My Wife Is The Best (Short story)

Chapter 1
My Wife Is The Best

Chapter Description: A stressed business man describes us his life with his perfect wife. This story goes straight to the point.

Until the moment I met her, I used to be a serious, always stressed business man. Soon she became the most important thing in my life, and I just knew I couldn’t separate from her. With her, I was the happiest man in the world, since I knew she loved me more than anything in the world, and that she only wanted to make me happy. And I corresponded.

After our honeymoon, I returned to work all day, and when I came back home at night, totally exhaust, she showed me the best disposition to make me comfortable. She treated me just like a baby! When I arrived, she hugged me tight, and rocked me like a baby. Taking me to the bed, she tucked me and fed me with a baby bottle, as she cradled me in her breasts. She sang me baby songs that quickly transported me to the more tenders worlds, and I started relaxing. With the love and patience of a mother, she undressed me with nice caresses and then put a diaper on me, with her fine gentle hands. I passed the best night, sleeping on her arms, calm by her lullaby.

I enjoyed her attentions like a baby, for about two months, and after that, her cares even intensified on me, as my work had gotten heavier. One day I came totally exhaust, and frustrated because of the difficulties of my job. I fell on her arms, almost depressed, when she did something that I had never seen before. A wave of hot energy irradiated from her arms, and I start feeling inspired... I knew that my wife had a special gift, but I didn’t know it was that precious... When I submerged on her arms, I started getting little, until I was that short that she could lift me on her arms. My clothes fell off and I became a 3-years-old boy! In my new fragile form, I felt even more secure in her lap. She cuddled me until I slept, suckling my thumb while hugging her.

In next weeks, the talent of my wife helped me to stay alive when I was passing a bad moment in the job. But I started becoming more dependent from my wife’s caresses, and the guys in the company started complaining about me. The complete corporation was sinking, and they said it was because of my “bland” choices. I refused myself to dismiss a large troupe of workers... what were their families and children do??

One Friday, I was fired by the president of the company. I came home crying like a baby, and my wife attended me instantaneously; she rocked me again, caressing like never before, and I got even younger, but that was not all: my body was changing more than that. In question of seconds, I had become a weeping 1 and a half year old baby girl! My wife’s arms were so warm and sweet to grant me consolation, and I found my emotions were changing to: I became spoilt and fragile, finding more sweet feelings than before. With the baby cares that my wife lavished me, I soon found her consolation.

If being an adult baby was great, and being a baby boy was an even prettier experience, yet nothing can be compared to being a baby girl. Those weeks my wife was totally in charge of me; she dressed me with a pink footie pajama, diapers and girl’s accessories; I was really pretty, and the best was that I had all her affection and attentions. Every day I woke up in my girly cradle, extending my arms and shaking my legs, anxious for she carry me on arms, as the little baby girl I am.

She often commented I was the most adorable creature in the world.

When I got bored, she progressed me until I became a gorgeous 5-years-old little girl, and I wore even prettier dresses, including ballerina and hawaiian dresses. My wife treated me like her princess, and we played everything, since trying new clothes and make-up. She cooked the most delicious food for me, and took a complete care of me, never letting me unattended: since the bathroom duties to my final tuck up in night, including the kiss and pinch in my cheek before going to sleep.

I passed about a month in my new little girl’s form. But one day I was a 4-years-old little girl, and I was looking at Barbie’s TV show, when I heard my wife crying in the other room. I ran to help her, concerned about her feelings, since she had been the best wife ever and she always behave along my necessities. She told me our money was running out and she didn’t know what to do.

Then I understood I had to do something. I wiped out my mommy’s (wife’s) tears and told her that I was planning our best move for saving the company.

When I finished designing my project, my wife came from the mall bringing a bag with the best girl’s clothes she could find for me. She took a pair of purple lace girlish panties from the bag and stretched them in front of me. I fell in love with those clothes and I ran to hug my awesome mom. She corresponded by tapping my head and then she helped me to adress for the presentation.

She progressed me until I became a pretty 7-years-old blond little girl, with fuzzy and abundant hair, and then she helped me to put me my underwear and clothes on: She worn me with a kid’s executive vest, and made-me up discreetly for I looked like a precocious but self-confident business little woman.

Mom took me in car to the corporation building where she concerted a date for me; I took my suitcase with the project under my arm and walked with my little high-heel feminine shoes until I came to the reception. The men in the meeting room laughed at me, but as my wife supported me with her lovely and inspiring presence, I managed to explain my new plan and everybody in the meeting room. They applauded as they learned that I had resolved all the problems and the corporation would save; my wife was very proud of me; she raised me in her arms and took me to the car, between the general ovations. I had triumphed as a little girl, and I was happier than ever.

She took me home again; I was that exhaust that I almost fell asleep on her arms. But she gently carried me on arms to the cradle, where she undressed me and turned me into a 2-years-old baby girl again. Then, she put me a white wool hooded footy pajamas on, to cover my naked body. It felt as soft as a cloud, so I felt too comfortable, when she took me again on her arms and hugged me against her soft motherly breasts, whispering love words in my ears. I felt really warm in my wife’s arms. After many smooches in my cheeks and lips, she deposited me in the cradle again and gave me a bottle of sweet warm milk. I drank it happy, while she caressed my golden bang, exposed under the hood.

She even poked my belly, playfully, in order to make me laugh. I giggled, happy. It was that funny that I started shaking my legs and extending my baby girl’s toes, still covered in that softy footie pajama.

As the bottle emptied, I felt sleepy. For helping me to sleep well, my wife sang me a beautiful lullaby, and kept rocking the cradle as I started to fall asleep, hugging my empty bottle.

She knew that I had become her girl, and that my gender didn’t matter: this little girl had demonstrated being the best husband, or at least that was she made me feel like. She knew that I’d always be there to accomplish my tasks as a good husband, even in my little baby girl’s new body that, by the way, was the most lovely baby girl ever.

And she was always going to take care of my infant girl’s little bum.

My wife is the best; everyday she now addresses me as her little princess and I hope never separating from her. I love her.

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