then last night when I had my first glass of wine since I left the hospital I ended up drinking the whole bottle and I said something like it was a wife's duty to be ready for her man's needs. I really don't believe that, I promise you, but it did come out of my mouth as a subconscious thought, and my wife was pissed. She replied I would not be able to that for even one month and thus a bet was born.

Reading our agreement over I am supposed to take over the female responsibilities for one month while she will act as the male in the house. I'm supposed to let her take me at night and give her a blowjob in the morning. Failure at either will add two days to the total, so a bad night and I will go four days extra under the name Diana. If I still haven't completed my duties within two months I have agreed to legally change my name to Diana. I'm not too worried about that happening but she added more milestones in the agreement.

I have to prepare at least four home cooked dinners for the family per week and make breakfast and lunch for the kids each day. Each violation adds another day.

I am to look like an attractive female at all times and can only wear skirts and dresses and at least three inch heels. Only when I workout or do cardio rehab can I wear yoga pants or leggings and sneakers. I have a salon appointment once per week to have my hair, makeup and nails done and a few more things that I don't even know what to expect. Again, each violation adds a day.

If I'm still Diana after three months I will agree to mentally adjust that I am a woman and get psychiatric help with that. I will start on female hormones to prove that I have no desire to go back being a man. However if I complete the responsibilities as stated in our agreement before six months I can stop the hormones and attempt to go back being my normal self. If I can't fulfill the agreement by six months I will agree to a gender reassignment surgery and I will loose the bet. By then it's up to my wife to determine my future as either her female spouse, or as a live in maid or we get divorced.

As I said I'm not too worried, I can be a woman for a month, they will never even know at my work, since I'm working from home and the camera on my laptop will just be failing for a while. It may be a bit awkward during my cardio rehab sessions but once they understand it's a simple bet I'm sure they'll enjoy the experience.

The preparations were a bit scary I have to confess, as my wife got me totally shaved and then used some device to soften my skin I assume. This went on for a whole week with daily treatments before she finally showed me what would be my breasts for the coming month. They were very realistic and once they were glued on me she told me they could only come off with the right solvent. It was even weirder between my legs as I couldn't see what she was doing but I ended up with a very realistic looking vagina and my malehood hidden with no chance of growing hard or expand. She also wrapped some sort of corset around me but instead of using laces it was glued again. It looked like my own skin and I even had a bellybutton and just like that I had an hourglass figure.

It was interesting to realize I actually fit in all of her clothes now but I needed my own shoes as I was a size up on her. She took me to the mall first for my salon appointment and I ended up with hair extensions, new nails on hands and feet and semi permanent makeup. No worries, I was told, it would last for about a month and help me save time in the morning. When I saw myself I knew that at least I had the part of being an attractive woman taken care off.

After purchasing about a dozen pair of heels, boots and slippers and one pair of pink sneakers she dropped me off at a friend of hers. She taught dance and ballet classes and would help me with my posture and walking for the next two days. After that the bet was on.

We had explained to the kids that their dad would go through a female experience so to better understand the troubles that women deal with on a day to day base. They would have two mothers for a while as my wife did not plan on changing anything in her appearance. Only at night, she whispered to me with a wink. But if the kids had anything that they normally would ask their dad they should now tell my wife, so I could concentrate on just one gender.

Day 1:
My wife is at least not trying to boycott me, she's genuinely trying to help me. In the morning she woke me up and explained she had a boner. When I looked I gasped. She had an extremely realistic dick between her legs and it was bigger than my own ever was. It was simple, she said, if I worked it right with my mouth in the mornings, or with my pussy at nights, it would start ejecting cum. It was safe to swallow and I was expected not to miss a drop when giving the blowjob. And at night, if I managed to milk her and make her shoot her sperm as she called it, I was to massage all the junk from my vagina and lick it up, like I had once suggested she'd do with my stuff.

I went to work on her but could not even fit her whole monster in my mouth. I licked, sucked, even bit slightly but no cum. Finally I started working on it with both my hands on her shaft, bobbing up and down but not until I took it deep in my throat so that my lips met her balls did she finally cum. My guess is that she had another part of it in her own vagina as I could tell she really came herself as well. But my mouth was suddenly filled with gunk, some of it went straight down my throat and some I had to force myself to swallow. It was slimy and definitely felt like it was male sperm. But I managed to get it all away before I laid back panting so tired I was.

My wife smiled contentedly and suggested I get the kids breakfast and make their lunch before the school bus would arrive. I failed at that but I did manage to drive them myself to school in time. When I got back she informed me a penalty day was added as I left the house looking a mess. When I looked in the mirror I actually had to agree. Tomorrow I better get up earlier.

Trying to tidy myself up, get a shower, dressed and my hair in shape I was glad already that my makeup was fine, just needed a bit of lipstick and a touch up of mascara. But it took so much time that I missed my first meeting at 9 am even though I work from home. Apparently this added another penalty day.

When the kids came home off the bus they were hungry and I realized there was no food in the house and I had to run out for groceries. I missed a whole meeting before I was done with my home cooked meal but at least the kids were not complaining. Then I had to help with homework and by now I started realizing that I heavily had underestimated the troubles my wife deals with on a daily base.

That night I was so tired I failed to make my wife cum. I really tried but I just couldn't massage her dick well enough. Eventually we agreed to give up. I had to accept that seven penalty days were added.

Day 2:
I woke up much earlier and tried to get the blowjob out of the way. This was not easy as my wife was still sleeping and somehow the damn thing was much smaller than yesterday. I had to stimulate the rest of her body before she was finally aware enough of what was happening. And then at last her boner started. By now I was eager to make her cum and not rack up more penalty days and I sucked with all my might. Finally she came and I emptied her all out. One look at the clock and I saw I had gained 15 minutes compared to yesterday. I took care of my appearance and got the kids their food and on the bus.

When I got back upstairs my wife was still in bed and she was hard again. She suggested we try to make up for last night so I could gain back at least one penalty day. I certainly was willing to try that. She suggested I put something on a bit sexier than the morning dress I was wearing. I tried on multiple nighties but nothing worked until I put on a leather bodice that I had once given my wife but she never really tried. I guess I liked how the material squeezed around me and she could enter me in the small hole that was just in the right spot. And I guess she hit me indeed in the right spot and I could use my muscles to milk her. It was actually nice the way her sounds got more and more urgent and when she came I felt a little orgasm myself, my first as a woman. When she pulled out I had to clean her dick and while I did that I felt myself leaking and I had to rush to catch it and eat her cum. My bodice was covered in cum and she said I had to lick it all clean. Plus I had to dry it before tonight as we might need it again.

All in all I was late for work again, so that added the penalty day right back in. I just can't win here. Luckily I bought enough food yesterday so I had dinner ready when the kids came home. And I managed to help with homework and still made enough hours for my job. But I forgot all about my rehab appointment and that added another day. And when my wife came home, as she had to be in the office this week, she caught me on my flat bath slippers and another day was added.

I found out that leather does not dry easily once it's soaked so I couldn't wear the bodice again. Another penalty. I tried to seduce my wife using a leather skirt which she liked but it didn't give me enough tightness to squeeze her dick. Six more penalty days of Diana and I started worrying now.

Day 3:
None of my alarms woke me up so tired I was and thus I started the day with 4 penalty days. My wife had taken care of getting the kids on the bus but she was not happy. She warned me I better take care of her at night. I took half a day off work to shop for something sexy and found a few things in latex and leather that I figured she would fancy on me. But I got in trouble when I tried to pay with my credit card. I was clearly not the man whose card I was using. I had to call my wife to help me out of this mess and racked up four extra days.

At least my new outfits worked for both of us and I managed to make her cum in me and my own orgasm was slightly better.

Day 18:
Today I racked up two more penalties which means that I will be Diana for more than two months. Even though I have slowly settled in my role I still have not managed one day free of penalties. I can't believe how hard it is to be the wife in a relationship, take on all domestic duties and still have my own job to take care off. I'm going to ask my wife if she can help me on certain things, but I realized I never really offered my help when she was doing it all.

We talked today and decided that rather than waiting until two months were passed I would now change my name legally. At least I would be able to get new credit cards and a driver's license in my female name. It caused a bit of problems at my work and I had to go to the office and had IT fix the camera on my laptop while I dealt with HR. I was unpleasantly surprised how different I was treated suddenly, even the suggestion that I step down in a different position. I threatened that I would sue them for discrimination but it did not help my case. My coworkers were shocked as well and I seemed to have lost some of their trust.

Day 35:
Today I lost my job. Apparently I dressed inappropriately as my boobs were too exposed, my heels too high during the four times I had to be in the office and someone caught me wearing a latex skirt once when I got up from my desk during a video conference. It was recorded and since a customer was part of the conference as well I was let go on the spot.

By now I had learned my lesson and I understood that women are still not at the same level, we have to play by man's rule and we are penalized when we try to change it. I cried about the unfairness of it all.

When my wife got home I tried to convince her to stop the whole stupid bet. But she pointed out to me that me not working anymore had added so many days that I would not be able to complete the bet in three months. So the next day I started on hormones and I sought professional help in my path to full womanhood. I had accepted already I was a woman now.

Day 81:
Today will be my surgery. My body had reacted very strong to the hormones and the doctors did not want to wait any longer if they wanted to use what's left of my dick and turn it into a pussy. I'm ready to get the real thing and hopefully make me a better woman in bed. Thanks to the hormones I have a real set of breasts now. I have done all other things my wife suggested, like a fix to my voice box as I now have a very sexy voice. I had a rib removed so I could even have a tighter waist and I had my tendons shortened so I could never walk on any shoes with less than four inch heels. Plus my makeup was permanent now and permanently hairless all over my body. And she really liked my expanded lips on her cock.

Day 110:
The divorce is final now but my ex-wife offered me a job as a live in nanny to my own children. My dress code is a maid uniform in either latex or leather. I still service her and her new boyfriend in the morning with a blowjob and offer my pussy at night. I finally have the muscles to milk her and never fail anymore to make her or her man cum. According to the agreement I still have to do this until the original six months are done but she added the same clause in the nanny contract. I don't mind, sex is so much better than it ever was as a man and I really need my fill of cum in the morning.

I tried to join a women's rights group so they could help me suing my old company but I was told I dressed too sexy and that wasn't helping my case nor theirs. I guess I can never win as I only have sexy outfits.