The mentally ill neighbor's new wife

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My mentally ill neighbor's new wife

resigned today. I hate this corporate job with its long hours, so I even gave up my apartment and moved to a new place. After moving, I lay around like a dead fish for over two months, basically just ordering takeout, watching movies, and sleeping. Two months of staying indoors made my already fair skin even fairer, and my overall condition finally improved.

Having read some cross-dressing novels and done some self-development when I was a teenager, I couldn't resist buying a pink CB lock set and a pair of small, magenta transparent women's sandals.

After waiting a few days for it to arrive, I put it on and, with the CB lock, my mindset shifted to that of a woman. My previously messy room became neat and tidy. I'm only 1.6 meters tall, with low testosterone levels, almost no beard, and pitifully sparse body hair, so I shaved again. I put on an apron and started preparing nutritious meals like a housewife.

That evening, I chatted in a depression discussion group. A member, let's call her A, said that one of the members had suffered a mental breakdown and developed a strange mental illness. They could work normally during the day, but at night they couldn't even recognize people. This discussion group was for self-help and mutual support among people with depression, because many couldn't afford expensive psychiatric treatment, so they encouraged and supported each other there.

To my surprise, this person lived in the same building as me. On Sunday, Xiao A and I went up to find the person I met online. Of course, I didn't reveal that I lived in the same building, because I was afraid Xiao A would ask me to take care of the patient. The talkative Xiao A chatted with him for a long time. This gentleman's surname was Qin. Since Xiao A and I are both quite young, we called him Brother Qin. Brother Qin's wife had tragically died in a car accident two months ago, and he had suffered a great emotional blow. Sometimes he would even lose his memory at night, and it had become even worse these past few days; he couldn't remember anything from the entire night.

Xiao A could only offer Brother Qin some comfort, and we left around 3 PM.

Back home, I browsed some cross-dressing or feminine content online. Because I'm addicted to the internet, I had pre-set an app that would automatically shut off the internet after a certain time to control my online time. After shutting off the internet, I ordered takeout. When I got to my door, I couldn't resist going up two more floors out of curiosity to see this netizen's apartment.

Because when I chatted with him that afternoon, he said he bought the apartment to live in with his wife, unlike me who rents a room.

As I walked over, I was surprised to find that his front door was not closed, but just half open. I couldn't help but go inside and close the door behind me. Fortunately, the lights were all on. Mr. Qin was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, lost in thought. According to Xiao A, he doesn't recognize anyone except his wife at night. Of course, his wife is no longer with him, so he ignores anyone who passes by him as if they were a cat or a dog in a park.

I had originally planned to leave, but since childhood I've had a strange fetish of fantasizing about being a woman in someone else's house, having sex with the male homeowner. At this moment, of course, I didn't have any particular thoughts; I can still distinguish between reality and fantasy. But that didn't stop me from looking around Qin Ge's house. Like a thief, I sneaked towards the balcony, thinking I'd gained another place for my fantasies. However, I was surprised to find the balcony still covered with women's underwear and skirts. I looked around the other rooms, and everything was arranged as if the lady of the house were still there; nothing had been thrown away. It was probably preserved exactly as it was on the day Mr. Qin's wife left.

I felt a little embarrassed, yet inexplicably sat down at the dressing table. On it lay a diagnosis of infertility caused by insufficient estrogen, along with several boxes of estrogen. My heart pounded, as if triggered by something, and I picked up a box. After all, Mr. Qin's wife wouldn't need it. Turning to the kitchen, my heart raced even more. Again, inexplicably, I poured myself a glass of water and swallowed two estrogen pills. Then, I secretly took the packaging and box, closed the door, and left Mr. Qin's apartment, 702.

Back home, I couldn't resist taking out the box and examining it. It had a picture of a beautiful woman in a dress on it, as if implying that taking the pill would transform me into the woman in the picture. I swallowed hard, and couldn't help but shake the box, spilling the remaining pills. A key even fell out!

The next day, I texted Mr. Qin, telling him he'd forgotten to close his door the night before, and that I'd closed it for him when I went up to the roof to collect the bedding. I also told him I was his neighbor, because I could tell he didn't need anyone to take care of him and wouldn't bother me, so I felt comfortable telling him.

Since I still had some savings and didn't want to go to work, I decided to check Mr. Qin's door every night from then on. I also stopped taking the estrogen pills, planning to put them back at a suitable time. I don't have a penchant for misappropriating other people's property; that night was just a moment of impulsiveness.

So I made up my mind to secretly return the medicine with that key sometime. But before I could even carry out my plan, that evening I found Mr. Qin's door open again. Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I quickly put the medicine back. Mr. Qin was watching TV in the living room with the lights off. After putting it back, I noticed the photos of Mr. Qin and his wife hanging on the bedroom wall. His wife didn't have the typical oval face of a beautiful woman; instead, her cheekbones were somewhat prominent, and she inexplicably looked about 80-90% like me. "

If I wore women's clothing, I'd probably look similar to her," I couldn't help but think. It was then that I realized that the afternoon I came over with Xiao A, Mr. Qin had looked at me for over a minute, but at the time, my reaction was so slow that I hadn't noticed anything amiss. Standing in my bedroom, I was lost in thought. How could an ordinary-looking girl like me marry such a high-earning Mr. Qin? If I had been born a girl, could I have done the same? I couldn't help but think that.

Originally, I lacked confidence in my appearance and never dared to try wearing women's clothing. However, I was very envious of the cross-dressers who posted beautiful photos on Twitter. When I saw Mr. Qin's wife, I suddenly had the idea that I could try it too.

I saw that Mr. Qin's bedroom was lit up while the living room was pitch black as he watched TV. I couldn't help but find the light switch and turn it on. I found that Mr. Qin wasn't wearing pants. I quickly turned the light off again. At this moment, the neon lights of the building across the street came on. The living room, which was completely dark when the lights were off, now allowed me to roughly see Mr. Qin's body, but it was still unclear.

At that moment, I suddenly swallowed hard. Mr. Qin's posture, with his legs spread wide and sitting back, and the living room looked exactly like a scene from an adult film I used to watch: dim lighting, a luxurious living room, an upper-class man naked from the waist down, and the same sofa and coffee table as in the movie. The only difference was that I was a woman kneeling before the man, like a bitch in a collar, swallowing and spitting out his penis. Mr. Qin was completely oblivious to me. My lower body reacted, but the sharp spikes on the CB lock stung me, and I went limp. But at the same time, it reminded me: yes, wasn't I just a bitch, wearing a CB lock and going out like that?

I couldn't help but imagine myself kneeling before a man, sucking his penis, wearing this pink CB lock. Once this thought came up, I couldn't suppress it at all. Moreover, at that moment, I didn't know that the estrogen I had secretly taken a few days ago was a potent imported drug with anti-androgenic effects.

Any cross-dresser who has taken such drugs knows that if you suddenly stop taking them, the anti-androgenic effect disappears, and the original hormones in your body will double, stimulating your libido. If these hormones are locked up and cannot be released in a male way, you will inevitably be unable to resist releasing them in a female way.

At this moment, I couldn't remember my identity anymore. Instead, I was thinking about Mr. Qin's indifference towards me. I could just crawl over and indulge in a fantasy, and then I would leave. I couldn't help but think of this, thinking that I would just pose to satisfy my desires. Then, my breathing became very rapid, and I slowly knelt down and crawled to Mr. Qin's crotch, inhaling his masculine scent. If I were wearing a collar… When I was truly facing a man's penis, I was incredibly grateful that it was soft; if it were hard, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would start sucking it. At that moment, Mr. Qin moved slightly, and I knew it was time to stop playing with fire. I turned around, got up, and walked out the door. Just as I was about to close the door, I suddenly heard a voice say, "Wife, where are you going?"

I was so startled that I quickly closed the door and ran to my room. Once inside, I checked my pockets and realized my phone was still on Mr. Qin's dressing table. This was absolutely unacceptable; otherwise, if Mr. Qin woke up the next day and saw my phone, he might mistake me for a burglar.

So I quickly went back upstairs, hoping Mr. Qin hadn't woken up yet. Just as I was about to enter Mr. Qin's house, I realized that I had habitually changed into women's plum-colored slippers when I went back to my room. Now, I was walking in wearing women's slippers. But looking at the slippers on my feet, my lust rose again. Without realizing it, I had already linked Mr. Qin's key to my own key together. Now, wearing red slippers and using the key to open the door, I looked like the lady of the house. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't stop myself. I sneaked in and peeked at Mr. Qin, who was still sitting there, seemingly oblivious. I quickly went inside and quietly closed the door.

After retrieving my phone, I put on my red women's slippers as I was leaving, but then I paused, my gaze falling on the women's shoes on the shoe rack. The cheap red slippers felt a little too narrow, so I couldn't help but pick up the women's shoes on the rack to compare. Yes, it was only a little past eight o'clock. Like a mouse that had gone back and forth twice without noticing the danger of the trap, I picked up Mr. Qin's wife's shoes in the dark and put them on. Surprisingly, they didn't feel narrow at all; they were very comfortable, as if I had worn them for a long time, and they fit perfectly. I couldn't help but turn on the small light in the entryway, and as if not believing it, I put on another pair. …It fits…it fits…it still fits

…I changed into a pair of Mr. Qin's wife's slippers and went to the wardrobe. I picked out a dress that I thought looked pretty good; it fit almost perfectly except for the bust area. For a moment, I felt a little unreal. If it weren't for Mr. Qin's wife's death report still on the computer desk, I would have even suspected that these clothes were specially prepared for me. I knew that my strange fetish of fantasizing about having sex with the male homeowner in someone else's house as a woman was acting up again, especially with such strong desire, and as the woman of the house.

I put on a hat that looked very elegant, struck a few poses on the bed in the bedroom, and then walked around the room in this dress.

This had reached the limit of my rationality; I never imagined I could do such a thing. Yet, looking at myself in the dressing mirror, I felt it was all worthwhile.

While I still had some sense, I put the clothes back in their original places. After all, I hadn't planned to take this step, and even if I had, Mr. Qin might not have accepted it.

I tidied everything up, put the key back in the medicine box, and turned to leave. I could deal with the desires at home with a dildo, but this night of playing with fire would become the most profound scene in my memory, one I would never forget. On the second day

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Two, a video horrified me was posted in the discussion group. It showed me on Mr. Qin's bed in his bedroom, posing in various sexy and alluring positions for four minutes and thirty-five seconds. I was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. However, Mr. Qin's long explanation at the end calmed me down a bit. Fortunately, I had worn a hat in bed the night before, so his short hair wasn't noticed. Mr. Qin also insisted that it was his wife's soul, so I wasn't exposed.

But because Mr. Qin's statement was so shocking, and most of the people in the discussion group were atheistic, one radical netizen even thought Mr. Qin should be sent to a mental hospital.

However, being reported and ending up in a mental hospital could mean a lifetime of confinement. Mr. Qin quickly withdrew and deleted the post. Then he contacted me. Since Xiao A didn't believe him either, I was deeply terrified by my reckless actions. After talking, I learned that the security camera was installed after I reminded Mr. Qin that the door wasn't closed. This meant that my first attempt to steal the estrogen hadn't been captured on camera. Furthermore, the camera was only pointed at the large bed in the bedroom because there were important securities and valuables under it. Just when I thought I had escaped unscathed, I tried to remain calm and asked Mr. Qin what he planned to do. But Mr. Qin said something even more frightening:

"I will wait for her. She will definitely come back to me."

"What if she never shows up again?" I said.

"I watched this video last night and I feel much better today. I know Jie Ru will definitely show up."

I didn't know how to respond. I'm not good at comforting people, especially after this incident. If it weren't for this shock, Mr. Qin might have been able to slowly recover from the bad news through medication, but now...

"Take this key. Please come and check on me every two days. If I get worse, please call this number to contact my cousin in the countryside to take me to a mental hospital."

After saying that, Mr. Qin handed me an identical key.

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I went home and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I didn't eat anything and lay in my room all night. I waited until dawn to go to Mr. Qin's house to check on him. He was still watching TV. This time, he hadn't recovered by daybreak, and I felt extremely guilty. I went again at noon, but no matter how much I patted or pinched him, he didn't respond at all.

To prevent Mr. Qin from spending his life in a mental hospital, I finally made a decision. I spent several hours finding a transgender woman nearby who had undergone full-body surgery. I bought from her a transgender wig she had kept but no longer needed, as well as anti-androgens, progesterone, and other medications used in conjunction with estrogen. Of course, I wasn't that naive; these medications, once stopped within three months, would allow the body to gradually return to normal, and were not permanent. This cross-dressing sister now works entirely as a woman in a massage and beauty salon. She told me that my skin wouldn't become smooth so quickly, but at that moment I didn't care about anything else. Before I left, she even did some light makeup for me. It was past eight o'clock when I got back to my rented room. Because I hadn't eaten all day, I quickly emptied my bowels, and just in case, I washed myself several times. I knew exactly what I was doing, but I couldn't just watch myself "kill" someone like that. I took a breath, picked up my old things and the things I had just bought, and went up the stairs. When I reached the door, I took another breath and went inside. Mr. Qin was still sitting there watching TV, not drinking the water I poured for him, like a wooden doll. I put on the original mistress's slippers, then went to the bedroom and put on her dress. I also put on a wig that looked almost identical to the original mistress's. I went to Mr. Qin and tried to talk to him, but he didn't respond at all. This made me as anxious as an ant on a hot plate. In desperation, I saw the computer in the bedroom and, disregarding privacy, turned it on to look for traces of his wife. All I found were photos, wedding photos, and even some honeymoon videos. I tried to wake Mr. Qin by mimicking the titles and tone of voice from the videos, but he still didn't respond. I was so anxious and sweating all over that I had no choice but to take a shower in the bathroom wearing the lady of the house's slippers. I also took off my makeup. After I came out of the shower, I remembered that when I was kneeling in front of Mr. Qin that night, he actually moved a little while he was having an attack, and he even called me "wife" before leaving the house.

I went all out. I took two estrogen pills and a large anti-androgen pill, telling myself I was his wife. Just like the night before, I crawled over. At that moment, all I thought about was saving him. I unzipped his pants and swallowed the whole thing. However, Mr. Qin still didn't react. I blew on it for a while, but it was still limp. And maybe because the estrogen was taking effect, I surprisingly had no sexual desire at all. Strangely, I didn't feel any resistance to the penis in my mouth. Instead, I entered a strange state. My body obediently swallowed and released the penis in my mouth. There was no desire, but it felt like it was perfectly natural. He patiently sucked and swallowed, and then, without hesitation, sat on top of him once his penis was erect. Using only saliva and a little bit of enema fluid from the previous cleaning, he slowly squeezed it into my body. I didn't understand why I was doing this, but there was a reason. Brainwaves can influence each other, just like a monkey can be influenced by monkeys on a completely different island to learn new skills. An ordinary student entering a gifted class might inexplicably get an A. It was perfectly normal for me to act in the same way as the woman in the room, given her remaining brainwaves, especially since I kept telling myself I was her.

My body rubbed back and forth on Qin Ge's body, as if it were my duty. Like in porn, constantly going up and down is exhausting, as many experienced couples know. And I did this as if I had no teacher. The lubrication from the small amount of intestinal oil secreted by my body continued to sustain my lovemaking with Brother Qin. This is a very rare physique, as if I was born for this moment.

I don't know how much time passed before Brother Qin's penis inside me went soft. I had already seen videos online of crossdressers cleaning themselves to the A2M level (A2M: intestines and mouth are as clean), so I cleaned myself thoroughly as well. At this moment, I started cleaning Brother Qin's penis with my mouth without any psychological burden. I had only ever watched videos, but when I actually did such a despicable thing, my penis finally responded, but at this moment I no longer needed it to give me any lust.

Afterwards

, I cleaned the floor and took Qin Ge to take a shower. At this point, I no longer cared whether he would wake up. Then, like a wife serving her husband, I dried him off, wrapped him in a bathrobe, tidied up a bit, and left Qin Ge's house before dawn. But there was one thing I didn't even notice when I left: I naturally wore the original owner's high-heeled sandals back home.

I rested for a bit, then bought a hearty breakfast and went to Brother Qin's house. I also changed my shoes back at the same time. Brother Qin was still there, lost in thought. I could only lie down on another sofa and go to sleep. Around noon, he woke up. I was all prepared to confront him and explain everything. However, he didn't remember anything from the previous night. Instead, he thanked me for taking care of him all morning. He ate a lot for dinner, but by nightfall, he had returned to that lost-in-thought state. That night I didn't do anything to him, and he didn't wake up from the morning until the afternoon of the third day. Reluctantly, I went into his room again that night, resignedly putting on my mistress's clothes and tying my hair in a ponytail. I cleaned for him, and finally, dressed as a housekeeper, I knelt on the floor and performed oral sex on his penis. His body finally swayed slightly again.

From the fourth to the tenth day, I discovered that as long as I successfully made him ejaculate, he would return to normal during the day. He even returned to work after taking leave. However, he ate a lot every night. Fortunately, I'm a night owl and only need seven hours of sleep a day. During this time, I read many books about housewifery and learned how to do makeup and dress.

Another two weeks passed, until the twenty-ninth day. Having been Qin Ge's mistress for so long, I'm more familiar with his penis than my own, since I consume it every day. Before I knew it, I'd finished two boxes of estrogen, my skin had become smoother, and my breasts were slowly developing, almost an A cup. During the day, I had to cover them up. I don't know if I did this out of guilt or because this incident gave me an excuse and opportunity to be someone else's wife.

After all, I wouldn't have done it so well, so... naturally, if I didn't want to...

Chapter Three:

The Turning Point On the night of the thirty-fifth day, while I was putting on my skirt, Brother Qin suddenly hugged me from behind and quickly inserted something like a syringe into my anus. The head of the syringe was round, and it went in easily, then he pushed it all the way in, injecting it into my body. I was surprised that he had regained consciousness when my mouth was covered. Then Brother Qin made a "shh" sound. As I closed my mouth, waiting for his next move, a surge of hot lust... He came over from below and hugged me, saying,

"It's awkward no matter how you explain it now. Please be my wife, and we can have a good time together and then we can talk openly."

I understood what he meant, nodded, and then he picked me up and put me on the big bed in the bedroom. This time, he took the initiative to lift my skirt and touched my CB lock. Ever since the day I put on his wife's shoes, I had never taken off this lock except for necessary cleaning. I looked at him in surprise as he opened the small brass lock on my CB lock and replaced it with his iron lock. Then he whispered in my ear,

"Can you do me a favor?"

I nodded subconsciously. In fact, I couldn't react at that moment. The strong aphrodisiac gradually filled my nerves, and all I wanted was for this man to come and give me pleasure. Then he made me lie face down and handed me a piece of paper to confirm. It said that he would give me one million to have his wife's uterus transplanted so that I could have a child for him. He had secretly taken my DNA to do a test and found that my organs were a perfect match for his wife's and there would be no rejection. Moreover, he would not remove my male organs, and the contract would be completed after I gave birth to the child via cesarean section. The lab report was dated yesterday…

Before I could even process what was happening, he gave me no time to think. His gloved fingers were already inside me, expertly stirring, followed immediately by an injection of a cold liquid, and then a shot of medication in my buttocks.

Good heavens, could a contract signed under these circumstances even be valid? I felt my entire thighs trembling. Then, a hot, hard penis shoved into my body, asserting his authority as the male master. Later, I learned that he had injected me with four vials of Rhino Pleasure Enhancer and 1.5 times the dose of female aphrodisiac. After only a few thrusts, my little brother's semen gushed out, easily reaching the state of ejaculation that crossdressers talk about—a state they'd never forget. Then, a buzzing vibrator replaced the penis and continued thrusting inside me. With a turn, that penis I knew so well reached out, and I almost instinctively opened my mouth and took it in. At that moment, Brother Qin was still pointing at the contract. Without thinking, I glanced at the approximate location of the signature and wrote my name on it.

Then the two of us kept changing places to make love, and even did it on the balcony once. Most of the time, I would ask to change places before Qin Ge ejaculated. Under the influence of the drug, I was almost obsessive about finishing every place. This was both a fantasy of making love in other people's houses and a way for me to express my sense of authority over the house as a woman.

I didn't care which day he woke up. All I wanted to do was be a woman writhing and pleasuring beneath him.

Finally, around 2 a.m., Brother Qin stopped and returned to his dazed state, proving that his mental illness was real and he hadn't lied to me. I was exhausted and my legs were weak, but my desire hadn't subsided. After thinking for a moment, I crawled to the bedside in the bedroom, folded Brother Qin's contract, put it in his briefcase, and crawled back to find him asleep sitting up. So I hugged this man's body and we both fell asleep on the sofa.

When I woke up again, Brother Qin had already gone to work and taken the contract with him. Although my male consciousness and reason were more resistant to this, my female consciousness in my memory last night agreed, and even cooperated with Brother Qin in doing this, which was enough. In fact, I never saw the contract again afterward, so there was no way I could object.

After that day, Qin and I rarely made love on the sofa in the living room. We were always trying new things. After the unspoken understanding was broken, neither of us mentioned how it started, but we both knew the truth. It was indeed as Qin said: after our passionate encounter, we were like a married couple with no barriers between us. Qin would call me "wife" or his ex-wife's name, Jieru, as soon as he got home. From then on, I wore my old shoes, clothes, and cosmetics with ease in his house, as if it had always been mine. However, Qin's mental illness, which caused him to space out in the first half of the night, did not improve, and he had no memory of anything during those periods. In

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thanks to Qin Ge's daily efforts in feeding me medication, I finally achieved a near-C cup size, and my mammary glands were fully developed, ready to breastfeed my future baby. With everything prepared, I underwent a uterus transplant, and also gained a vagina. Thinking back, I was truly awful. I stole the original owner's husband, wearing her clothes, shoes, and socks, living in her house, using her cosmetics, and now my body even has her uterus and the vagina that brought her pleasure. Perhaps as divine punishment, the transplanted vaginal nerves only had a 60% survival rate, meaning I could only experience half of her pleasure. For some reason, I felt a woman's jealousy, and I was angry about it for a long time.

After serving my brother Qin with my mouth for another month, my lips were sore, and finally my lower mouth could be used again, but only for one day. That day, the doctor placed two eggs inside me, one fertilized and one unfertilized. Both were the last remaining marks left on earth by my brother Qin's original wife, which I had specifically requested.

For the next whole day, my brother Qin conquered me. The feeling of my breasts swaying as I received fertilization from a man was amazing. This way, at least one fertilized egg would successfully develop, and if I was lucky, I might even give birth to twins. However, fate was not so kind to me. The subsequent tests showed that only one baby survived, but I firmly believe that the one that survived must be the one conceived by my brother Qin's ejaculation inside me.

A month later...

everyone in the neighborhood knew that the woman who lived in apartment 702 had passed away. At this time, a new couplet was conspicuously displayed in apartment 702, with the words "Happy Wedding" written at the top. Meanwhile, the resident of apartment 502 had disappeared, leaving behind a pile of men's clothes. And no one knew that three months earlier, that night I had recklessly barged in, only to end up becoming my neighbor's new wife...

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