Bluegill

by Jennifer White

 

Bob was very unhappy with his life. Here he was, in his twenties, and he didn't even have a steady girlfriend. He was in love with Margaret, but she had shacked up with big Mike, and she was off the market. He tried to hook up with other girls, but even on the rare occasion that he would be kissing one of them, he was imagining that it was really Margaret he was holding.

He knew that Margaret had feelings for him too. She had all but said so. But he was poor, while Mike had a good job and lots of money. Mike was a bit of a jerk, but Margaret foolishly thought she could change him (at least Bob thought it was foolish...Margaret was undeterred).

So Bob kept on being miserable in his life. But then one day, something happened to change everything. He was waiting for a haircut, and he was reading the only magazine the stupid barber shop had available. It was about fishing, which Bob hated. But he was too bored to just sit there, so he read it anyway.

The article he read was on the fish called 'bluegills'. They lived in small lakes, and were a favorite fish to catch and eat. Boring. But then he saw something strange about them, which sparked an idea in his head: there are two kinds of bluegill males. One kind grows large, and tries to mate by showing off their stature, and by chasing away smaller weaker males.

The second kind of bluegill male on the other hand, takes a different tactic. It develops into the size and shape of the female bluegill, and even has similar markings. The larger males are fooled, and they don't drive these 'pretender' males off. Thus, the smaller males get to mate with the females too.

Bob thought of something then. It was so strange, that he tried to push it out of his head. But the thought just wouldn't go away: his life could change to be just like the fish. Margaret was the desirable female, who was with the large, territorial male. But if Bob could be like the pretender male bluegill, he would be able to be near Margaret, right under Mike's nose! He might even be able to move in, and make Mike support him. What a sweet deal that would be! All he'd have to do is disguise himself as a female, and convince Margaret to go along with the plan.

He got up, leaving the barber shop behind. He needed to speak to Margaret, and see if she would go for the idea. It would be tough to disguise himself (as well as hard to imagine living like that), but the rewards would be fantastic. He'd get Margaret, he wouldn't have to work anymore, and everything would be all set for him. He smiled. "Operation Bluegill" as he dubbed it was ready to start.

 

* * *

 

Bob spent a day shopping, and put everything together. He shaved his legs, his arms, his chest and his armpits. He practiced with the makeup a dozen times until he got it right. He put on long acrylic fingernails, and painted them bright pink. He put on pantyhose, a bra and a dress. He stuffed the bra full, then put on the wig he had bought. Then he forced his feet into the little shoes with the small heel.

He grabbed the purse he had bought, and got in his car. He drove near Mike's place, and waited at the side of the road until he saw Mike drive off for his nightly trip to the bar. Now was the time. He walked up to the front door, and did the bravest thing in his life. He rang the doorbell, and waited for Margaret to answer.

"Hello" said Margaret.

"Hi there, Margaret" replied Bob.

Margaret stared at him, then took a step back when she realized who it was that she was looking at.

"Bob? What the h#*$ do you think you are doing?"

"I'm not Bob. I'm Sally" he replied.

"Well then *Sally*, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to make an offer to you" said Bob.

"And what would that be?" she replied, as she showed him in, and had him sit down on the couch.

Bob explained it all. He had an idea that would profit them both.

"Tell him I'm your cousin" he said. "Tell him that I'm here for a few months to get a job, and could I please stay with you two for a while."

He went on to explain that Margaret would benefit from him being there. He'd split the housework with her, freeing her up to do whatever she wanted all day. And they could make love all the time. He knew how to satisfy her. He would do things to her that she told him Mike would never do. He would go down on her. He would touch her in special ways. He was tender, whereas Mike was rough (as she told him).

The idea of having an affair under Mike's nose was appealing in a way. Especially when it meant that Margaret would only have half as much housework to do every day! But it all sounded so wild and crazy.

"You're nuts" she said.

But Bob wasn't deterred.

"If you help me do a better job with my disguise, we can pull this off" he said. "Think about it! We'd be so happy. You'd have the security of Mike, but me to satisfy you. I'd have a place to live, and I could devote my time to making things better for you, like with the housework. We would both be happy and together."

"This is an awful lot to think about" said Margaret. "I tell you what. I'll think about it for a day, then I'll come by tomorrow, to your place, and we'll talk. Okay?"

"Great" said Bob.

"Good night. *Sally*" said Margaret.

"Good night, my dear sweet cousin" replied Bob.

"Get out of here!" said Margaret, laughing. Bob had some nerve!

He drove home, hoping that nobody who knew him would see him in his current getup, dressed like a girl. He got home safely, and took everything off. What a fool he was. Margaret would never go for it. He was stupid to think that she would. He sighed. Oh well, he had tried his best.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Bob heard the knock at the door, and was excited to see Margaret had dropped by to see him, just as she had promised. She was carrying several shopping bags. Bob's heart raced. It looked like she was going for it!

"Hey" he said, opening the door to let her in.

"Hey yourself" she replied, as she set down the bags and kicked off her shoes.

"So, what's up?" said Bob, impatient to find out. No time for idle chit-chat.

"I decided that we'll give it a try. But if you're going to move in with us, and pretend you're a girl, you had better be convincing. Mike would kill me if he suspected! And you too. You realize that, don't you? If we get found out, he'll pound you so hard...."

"I get the picture" replied Bob.

He knew what the stakes were. He was willing to take the chance, if it meant that he'd get Margaret.

"So what do I have to do?" he asked her.

"Well, first of all, we'll need to work on your looks some. Go put on your panties and your bra, then come back in here.

Bob scooted off to put them on. He would feel silly standing in them in front of Margaret, but they had been lovers before, and they would be lovers again now. He had better get used to dressing like a girl in front of her. He'd be doing it a lot in the future.

He returned to find that she was unpacking the bags, sorting things into neat piles.

"First of all, you did a lousy job stuffing your bra last night. It was uneven. So I bought you these."

She handed him a pair of large fake breasts, which he stuffed into his bra. It felt kind of intimidating to look down and see realistic breasts sticking out of his chest, held in by a lacy bra. But it was his disguise to get him into the door, and into Margaret's pants.

"Then you don't have any curves. So you need to wear this."

She handed him a girdle. It looked like it had extra padding in the rear to help shape his butt. Then it narrowed down at the waist, which would help shape his body like that of a woman. It was very tight and hard to get into. He had to hold his breath as Margaret got the back closed tight. He looked in the mirror. It did make it look like he had some curves. Nothing as sweet and pretty as Margaret's of course, but enough to help make him passable.

"Nobody wears a dress like you had on, unless its a fancy cocktail party. So I bought you a bunch of outfits. And you're about the same size as me, so you can wear my old hand-me-downs too."

She put Bob into a striped skirt and a pink top, with layers of ruffles around the boobs, helping to draw attention to them. Somehow, this outfit made Bob feel very small and weak. The dress last night had been bad enough, but somehow this outfit was so feminine that it made him feel less of a man by wearing it. But he had to remind himself that the purpose of all this was to get into bed with Margaret. It would be worth it.

Next, Margaret started to pluck Bob's eyebrows.

"Hey, then I'll look like a girl even when I'm going out as a guy."

"I've got news for you Sally. You're not going out as a guy. Do you want to get caught? Don't you think that someone will tell Mike that a guy is coming and going from his house when he's at work? No way. If you're doing this, you're a full time girl. Now sit still, and quit squirming.

"Now for your hair" said Margaret.

"I've got a wig" said Bob.

"A cheap wig, that looks like a wig. A dead giveaway. No, your hair is moderate length. I can make it look pretty. If you want to let it grow out, you can. But for now, you're a short haired girl."

"But it won't hide my face enough!" protested Bob. "And I'll look too much like myself!"

"Don't worry. Leave it to me. And I'm dying your hair blonde. That will make you not look like you!"

Margaret set off working on Bob's hair. It took some time with cutting, curling, and changing color. But when she was done, Bob had to admit that his hair looked pretty. And between his new eyebrows, the jewelry she put on him, and the new hairstyle, he no longer looked like himself. He looked more and more female.

"Don't worry Sally. He'll never know who you used to be."

The words 'used to be' rang in Bob's ear. Like he was no longer Bob. Now he was Sally.

 

Margaret painted Bob's nails, telling him again that the fake ones he had on before *looked* fake.

"Do you want to look like someone who is trying to fake being a woman? Or do you want to look like a woman?" asked Margaret, after he protested again.

Then she set about working on him, teaching him the proper way to walk, to sit, to laugh, to talk.

"Remember, if Mike even suspects for a moment that you are Bob, you're dead meat. So don't forget what I'm telling you!"

She had Bob's full attention. He listened and learned.

 

* * *

 

"Mike, this is my cousin Sally that I told you about" said Margaret.

Mike looked Bob right in the eye, then looked down at his boobs. Bob felt relieved, but also felt put off that this big strong guy was staring at his chest like that. It made him feel sort of vulnerable and weak. He didn't like that at all.

"Nice to meet you. Margaret has told me so much about you!" said Bob.

"Just stay out of my liquor" said Mike.

He then turned to Margaret.

"And she's only here for a few weeks? I'm not running a hotel for indigents" he said.

"She's just here for a few weeks honey. I promise, she won't be any trouble."

"If she is, she's gone. You hear me?" said Mike.

"Oh thank you honey" said Margaret, kissing Mike on the cheek. The sight made Bob want to throw up. He hated when he saw them together. When Mike put his arm around her, part of him wanted to kill Mike, and tear him limb from limb. But of course, Mike was big, while Bob was small and weak. And now, he was dressed up like a girl, and it was hard to take a deep breath, because the girdle was so tight.

But he had done it. He was in.

 

* * *

 

The next morning, as soon as Mike pulled out of the driveway to go to work, Bob emerged from his room. He was dressed in a pair of his blue jeans, and a tee shirt.

"What do you think you're doing!" shouted Margaret.

"What's wrong?" said Bob.

"First of all, I told you that you can't dress up as a man around the house!"

"You said I can't go out like a man."

"Or around the house! What if Mike came home unexpectedly? What if for some reason he took a peek into your room? If he saw you, you and I are both dead! I'm not putting up with this. Either you dress up like a girl again, all the time, or you're out of here. I'm putting my neck out for you on this, and you're taking a chance like this?"

"I'm sorry" said Bob meekly, as he retreated to his room. It was only later when he emerged as Sally, wearing a housedress and sandals, that Margaret was civil to him again.

 

Bob started out by keeping his promise. He asked Margaret what needed to be done around the house, and set off to do the chores. They were all pretty easy, but there were a lot of things that needed to be done. So Bob vacuumed, washed the dishes, and wiped down the inside of the refrigerator, while Margaret watched a movie on HBO. Then he stripped the bed and did a load of laundry, while Margaret read her magazine.

"I thought we were going to split things fifty-fifty" he said.

"We will" she replied. "But I wanted you to learn the whole routine at first. Once things settle down, we'll share the load."

"Okay" said Bob, as he folded the towels he had just pulled from the dryer. He checked off the items from the list, and contemplated the myriad of other chores still waiting for him to do. He took a deep breath, and got back to work on it.

 

That afternoon, at 3:30, Margaret finally did something that Bob had been waiting for all day; she took him by the hand to the room where he was staying, and pulled him over to the bed.

"Will you go down on me, like you used to?" she said.

"Sure thing!" said Bob, eager to please her. Now the fun would begin. He got on his knees, and licked his lips as Margaret lifted up her skirt, and slid down her panties. Soon his face was buried in her, as he worked her with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure, and Bob was totally aroused. He couldn't wait for his turn.

When Margaret finally had enough, Bob got up and wiped his face off. Her juices and his drool were running down his chin. Margaret giggled, and he smiled back as he wiped himself off.

Suddenly, the ring of a cell phone cut off Bob's imagination. Margaret picked up her phone, and answered it.

"Hello? Why hi honey! Yes, I'm working on that right now. Sure. Great! I'll see you then. I love you! Bye."

"What's up?" asked Bob.

"Mike wants the chicken for dinner, instead of going out like we planned on. He's going to be home in less than an hour, so we had better get cooking *now*. We don't have time to spare. If dinner isn't ready when he gets home, he is very mad."

"What about me?" said Bob, disappointed.

"There will be plenty of time! You're not just here for one day, right? Now come on, and let me teach you how to cook. Its important for a woman to understand that too, you know."

Bob lowered his head. She was right. His gratification would have to wait. He went to the bathroom to wash up, fix his hair, and head to the kitchen so he could start to learn more about cooking.

 

* * *

 

The next day was no better for Bob. Again, he worked hard all day. He was aching now from scrubbing the floor, and even the two aspirins that Margaret gave him didn't do much to help his sore muscles.

"Better take a few extra" said Margaret, handing over two more of the little white pills.

"I need to go out for a smoke" said Bob.

"Now Sally, remember, we talked about this. Mike doesn't allow smoking in the house. You smell like smoke you know, after you've had one. Even outside. So you can't do that anymore."

"But I *need* a cigarette" he said.

"That's why I got you these. I went out while you were scrubbing the tub."

Margaret had a box of 'the patch'. She took one out, and put it on Bob's back shoulder for him.

"There, now you'll get a slow steady dose, and you'll be over your urges in no time."

 

The next day sucked too, from Bob's point of view. He was stuck working around the house, while Margaret

ran out.

"I have an appointment with my gynecologist. You're welcome to join me, if you want her to examine you too."

"No!" said Bob.

"Oh come on. You just put your feet into the stirrups, and the looks at your..."

"I think I'll polish the floor" said Bob.

"Okay, your choice" signed Margaret. She drove off. leaving Bob to work.

 

Margaret got home late from the grocery shopping, so it was time to cook dinner for Mike when she returned. That meant no sex that day either. But Bob wasn't too worried. There would be plenty of time for that. He was getting settled into the routine of living at a new house, and he was very sore again from all the chores. He told Margaret that even with the aspirin he was sore, so she gave him six of them this time.

"Here sweetie, you should take a vitamin too" said Margaret, handing a pink pill out of a bottle to Bob.

"These are pink. What kind of vitamins are these?" he said.

"They're marketed for women. But you know how it is. Vitamin C or D is the same, whether you're a man or a woman. I think they just use different proportions or something."

"Oh, okay" said Bob, gulping down the little pink pill. It was nice of Margaret to be concerned about his health, and from that night on, he always took his pink vitamin pill after dinner, as she did.

 

When the meal was over, while Bob was clearing the table while Mike finished his desert, Margaret excused herself to go to her room. Bob had the next load of dishes in his hand, when suddenly Mike pinched his butt! He jumped in the air at the surprise, which caused Mike to laugh out loud.

"Don't break any of my dishes Sally, or you'll have to work off the cost of them" he said sternly. He was staring at Bob's fake boobs again. Bob felt a sinking sensation in his stomach, as he realized that Mike *wanted* him. That wasn't part of the deal! He was there to get into Margaret's pants, not to have a guy drool over him. Mike got up, put his hand on Bob's butt, and looked like he was about to kiss him. Bob needed to back Mike off, before he made another advance.

"Not tonight sweetie, I'm on my period" said Bob.

That got Mike to back off. Whew! He had to remember that one, in case of emergency again!

 

* * *

 

Mike was home all day Saturday and Sunday, so Bob never got time alone with Margaret, except for when they worked outside in the garden. It was a lot of fun to hang out with her though, spend time with her, and just talk. Bob was really getting to know her. And he felt even more in love with her now than before. He wanted her so bad! He had to keep reminding himself that they would soon be together in bed.

But Mike took off Monday too, so now it was a third day in a row that Bob didn't get any free time with Margaret. He was getting frustrated. He grumbled to himself as they sent him to the store to buy milk, eggs, and a few other things that they were running low on. He had to go out as 'Sally' of course, making it his first time in public as a woman. But he was pretty much used to it from around the house. After having Mike stare at his boobs, what difference did it make if some stranger did it too? Like the young bag boy at the grocery store. Bob felt sick as he tried to get a look down Bob's blouse. If only he knew the truth!

Margaret gave Bob his task for the day: weeding the garden. That meant going around on his hands and knees, pulling out weeds. It was hot, hard work, which Bob didn't look forward to.

"Mike is taking me out to lunch. See you when we get back sweetie."

So now he was alone, dressed as a woman, doing Margaret's housework. This was starting to look like less and less of a good deal. Bob wiped the sweat from his brow, and though back about his time at Margaret's house. So far, he hadn't even gotten her in bed once! Had had pleasured her, but he never got anything back.

So when he was done, after he showered, he decided that he needed to get a release for himself. He went to his bedroom, got out a towel, and decided to make himself come into it. He laid on his back, and though of Margaret being naked in the room with him. He stroked himself, but for some reason, he couldn't get hard.

He was very frustrated. It must be all the tension and the stress. It was getting to him. He put away the towel, and went to the cupboard for some aspirin. His legs and back ached after all that yard work. Now he was bored, so he looked around for something to do. There wasn't anything good on TV at that time of day, and he was very tired of housework. So all he could find was Margaret's magazines. He sat down to read articles on techniques for applying makeup, and how to do your hair. At least these would come in handy, if he was to keep up his illusion of being a woman.

 

* * *

 

Finally, it was a day that Mike was out of the house! After doing their work for the day (Margaret actually helped out this time), both she and Bob showered to clean off their sweat. Bob had to shave his legs and chest; they were getting some stubble.

After dressing back up, he wanted to get some aspirin. His nipples were aching today, probably because he was wearing the fake breasts all the time, and they were pressing against him. He itched under the bra too. He was very tired of wearing one. He ate lunch with Margaret, and they chatted as they finished up, then took their vitamins.

"Look Margaret, I've been here how long?" said Bob.

"A week or so" she replied.

"And we haven't really been in bed yet. That's the whole reason I'm here, remember?"

"I'm so sorry. Its just the way things worked out. But we'll have lots of time to ourselves. Do you want to do something right now?"

"Oh yes!" said Bob.

"Okay. Let me brush my teeth, then I'll meet you in your bedroom."

Bob decided to brush his teeth to, so he'd have better breath. Then he went to his bedroom and waited for Margaret. She walked in, and locked the door. She slipped out of her skirt, and was naked from the waist down already.

"Will you go down on me?" she said. "You know how I love it when you do that."

"Of course" said Bob smiling. Now they were getting somewhere.

After some touching and some kissing, Bob worked his way down Margaret's body, until he reached her middle. She laid back on the bed, and spread her legs wide open, giving him access to her. He put his head down, and started to touch her the way she liked, as he went to work with his tongue. Margaret had three orgasms before he was done.

"Now it's your turn" said Margaret finally. "I want to feel you deep inside me. Climb on."

She spread her legs wider apart, ready for Bob.

"I'm not hard yet" he said.

"But I'm ready for you lover!" replied Margaret.

Bob touched himself, trying to get himself hard. He looked at Margaret sexy naked body. But he wasn't able to get physically aroused.

"Hurry love. I'm all wet, and I want you inside me" said Margaret.

But Bob was still limp. Margaret's face turned to a pout.

"You don't think I'm pretty anymore" she said.

"No!" replied Bob. "I want you!"

"Your lips say yes, but your body says 'no'. Now you've upset me. I'm not in the mood anymore."

She closed her legs, and sat up.

"No, please! Give me a chance!" said Bob, who was trying desperately to touch himself and get hard.

Margaret stood up and pulled her panties on. Bob felt completely crushed as she continued to dress.

"I don't know why I didn't perform today" he said. "I love you Margaret! I want you so much!"

"We can try again tomorrow" she said.

At least that gave him some hope!

 

* * *

 

The next day, Margaret seemed a little cool to Bob. She was probably upset still about his inability to perform in bed. How could she think that it was because he didn't want her? What went on in a woman's mind? He didn't understand the logic behind her conclusion.

But he was also concerned about himself. That made two days in a row that he had a problem getting it up. That had never happened to him in all his life. He decided that it must have something to do with having to dress up as a woman all day. That must have been crushing his male ego, making it hard to perform in bed. He would have to just try harder today.

However, in bed, he had the same problem again. He went down on Margaret, and made her come several times. But himself, he was unable to even get a tiny rise from his manhood. It just sat there limp and small. Bob felt completely crushed now. He felt a tear well up in his eye.

"Oh great, now you're crying like a woman too" said Margaret.

"What do you mean?" replied Bob.

"I've seen how you're looking at my husband. I think that you didn't come here to get *me*. I think you came here so you could be with *him*. You're trying to steal my husband from me, aren't you!"

"No! That's crazy!" said Bob. "I don't want a man! I'm a guy! How could I want to be with another guy?"

"You're a guy? I'm not so sure anymore. I think you're really a woman, and this was all a fancy plan to get yourself a man. If you think that I'm going to let you take my husband away from me, you've got another thing coming."

"Now hold it" said Bob. "Look at me! Your husband wouldn't want me. I'm a guy. He wants *you*. You are a woman. That's what he wants."

"I'm not so sure. He's 'bi' you know. I married him, hoping I could change him. But he's been with men before. He wants you all right. A wife can tell."

"Look Margaret. There is no way that I would ever want to be with him, okay? I am here for *you*, so we can make love every day."

"Then prove it to me! Why don't you get aroused when we're together? Do you know how that makes me feel? My body isn't sexy to you anymore. I think you should leave and go home."

"I let my apartment go. I can't leave now. I'd need a week to find a new place, and get everything set."

"Then I'm stuck with you for a while longer" said Margaret. "At least make yourself useful and start getting things ready for dinner."

 

* * *

 

Bob was miserable now. Margaret thought he didn't want her. He felt so upset inside! He never remembered feeling such strong emotions in his life. He was upset at himself for not being able to perform. He was upset with Margaret for thinking that way about him. He was upset with Mike, because the man *wanted* him. The plan was going horribly wrong.

Bob took the bus to the storage facility where he had his things. He was going to take out his birth certificate and some other records he would need to rent a new apartment. He looked at his pass, for storage room number 114. But when he arrived, there was trouble.

"I'm sorry Ma'am" said the security guard. "Your name is not on the list for that storage room. Only approved people can enter."

"But I have the pass!" said Bob, realizing that in his current outfit, the guard thought he was a woman, not himself. It would be too embarrassing for him to admit that he was really a man. The guard would tell everyone that he, Bob, was a man who dressed up as a woman. He would have to come back later.

"Ma'am, it is company policy. I need to take that pass from you. You're not on the list so you can't keep it."

"But what about when I, I mean Bob, wants to come back to get in?"

"If he's on the list, we can verify his ID from his drivers license, and give him a replacement pass."

"All right" said Bob, defeated. He had enough money in his purse to get back to Margaret's house. He would have to put on his own clothes, and try again later.

 

When Bob got home, he looked for his own clothes.

"Margaret, where are my clothes? I need them and my wallet."

"I hid them" said Margaret. "I didn't want Mike to stumble on them by accident."

"Where are they hidden?"

"At my friend Jenny's house."

"Call her. I need them."

"Oh yeah, she's on vacation in Florida this week."

"So how do I get my things? I can't rent an apartment if I don't have access to my wallet and stuff."

"Well, I guess you're stuck here for a while longer" said Margaret sadly.

 

* * *

 

The days went by slowly. Bob felt like a virtual slave. He couldn't leave, not without everyone in the world finding out that he was pretending to be a woman now. Margaret was making him do all her work now, while she sat and watched TV. At least it kept him busy, and made the time go a little faster.

He ached all over. He was about to give up on the aspirin. They didn't do anything to help all the aches and pains he was feeling. His nipples were getting all swollen and sore, probably from the fake boobs rubbing against them all day he decided. That and the fact that his bra felt a lot tighter the past few days.

He was all upset, and he cried a lot now. Not only wasn't he able to get hard anymore, when he looked at Margaret, who he had only very recently been deeply in love with, he didn't even feel attracted anymore. What was wrong with him? He felt trapped, but there was nothing he could do. He was stuck being Sally for a while longer.

 

Margaret acted very strange to him that night while they ate the dinner that Bob had taken hours to cook. She didn't even look at him. It was as if she didn't want to make eye contact with him at all. Mike on the other hand was staring at him all the time now, making him feel uncomfortable.

After Bob cleared the table and did the dishes, he brought a drink out to Mike who was sitting in his easy chair.

"Sit on the couch" ordered Mike.

Bob meekly obeyed him (as usual) and sat down. Margaret was standing, looking down at him.

Mike sipped his drink a few times, then picked up a magazine from the lamp table. Bob was proud that the table was dusted, so Mike wouldn't get all mad at him for not keeping a clean house. He watched as Mike flipped through the pages. Bob squinted a bit to see the title on the cover. Field and Stream.

"Do you like fishing Sally?" said Mike.

"Not really" replied Bob.

"That's too bad, because there is a really interesting article on bluegills" he said.

Bob froze. Bluegills? That was the d*$& fish that gave him the whole stupid idea in the first place.

"Yes?" he said, quietly.

"You see" said Mike, "some bluegill males are big and strong, like me. But some of the little puny ones try a different tactic. They look like females, so they can sneak in when the big males aren't watching. Then they try to mate with the real females. Isn't that interesting?"

"I guess" said Bob. Did Mike realize what was going on?

"The only problem for these puny fakers" said Mike, "is that sometimes the big males try to mate with them. Of course, they won't produce any little fish that way, but hey, males get horny. You know what I mean?"

Mike was looking right at him. He knew! Bob wanted to die.

"Please" he said.

"Its time for you to mate with the *real* male around here, Sally" said Mike.

"No!" said Bob.

"You will obey my orders around this house!" he said sternly.

Margaret walked to Mike's side, and put her arm around him.

"I love my big, strong man" she said. "He can please me in bed. Not like a little sissy boy, who can only satisfy a girl with his tongue. I need a *real* mean to love."

 

Bob was trembling. So Margaret was against him now too!

"You see" said Mike, "Margaret has tried to make me go straight, to forget about boys. But I can't. So when you offered to come join our household as a woman, I figured you could satisfy us both. You can give me what I need in bed, so that I don't have to be unfaithful to my wife. And you can be her slave during the day, so she doesn't have to work so hard around the house."

"I'm leaving" said Bob. "Right now."

"I don't think so" said Mike. "You will *not* disobey me! Now sit down!"

Bob felt so weak! He felt so passive, he just couldn't fight. He sat down.

"You see, female hormones, when administered in very high doses, tend to change male behaviors" said Mike.

"What hormones?" replied Bob.

"Those weren't aspirin honey" said Margaret. "They were *estrogen*."

"And your vitamins? They're birth control pills, the same as Margaret takes" added Mike.

"Oh yes, and the patch? That's a birth control patch too, giving you even more female hormones. All those hormones change your brain. They change your body."

"You can't get it up anymore, can you? That's because all the *female* hormones rule your system now. You're no longer a real man. You're becoming a woman." said Mike.

"When I said the patch would get rid of your urges, I didn't mean the urge to smoke. I meant the urge to be with a woman. You've lost your maleness now love. You're on your way to being a girl."

"You are mine now" said Mike. "During the day, you're Margaret's slave. But at night, sometimes I'll take you into my bed when I feel the need for you."

"You cannot leave us" said Margaret.

"We have your driver's license, and all your things kept safe where you can't get at them. I sold off your belongings, and kept the money. You have nothing now. You are nothing."

"You are no longer a man" said Margaret.

"And you are *mine*" said Mike.

Bob trembled as the realization of his situation set in. No! It had gone all wrong!

"How did you know?" he said meekly.

"Margaret told me. She loves me, and she told me that you wanted to sneak in and take her. So I put together the plan, and you fell right into my trap. From now on, you are Sally, all the time. There is no more Bob. You are a girl, and your name is Sally."

"Soon, you'll have real boobs" said Margaret, "as the hormones kick in. You won't need your falsies anymore. You're going to be stacked."

"And you'll be mine in bed. Starting now" said Mike.

He held out his hand, grabbing Bob roughly by the wrist and pulling him up.

"Some on Sally, let me make you a real woman" said Mike.

Bob could only look helpless, as Mike pulled him towards the bedroom. He looked back at Margaret, who was smiling at him. She winked, and licked her lips. She silently lipped the words "he's big", and held her hands out to show Bob what Mike's size was.

"Come on Sally, quit your stalling. You can have your woman talk with Margaret later" said Mike.

Bob felt himself get pulled into the bedroom, and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the door shut closed. He couldn't fight Mike. He couldn't resist him. He had no choice but to lay down on the bed, and begin his new life......

  

  

  

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