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"You've been holding out on me, Rolas," Melanie accused. They were back home on Fixen Prime, a few months after visiting Salli. Rolas was sitting in a straight backed chair, doing bicep curls while wearing a pair of grav weights on his wrists, which allowed him to exercise those delicious muscles of his without bothering with a weight bench.
"What do you mean?" Rolas asked, his voice strained as he lifted his right wrist.
Melanie grabbed a chair and sat backwards upon it, resting her arms on the back. "You never told me what a pretty vixen you made when you were a teen," she said.
Rolas' ears flicked back in surprise, and he said, "How did you ever find out about… Ah, it must have been Salli!" He frowned, flicking off the grav weights and resting his palms on his knees. "That was a long time ago," Rolas said. "I was a different person then."
"A very different person," Melanie allowed. "I almost didn't recognize you in the photos Salli showed me. You hadn't reached your full height when you became a summervixen."
He grimaced. "Yes, it became increasingly ridiculous to maintain the pretension. Which was one of the reasons I stopped," Rolas growled, the warning for her not to push clear in his voice.
Melanie pushed anyway. "Four years is a very long time to be a vixen," she noted. "Why didn't you just reassign your gender and get it over with?"
"It would have been a ridiculous expense," Rolas said. "And I might have changed my mind. Did change my mind," he pointed out.
"The expense would have been covered by the Darktail District's health plan," Melanie countered. "And you could have changed your mind back, or possibly even gone for genetic therapy to become one of the Blended, if you were worried about being indecisive."
"It doesn't matter," Rolas said, looking away from her. "It's all in the past. I'm quite male now, and happily married to a vixen."
"But you did enjoy the change, while it lasted, didn't you?" Melanie smiled a little sadly. "You were in a position to speak to Salli as an equal, without the nagging feeling of inferiority from being male." She cocked her head in curiosity. "Did that make you resent her even more, when you gave it up to do your Service tour, and couldn't change back because she needed you to be strong after her marriage?"
"It doesn't matter anymore," Rolas repeated. "I'm your husband now."
"You could be my wife," Melanie said.
"You're not attracted to vixens," Rolas argued.
"In general, no," Melanie allowed. "I am, however, very much attracted to you. That won't change whatever you choose to be. You would have my support, Rolas. 100%."
"I can't," Rolas protested, his ears flicking back.
"Can't, or won't?" Melanie pressed.
"Won't," Rolas decided.
"Won't, or don't?" she countered.
Rolas bit his lip, tail curling across his lap as he sat, still not meeting her eyes. "I'm not…" he started to say, then fell silent.
"Would you like me to take the decision from you?" Melanie finally asked, as his silence stretched out.
Her husband stared at the floor for a moment, and then finally said, "Please?"
"Of course, Rolas," Melanie said happily. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her palm comp. A quick command in a certain app, and the grav weights Rolas still wore suddenly snapped together, cuffing his paws in front of him.
"What in the world?" Rolas said, trying without success to tug the cuffs apart.
"A little software update I had installed in your weights a few months back," Melanie told him. She touched another button on the app, and Rolas suddenly stood up from his chair, rising onto his tip-toes as the weights reversed their gravity, pulling his wrists over his head.
"What are you going to do?" Rolas demanded, toe claws desperately trying to dig into the carpet for balance.
"I'm afraid Lord Rolas is going to have to disappear for a while," Melanie said to him. "Fortunately, it appears the family has an emergency backup sibling." She drew a pair of safety scissors from the pocket of her skirt, and began to cut Rolas out of his pants and undershorts.
"If you just wanted me to put on a dress, you could have just ordered me to," Rolas pointed out, trying to put a casual note into his voice completely at odds with his current position.
Melanie finished cutting loose his clothes and kicked them aside, her lips drawing back to expose her fangs. "Oh, the changes are going to be a lot more extensive than just putting you into a pretty dress and masking your scent," she warned him, her smile growing wider. "In fact, you might not want to go back at all."
"What are you going to do to me?" he demanded, moaning slightly as she opened a drawer in her dresser, pulling out a large jar of depilation cream. Melanie slipped a pair of protective gloves over her paws, and began rubbing the cream into his chest, then between his legs, using a towel to scoop away the thick pelt hair from his body. Rolas just gasped, the heat from the cream's chemical reaction heating his now bare skin. "I'm not… not going to look very pretty half-bald," he said, panting.
"A necessary step before we begin your transformation back into Rolina," Melanie told her spouse. She kneeled briefly, pulling a medical support case from underneath the bed, cracking it open to reveal the contents held suspended in a biotic gel.
"Is that… what it looks like?" her spouse asked, looking down awkwardly into the case.
"Yes," Melanie replied. "Constructed from a combination of your own DNA, and the latest in medical transition technology." Fortunately, stripping Rolas' pelt had left him rather cold, saving her from having to take drastic measures to bring down any potential erections as she drew out the first piece of kit. She slipped his flaccid cock and sack into the waiting indentation, as she pressed the vat cultured vulva and labia between her spouse's legs. "There we go," she said. "The biotic glue on the underside is forming a nerve interface with your penis. In about six hours, when I touch you here," Melanie stroked the bare lips of her spouse's new sex, missing hair for now, until it grew out to merge it their natural pelt. "You'll feel it as a burst of pleasure, but it won't result in an erection. And if you need to pee, it'll be rerouted to your new urethra like a vixen."
"Much more comfortable than a cock cage, I suppose," her spouse noted.
"Very much so," Melanie agreed. The next piece was harder. Well, squishier and more difficult to maneuver with her spouse standing up. Nevertheless she got the cultured pair of breasts out of the case and pressed them against her spouse's chest. They were considerably larger than Melanie's own, to better fit her love's more solid frame. "Same deal with these," she told her love, as she finally let go and let the breasts flop free. "I give you a little pinch, and you'll feel it."
"How does it all come off?" her spouse asked
"It doesn't," Melanie warned, "except with the use of a special solvent that dissolves the whole works. Otherwise they can be worn indefinitely, their bloodstream integrating with your own to sustain them, in a symbiotic relationship. The biotech has existed for years to aid in pre-transition periods, but generally it's more trouble than it's worth, given the ease of modern medicine."
She finally deactivated the cuffs, helping Rolina sit shakily back into her chair, then pulling over the floor mirror so her wife could look at herself.
"Still look shaved," Rolina noted, reaching up to stroke her fingerpads over her new, bare breasts.
"Your new pelt will grow out," Melanie reassured her.
"And I still sound like, well, me," Rolina said, sounding a bit disappointed. "I could manage a decent falsetto when I was a teenager, but that's a bit beyond me now."
"I've got that covered too," Melanie reassured her. Reaching into her pocket again she pulled out a pill case, taking out a large white capsule. "Swallow that," she said.
Rolina took it from Melanie and held it up between her fingers, "What is it," she asked warily.
"Take it and find out," Melanie told her.
Rolina grimaced, placing the pill into her muzzle and swallowing it down dry. Her face screwed up in distress, and her paws reached for her throat before Melanie reactivated the grav cuffs, forcing Rolina's paws down to her sides. "Ack!" Rolina cried out. "Burns!"
"The pain will pass," Melanie said, holding Rolina's face between her palms. "Look at me and breathe, just breathe."
Rolina gasped a few more times, before finally saying, their voice now pitched up into a mezzo-soprano, "What was… Eh? My voice! What… what happened?"
"A little nanotech nerve enhancement," Melanie told her, releasing the cuffs again. "Shortening your vocal cords slightly, like you'd breathed in helium. Except that the effect is permanent, unless you swallow a set of nano scrubbers to get rid of the first set."
Rolina blinked. "So I sound like a vixen, and look like a vixen…" She looked at her bare vixen parts. "More or less."
"Yes," Melanie agreed. "I might arrange for some silicone injections into your hips and bum to flesh them out a bit, but otherwise you just have to wait until your new fur grows in."
Rolina stood up again, walking a little unsteadily, her balance a bit off from the weight on her chest now. "Why go to all this trouble?" she asked. "I might have said no."
"This just cost me money," Melanie told her. "I'd spend money like it was water, if it would make you happy." She cocked her head. "Are you happy?"
"Yes," Rolina admitted. "Thank you for… for forcing me. If that makes sense."
"I think so," Melanie said.
Rolina's mouth turned up in a ghost of a smile. "I suppose you've got a collection of slinky dresses for me to try on, hidden in the closet."
"No, actually," Melanie replied.
Rolina's ears rose up in surprise. "You don't?"
"No," Melanie said. She stood up, pressing herself against her wife's naked form. "I'm going to give you a few days for your pelt to grow in, and for you to get used to your new body. I think five days of walking around our suite naked should do the trick."
"You think I'll go along with that?" Rolina demanded. She grunted as her cuffs snapped together again, and Melanie turned up the gravity, forcing her wife to her knees as her bound palms were pressed against the floor.
"You asked me to take away your choice in this matter," Melanie warned. "I'm holding you to that. And I do mean 'hold.'"
Rolina nodded, tears running down her face for the first time that day.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, my beautiful wife."
