Divorce Metamorphosis

"You two, this is your divorce agreement. If you've read it carefully and there are no problems, you can sign it below."

At the divorce processing window of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the staff handed the divorce agreement to my wife Ying'er and me.
Watching Ying'er pick up the pen without hesitation, I sighed inwardly and reluctantly signed my name as well.

After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau hall, Ying'er and I remained silent. All
the conflicts seemed to vanish from the moment we finished the procedures. A gentle breeze carried
the faint fragrance of my wife, making me steal glances at her. We had been separated for more than half a year, and
she looked exceptionally beautiful today. A light floral fitted dress accentuated her slender figure, revealing her
long, light-colored legs. Her long hair was tied in a cute bun, and her pure, oval face under her side-swept bangs was adorned with
delicate makeup. Her full, high breasts revealed a hint of her snow-white cleavage. My wife, Ying Er,
looks . People say she ages in reverse. We met and dated in college, got married after graduation,
and even now, four years later, 27-year-old Ying Er still looks like
the beautiful schoolgirl who was adored by countless boys at ten. The thought of our divorce fills me
with reluctance and regret, but I have to admit that the sweet memories we shared are gone forever.
Now, all that's left is the two of us in silence.

"Xiao Bei, let's stop here," Ying'er stopped in front of the parking lot. "I'm sorry, but
I still have to thank you for taking the time off today to come and help me with the paperwork."

"Wife, don't say that," I tried to suppress my sadness, unable to
change my familiar way of addressing her. "You know, although I strongly disagree with the divorce, my love for you hasn't changed, and I'm still
willing to do anything for you."

"I know, don't say that," Ying'er paused for a moment. "Xiao Bei, we're not right for each other. I
believe you'll find someone better than me in the future, and I hope you can be happy."

"Yeah, you too," I forced myself to put on a magnanimous expression. "By the way, wife, you're
so beautiful, you must have someone pursuing you now, right? We've been separated for so long, you don't already have a boyfriend, do you?"

"How could I? I'm staying with Xiao Fei now, and I'm too busy with work every day to think about these things,"
Ying'er said, referring to her best friend Xiao Fei. "Besides, you know I don't
get attracted to ordinary guys so easily."

"Oh right, honey, you don't like young, fresh-faced men, you prefer older men, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're right! You and that Hai guy online seem to get along quite well, don't you?" I laughed, "Have you considered
him ?"

Hearing me mention Hai, Ying'er's fair and beautiful face immediately flushed a rosy blush. In the
two years after our marriage, I was addicted to online games, and my beauty studio business wasn't doing too well either. We
often . One time, my wife, in a fit of pique, registered a divorced
dating account on the dating website Jiayuan.com, and that's how she met Hai. Hai'er's name was Zhang Hai. He lived in Xiamen,
a . He was a divorced man in his forties, but he was financially well-off
and had a strong and handsome appearance. My wife, who has a girlish heart, has always had a thing for older men, and that's how we gradually started chatting.
Over time , the two became increasingly familiar with each other. Ying'er also confessed her hidden marital status to Hai Ge, but Hai Ge
didn't blame her at all. Instead, he said many understanding and comforting words, which made his wife like him even more. As time
went by, the two gradually became confidants online,

sharing everything. Actually, I didn't object to my wife using dating websites to meet other people online. On the contrary, watching my wife
immersed in chatting with other men on WeChat, laughing like a little girl when she was engrossed, seemingly
ignoring my presence as her husband, gave me a kind of hidden, indescribable sexual excitement. Yes, I
am actually a man with a cuckoldry complex. Others envy me for having a wife who looks like the celebrity Zhao Liying,
but only I know that because I am naturally short,
I always slip out easily during sex, which cannot satisfy Ying'er's sexual needs at all. Over
time , Ying'er and I had less and less sex, and I could only
relieve myself by reading cuckoldry novels and watching AVs. I had secretly encouraged my wife to meet other men, but Ying'er
always . So, to satisfy my own secret cuckoldry, I
indulged and even encouraged my wife's relationship with Hai Ge. Unfortunately, as my marriage with Ying'er deteriorated , she moved out and separated from me six months ago, and I lost
track of her relationship with Hai Ge . "What Hai Ge? I don't have time to chat online now, and I don't remember many people," Ying'er denied it outright, which greatly surprised me. "Really? You used to chat with him every day, and you've forgotten so quickly?" Ying'er seemed unwilling to say more. She took out her car keys and put on her sunglasses: "Xiao Bei, don't overthink it . I'm leaving, that's it, bye-bye." I looked at her with some helplessness and reluctance: "Okay, bye-bye. Can we meet ?" Ying'er opened the car door, started the car, and drove away without saying another word. In the days that followed, I had no heart to manage my beauty shop business, and I lost interest in the online games I used to be addicted to. I spent each day in a daze. I thought I 'd , but in the quiet of the night, I suddenly realized that my former bedmate was no longer mine, and would never return. I dreamed about Ying'er almost every night, and every corner of the house reminded me of my wife's smiles and gestures. During this time, I sent Ying'er many messages, but there was no reply, whether WeChat or text. Finally, I mustered the courage to call her, only to find she had changed her number. I managed to contact her best friend, Du Xiaofei, who was living with her after the separation, only to learn that she had already left our city. When I realized I had completely lost contact with Ying'er, I looked at the sky, feeling utterly lost. —Time flies, and six months have passed since Ying'er and I divorced. I stumbled out of the bar, drunk and dizzy. The night sky was overcast, and the faint sound of thunder could be heard on the horizon.

The rumble of thunder before the rain made me glance at the time and smile bitterly. I'd been dragged out drinking with these guys until midnight.

It was the National Day holiday, and several of my long-time buddies who had been lurking online suddenly resurfaced. They seemed to know I
was feeling down after my divorce, and like they'd planned it, they'd dragged me out for drinks several times. I've
never been a fan of this kind of thing, but I couldn't resist their pleas and got drunk several times. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and made an excuse
to slip away . Just as I opened the car door, my friends in the back called out to me in a cacophony of voices.

"Xiao Bei, are you alright? Are you drunk? We'll take you home."

"Yeah, why don't you just stay out tonight and come with us to another place? There are a lot of new beauties there."

I wasn't about to go back and walk right into their trap. I smiled and waved them off, "I'm fine, don't worry! You guys have fun,
I'm going back to rest now. We'll meet up again sometime!" "

Then drive carefully, be safe!"

I started the car and left the bar street. The rain started quickly, soon turning into a torrential downpour
. Driving along the riverbank on my way home, even with the wipers and headlights on, visibility was still very low. In
the confined space of the car, the alcohol made my head increasingly fuzzy.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake by the blinding white light of two headlights in front of the car. Accompanied by
the blaring horn of a large truck, a huge crash followed. I felt as if I
were flying through the air, with dark, rushing river water below me. The last thing I saw in my mind was my wife Ying'er's
beautiful smile.

I don't know how much time passed in the endless darkness, but I felt my consciousness slowly returning. I groggily
opened my eyes and realized I was lying on a soft bed. The curtains were drawn, making the light dim, and
a faint, familiar fragrance filled the air.

My mind was still a blur. I instinctively reached for my phone on the bedside table. The always-on display showed
5:55 AM. I put the phone down and closed my eyes. It was just a nightmare.

...

Wait, why is my phone automatically displaying the always-on display? ...

I grabbed the phone again and turned on the screen. A picture of Ying'er's sweet smile appeared before my eyes. No wonder it looked familiar—
it was my wife Ying'er's phone! A buzzing sound filled my head. I struggled to find the light switch and turned on
the bedside lamp. I then realized I was in a completely unfamiliar room. Opposite my bed was a dressing table
filled with bottles and jars of various cosmetics. I crawled over and grabbed a mirror. When I saw myself, I let out
an uncontrollable, trembling scream, but it sounded like a girl's voice! Because the
stunningly was clearly my ex-wife, Ying'er!

I stood frozen, bewildered, realizing that not only had my face become Ying'er's, but my body had also transformed into
a shapely, curvaceous young woman's, and I was completely naked except for a thin nightgown. Instinctively, I
opened the door. Outside was an equally unfamiliar living room. Except for the bathroom across the hall, which was tightly shut,
letting in the faint morning light, everything was quiet. I slipped into the bathroom and
stood frozen in front of the large mirror. The beautiful girl in the mirror, with her long, flowing hair and messy bangs, wearing a nightgown,
was none other than my ex-wife, Ying'er, whom I had longed for day and night for the past six months.

"...Is this a dream?...Am I myself, or Ying'er?... "

The goddess of my dreams, whom I've longed for, is right in front of me. As if afraid that
the stood there stunned for a long time before trying to raise my hand to touch my face. Ying'er in the mirror
did the same thing as me. The soft touch felt real, not at all like a hallucination.

"Okay..." I looked at the only thing I was wearing in the mirror, a thin, gossamer-like nightgown. I took a deep breath and boldly
pulled down the straps. A delicate,
fair , the figure was delicate yet slender, the waist was tight
and the abdomen was without an ounce of fat. And below the long neck and delicate collarbone, the breasts were exaggeratedly full and round
. I felt my whole body trembling with excitement. I grasped the two full breasts in my hands.
They felt soft and warm. Yes, that's right, this is indeed the Ying'er I know. Ying'er looks very much
like the popular star Zhao Liying, but hers is naturally very voluptuous. I always joke that she's a big-breasted version of
Zhao Liying. I looked closely at her breasts; the red nipples were proudly erect, surrounded by wide,
deep red areolas covered with fine downy hair. Even the mole next to her left areola hadn't changed at all.
I couldn't help but gently pinch her nipple, and a tingling, electric-like sensation instantly came through. This feeling was
so incredibly real.

"So the difference between a girl's and a boy's feeling is this big..." I was both surprised and amazed. I
looked down again, and below her flat, firm abdomen, between her thighs, her two large mounds
were partially concealing her slightly wet vulva. I don't know how many times I've
ejaculated here. This was Ying'er's most private place, and also the place I fantasized about most after my divorce. My heart
pounded with excitement. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, revealing the tender, bright red flesh inside. Under my own gaze,
I felt a heat rising within, and a sticky fluid began to secrete. Even the tip of Ying'er's penis swelled
from the stimulation.

Ying'er and I had been married for four years. She was the type of girl who was naturally larger;
when her erection could be the size of a mare's milk grape, like a cute little baby's. She had told
me that she had to wear very soft fabrics since she was a child, and that jeans were out of the question
because even when her penis shrank, it was still exposed. If the fabric was too stiff, it would rub too much
and cause problems. This was confirmed after our marriage. Since I couldn't satisfy my wife sexually,
I mostly satisfied her by licking her vulva. I put my legs up
and spread them wide in front of the mirror. Ying'er in the mirror was also exposed in this shameful position. My ex-wife's most
private parts, and now they were completely exposed. I
gently rubbed Ying'er's vulva, mimicking the movements in AV movies. A wave of pleasure immediately spread from that spot,
and I even had a strange male sensation. Under my teasing and rubbing, it quickly became engorged and swollen,
soon turning into a large, purplish-red grape, its tip swelling and erect.

I continued to rub and massage, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure emanating from this magical part.
The sensations transmitted to my brain and all my senses made me understand why it's said that a girl's penis is essentially
equivalent to a man's. Although these two organs differ in size,
they are completely identical in their function of producing sexual pleasure. I used my fingertips to pinch and rub my nipples, and as the pleasure
flowed in, a desperate, empty feeling of needing fulfillment
gradually arose within the heat of my constantly flowing, viscous vaginal fluid, growing stronger and stronger, even accompanied by an urgent craving for caresses throughout my entire body.
Was this female sexual hunger? Experiencing it for the first time, I was somewhat bewildered. The only thing I could think of
was inserting my fingers, but Ying'er had already done it. I ignored everything else and simply spread my legs, lowered my head, and thrust
harder . Suddenly, I felt an immense wave of sexual pleasure explode from my lower abdomen and genitals.
My muscles contracted uncontrollably, and the intense pleasure began to spread to the surrounding area. My legs went weak, and I
uncontrollably slid to the floor. My toes clenched tightly, and I felt my entire thigh muscles, including my internal
organs, spasming from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Ugh!..." A high-pitched sound, both pleasurable and a cry, escaped my throat.
In this wave-like, relentless pleasure, I was like a small boat, at the mercy of the raging tide. Having
never experienced a girl's body before, I never imagined that women's sexual intercourse lasted much longer and
the pleasure was far more intense than men's. In that instant, I suddenly realized how unfair those one or two seconds of pleasure were to
men , and how ridiculous it was to be smug about it.

The pleasure lasted a long time, only slowly dissipating after the afterglow. I knelt in
the corner panting weakly. My genitals felt like they were incontinent,
a complete mess, even the surrounding area was sticky with secretions. But the emptiness that followed didn't disappear; instead, it intensified
. I suddenly had an overwhelming urge for affection and care, as if I were incredibly helpless and alone.
This intense emotion instantly overwhelmed me, and I couldn't control myself; tears streamed down my face.

I jolted awake, startled by my own thoughts. How could I have such feelings and thoughts? I suddenly realized
that perhaps Ying'er's consciousness and thoughts still lingered in my subconscious.
Was I controlling her, or was she influencing me?

This profound question was too much for me to ponder. I was afraid I would go insane if this continued. If this was just
a dream, I wished I could wake up quickly. I filled the sink with water, plunged in, and then looked up,
but nothing had changed. The girl in the mirror, her face still wet, was still Ying'er. I brushed my long,
wet hair aside and leaned weakly against the wall. Whether this was a soul journey or rebirth, the reality
was that I was no longer the original Fang Bei, but my ex-wife, Gu Xiaoying. [The End]

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