Monkeying Around [Man to Anthro Monkey TG]

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A man is searching for the perfect birthday gift for his Chinese wife when he stumbles upon a strange antique store and its eccentric owner. One strange ritual later, he finds himself slowly transforming into a woman, but not just any woman, a monkey woman!

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She’d joke that I must’ve saved China in a past life to deserve her, and I’d laugh along, pretending I didn’t feel a twinge of self-doubt each time. I knew Jing loved me—she said it often, and showed it in all the small ways that mattered—but part of me always feared one day she’d wake up, really see me, and wonder how she’d ended up here, in a quiet suburb with a man who peaked in high school baseball. 

I’m a normal looking guy, grey eyes, brown hair, normal build. And yet somehow, I’d ended up with a gorgeous Asian beauty as my wife. Jing made heads turn, even dressed down; with her petite build, dark hair and larger than average curves, she could make a man flustered just by smiling. I saw the judgment in people’s eyes when we went out to dinner. Their thoughts were so loud I could practically hear them:

‘How did a guy like that end up with her?’

‘Maybe he’s rich, that’s the only explanation.’

‘He doesn’t deserve her.’

It doesn’t help that my romance skills are… lacklustre. I don’t know how other guys did it, I tried getting flowers and chocolates, but after she graciously accepted them, I’d find out she actually hated lilies or something else, and I’d be back at square one, which is why I had to make this birthday perfect. 

“It’s the year of the monkey.” Jing has told me a few weeks ago, “my birth year! It’s a big event.”

She tapped her monkey earrings with a playful grin, and I started compiling a mental list of everything she loved. I would get the most perfect, most incredible birthday present and present it to her at the fancy dinner I’d booked. Then everybody in that restaurant would see why Jing chose me. It wasn't just luck on my part; I brought something to the table. 

That was easier said than done. 

I’d been shopping for hours and found nothing. Everything felt so…generic. Diamond earrings? Too basic. Clothes? What if I bought the wrong size? Perfume? There were too many scents to choose from. Make-up had the same problem. I wandered down the thin streets of the city with my back hunched in defeat; I only had a few days left before Jing’s birthday, and I still had nothing. 

Suddenly, a poster caught my eye. It was red and white, with a stylised monkey in the centre. It was advertising a sale in honour of the New Year, the year of the monkey. Jing’s earrings flashed in my mind, and I headed across the street to check it out. 

The inside of the shop was musty. It seemed to be some sort of antique store with everything from furniture to knick-knacks. The place smelled of a thousand things at once—most likely years of burning different incense sticks. It made my nostrils burn slightly, and I was going to turn to go, only to find myself face to face with a small, Chinese man with more wrinkles on his face than I thought humanly possible.

“Yes?” He croaked. “How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a birthday present for my wife, but I’m not really sure what she likes.” 

I sighed in defeat, and the old man grinned, a toothless, lopsided grin and took me by the arm. 

“If you don't know, you let her decide, easy done. I know just the thing for a man like you.”

I looked around, hoping that the real owner would appear and tell me this doddering odl guy was their senile father or something. No such miracle happened. Instead I awkwardly let the man drag me tot he back of the shop where he hopped behind a little desk and produced a slip of paper. It was like the ones from a fortune cookie, but blank. 

“Is simple, you mark with fingerprint and then your wife’s greatest wish come true.”

Oh, it was some sort of old Chinese tradition I’d not heard of, probably for luck. I shrugged, a little luck couldn’t hurt, maybe I could find the present I was looking for. The man produced an odd, reddish purple ink from behind the desk and held it out to me. I dipped my finger and pressed it to the paper, only for the ink to immediately disappear, followed by the paper itself! 

“Nice trick.” I chuckled. 

“Soon, wish come true.” The old man winked. “Your wife will be happy.”

“Thanks!”

I gave him an awkward little wave and headed out the front door. By the time I’d gotten halfway down the street, I’d forgotten all about the funny old man and his luck ritual. I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into. 

~

It started when I stepped into yet another jewellery store in the vague hope they would have something less generic. When my foot hit the floor, I felt my toes curl unnaturally, and as I stepped aside, my shoe fell right off my foot! 

“The hell?”

I awkwardly slipped my foot back into my shoe, but something was obviously wrong. There was too much room; it was like my shoe had grown three sizes in just a few seconds! I shuffled to the side and quickly retied the laces as tightly as possible to keep it from happening again. 

“Sir, can I help you?”

I saw a suited man looking down his nose at me. I blushed and got to my feet, instantly feeling underdressed in my jeans and button-up. 

“I’m looking for a birthday gift for my wife.” 

“Hm, come, we’ll see if we have something in your price range.”

“I never said what my budget was…”

“You didn’t have to…sir.”

I felt my cheeks turn red; I didn’t look that poor, did I? Part of me wanted to turn on my heels and flee, but somehow that felt more embarrassing. I reluctantly followed the man through the shop, past cabinets filled with glittering gemstones with price tags so high I had to hold back a squeak. Maybe he was right, by this shop's standards, I was poor. 

“Now, what does your wife like?” he asked with a single raised eyebrow as he waved a hand over a cabinet. 

“She likes…monkeys?” I replied lamely.

The man gave me a look that could have curdled milk.

“That explains much, but I meant in terms of jewellery.”

What the hell did he mean by that? I scratched at my neck awkwardly; this entire encounter had me sweating, and my whole body was tingling with anxiety. My hands scratched at the short, thick hair at my neck; then froze. I’d shaved this morning, and there shouldn't have even been stubble there, let alone thick hair!

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirrored wall behind the clerk, and my mouth went dry. His comment suddenly made sense; there was hair all around my neck and on the back of my hands, just like a monkey! 

“Sorry, I just remembered I have to be somewhere!” I squeaked, my voice breaking as I turned and headed out of the store. The clerk didn't say a word; he was probably silently glad to be rid of me. 

I stepped outside, still smoothing my hands over the short hair that was now coating my neck and shoulders. I could feel it now, brushing against the inside of my shirt. The panic I’d initially felt was fading fast, replaced with an odd sense of calm. Each time I smoothed my hands over the hair, my breathing got slightly easier. It didn't feel like hair; it was more like fur, soft, silky, smooth fur. 

“I just need to calm down and take this slowly,” I muttered.

I’d been so focused on getting the perfect gift I’d been discounting too much. After taking a deep breath, I headed for the major shopping centre. There were levels and levels of options; everything from perfume and clothes to toys. There would be something there, I just had to be more open. 

I skipped over the menswear level and headed straight to the one hosting jewellery and make-up. I scanned the displays and breathed a sigh of relief at the price tags; much more affordable than that fancy place. A sparkle of green caught my eye and I noticed a selection of jade bracelets and necklaces; all monkey themed. 

My gaze began to soften as I looked at the delicate little rings and bracelets with playful monkey charms. They were cute, in a way. Sweet. Almost… charming. I chuckled to myself and picked up a small bracelet, holding it in my palm for a moment, as though considering if Jing would like it. 

As I did that strange tingling sensation spread across my fingers one more. As I placed the bracelet back I noticed my hand seemed haireir on the back; yet, my fingers seemed longer and more delicate. 

“Strange…”

I knew I should have been panicking on some level, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t.

I moved on to the clothes, running my hands over soft stockings and stretchy yoga pants. Jing wore these sorts of things all the time, she’d be thankful, but it wasn't exactly special. As I ran my palm over the soft fabric, I noticed something else strange. The fit of my pants, the way they clung to my legs, felt off. Almost too tight in places, and too loose in others. I glanced at a nearby mirror and, for a second, I didn’t recognise the reflection.

My whole body was subtly shifting. My hips were rounding, my shoulders narrowing. My chest, God, my chest, felt different, fuller, as if it were being re-shaped in real time. I blinked, unsure if I was just seeing things, but as my now changed hands ran over the curves of my new frame there was no denying it. 

But again, there was no panic, no fear. It was almost… natural in some strange way. I felt a warmth spreading through my body, a sense of harmony and pleasure; there was no desire to resist. I could feel that soft fur spreading over my body as well, and a strange pressure in my spine. 

Then, almost as if it were calling to me, my gaze drifted toward a rack of dresses. The pressure was forgotten in an instant; I couldn’t take my eyes off the flowing fabric. I wandered toward the rack, my new, smaller frame gliding smoothly along the store aisle. The dresses were vibrant and colourful, some with patterns of flowers and some with soft, swirly designs. And right there, in the centre of the rack, was a dress that had tiny bananas printed all over it.

I reached out to touch it, and as I did, my arm, which had already become more slender and graceful, began to change further. The soft fur grew down them, and my shoulders softened, the muscles loosening, as if my body was shifting to fit this new, feminine form. I was no longer thinking, ‘This is weird.’ I was thinking, ‘This feels right.’

I picked the dress up, letting the fabric flow over my fingertips. And then, as if on instinct, I turned and made my way to the fitting room.

When I slipped into the dress and stared at myself in the mirror, I felt like someone who had finally found herself. The woman staring back at me was still me. But also, she wasn’t. And somehow, that was perfect. She was still humanoid, but there was an animalistic edge to my new body. The fur, the strange fingers, the bigger knuckles. All of a sudden, that pressure in my backside got worse, and I doubled over. 

I could feel my ass cheeks swelling but also that pain above my spine. All at once, the pressure released in a burst of pleasure tinged with pain. I pressed my smooth hands to the glass, gasping with shock before realising I could feel something between my legs. I stepped back, twisting my spine to see a soft, ropey tail trailing behind me. I hadn't just become a woman, I’d become a monkey woman. 

“Ma’am? Do you need assistance?”

The voice from outside made me jump, and I quickly tucked my long tail back into my dress skirt. 

“I’m fine! A-actually, do you think you could get me a hat? And can I wear this dress out?”

~

Fortunately, the store let me wear the dress out after I paid for it, and the large-brim hat the assistant found for me helped hide some more of my monkey features. However, I still felt their eyes linger on my hairy hand as I handed over my card. By the time I got home, i was exhausted, confused and more than a little guilty; that was all the money I’d saved for Jing, spent on a disguise for myself. I flopped down on our bed and winced as I trapped my tail there. 

“Darling, is that you?”

The door creaked open, and I froze as Jing entered. My gorgeous Asian wife's look of concern quickly morphed into shock. 

“What the-?”

“It’s me!” I cried, “I know it’s hard to believe, but let me explain!”

I was lucky, Jing did let me explain, instead of screaming and calling the police about some strange monkey woman in her bed. By the end of it her eyes were wide with shock but also something else…guilt?

“It seems like that paper is the cause.” She mused, sitting down on the bed next to him. “It granted my desires…just not in the way you expected.”

“This is what you desire?” I balked, looking down at my new primate body and curves.

“Well…” Jing blushed, “I do love monkeys, they're so flexible and…the truth is I have been having some lesbian thoughts lately. I’d never cheat on you, of course, but sometimes when you work late I like to imagine…something softer.”

She ran her hand up my arm in wonder, making the soft fur there stand on end. 

“So you…like this?”

“I like it a lot.”

That made me smile, and at least I knew what to give Jing for her birthday.  

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Jing, today is your day, and I want to give you something special. Something just for you." 

Her eyebrows arched in surprise, and she leaned closer. 

"Oh? And what could that be?"

"Let me show you."

Jing’s eyes darkened with desire, and she let her robe slide off her shoulders, revealing her flawless skin. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her shoulder, then down to her waist. 

"You’re so beautiful," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “I always wondered how I managed to score somebody like you.”

"You’re not so bad yourself," she teased, her hands running up my arms, her touch sending shivers down my spine that made my tail stand on end. 

Jing giggled, and I smirked, my confidence growing as I took her hands in mine and led her to the centre of the room. The soft carpet felt luxurious beneath my feet, and I could feel the anticipation building in the air.

"Close your eyes," I instructed, my voice firm yet gentle. 

I stepped behind her, my tail wrapping around her waist as I pressed my chest against her back. She gasped softly as I began to kiss her neck, my lips and tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns. 

"Darling, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Giving you what you deserve," I replied, my hands sliding down to her hips. I could feel her body tense with anticipation, and I smiled against her skin. Slowly, I began to unbutton her silk pants, my fingers trembling slightly as I exposed her soft skin. Jing’s breath hitched, and she leaned back against me as I removed her shirt. Using a combination of my fingers and tail, I slowly pulled down her silk pants as well, then her underwear. 

I was suddenly glad for my new dress, the fabric was thin enough that Jing was certainly feeling my nipples pressing against her back before I started to lower myself down. I knelt behind her, my tail curling around her legs as I pressed my face against her lower back. Her skin was warm and smooth, and I inhaled deeply, savouring her scent. 

My hands slid down to her thighs, my fingers tracing the curves of her body as I gently spread her legs. Jing’s breath quickened, and she tilted her hips back, offering herself to me. I took my time, my tongue flicking out to taste her, my lips pressing soft kisses against her sensitive skin. She moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to the sensations. My thicker lips teased her lower ones, and she made the most delicious sounds. 

"Darling, please," she begged, her voice thick with need. 

I chuckled softly, my tail swishing playfully as I teased her, my tongue circling but never quite touching where she needed me most.  Finally, I gave in to her pleas, my tongue pressing firmly against her, my hands gripping her hips as I began to move. Jing cried out, her body arching as she pressed back against me, her moans filling the room. I smiled against her skin, my tail wrapping tighter around her as I deepened my touch, my tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony.

"Darling, I’m close," she gasped, her body trembling. I quickened my pace, my focus entirely on her pleasure. 

I replaced my fingers with the tip of my tail, trailing it back and forth over her folders and whispered.

“Come for me, Jing.”

With a cry, she climaxed, her body shaking as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure. I held her tightly, my tail and hands supporting her as she rode out her orgasm. When she finally stilled, I stood, my lips brushing against her shoulder as I murmured, 

"Happy birthday, my love."

Jing turned to me, her eyes shining with tears, her lips curved in a blissful smile. 

"That was… incredible," she breathed, her hands reaching up to cup my face. I smiled, my heart swelling with love for her. 

"And that’s just the start," I promised, my lips capturing hers in a deep, passionate kiss. “I want to test out this new body of mine. Want to play?”

Feeling a little nervous, I slid the straps of the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Jing’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the sight of me. 

"Darling," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "You’re stunning."

I blushed, my ears twitching as I stepped closer to her, wrapping her in my arms. I laid her down gently, my body hovering over hers as I looked into her eyes. "Jing, I love you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "And I want to make this birthday one you’ll never forget."

Her smile softened, and she reached up to cup my face. 

"You already have, Darling. Just being with you is all I need."

I lowered my body onto hers, my lips capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Jing moaned, her hands running down my back as she pressed herself against me. I could feel her desire, her need mirroring my own, and I smiled against her lips. 

As our kisses deepened, my hands began to explore her body, my touch gentle yet firm. I pressed my pussy to hers, juices mingling and my tail swishing back and froth in delight as the pleasure started to build. Jing’s hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she met my thrusts with her own.

It didn't take long for the ecstasy to reach a breaking point, and I tumbled over the edge, feeling my whole body thrum in pleasure. Jing’s clit pressed against my own, keeping the orgasm going far longer than I was used to. By the time it ended, I was halfway to another, and Jing smiled up at me, her face flush. I had no idea what this strange wish would mean for our future but for now, everything was perfect.