Being Jill

by Jennifer White

  

My marriage to Jill was great, but after 12 years, some things wore a little thin. Her bad habits became more and more annoying, as I'm sure mine did to her. Neither of us were going to change much at this point, so we realized that we were stuck with each other.

But in bed, she was less and less interested in me. When we first married, we went at it five or more times a week. But now it was down to every other Friday, *if* I took her out and *if* she was in the right mood. So I felt very pent up and frustrated.

That's why when Melissa from work started flirting with me more and more, I soon found myself feeling a certain tingle I hadn't felt in a long time. That day that she sat in her chair and licked her lips as she spread her legs wide open, I knew that she had me. I had to have her. So at the next possible excuse, our affair started.

We would have quickies during lunch breaks at work, at the local motel. Or at her place after work, when I'd tell Jill that I was working late. Or on road trips, which I tried to find more and more excuses to go on. I didn't know if Jill suspected anything, but I didn't really care anyway. I was getting what I needed, and what she hadn't given me in years.

 

One morning, Jill told me that she had to leave town for a few days, because her aunt in Topeka was sick. I helped her pack, and drove her to the airport. I promised to call her, but I was busy thinking of other plans for while she was gone.

Melissa had bugged me about wanting to do it in *my* bed. So this was my big chance. After I dropped off Jill, I got out my cell phone, and called her.

"The coast is clear! Come over tonight after work. We have the house to ourselves for a couple of days"

"Ooh, that sounds wonderful. See you tonight, honey" she said.

 

I led Melissa up the stairs, and to the master bedroom suite. What a wonderful feeling to undress *her* in this room, smell her intoxicating perfume, and have her touching me all over.

Soon we were naked on the bed, and into heavy foreplay. She was ready for me, and I was about to get on top of her, when suddenly the doorknob turned, and in walked Jill!

"What do you think you're doing! In *my* bed!" she said.

There was no excuse I could make. She caught us red handed.

"Get out!!!" she yelled at Melissa. "I don't want to ever see you again. Do you understand?"

"Try treating your man better, and I wouldn't be here" she said as she left in a huff.

"And just what did you tell her?" demanded Jill. I had never seen her in such a rage.

"The truth. About our relationship. Or lack thereof."

"Well, that is going to change. I trusted you! But I can see now that you're not fit to be a husband to me. You don't really even know who I am, do you?"

"What kind of question is that?" I said, confused. This must be something she read in one of those new age books she was always getting into.

She walked over to me, and put her hands on my head. The room started to spin, and the next thing I knew, I was falling down to the floor.

* * *

 

I woke up and looked around. I was on my bedroom floor. Melissa had left in a flurry, and I knew she wouldn't be back. I sat up, but there was no sign of Jill. My head hurt, so I went downstairs to pour myself a drink. I pulled on my bathrobe, and trudged down the steps.

I got to the liquor cabinet, and decided that I'd get a single malt scotch, straight up. Well, maybe on the rocks. I reached to get the bottle.

But much to my surprise, I saw that I had grabbed the vodka. I hated vodka. Only Jill drank it. Why would I get that down? I reached up there again, and was equally shocked to find that I had the vermouth. I walked over to the fridge, and pulled out the olives.

Martinis? I *hated* martinis! Yet here I was, pouring the vodka and a splash of vermouth over the ice in the shaker. I poured it into the glass, and placed a couple of green olives onto a stirrer.

I sat down and started to sip the drink. Ew! I hated the taste. I must have really bumped my head or something. Why else would I be drinking one of Jill's awful tasting martinis?

I looked down at the issue of People magazine. Her stupid magazine about the people out in Hollywood and on TV. Boring! But I found myself leafing through it, and reading a story on Nicole Kidman. I hated her! Why was I reading about her stupid new movie? But I couldn't tear my eyes away from the pages.

It was like I wasn't in control of my own mind. That's when I heard it. *Her* voice. Jill.

 

"Hello there" she said.

I turned around, but there was nobody to be seen.

"You're wondering why you're drinking my favorite drink. You wonder why you're reading my magazine. Well I'll tell you. The reason is that I'm in your mind now, and I'm going to turn *you*, into *me*."

That's it, I was going crazy. I hit my head, and now I'm a little loopy or something.

"No you're not" she said, with her voice inside my head. "You are very sane. It's just that I'm in your mind now too. You're going to have to get used to having *me* take over. You no longer control what you do. And soon, you will only be able to think the thoughts that *I* allow to enter your head. *My* thoughts."

"No!" I said out loud.

"Who are you talking to? Yourself? But you see my poor dear husband, you are no longer yourself. You are both of us. But soon, there will only be me. I will drown you out. I will fill your head with my thoughts. I will fill your heart with my feelings. And your body will follow. Soon, this body you call your own will become me too. You are going to be a woman soon, my dear" she said.

I was in a total panic. I turned around, but there was nobody there. I was hearing her voice, but she was not anywhere to be found. I found myself gulping down the rest of the drink. I needed it!

A shower. That was what would get me out of this. A good hot shower. I went upstairs, took off my robe, and stepped into the shower once the water got hot enough.

I relaxed as I washed my hair. I felt better as I applied soap all over my body. I took deep breaths as I let the hot water wash all over me, and around me. I smiled as I picked up the pink disposable razor, and started shaving my legs. It felt much nicer to have them smooth.

No! Wait! I didn't enjoy that! It was her! She was making me do it. But I could not stop. I was powerless. Yet for some strange reason, I found that between my legs, I had become very aroused.

"Tsk, tsk" she said, in my head. "An interesting sensation, but we're going to have to do something about that. I can't go around with one of those between my legs. I'll have to get rid of it soon."

"Like hell!" I said, but she just laughed.

"This coming from the man who's moved from shaving his legs, to doing his armpits and his chest?"

I hadn't even noticed. It was like when you go into your shower routine and get on autopilot. You don't remember each little step, you just do it without thinking. It was like that for me now, but I was doing *her* routine.

"Why am I wiping down the walls of the shower?" I said, as I picked up the wash rag and began to work.

"Because *I* always clean up after myself. And look at all that hair you let. That needs to be picked up too."

I cleaned the shower, then dried off with her pink towel. I wrapped it around my head, the way she did when she was done showering. Then I walked to the dresser. I noticed that I was doing *her* walk, swinging my hips.

"Lets see, first we need some panties"

She made me open the dresser, and pull out her purple panties, and put them on. Then the matching bra. I sauntered over to the walk-in closet, and soon found myself putting on her skirt and one of her blouses. I looked in the mirror.

It looked like me, in her clothes.

"Oh that won't do at all" she said. I felt a sudden pain in my chest, like a tearing and a stretching. I stared the mirror as I saw what she was doing to me. My chest was expanding outward, filling the cups of the bra. I could feel the material in the bra stretch out as my breasts gained size and width. I looked down, and there they were on my chest! No! I had tits now.

They were huge. The bra cupped them and supported them. There was a dark space in between them, my cleavage. I could feel the straps of the bra start to dig into my shoulders, as they supported more and more weight.

"Your breasts were never this big!" I said.

"They are now. I might as well make a few improvements to *my* new body" she said, laughing. The worst part though, was that she said it out loud, through my mouth. I had no control over what I said anymore; it was *her* words. And the laugh! She had this awful laugh that always bothered me. And as time wore on, it got very annoying every time I heard it. But now, *I* laughed that way. Hearing that grating laugh coming out of my mouth was enough to make me cry. If I had enough control over my body to cry, that is.

"These clothes are too small for me" she thought, her words echoing in my mind. "I think we need to fix that too. Don't you agree my darling husband?"

I looked in the mirror again, and saw myself. I was getting shorter and shorter until I reached her height. Being smaller made my breasts look even bigger, since I had different proportions now. I looked less and less like me, and more and more like *her*.

I was on my way towards becoming Jill, my wife.

* * *

 

"I'm hungry" she said. "All this transforming burns up energy. Lets see what we have to eat."

I walked downstairs, under her control of course. I swung my hips as I walked in a sexy female strut. I went to the fridge, and started pulling out foods that she knew I hated, but she insisted on keeping around. Cottage Cheese, pickled onions, melba toast and green olives. Yuck! I hated every bite as I ate. I couldn't stop her. She was in complete control.

As I ate, I read one of her stupid women's fashion magazines. I couldn't avert my eyes. I couldn't stop myself from hearing her thoughts as she commented on what she read.

"Oh, that's a really cute outfit" she said looking at a young girl dressed all in pink and red. "I think I'll go get one of those today. What do you think, dear?"

"No! I'm not wearing that, and I'm certainly not going out shopping for women's clothes."

"First of all, it's lady's clothes dear. Women's clothes are for larger sizes. And secondly, what you want doesn't matter anymore, does it? You can't stop me. You can't do anything. Because you are becoming *me*. Isn't that wonderful?"

"No!"

I couldn't believe that I was having an argument with my wife, all in my head. I took another bite of the cottage cheese on melba toast, and felt like choking at the awful taste.

"Yummy!" she said. "You'll be eating all my favorites from now on. And there is a good chance that you'll get cravings too soon."

"Cravings?"

"Yes, now that you're pregnant."

 

What????!!!! Me, pregnant?

"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. Now that you're a girl, you can get pregnant. I took the last of the sperm from your old body, and used them to fertilize the first egg that you produced with your new one.

"I'm not a girl!" I said.

"Oh really, then tell me what you feel down there between your legs. Here, I'll let you have control of your arm."

I could move my arm! I was in control of it! I reached down, pulled back my skirt, and touched myself between my legs.

If I could have shrieked, I would have. Because instead of meeting the bulge in my panties that I had expected, my hand hit...nothing. It was flat, or just a small soft mound there.

"You were so busy eating, you didn't notice my latest alteration. I feel so much better now that I've got my pussy back again. Don't you agree dear?"

"No!" I said. "Please, stop this!!"

"I'm sorry dear, but now that you're a pregnant woman, there is no going back. You're going to have a baby in 9 months, just like *I* always wanted. You never wanted a child, did you. Well, now you're going to have one. And *you* are going to experience the miracle of childbirth. Isn't that just so wonderful?"

"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!" I screamed in my head. I couldn't take anymore. I was cracking up. I was going crazy. Please, let me wake up.

"Oh no darling, you're not asleep. This is all very real. And very permanent."

I reached up to brush the long hair out of my eyes, so I could get back to reading.

 

Long hair? I was balding. I didn't have long hair. She laughed her inane laugh again, and walked to the bathroom so I could see myself in the mirror. I now had long hair, like hers. And my face! It was changing too! My features were melting away, and transforming into hers.

I had her nose now! And my chin...it was becoming just like hers. My face hurt as my skull changed. I has getting her cheekbones. Her forehead. Her ears. I hurt all over. I gasped for breath.

I looked up again, and in the mirror, I saw *her*. I was no longer me. My entire body had changed. I was now my wife. I was Jill.

 

But she was far from done.

* * *

 

I went upstairs, showered again, and washed my hair.

"This hair is too long and wild. We need to go to the hair salon to get it fixed up. And we'll get a manicure, and a pedicure. Alfredo does a marvelous job."

"What, I'm going to get fixed up by some fruit?"

"Don't put it that way dear" she said. "He's actually very sweet. You'll come to like him. Its just like talking to a girl when you're with him."

With that, I dressed up again in a sexy outfit with a short skirt, put on her knee high boots (now that my feet were small and delicate, and could fit in them), and drove to the mall to get my hair done.

 

When I emerged from the hair salon, my head was spinning. All those strange smells. She got blond highlights after her haircut, which seemed to take forever, but remove very little hair.

And have my nails done, both on my fingers and toes. I did have to admit that the foot and calve massage felt wonderful, but I couldn't stand it that it was a man touching me like that.

As I went through all these tortures (did they invent all this in the middle ages or something?), I talked with all the girls there, and with Alfredo too. She was right, he was like one of the girls when it came to talking.

I was bored to tears, but she was really enjoying it.

"You'll come to love getting pampered" she said. "In time, you'll love feeling beautiful."

"Never" I said.

She laughed.

"It will be sooner than you think."

I didn't like how that sounded, but she didn't say anything more for now.

 

We went to the department store, and shopped until she found a pink and red outfit, just like the one in the magazine.

"I told you that you'd be buying one of these" she said. "Now on to the maternity section. You'll need some new clothes once you start to show."

"Show what?"

"That you're pregnant, carrying a child."

I could only whimper inside. She bought three outfits, including one with pants. I had thought that she'd only make me wear skirts. But the women's pants were much different then men's pants.

With men's pants, there is a looseness in the crotch, as well as around the legs. But the women's pants were tight on the legs, snug in the crotch (like wearing briefs), and went higher up on the waist. Looking in the mirror, I could see that this different fit let you see your curves.

Curves! I had curves. That felt so terrible! But not as bad as the next stop in the mall. We went to a lingerie shop, and I got fitted for a bra!

"I feel like my size has changed" I said out loud, under her control. "Can you measure me, so I can pick out a few new bras?"

"Certainly Ma'am" said the sales girl, who proceeded to measure me up. It turned out that I was a 38D. I had no idea what that meant, but I did know that I had big tits.

"This model is very comfortable" the girl said to me. "It has wide straps for comfort, an underwire, racer back like a sports bra, and its seamless."

"Oh, that looks wonderful. I'll take three of them" I said.

"As long as you're here, do you want to treat yourself to some new panties as well?"

"Wonderful!" I said. "A girl can never have too many."

I was shopping for women's underwear. I wanted to die inside. But she was clearly enjoying it, making me go through all of this.

 

I drove home, and the first thing I did was to put on the awful pink outfit.

"Oh, you're so cute!" she said to me.

I looked in the mirror and saw myself. I did look hot, better than my wife had looked to me in years. Between the new hair and the new outfit, I looked lovely and attractive.

But that was the problem. I *didn't* want to look that way. I wanted to be myself. But now I had become my wife, only perhaps a few years younger than she had really been, and a little more attractive.

"Doesn't it feel good to look pretty?" she said.

"No." I replied.

"Tsk Tsk. Very resistant. Well, I'm getting tired of having these arguments with you. I think it's time that I turned down the volume on these male thoughts of yours."

"What do you mean?" I said. But I could tell that something was different. Something had changed. But what?

"What's going on?" I said. But there was no answer.

"The house needs cleaning" I thought.

 

I shivered inside when I realize what had just happened. Clearly, it was *her* thought that just went through my head. But it felt like *I* had thought it. And when I tried to protest, she didn't seem to hear it.

It was as if she had put me on mute, and my thoughts no longer registered with her. But her thoughts sure did register with me. I couldn't tell anymore that it was her or me thinking it.

You could say that I didn't matter anymore. Only her thoughts counted now. All I could do was to listen to her, think what she thought, and feel what she felt. In effect, I was her now. I had no control at all, not even in my mind. I was just a receiver now, with her thoughts and feelings running through me.

Feelings! I had never experienced anything like this! I had always prided myself in precise cold logic. But that was gone now, and I was overrun with emotions. It had been an emotional decision to purchase the pink outfit. Now I looked down at myself, and felt *good* about that decision, because of how cute it made me look. And that made me feel better about myself, because I staked so much of my self worth on my looks.

I was no longer in my 40s, with my body starting to fail me. I was in my 20s now, and soon I would have the glow of an expecting mother. Now all I needed to do was to find a man quickly, seduce him, and make him think that it was his child. Then we could be married, and perhaps this time I would find joy and happiness.

This was the fifth time I had to take over my husband, and try to start all over again. I hoped I would never have to go through the emotional pain of having those terrible male thoughts invade my head again.

I looked in the mirror, and smiled. It felt good to be so young again. It did feel strange to have bigger boobs though. I don't know why I did that. Perhaps I wanted to be sure to attract someone younger this time.

I took off the pink outfit, and put together something sexier for the bar tonight. With my cleavage showing, and a short tight black skirt, I'd have my pick tonight. I'd find a hottie, and make him all mine.

I licked my lips at the thought. I got so wound up that I decided to get out my vibrator, and have a go at it. I wondered if my former husbands could still feel anything inside of me, and if any of them were really enjoying this as much as I was.

Now there was another one of them within me. He was about to experience his first female orgasm. I laid back on the bed, spread my legs wide, turned on the vibrator. I was all wet already in anticipation. I smiled as I worked it in. Ah. That felt so good. And tonight, I'd have a young man with something warm and throbbing in there, instead of this piece of plastic. That sent me over the edge, and I moaned as the first waves of pleasure started and I melted inside...

  

  

  

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