I can do that. I don't think that you'll like what you have to give up to get it though." I'm not giving anything up. I wasn't the one who has sex wit... my lab partner." You're right, you're didn't, this time." What's that supposed to mean?" If you have to ask that question, then you're not as smart as I've given you credit for."She just seemed to get pissed at this. I know that I struck a cord with her that she didn't want to get into. She may not be a rocket scientist, but she could remember. I felt the disassociation of self that sometimes happens when you take a bad hit on the field, and you want nothing more than to get your hands on the asshole who had blindsided you.I managed to stifle a scream of absolute rage.But nothing stopped me from ripping the thick denim cloth to shreds.If you can't win, learn to enjoy losing.In the next couple hours I watched hard earned muscle subside into soft round flesh. Very well rounded flesh. My butt expanded to a plush 42 inches before. Derek came closer.“Sarah, are you okay?” he asked.A tidal wave of relief rushed over me. I had never felt so grateful to anyone as I did in that moment toward Derek. I ran to him and threw my arms around his chest.“Thank you so much!” I said.He held me for a minute as I calmed down. I felt so safe in his arms. I had been picked on so many times in high school and middle school. The boys would always call me names like, “sissy” and “fag” for caring more about school than sports, for liking to. I gave it a lot of thought and figured that if my wife, of 15 years, wanted to test her lesbian urges, then I should just let her, right? The big night arrived, and my wife spent longer than usual in the shower and then dressing afterwards. As she emerged from the bedroom, I could only see her hair and makeup done a bit more stylish. Her clothing looked normal. As she leaned down to kiss me goodbye, I reached around and grabbed her ass.“Have fun tonight” I said, with a smirk.“It’s a book club,.