This is a home where a man’s word is law—no matter which of them is the man.

I’m used to giving the orders, so when my wife produces a pair of magic potions for the bedroom, she only demurely suggests we drink. A suggestion I will come to regret—or will I?

As I am turned into a stunning model of the feminine side, I am amazed to find the hot man who used to be my wife now makes my mouth water—a mouth that wants to wrap around that firm rod.

But not before doing the dishes and getting that sweet new rear end of mine bent over the sink, where my newfound innocence will be taken.

How much can I take before I turn back to a man, and will I ever be the same?