If it wasn’t a purposeful act, how can I blame him? That being said, he’s naturally grumpy and I can’t imagine that an involuntary gender reassignment would improve his mood. I certainly wouldn’t want to have sex with him anymore, nor would anyone else, because he makes a really, really ugly woman (Halloween/Serena Williams).
Yup, once his period started, I daresay we’d be done.
I am a Kinsey 6.0, so if my partner became a woman I’d have to become celibate. It would be extremely frustrating to be in a monogamous relationship . . . without sex. I’d rather have him as a close friend, though even that would be difficult.
Plus the fact that he’d be a 6’10" woman.
However: my partner is “omnisexual,” so if I were the person who changed, there wouldn’t be a problem.
I identify as straight because that’s 99.99% of my sexual experience, but I have a quiet bi streak a mile wide, so it most certaintly wouldn’t be a problem for me. I love the Other Shoe with every fiber of my being, and I can’t see that changing if he became Mrs. Horseshoe. Plus he’d have a new set of boobs to play with, and I’m pretty sure he’d be A-OK with that!
Not gay, and not sleeping with a guy no matter who he is, so no.
However, it wouldn’t even get as far as my making a decision because my wife would probably commit suicide within minutes of realizing there’s no way to reverse it.
No, an essential part of my relationship is that I’m a guy, and my wife is a gal. That is an integral part of her as a person, and my view of her as a mate.
Haven’t met a guy that I want to have a really intimate relationship with - yes, I fully understand that other folks aren’t the same, I support gay marriage, and so forth, but that is my take…I can only feel certain ways about only females…not guys.
I posed this to my wife, and we both voted to stay together - but it did lead to a very strange conversation of how our sex life would be afterwards, if any.
I am sure the love between us would remain (presuming it was there at the time of the change), but I am not sexually attracted to cock, so this would, sadly, be a dealbreaking issue.
You people do realize that there are surgeries to turn an outie into an innie, right? Unless your spouse was a pre-op transsexual anyway, s/he would most likely want to change back. So basically you’re saying you love a specific set of genitals so much you couldn’t wait for a surgery to fix them and would divorce.
I am a straight female and as long as she’s got the same brain I’m keeping my Sr. Olives. Er, Sra. Olives, as it were. I’ve always been curious about having a relationship with another woman, so I think a more interesting question is what he would do.
I just asked. His immediate response, after about 15 seconds of silence, was ‘’…Probably?’’
Sure, but I’m a woman involved with a man. Turning a hole into a pole is still quite a feat, and from what I hear, often results in diminished or absent nerve sensation in the surgically built penis. So I’d in effect be asking him to undergo risky surgery and hormonal therapy to gain what may very well be a nonfunctioning penis, instead of me learning how to appreciate pussy.
I mean, if the surgery doesn’t work, I don’t get a penis to play with anyhow AND my SO’s sexual function may be nil. Where’s the fun in that?
Of course, it’s also possible that I’m way behind the times and surgical techniques have improved for FtM transexuals. In which case, never mind.
Yeah, things are a bit harder going the other way, but they’re improving. It all depends on what the goal is. A phalloplasty can give a large penis and it may have sensation, but it’ll probably look weird. That’s where they build it out of arm or thigh skin and they’ll usually try to incorporate the clitoris somehow, like underneath it so that stimulation of the base of the penis can cause an orgasm. A metoidioplasty is where they they work with the clitoris itself, after hormone replacement therapy. I think a hair shy of four inches in length is what you get with that, but it looks pretty standard and functions the same for the most part.
And then of course in a few years we’ll be growing giant penises in jars and every man will have a three footer.
Two years ago. my wife gt a haircut that I mentioned to her made her look like her brother. I’m not kidding. She gew it back, thankfully. I was starting to see her in leather and whips, and somewhat scared where this was taking me.
Sex is only one part (its really even a minor part) of my marriage, but the big thing is interacting with this strange representative of an alien subspecies that I feel has no reason to desire to compete against me.
Me man, her woman, generates a ballance for my life that invariably enriches my inclination and enjoyment for all the advantages of a FAMILY life.