Buds

by Jennifer White

 

Bill was hanging out at the bar, watching the football game.

"Oh, I can't believe he missed another easy kick!" he said out loud, as his favorite team missed yet another chance to score.

"It's like they're not even trying anymore" said the guy sitting next to him.

"You've got that right."

They clinked beer mugs, drained their glasses, and ordered another round.

"I'm Bill."

"Adam. Nice to meet you."

Bill had found a drinking buddy who felt just like he did about the local team. By the end of the night, they were talking like old friends. They shot a round of pool before heading home.

"Hey, give me a ring if you ever want to hang out or something" said Adam.

"Yeah, sure" replied Bill, scribbling his number on a napkin.

"See ya around."

Bill nodded, and headed home to sleep off the alcohol in his system. He'd have a huge hangover in the morning. He was sure of it.

* * *

 

About a week later, Bill was putting away the leftover pizza from dinner into his refrigerator, when the phone rang.

"Bill here" he said.

"Hey Bill, it's Adam" said the voice on the phone.

It took Bill a second to think. Then he remembered: the guy from the bar the other day. Oh yeah, him.

"He bud" he said. "What's up?"

"Well, I just got my new hi-def big screen TV delivered today, and I wanted to see if you wanted to catch the game tonight. I've got surround sound and everything."

"Whoa, sounds cool!" said Bill. "Where do you live? I'll bring the beer."

Adam gave him directions, and in twenty minutes, Bill arrived at his door, with a 12-pack of ice cold beer.

"Wow, what a system!" he said, as he sat down to watch the game on the big screen TV. The sound was so good, it felt like you were right on the field with the players. The picture was so sharp and so clear, it put his 36 inch TV at home to shame.

Bill talked with Adam during the commercials, and together they drank quite a bit of the beer.

"How about a shot?" asked Adam, at half-time.

"Sure" said Bill.

The problem with beer was that by the time you got drunk, you were too full. Shots helped out, so you'd get smashed faster.

Adam returned with two tumblers of a clear liquid. The clinked glasses, and downed the shots. It burned going down, so a beer chaser was needed. They had a second round of shots before the game started up again, and of course several more beers.

 

Bill woke up and looked around. His head hurt, and he felt sick to his stomach. It took a minute to get his senses back together again enough to remember where he was. At Adam's place. He was on the couch in the livingroom.

"I must have drank way too much last night" he said, sitting up, and feeling his head throb.

"Look who's up" said Adam. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"What time is it?" said Bill.

"Oh, about ten. You really slept that one off, didn't you?"

"I'm hurting, man. I should have slept it off some more."

Adam got him some aspirins and a glass of water. Bill drank it down, but felt for a moment like he was going to throw up. It took twenty minutes before he felt like he could stand up.

"Lets go grab some breakfast. Some food will make you feel better" said Adam.

They went over to the local diner, and ordered bacon and eggs.

"I like this places. They have a couple of waitresses who are really hot" said Bill, pointing to the cute blonde behind the counter.

Adam nodded and smiled. The little redhead came over, and the guys ordered their meals.

"I don't remember anything from last night" said Bill. "It's really strange. We were drinking and watching the game, and next thing I know, I woke up."

"Huh. You were partying away, having a good old time. Then you said you were too smashed to drive home, and asked if you could sleep on the couch. I was pretty buzzed myself, so I went to bed too. I'm surprised you can't remember it though."

"Yeah, it's a mystery to me. Just a total blank."

The food arrived, and Bill didn't think anymore about the previous night.

* * *

 

A week later, Bill had Adam over to his place for some drinks, and then they went out to meet up with some friends at a local pub for a darts tournament. They exchanged some emails during the week, and then decided to hang out at Adam's again to watch the football game. The local team was fighting for a playoff berth, and it was an important divisional game this week. Adam's high-tech setup was the best place to watch it, since you couldn't get tickets. It had been sold out for weeks.

Bill arrived at Adam's place, again bringing beer. He decided to go easier on the shots this time though, so there wouldn't be a repeat incident.

"Hey, don't drink from the bottle" said Adam. "I've got some new frosty mugs in the freezer. Beer is better out of a frozen mug."

"Cool" said Bill.

Adam came back in a few moments with the beer in a frosty mug. They clinked glasses and drank. Bill limited himself to just a couple of beers, and declined the shots. The game was close, and both guys were really into it.

It was the forth quarter, and a close game, but Bill was starting to feel really sleepy. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open. Everything became a blur, and Bill slumped to the floor.

Bill was all but passed out. He was barely conscious, mumbling from time to time. Adam moved him to the couch, propped him up, and went to work.

 

When he was done, Bill's mind had blocked out the past four hours of training, just as Adam had ordered it to. Between this and the last session, he was ready for the next step. Yet he would wake up with nothing more than a headache, and no memory of what was just done to him. He never had detected the secret drugs that had been in the ice on his glass, nor did he noticed when they kicked in. It was all a blank to him.

* * *

 

Bill was kicking himself for having fell asleep during the big game. Here he was on the couch again, with the bad headache again, and he was embarrassed. His friend Adam was going to think he was a fall-down drunk.

He got up, took some aspirin for his throbbing head, got dressed, and went home.

 

The next day, Bill was out shopping for groceries. He went down the various aisles of the store, picking up a few things he needed for around the house. Then he went home and unpacked them.

After putting away the food, he went to put away the soap and things he had bought for the bathroom. He took out the bar of soap, to put it in the shower. It was pink, and it smelled like flowers. He wondered why he had bought that kind. He normally got whatever was on sale though, so he must have grabbed it because it was cheap.

He then put away a few other things, and then came to a pack of shavers he had bought. They were pink disposable ones. He stared at the shaver for a second. He didn't remember going out to buy shavers. Why had he got these?

But as he held the pink shaver in his hand, Bill's mind filled with an image. His legs. They looked all yucky covered with hair, like some furry animal. He *had* to rid himself of that hair. He just *had* to get it off of himself.

He started the shower, and got in. As if it was a normal part of his daily hygiene routine, Bill shaved all of the hair off of his legs. He looked down at them with satisfaction. But now, it was his chest that bugged him. It was all hairy too.

But not a problem, when you have a pink shaver in your hand. He set to work, removing all of the hair from his body. He didn't even think about it as he shaved under his arms. It was just something natural to do, and it didn't seem out of place. No more than washing his hair or using the cream rinse he had just bought, to make it silky smooth and soft.

 

Bill got out of the shower, and got dressed. He put on his shorts, so that his hairless legs would be visible. He went to the phone, dialed a number, and left a message on the answering machine.

"Hey Adam, do you want to come over for dinner?" he said. "I'm in the mood to cook something. Why don't you stop by at seven?"

Then he set off to clean up his place a little, and to start cooking dinner.

 

Adam arrived at 7:00, as requested, and he was very impressed with Bill.

"Wow, you're a great cook" he said. "I had no idea."

"Aw, it's nothing" replied Bill.

"And you keep your place nice and clean. I like that."

The way Adam had looked at his legs when he arrived made him feel proud, as did his praise about the cooking. He was glad that he was impressing Adam with his domestic qualities.

Adam had brought a bottle of wine with him, and they drank a toast after dinner. Bill thought that this glass tasted a little funny, compared to the last one, but he drank it anyway.

"I know mine is really little compared to yours" said Bill, "but why don't we sit on the couch and watch it?"

He was of course referring to the TV set, but Adam smiled at the double meaning. Bill sat down next to Adam, and crossed his legs, keeping them together at the knee and the ankle. He admired how smooth they looked, as he sat next to his friend.

They watched a movie, but after a while, Bill started to feel tired. He yawned, and stretched his arms. Soon, the room was spinning, and he had entered the same semiconscious state that he had felt been in at Adam's place.

Adam smiled. It was working. Now it was time for Bill's next session. He was so easy to manipulate, now that his defenses had broken down. Adam could make him do things, and he wouldn't even realize that it wasn't his own idea. The legs were just a start.

 

When he was done, Adam went to his car, and returned with a red box, wrapped with a pink ribbon. The tag read "For Bill. Don't open until Sunday! Adam."

He placed the box next to Bill's bed, after he moved his inebriated friend there. Bill looked so helpless. He would be quite a bit more helpless looking when he saw him next, after the latest rounds of suggestions had filled his head with new thoughts, and he had acted on them.

Adam gave Bill a gentle kiss on the cheek, and left his friend asleep in bed.

* * *

 

Bill woke up feeling fine and refreshed. It was Saturday, and he could sleep in if he wanted to, but he woke up bright and early. He got dressed, and decided that he needed to go shopping.

He went to the department store, where they would have everything he needed. The girls there were all so friendly, and so helpful in assisting him in picking out the things he needed. He took them home, and put them away, everything in the proper place. And the fresh cut flowers he had bought on the way home needed to be put into vases and placed around the house after being artistically arranged.

Then he put on his new panties and his house dress he just bought, and began really cleaning. The floor needed to be vacuumed, the windows washed, and the shelves dusted. There were a million little things to do. Clean the tub. Change the bed. Make everything look nice, so that Adam would be impressed.

 

When it was all done, Bill was exhausted. He took a shower before going to bed, and shaved his legs again, to rid them of stubble. He had been doing it when needed now, as part of his daily beauty routine.

Then he put on his new pink nightie, and went to bed. Tomorrow was a big day.

* * *

 

Bill got up in the morning, and got dressed. First, he put on his new bra, after adjusting the straps for his shoulders. He realized that he felt naked without one, and he had made sure yesterday to buy enough of them to wear every day.

He put on matching panties, and then picked up the box that Adam had left for him. It was so exciting to have a gift like this! He carefully removed the ribbons and the paper, being careful not to tear it. Then he removed the top of the box, and giggled in delight when he saw what was inside.

First of all, there was a wig. It had long hair, golden and shiny, full and lush. He ran to the mirror to put it on, and to fasten it in place so it wouldn't come off.

"I'm going to let me hair grow until it looks like this" he said out loud, as he admired himself in the mirror. He hummed as he skipped back to the box to remove the next items: a beautiful pair of breast forms.

Bill squealed with delight as he held them in his hand, feeling their weight, seeing how realistic they were. He quickly stuffed his bra, then stuck out his chest so that he could admire his boobs in the mirror. They were so big, and they made him feel pretty.

Next, there was a tight black miniskirt, and a black top with lacy trim and thin straps. He put on his outfit, and admired himself in the mirror again, straightening his skirt, and wondering if it made his butt look too big.

There was a pair of high heel shoes in the box, which he removed, and put on his feet. They were *so* cute! They had pointy toes, and a really thin heel, five inches high. They looked so good on his feet!

Lastly, there was a card inside. Bill hurriedly opened it, and read what it had to say.

 

Love,

You are Jenna now. Your past is forgotten, and you can only think of our growing love for each other. I want to see you looking all pretty when I come over today. I love you Jenna. You are a woman now, and you are mine. Always remember that.

Yours always, Adam.

 

Jenna smiled, and held the card close to her heart. Adam wanted her to look pretty when he arrived, and she had a lot of work to do. She pulled out the cosmetics she had bought the day before, and went to work.

She put on foundation, blush, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipgloss, perfume, and all sorts of powders and creams. She put in her earrings, attached her acrylic nails, and painted them a festive red.

Then she did her toenails, so their bright color could be shown off with the cute open toed high heeled shoes that Adam had bought for her. She scurried into the livingroom, preparing for her lover to arrive.

 

When Adam knocked on the door, Jenna's heart was racing. He had arrived! She was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She hurried to the door, trying not to look like a silly little girl. She wanted to look cool and composed, like a *woman*. She was a woman, not just a girl anymore.

Adam smiled when she opened the door, and her heart just melted as he handed her the dozen red roses. Jenna hurried to put them into a vase with water, to keep them fresh and nice.

Then Adam handed her a jewelry box, which she opened. She gasped when she saw the pearl necklace, and the matching pearl bracelets.

"You got all this for me?" she said.

"Yes my love" he replied. "Go ahead, put it on for me. I want to see how pretty you look in them."

Jenna put the necklace on, and then the bracelets. She felt so pretty in them. And they showed that Adam loved her. That was even more important.

"Oh I just love them! Thank you so much!" she said, giving him a hug.

"Jenna, have a seat on the couch" said Adam, motioning to her.

Jenna took a seat, and gazed into his eyes.

"Look right into my eyes. Do not break your glance or look away. You feel relaxed. You feel calm. You feel happy. Take deep, slow breaths, and concentrate on the relaxing feeling that is sweeping over you..."

Within a few minutes, Bill was fully in a trance. His defenses were fully down. Now Adam could complete his work of creating a new personality with him.

He had been building 'Jenna', ever since that first night when he drugged Bill, to make it easier to get past his conscious mind. And with the second session, he was able to begin convincing Bill's mind that he was really a woman.

Now it was time to seal the deal, and implant the proper suggestions. A few things here and there. First, Adam established the pecking order of the relationship.

"You are mine, completely" he said.

"I am yours" replied Bill.

"You will always obey me, in all things. In your very soul, you want nothing more than to please me. That is what is most important to you now: pleasing me."

"I want to please you" said Bill.

"Very good. Now you must understand that you are Jenna. The life you remember in the back of your mind as 'Bill' was just a dream. You are a woman now, you have always been a woman."

"I am a woman" said Bill.

"You were born female. You grew up as a girl. You became a young lady. And now, you are a woman. All your life you have been completely female. You were never a man. *Never*. The thought of being a man repulses you. You are *glad* that you are a woman."

"I am glad that I am a woman" echoed Bill.

"You will always think of yourself as 'she' and her'. You want to be pretty. You are Jenna, and you have always been Jenna. You are a girl. You are a lady. You are a chick. You are a woman. You are Jenna, and you have *always* been Jenna."

"I am Jenna. I have always been Jenna" replied Bill. In his own mind now, he was fully convinced that he was a woman, and that his name was Jenna. He thought of himself as female now.

"Jenna, you are a woman. You will always dress in pretty clothes, to show me that you are a woman. You like dressing up. You like being pretty. You feel naked without a bra on. You feel naked without makeup. You hate wearing pants, because you prefer being in skirts and dresses. You like to dress in a very feminine style."

Adam continued on, programming Jenna's personality. He put thoughts into 'her' head. How to talk. How to act. How to think. So many details, all flowing into Jenna's helpless head.

"You *want* to have big breasts" said Adam. "You want yours to be large, full, and real. You desire them so much that you will do anything to get them. You want to take hormones, to help them grow. You will get implants, to make them look large, right away. You want to prove to the world that you are a woman, and you want so much to have big boobs, so you can show them off to the world."

"I want big boobs" said Jenna.

"Now Jenna, let us review. You are mine."

"I am yours."

"You are a woman."

"I am a woman."

"You are *my* woman."

"I am your woman."

"You want to be pretty. You want to dress pretty. You want big boobs."

"I want to be a pretty woman, dressed up all pretty, and I want big boobs."

"Very good Jenna. You think like a woman. You feel like a woman. You act like a woman. And do you know why that is?"

"Because I am a woman!" she replied.

Adam clapped his hands, and the trance was broken.

"Jenna, I like how that tight shirt shows off your tits" said Adam.

"Oh, these are so small" she said. "I'm going to get a boob job, so they can be nice and full. I can't wait! As soon as I get the money together, I'm going to go do that."

"I can't wait to see" said Adam. "And I like your nice tight skirt."

"I love looking so sexy and pretty in it. I'm so glad you like how it looks on me" said Jenna, proudly.

"Now go cook my dinner love. And bring me a beer. The game will be on soon."

"Yes dear" said Jenna. "I'll be right back."

 

Adam was very happy. He had the ideal girlfriend now. One who would wait on him, hand and foot. One who would always wear something tight and sexy, just for him. One that would be getting a boob job.

But more than that, she wouldn't whine and nag. She'd sit there, and watch football with him. She'd bring him beers, and be glad for the chance to be in his company. She would do anything to please him.

"Jenna, my back is sore. I want you to rub it."

"Oh, can I?" she said. "That would be so great!"

Adam relaxed as Jenna began rubbing his back. He smiled. The other things they would do together that night would forever change her world. But for now, she was content to be his personal servant, providing for his every need. No real woman would ever treat him like this. So he had created one, in the image he desired.

And for her part Jenna was content. She had her man, and she was so glad to be able to do things for him to make him happy. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she knew that she was in love, and that she would do anything for her lover. Pleasing him made her happy.

 

They were a happy couple, and would be together for years and years to come.

 

The End

  

  

  

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