It's funny, just like texting with these long nails had been no problem, driving in high heels came natural as well. With my phone giving me directions, it took about ten minutes before I pulled in the driveway of a large mansion. Isabella was waiting and guiding me into one of the garages.

The first thing she gave me was a glass of excellent wine. We sipped it while I got a nice tour through her beautiful home, and her work area as well. She was an architect, doing most work out of her home. When we reached the master bedroom though, things changed. She took me by the hand and led me through her walk-in closet, which was bigger than my own master bedroom. I was in awe about the amount of clothes she had, and high fashion at that. So much that I wished my own wife would wear, who now seemed a plain Jane. And suddenly it hit me, I was a woman now, I could wear some or all of this. It was clear in Isabella's eyes that I could try anything I wanted.

But even more clear was that it had to wait, something more important was about to happen. Right there, in that closet, that dressing room, she started undressing me. All while kissing me deeply. My skirt dropped to the ground first, then my bra top and my panties, while her own clothes disappeared similarly. In just my stockings and garter, she lead me to the bed, and carefully laid me down. "There's nothing you need to do for now," she whispered, "just enjoy."

Enjoying was an understatement. I have pleasured women, my wife mainly, but I had no idea how sensitive a woman's skin is, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her bellybutton, the inside of her thighs, her toes and of course her clit and her pussy. I found that out this night that I spent as a woman, and that all of these pieces are connected. Everything Isabella touched, licked or sucked, seemed to be wired to my female sex, and caused a series of orgasms and a bucket of fluids leaving my body.

And that was all before she penetrated me with one of her toys. First it was a strap-on, then it was a double ended dildo that made us both cum, and finally it was a sort of an egg with a little tip hanging out from me. And somehow she controlled it remotely, and the vibration inside me would leave me in a puddle of my own sweat, as I just could not stop the orgasm.

Safe to say I eventually passed out, with a smile on my face. And when I woke up for a second, she was spooning me tightly, and I felt incredibly happy. Thank God, I found out in the morning that the egg, that was still in me, also had a low setting. It vibrated me awake but the feeling was pleasant and did not cause me to cum right away. It took me a few seconds though to realize where I was, or better, what I was. Then it all came back to me. I was a woman and had incredible lesbian sex. Why would a woman want anything else?

We took a shower together and although we didn't give into another sex scene, it was still very erotic. Soaping her and being soaped and rubbing our slippery bodies together was a lovely experience. Smelling good I borrowed a housedress from her, which was simple, but soft and sexy. And gave her easy access apparently to my breasts, as she proved over breakfast. It would have been fun as just two friends, but my stomach fluttered every time she touched me, or brushed against me.

I received a text from my wife. Apparently she had tested positive for Covid, preventing her from flying back from the Caribbean island where she was for the funeral. Her hotel had special rates for people who had to quarantine, and it would be another two weeks before she could fly back. She'd call me later, was the last part of her text.

I wondered if this was still part of the magic, but then it hit me. "Isabella," I said, "can we go together next weekend again? I mean, can I use the bracelet again?"

I saw suddenly tears in her eyes, but they were from happiness. "Oh my God," she said, "I did hit the jackpot with you. I would like nothing better. As a matter of fact, we can see two games."

She was right, of course. Both our schools were in the playoffs, my school on Friday and hers on Saturday. There was no doubt in my mind that the magic would give us two solid days together, as the kids would suddenly have sleepovers again, or something. That reminded me of our current situation. We had a few more hours before I needed to be home, and we spent it all in her closet, trying on clothes. She had so much and I couldn't believe how much fun it was. Not only were we lovers but by now we were friends as well.

That's when Isabella came up with the idea of going out that night as well. She wanted me to experience what it was to be a woman when going out with a man, and she pulled up the number of the men who had invited us last night. I wasn't sure about this, I needed no one else but her. She was pleased about that, but I should at least try a man first, before choosing the lesbian path. I wondered if she meant just enjoying an evening, or if it meant having sex as well.

Driving back home, later, as a man again, I worried about the potential sex part, but I had not been bothered as much while I was still Sabine. The kids came home soon after, and I prepped them for an evening on their own, as I has met an old friend last night that I would meet up again. We talked all with my wife, who luckily had no symptoms at all. She worried about us making it through the week, but we convinced her we'd be good.

I got the boys food before I left, telling them not to wait up for me. And half an hour later I was Sabine again and feeling good about it. Isabella and her daughters helped me choose one of her outfits for the night and I wondered if I wasn't too sexy. As a man I knew I'd want me badly, and definitely trying to find out what was under these clothes. But Isabella said, that was all part of the game that I should experience.

The guys, Jason and Hugh, picked us up, perfectly on time, in a rented limousine. I have to say, they did everything right. They were dressed and groomed to the nines, better than I ever had done as a man. The restaurant they took us was upscale and perfect. I sat with Hugh across from Jason and Isabella, and his hand was soon on my thigh, definitely not an accident anymore. Problem was, I liked it, and I had a similar flutter going on that I had experienced with my lesbian lover.

Of course we talked a lot about last night's game and the upcoming game. They were wondering if I would still come and see their school on Saturday and they were thrilled when I said I would. They were ready to buy our tickets, so we could sit all together, but Isabella told them we'd let them know. Thank goodness for having at least one experienced woman at the table.

The club after dinner was very exclusive and I found I had no problem moving, as a woman, on the dance floor. But there was no mistaking Hugh's attraction to me, as during slow dances I could feel his member pressing into me. Isabella would wink at me knowingly, this is what she wanted me to experience. I danced with her a few times as well, and I knew we still had fire together.

Hugh brought it up later, that it was clear that Isabella and I were lovers, but he hoped he still had a chance for a good night together. And being slightly tipsy, I told him sure. Isabella nodded, and after that we left, for their home. They roomed together but their place was big enough to have enough privacy when either brought a woman home. I lost my lifeline there, as Isabella disappeared with Jason, and thus I went with Hugh to his room.

It was nice and well decorated and while I looked at an expensive painting I felt his arms around me and in seconds my dress dropped to the floor. It was kind of fun that he did all the work, as he draped me on the bed. But when he was on top of me I knew there was no way out. Not that my body wanted out. He touched all the right places and had me cum twice already before he slipped his dick in my soaking cunt. And when he came in me, exactly at the same time as my fourth, I knew why Isabella wanted me to experience this. I could feel his seed squirting inside me and the thought it could make me pregnant added an extra bliss. Then a worry. Could I get pregnant in this body?

They both remained perfect gentlemen, calling a taxi for us, while they entertained us as we were waiting. They even paid the driver upfront as we said our goodbyes. My friend wanted to know how I thought about being with a man. I told her it had been wonderful, but then I kissed her and knew right away it was so much better with her.

In her bed we ate each other out and I wasn't bothered by the fact a man had dumped his load in her and I was sucking it from her. After another round of orgasms I had to leave though, with pain in my heart, and I knew that though I didn't mind being with a man, my heart was with her. And it was the same for her, and I had the feeling the magic bracelet had bound us together.

With my wife stuck on a Caribbean island Isabella agreed when I asked if I could take the bracelet with me. I wanted to be Sabine at night and while the kids were in school, for the few days I worked from home. Isabella packed me some clothes to sleep in and to wear in the house. By the time I reached home both my kids were sleeping already, so I transformed and put on a lovely nighty.

Finally by myself I got a chance to figure out what I was thinking. Why did I want to be a woman, even by myself? I have never ever thought what it would be like to be a woman. But I also knew I often eyed women in leather pants or skirts, wondering what that would feel like. Was that it? Was I a cross dresser without even knowing it? I remembered the fun I had trying on all Isabella's clothes. And I enjoyed the softness of my nighty on my breasts. I enjoyed having breasts.

Now that was a thought. I enjoyed the clothes yes, the heels yes, but I enjoyed this body, my curves, my agility, my sexiness. And as a woman I didn't feel guilty about thinking about another woman, whom I clearly had fallen in love with. That was a problem right? I'm married for crying out loud. But Sabine is not. My God, this stuff is so confusing.

I wondered what my wife would say if she saw me as a woman, would she still be in love with me? Would she chase Isabella away and keep me for herself? I doubted it, my wife did not understand lesbians, let alone be one. If I would stay Sabine she'd divorce me for sure. And it would free me up to move in with Isabella. But it wouldn't be fair towards my wife, right?

Thinking of moving in with Isabella made me feel hot, I could feel my pussy go wet. And when I touched myself, right on my clit, it took only seconds before I orgasmed. With two fingers in my wet snatch I had my second. This magic was strong, but I could not see a solution that was fair to everyone.

By Thursday however I received an email from a friend, who had just started a vacation on the same island as where my wife was stranded. In a totally different hotel though, one of these adult only places. Yet he'd seen her, a picture was attached. And just like that I saw my wife in her bikini at the pool, in the lap of some guy and it seemed like his tongue was deep in her throat. And his hand seemed to be deep inside her bikini bottom.

It was a slap in my face. Only the day before she'd told me how boring the hotel was while in quarantine. Now I wondered if she even had tested positive or was it all a trick to stay two more weeks with another guy? But I had not been quite faithful myself, right. No wait, as myself I had not slept with another woman, not even considered it, ever. I needed to talk to Isabella.

I was in my car in seconds, driving out of the garage, and waved at my neighbor, who had a stunned look at her face. It took a second before I realized she didn't recognize the woman driving my car. This could add complications to the situation. Isabella agreed, when I had told her everything half an hour later. Still, she felt bad for me, the way my wife had acted. We both knew though that I was not one hundred percent free of blame either. And neither was she.

Things went south from there, as my wife called, and I answered it without thinking, again it showed how comfortable I was as Sabine. My wife's voice was cold as ice when she asked to speak to her husband. A few seconds later, after taking the bracelet off, in my own voice again, we ended up in a heated discussion.

She wanted to know who the woman was that answered my phone. I told her it was a friend. She said, a friend that apparently stayed over in our home. It was clear that my neighbor had called her. I answered, a friend helping me to deal with a picture that I had received. What picture? The picture of her sitting in the lap of a man, in an adult only hotel, while she was supposed to be in quarantine.

It was silent for at least fifteen seconds. Then she said she had slipped near the pool and a guy had caught her, settling her in his lap for a few seconds. At which he stuck his tongue in your throat and his fingers in your pussy, I continued her sentence. It was silent for another ten seconds, then she said, okay Don, it seems we've both been unfaithful. What are we going to do about it?

I was going to deny my part, but looking at Isabella and thinking of Hugh, I realized it doesn't matter what your body looked like, my mind was still married, so I had cheated as well. I asked her about the Covid test, and she confessed that it was indeed a little lie to stay longer. As a matter of fact, Big wanted her to stay on the island permanently and move in with him. He was one of the owners of the hotel.

Big? I asked. And she actually laughed, it was his nickname, but I could learn a thing or two from him. That felt like a slap in my face, and in my anger I told her that she was not half the woman Isabella was. And although Isabella was very concerned, listening in to the conversation, that got a smile on her face.

Well, talk about almost two decades of marriage going down in less than two minutes. The deeds were done, the breaks unrepairable, and we both knew it. My wife became very business like. Divorce arrangements were to be made. I could keep the house and the kids, but she wanted half of the equity of the home, plus her car needed to be shipped to her. The kids could visit her anytime they wanted, but they would be "better off with me and Isabella", which she said in a very sarcastic voice.

After that call I looked at Isabella. She tried to comfort me, but I wasn't the person she wanted to comfort, I was a stranger with an even stranger wife. And likewise, I knew the magic had somehow figured out a solution for us. I changed into Sabine, and I knew it would be very permanent, the way Isabella comforted me now. We needed a way to tell my boys, but after that the three of us could move into her house. She knew her own daughters would be thrilled with me and probably also with two new brothers. If I could spent time every now and then as "Dad", when either of the four kids needed me to, then we could become a very happy family.