wife made me her sister as punishment (Crossdresser Story #mtf)
I never thought a single notification sound could feel like a punch, but that’s exactly what happened that morning. I was in our bedroom folding laundry, trying to pretend life was normal, when my wife’s tablet lit up on the dresser. The message preview showed my name. Not my last name. My first. And it wasn’t my wife texting. It was someone else calling me handsome and asking if I was “free tonight.” My chest tightened so fast it felt like my ribs locked up. I dropped the shirt I was holding. I had worked so hard to hide this side of me, the messages, the urge to escape into something softer whenever real life felt too heavy. I thought I had cleaned up everything. I thought I had deleted every chat. I thought I was safe. But there it was. Proof. Sitting right in front of my wife’s face if she picked up that tablet. She walked in at the worst possible moment, carrying her coffee, her hair still damp from the shower. She saw the tablet before she even saw me. I watched her eyes sc...