The first week at sea was wonderful. We set off to the Mediterranean, and the sea was calm and pleasant. A refreshing breeze made slight ripples on the quicksilver surface. I guess we would curse the heavens if we had to rely on sailing wind, but in the motorized yacht, it felt like a blessing. There were no other people around, and I could fully succumb to my feminine side. I spent long hours sunbathing on the deck, wearing nothing but a small bikini or bathing suit. My friend, or husband as I now called him, seemed to like me behaving this way. He didn’t act disappointed because of not going on holiday with his pal. I had told him earlier that I could be both, and I knew he realized the benefits. We had fun like we always had, but now I doubled as his lover and newly wed wife.

I found that I had adapted quite well to this new situation. Being female was now my natural way, and I discovered that I thought less and less like my old self. Where I earlier had no problem hurling down beers or burping out loud I now found myself slightly disgusted by this kind of behavior. I even made teasing remarks when he was being rude. Still, for the most part my friend behaved when he was near me, and acted like a gentleman. Whether it was because he saw me the same way, or if he just valued my sexual rewards, I didn’t know, but I loved being treated like a lady, both in bed and outside.

During our stay, I remembered that his birthday was coming up, and I wanted to do something special for my husband. We had never been the kind of friends who exchanged gifts, and I wasn’t even sure he suspected that I knew the day. Our boat was anchored up on the docks of a small, picturesque town, wedged between near vertical coastal cliffs. The houses were all white chalked, and the occasional lantern lights shone like lonely balls between pitch black streets. Young couples were strolling through the narrow, cobbled streets, on their way to the various restaurants by the shore. I looked at the pretty women, and in that moment I hoped that I could be in their place.

The morning of his birthday, I awoke while he was still asleep. I decided to give him his first present right away. With haste, I fixed myself up in the small bathroom and rummaged through my suitcase for something to wear. I had saved a new set of lingerie for a special occasion like this. I first put on the small thong. The red string hugged my sides, and the tiny satin garment did a poor job concealing my undeniable manhood. The panties were adorned with a pattern of black lace. The same pattern also decorated the elastic band on a pair of fishnet stockings pulled to the top of my hairless thighs.

Over the thong, I pulled a very short, satin skirt and closed it around the narrowest part of my waist. I was increasingly aware of my lack of feminine curves, but was quite pleased about my narrow waist, giving me at least a hint of hourglass shape. The skirt reached almost down to the bottom of my panties, but the lower half was made of black, dotted tulle. The smooth line between my crotch and thighs was half visible through the skirt bottom.

My flat belly was naked all the way up to the red, satin bra. It too was adorned with the same, black lace, and a black bow at the bottom of my cleavage. I pulled the shoulder straps tight to lift my buxom as much as possible. My long curls were falling towards the chest, shining under the low, bedroom light and casting an almost angelic aura around my head. I was very conscious of the way I presented myself in the dimness of the bedroom. The black, high-heeled sandals made little sound on the carpeted floor as I walked back to the bed.

My lover was still sleeping, and I reached under the blanket to find the limp member resting in his crotch. My glossy, red lips moved towards it whilst I concentrated on not waking him. In his sleep, he began to make sounds of pleasure, and grew rapidly between my lips. Just before the release came, he woke up and saw his wife on her knees, looking back into his eyes. I gratefully accepted his release and gave him a long kiss.

“Happy birthday, love” I whispered, and he smiled. “This is just a preview. After I take you to out tonight, I’ll be the perfect wife for you.”