Bursting Out

by Jennifer White

 

As I laid there on my back, with Chuck banging me, I pretended to enjoy it, because I knew he loved it when I had an orgasm. I always took care of him, but he wasn't very eager to try the things *I* wanted. I shouldn't have kept on pretending that I liked his 'wham bam thank you Ma'am' approach to making love, but it was better than nothing.

But I was getting really tired of the way he always had to be the one in control. *He* had to always drive the car. *He* had to choose the movie or the restaurant for dinner. It all revolved around him. And I was sick and tired of it.

I tried giving him all kinds of hints, but he either ignored them, or didn't pick up on what I was trying to tell him. A lot of men are like that. A woman would pick up on it right away, but a man goes on as if he doesn't notice at all. And if you tell men something important like that more directly, they'll complain that you're nagging them. What's a woman to do?

So I sat there and let him pump until he came. Then I went to wipe myself clean, so it didn't ooze out of me when I tried to go to sleep. *He* should have to sleep on the wet spot on the bed, not me.

* * *

 

The next day, Chuck really set me off. I got him to go shopping with me, because I was going to buy a new area rug for the living room, and I wanted him to see it, and agree that he liked it. I was doing this for him, so the least he could do was to accompany me to help validate my decision. I had to almost beg to get him to turn off the stupid TV, and go shopping with me.

When we got to the store, I dragged him over to the rugs, and showed him what I had picked out. Now this was something that I was going to buy with my own money. All he had to do was tell me how wonderful it looked. Instead, he insulted me, whether he meant to or not.

"That's so impractical" he said. "Quit thinking with your tits."

I was so upset that I almost slapped him in his face. I help my composure, and told him I had to go use the ladies room. I went in, and almost burst out in tears. Did he realize what he had just said to me?

When I got back, I caught him staring at some young girls that were shopping. Staring at the breasts to be more precise. Why did guys do that? It makes a woman feel like a piece of meat or something when they ogle us like that. And him staring at other women made me feel even more insecure. It was then that I decided that I had to take action. If he was going to be like this, then it was going to be over with us. But what if I could change him? He was almost perfect for me, and I had been with him for over a year now. It is so hard to find a good man.

I decided to give him another chance. But he was going to learn a lesson. He was going to learn about women's feelings. I had an idea. I thought about it for days afterward, until I perfected my plan. If he was so hung up on tits, I would use that against him.

* * *

 

I had to wait a few days to start the plan, until I was on my period. That meant no sex for him, because even if I was really horny, he didn't want to come anywhere close to my pussy when I was 'on the rag' as he so delicately put it. That meant no sex for him, which was what I wanted.

I milked my period for all it was worth, telling him it was a really big one, and taking longer than normal to stop. When it was well over a week, he was more than ready to make love. I had him now. He would listen to me this time, because he'd be so desperate for sex.

When we got in bed, after some kissing and taking the clothes off each other, he wanted to get on top of me right away. But I told him I had a treat for him first. I made him lay down, then I started by going down on him. As I had him in my mouth, I reached up and started massaging his nipples. Gently at first, then harder and harder. They were so tiny compared to mine, but they got really hard as he got more and more aroused.

Then I moved forward, and started sucking on his nipples, while I touched his hard cock with my hand. I played with his balls, and started flicking his other nipple with my mouth, then sucking on it hard. I pinched his other nipple with my left hand as I did this.

"Oh baby" he said. "I'm so excited. I need you, now."

"Not yet" I said, and kept going at it for a while. I tried to keep him on edge, not letting him come. When I thought he was about to burst, I surprised him by straddling him with my legs, and mounting him from the top. I put my hands on his breast area, and leaned in as I rode up and down on him.

Being on top, I could control the angle he was hitting me at, and the pace. I worked him carefully, and soon I was on edge, about to have an orgasm of my own. We came together, at almost the same moment, with me pressing on his chest, pinching his nipples.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever come that hard" he said.

"You were good. Really good" I replied. "I want to do that more often. It was good for you, wasn't it?"

"Oh yes!" he said.

"Then you won't mind if we do it that way."

"No" he replied.

I smiled. He had taken his first step into my web of deceit.

* * *

 

The next night, I served wine with dinner, and got him so tired that he just fell asleep when we went to bed. Good. That would make him store up sexual tension, so that the next night I would be able to manipulate him again in the same way.

I used the same techniques on him, and continued to do so for the next few weeks. We never had sex without me on top, or without it starting by me going at his little nipples. He never realized that I was training him. He never realized what I was doing to him, or what I was going to make him into. He just enjoyed the hot sex.

 

I noticed that now when we were in bed together, all it would take to get him aroused was a light touch on his nipples. Instead of getting excited by *my* breasts, he was starting to concentrate on his own. It was a great beginning. But it was just the start.

When I hit my period, I kept training Chuck. I went down on him, and used my hands on his nipples until he came. I even swallowed, which I hated, but got him all excited for some reason. I don't think I'll never understand men. What joy can there be in seeing your partner gulp down something that tastes awful? And they don't even like to go down on us, because they don't like the taste. Humph!

* * *

 

I kept this up for a couple of months. No sex, unless it was on *my* terms. But if he was willing to do what I wanted, I never refused him. I kept him very happy. And all the while, his reactions, his emotions, his responses were all being fine tuned by me.

I was ready for a test one day. I laid out naked on the bed, and told him to do me. He started kissing me, but I noticed he was still flaccid between his legs. I didn't do anything to him, and he wasn't getting aroused.

But one touch of my hand on his nipples, and boing! He was ready in a hurry. I don't think he realized it, that he didn't get excited anymore, unless he was thinking of his nipples. Now was the time for the next phase of my plan.

I started going a lot harder and harder on his nipples. I'd pinch and twist them, or I'd bite them if I was sucking on them. Soon, I had him complaining to me about how sore and how raw they were. Perfect.

"Oh poor baby" I said, trying to sound as sympathetic as I could. "Let me get something for you."

I went to the bathroom, and emerged with a tube of breast cream. The advertisement said it would make your breasts grow, and add at least one cup size. But he didn't know what "breast cream" was. So I lied.

"This is a cream I use" I told him. "When I'm on my period, my breasts get very sensitive, and my nipples can be especially sore sometimes. This cream soothes them, and makes them feel better. Let me put some on you."

I started spreading it on his breast area.

"Just my nipples hurt. Why are you putting it on like that?" said Chuck.

"Because all the nerves connect up together. It works better this way. Trust me."

Like I was supposed to trust him, when I always caught him staring at other women, even now. Oh well. If this stuff worked like it was supposed to, no woman would come near him, once he had boobs. *Then* I'd be able to fully trust him.

* * *

 

I kept up the hard treatment of Chuck's nipples, so applying breast cream became a nightly job. Soon, I got *him* to do it, all by himself. Little did he realize what he was doing by applying a cream filled with female hormones and growth factors! And he did it every night for a month.

When my breasts began to bud when I started puberty, I remembered when they got sore, and I was itching them all the time. They were really sensitive for a while, and then I had a burst of growth. So when I saw Chuck itching his nipples constantly one night, I figured that he was about to start budding himself.

When we went to bed that night, I reached for his nipples, but he stooped my hand.

"Not tonight Sharon" he said. "My nipples are so sore. Even that breast cream of yours isn't working."

"Maybe you should use it twice a day" I said.

"I will. But tonight, I can't stand to have you touch them. Even gently."

"All right my love" I said, and I embraced him. But after a lot of heavy petting and touching each other, he wasn't able to get it up. Without focusing on his breasts, he was unable to get hard anymore. At all. And I'm sure that if there really were female hormones in the breast cream, they had to be effecting him too. So now I was going to try the most dangerous part of my plan.

"Chuck, I love touching you nipples. It turns me on so much to do that" I said.

"And it turns me on too!" he replied. "I'd love to have you do that tonight, but they're just too sore."

"And you're not getting hard" I said, trying to sound hurt. "Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do!" he protested. "I'm just used to having you get me aroused by touching my chest. But you can't do that tonight."

"I have an idea" I said, pretending that a thought just sprang into my mind. "Hang on a second."

I went to the floor where our pile of clothes we had just stripped out of laid. I picked up my bra, and walked over to him.

"I'm going to put this on you" I said. "It won't hurt. And it will make you focus on your breasts. That's what excites you, isn't it?"

"Well, yes" he said, but he was very reluctant to put it on.

"Come on, just give it a try. I bet you'll be hard in no time. Then you can make love to me."

He relented, and I put the bra around him, and closed the clasps in back. He looked very silly there in a bra, but I made a big deal about it, telling him how exciting and sexy he looked like that.

And sure enough, as it made him focus on his own breasts instead of mine, he got hard as a rock. I gave him a little bit of head, then had him lie on his back so I could be on top, as usual. I kept telling him how excited he was making me, and what a great lover he was.

When we were done, I whispered in his ear.

"That was the best sex you've ever given me. I love you big boy."

He fell asleep in my arms, still wearing the bra.

* * *

 

Now things were in a wonderful position. Bras had lost their stigma to him, having found that wearing one all night didn't kill him. Or whatever men seem to think that girl's clothes will do to them! I mean, ask you man to hand you a skirt out of the dryer. He'll hold it like it is about to explode or something. Yet he'll pick up a dead animal in the back yard like its nothing. Again, it is a complete mystery to me how they function!

So now I had him putting on breast cream twice a day. He went through a couple of tubes already, so I had to order more. And I also had him wearing a bar sometimes in bed. I didn't insist on it every night, but often enough that he was becoming used to it.

One night, I made my next move. After I got him in the bra, and got him all excited, I asked him if he'd do something for me.

"What do you want?"

"Let me put something in your bra" I said. "You've got me all hot, but I just imagine what you would look like if the cups of your bra were full. It would turn me on so much! I would do anything for you."

With a little arm twisting, I was able to get him to agree to let me stuff his bra. I took a pile of panties out of my dresser, and walked over to him.

"These are very soft and silky. They won't hurt your sensitive nipples" I said.

I stuffed his bra full to bursting, then smiled.

"Oh wow" I said. "You've got me all wet. I want you. Now!"

With that, I pushed him onto his back, and got on top. My favorite position. And I took my time, making sure to keep him on edge as long as possible. When he did finally explode inside me, you could tell that it was a big one.

I hugged him, and snuggled close. I had given him two glasses of wine with diner, so he was tired now, and fell asleep quickly. With his stuffed bra still on.

* * *

 

From time to time now, I got Chuck to wear a stuffed bra. An empty one wasn't good enough anymore. At first, it was every third time we made love. Then it was ever other. Before the month was through, we never made love unless he was wearing a bra, stuffed full to the bursting point.

I noticed a little growth in his breast area, but nothing dramatic. Maybe it was just my imagination, hoping to see some growth there. I guess the breast cream wasn't as good as the advertisement. But hey, every little bit helped.

I went to a specialty store after work on Friday, and bought something for Chuck. This store sold clothes and accessories for women who have had their breasts removed because of breast cancer (just about the most horrid disease in the world if you ask me...if it hit men as often as it did us, they would have found a cure by now!).

I bought a pair of C cup breast forms, which were very realistic looking. They had big nipples in the front, aureoles, and everything. There was a special glue that came with them, so you could wear them with only minimal support (although the saleswoman recommended always wearing a full bra with them, just in case).

When we went into the bedroom that night, after I got him all excited, and put the bra on him, I pulled out the breast forms.

"Uh...what are those?" he said.

"I'm going to stuff your bra with something else tonight" I said.

"But those have nipples on them."

"Exactly. That's what I need to *really* turn me on. It will be just like before. Only they'll look nicer for me."

He relented, and I put in the breast forms. I had chosen a bra that showed more cleavage, so we'd both get a clear look at the breast forms. And of course, I made sure to do all of his favorite things, and take a very long time to make him come, so that when he did have his orgasm, it was another big one. I'd have him addicted to those things in no time.

"These weight more" he said, noticing that they were realistic in more than just size.

"Now you'll know more how I feel" I said.

"They jiggle" he replied, noting how they moved when he moved.

"Wow" I said. "That's really hot. Do that again babe."

He did it, and I attacked him, like I was completely overcome with lust.

 

When we were done making love that night, I got him to fall asleep with his breast forms still in. I had him sleeping in a bra every now and then, so it wouldn't be too unusual for him. And all the while, he was getting used to having full heavy breasts in his bra. Wonderful!

* * *

 

Now here's another thing about guys I'll never get. They think it is *so* hot to see two women together. To me, if two guys want to get together, that's wonderful. But I don't care to see it. And if two girls are in love with each other, again, that's just wonderful for them. But it's not something that I want to see.

Now ask a guy. They'll act like two guys together is the end of the world or something. But two women together? That turns them on! They go crazy for that. How does that make any sense? How can two chicks hooking up be exciting for them? I just don't get it!

But I would use that to my advantage. Chuck had always liked reading magazines like Playboy, and he loved adult videos. I had seen him watching 'Girls Gone Wild', and such. What trash! But he was really excited if there was a scene with two of these obviously drunk (or drugged) girls together. It made me sick. It made him excited.

I mention this, because I made a mistake. I started slacking off, letting him get away without wearing his bra. And instead of the steady improvement he had been showing in terms of not having to be in control, or acting like an insensitive man, he started slipping back into his old ways. I couldn't let this happened. And now I had found a leverage point I could use to move things forward into the next phase of his training.

 

"I have a lesbian fantasy" I told him. "I saw your video the other day, with those college girls. What's it called?"

"Girls Gone Wild" he said.

"That scene with the two chick kissing, then feeling each other up? That was really hot. I've always imagined myself doing that with a girl. But I'd never cheat on you."

"I'd never cheat on you" he said.

"I know" I replied, kind of lying. I wasn't too sure. He might not cheat in *deed*, but he did cheat in his mind, and with his eyes. At least in my opinion.

"So why are you telling me?" he asked.

"Because I could never have a relationship with a girl. I'm committed to you. But its a fantasy that I can't get out of my mind. I've always really wanted it. And I was hoping you'd help me."

"How?" he said, somewhat suspicious.

"Well, you know how much you turn me on when you wear your breast forms and your bra?"

"Yes..."

"Well could you do that, but put on one of my tops over it? And maybe a skirt too? We could pretend that I see you, we rush to see each other, kiss, and feel each other up just like those girls on the video. Then we'd have hot sex. You'd get me all revved up."

"I don't know" he said.

"Please! It would be so fun for me."

"But I'd have to dress up like a woman. I don't know if I can do that."

"Would you prefer if I started see a woman on the side, so I can satisfy my needs?"
"Could I watch?"

"No. I could never be with *anyone* unless we were alone."

There, I had him. Either be my lesbian lover, or have me start seeing another woman. That would not only appeal to his inner fantasy of two women together, but it would also threaten his hold over me. Do this, or lose having me exclusively.

"Well, I guess we could try it once."

Once was a good start. The start of always.

 

I dressed Chuck up in a skirt and a cami top. He looked silly (and must have felt sillier than he looked!). We made love, and it was very satisfying for both of us. After that, I twisted his arm, and didn't let him have sex unless he was dressed up.

And every time, I made him go further. One day, I bought him a wig for example. Then clip on ear rings. Then one day I stated him on makeup and perfume. Or heels. And of course, he had to shave his legs now too. I made it more and more elaborate, until it was talking longer to get him all pretty, than it took to make love. Of course, knowing that he'd have sex, his beauty ritual was exciting him by now. I think he was enjoying it.

Now, he was getting used to it. It was becoming routine and normal after a while. And he was starting to revert in his behavior. I hoped that things could stay the way they were, but it seemed that if I didn't keep pushing him, he'd fall back into his old behavior patterns. The whole point of all this was to train him to be better. So as much as I didn't like having to do it, the time had come to turn up the heat again.

* * *

 

I used my period as an excuse not to have sex for a whole week. I could tell that he was really eager to go at it in bed. I played it out for a few extra days after I stopped, just to make sure he was extra horny.

Now I made him dress up all the way again, and had a go at my 'lesbian fantasy'. We went into the bedroom together, and started hugging and kissing. I could feel how hard he was. I told him to take off my pants, then my panties. I took off his skirt and *his* panties.

"Go down on me" I ordered. I laid on my back, and spread my legs wide. "Please. I want to feel your tongue touching me down there."

He got on his knees, and started on me. I loved this, but he would only do it on rare occasions. He was sufficiently horny today that he was willing to do this for me. Perfect. I laid there reeling from the waves of orgasms that were rolling over me. When I got too sensitive down there, I had to push him away. It took me a few moments to regain enough composure to talk! I had to really concentrate. I had a task to do.

At this point, I really wanted him inside me. I really wanted to feel him slide in and penetrate me. But I had to think about him. I had to let my personal needs fall to the side for now. His training was more important.

"Your turn" I said. He laid on his back, and spread his legs for me. And I went down on him. I started slowly and gently, and gradually built up speed. Soon, I was really going at it.

"Hold it babe, I'm about to come" he said. I knew that he wanted to be inside me too. But I wasn't going to allow that tonight. Instead of pulling off, I went at it harder. I ran my hands all over his smooth shaven legs. Then I took his hands, and held them by the wrists, not allowing him to move them. And I went even harder, sending him over the top.

"Whoa!" he said, as he exploded.

I got up, and gave him a big hug.

"Why didn't you let me inside you?" he said. "I know you wanted me."

"Because, I'm starting to think of you as a girl now. And that's how girls make love to each other."

"You think of me as a girl?"

"You should take it as a compliment."

"A compliment?"

"Yes. You're fulfilling my lesbian fantasies. You're turning out to be wonderful."

He wasn't too thrilled about that I could tell. But over the next few days, I would never let him inside me again. We had lots of sex...but never intercourse. He begged me to have 'normal' sex again (having me be on top, while he wore a stuffed bra now qualified as normal!). But I would have nothing of it.

In fact, I kept pushing. I told him that I was having trouble getting excited about having sex, because 'Chuck' was a terrible name for a woman.

"Would you mind it if I called you 'Dawn'? That would be a big help for me."

"Well, I guess..."

He had become quite a bit more passive lately. The more I pushed him, the more passive he got. And that was a good thing. I liked him a lot better like this. No more aggressive behavior. No more being a control freak. It was working wonderfully.

* * *

 

So now Chuck became Dawn whenever he dressed up. I called him by that name, and told him he was a beautiful girl.

"Oh Dawn, you are such a hot chick. You turn me on so much with those big boobs of yours. Just the thought of your sweet pussy gets me all wet. I want you so much."

Stuff like that. I even got him to dress up as Dawn one day when I was having my period. I implied that if he dressed up, I might go down on him. So now he had spent an entire night as Dawn.

"I have a present for you" I said when we went to bed that night. I handed him a nicely gift wrapped box, which he eagerly opened. Inside was a set of sexy silky pajamas. They were red, with thin little straps. Lacy trim, and a nice low cut neck.

"Put them on!" I said excitedly. "I want to see how they fit you!"

I made a big fuss over him. Next, I went down on him, making him come. Then I insisted that he put his panties back on to sleep in.

"You'd look silly wearing boxers with those" I said. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

And from then on, Chuck would be sleeping in women's pajamas. He admitted that they felt very good to wear. He was wearing women's clothes 8 hours every night now. If things stayed like they were with him, I would be content to let things stop there. But about a month later, when his old behaviors started to show up again, I knew that I had to do something else.

* * *

 

"Please Sharon, let me come inside you" he pleaded with me one nigh. "Having you go down on me is wonderful, but I need to be inside you. I can't stand not doing it that way. Please, let me do it."

I shook my head.

"I'm sorry Dawn, but I just can't do that. I think of you as a girl now, and I could never go back to being penetrated with you. I would have to pretend that you're wearing a strap-on."

"Then lets do that!" he said hopefully. "Pretend that I'm wearing a strap-on."

"Well," I started, "I could do that. But if you did me with a strap-on, I would want to do you too. Can I do *you* with a strap-on?"

"How?" he said.

I pointed to his butt.

"No way!" he said.

"Then you can't do me either" I said. "I want to feel myself inside of you. But if I can't do you, then you can't do me."

 

It took about a week, before he came to me, dressed up as Dawn, and made an offer.

"I've been thinking about what you said. And I've decided that I'll let you do me with a strap-on, if I can do you."

"Really?" I said. "You mean it?"

"Yes."

"That's wonderful news Dawn. I was hoping that you'd come around. I went out and bought one last week. Lets go to the bedroom right now."

I took 'her' by the hand, and we went into the bedroom. We sat together on the bed, and very slowly and tenderly, we began to touch each other. We went further and further, until we were both really hot. I felt myself get really wet. I really did want him inside me. But that would have to wait for a while.

Once I was naked, and he was down to just his bra and breast forms, I went to the dresser drawer, and pulled out the strap-on. I put it on, and walked over to the bed. I felt so silly to have something like that poking out from me. Is that how a man felt? Ew! I was so glad I didn't have one of these things between my legs. How could you ever wear something tight over it? You'd never be able to wear a skirt even. It would look like a tent pole pushing it out away from you.

"Its so huge" he said, as if he was afraid of it.

Its funny how a strap on scares a man like that. A fake pussy wouldn't threaten me. But a replica of a man's anatomy scares men. Go figure. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Before I get inside you, it would help if you lubricated this a little. I don't want it to hurt you."

"What do I need to do?" he said.

"Get on your knees, and suck."

You should have seen the look on his face!

"Do it!" I said. "I put you in my mouth all the time. Now it's your turn."

Reluctantly, he got on his knees. He seemed so scared! He closed his eyes.

"More baby" I said. "Put more of it in your mouth."

I thought he was going to gag or choke. I didn't push him too hard though. The worst was yet to come for him. When I decided that it was wet enough that it would slide in better, I told him to get up on the bed. I got on top of him, and did him.

I can't say that I got any pleasure from it. I had to keep telling myself that this was for him, for his training. I hoped it didn't hurt him. I could feel him melting under me, like his resistance was falling apart. When he totally collapsed, I guessed that he was crushed from the experience. I hoped he wasn't humiliated or anything. I wanted it to be a joyous experience for him to be a woman. I wanted his mind to think: being a man is bad, being a woman is good.

When I thought he had enough, I got off of him.

"Okay baby, I'm ready. Do me" I said, laying on my back, and spreading my legs wide open. I was ready for him. But there was a problem: he couldn't get it up! As much as he tried, he just couldn't get aroused.

I took the strap-on to the bathroom, and washed it off. Then I brought it back.

"If you can't get hard, use this" I said. "I want to feel you inside me baby."

So there we were, Chuck having to wear a strap-on to do me! It was hollow inside, so he was able to put his own flaccid little prick inside it, then get on top of me and start thrusting. I kept calling him Dawn, saying how much I loved 'her'. Oh, and by the way, with a strap-on that was so big, it wasn't long before I was having orgasm after orgasm.

* * *

 

After that, Chuck never asked for 'normal' sex again. He was glad to just have us go down on each other. I think he was really scared of that strap-on. I hoped I'd never have to use it again either. I hated seeing him get like that. I wondered how anyone could get off on seeing their lover suffer like that. But actually, all those times he had all but forced himself on me when *I* didn't want sex, all those times I had laid there pretending to enjoy what he was doing on top of me, he had kind of been doing the same thing to me. So at least in my mind, I had some justification.

 

I found that after the strap-on incident, Chuck was really passive now, and pretty much let me do anything I wanted. One day for an experiment, I went to him when he got dressed for work.

"Dawn, you should wear these today" I said, holding out a pair of pastel purple panties. To my surprise, he just put them on without protest, and wore them to work. And even more surprising, the next day he put on panties too, without me asking!

I had to really thing about my position now. I wanted to be very careful. If I had this kind of power over him, I didn't want to do the wrong thing and put him over the top. It had been so hard to get him to wear a bra in bed. But now, he was wearing panties every day, and just because I gave them to him in the morning once!

I realized that if I wanted to, he was in such a state that I could make him become a woman full time. But that wasn't really what I wanted. I did want *him*, but as an equal partner. The whole point of all I had done was to train him, not to turn him into a woman. I hoped that he would learn what it was that *I* went through, and have some empathy for me.

So that night, in bed, I was willing to have 'completely normal' sex. I got us both naked, him without even a bra. But he couldn't get hard. Try as I might, he couldn't get aroused.

"Can I wear my breasts?" he asked.

"Sure" I said.

"Tell me I'm pretty" he said. "Tell me I'm a woman."

I did, and soon enough he was fully aroused. He wanted *me* on top, which was fine by me. We made love, and it was great for both of us. But only now did I realize what I had done. I had crushed the male inside him, and altered him to the point where he only got aroused by feeling feminine.

In fact, he'd do things like one Saturday, where I got up early and went shopping. When I got back, he was Dawn, fully dressed, working around the house.

"Why are you doing that?" I said.

"Because the house needs to be vacuumed" he replied.

"No, why are you wearing a dress?"

"Because I wanted to. This sundress is so comfortable on me, it's my favorite."

He was being Dawn now, because he *wanted* to. I hadn't told him to. I hadn't *asked* him to. He did it on his own. It was what he wanted now. In fact, all that weekend, he stayed as Dawn, never once being 'Chuck'. And when we went to bed on Sunday, he surprised me again.

"Thank you Sharon" he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For freeing me. I was a part of him all along, but he kept me buried deep within. You gave me a name. You freed me to emerge. When I started bursting out, he tried to hold me back. But now he is too weak to do anything about it. And I rule inside."

"He?" I said, frightened.

"Yes, Chuck. He is a weak male, and unworthy of you. But now that *I* am in control, you needn't worry. I love you so much, and I want to be with you always."

I blinked. I was stunned. I had done something to Chuck, making 'Dawn' emerge within him! And 'she' had taken over now! I hadn't meant to do that at all. I had somehow turned my man into a woman inside! I was really frightened. What had I done?

"Chuck?" I said.

"Chuck is gone. He is dead to me. I am Dawn now" he said, *smiling*. "I'm so glad that I'm a woman, like you my love. I want to be just like you, in every way."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, I haven't told you this yet, but I've been taking estrogen for the past month. I got a prescription, and I'm also starting on birth control pills. I want to have *real* boobs. I might get implants, because I can't wait so long for them to grow."

"You don't mean that" I said, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"Yes I do. I've also been meeting with a plastic surgeon. I have the first operation set up for next month."

"What operation?"

"I'm going to have these removed" he said, pointing to his crotch. "They are going to create a vagina for me, but it will take several operations. I am so excited! I can't wait to be just like you."

Now I was almost in shock. Chuck was on female hormones? He was going to have a sex change operation? He wanted implants? I felt completely lost. I thought I was controlling the situation, but in fact, it was spinning further and further out of my control. What had I done?

"Please Chuck, don't do that. Lets go see a doctor, right now."

"Sharon, don't call me by that *male* name anymore. I hate it when you do that. I'm Dawn! I'm not Chuck anymore. I don't understand how you can be so hurtful. How can you accuse me of being male?"

He started sobbing! He was upset because I called him Chuck. I was crying now too. We held each other close for comfort. I was at a complete loss as to what I should do. I had lost Chuck completely. And there was nothing I could do about it.

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After Dawn had her surgeries, she was very happy. Then she got her implants, and was even more excited. She bought sexy clothes to show off her big shiny new breasts. They were her pride and joy.

We stayed together for a while, but we drifted apart. She told me one day that she had decided to see someone else. She liked me as a friend, but she didn't feel the attraction to me anymore. She wanted to find a guy for her own.

So as much as I hated to do it, I had to let her go. We are still very close friends, and see each other all the time. We double date sometimes, and we both have a steady boyfriend now. This time, I'm going to try to live with all his personality flaws, because I couldn't go through all that again. Maybe if things get rough, I'll try couples therapy with him.

If there is any consolation for me, it is that Dawn is very happy. Happier than Chuck had ever been when we were together. To see her out at a nightclub, tearing it up on the dance floor, her arms in the air, her long hair flying as she shakes her hips and throws her head back, you can tell that she's really found herself. And with her big boobs, there are always a flock of men around her. So she is happy as she could possibly be.

And so, I'm hoping things work out between George and myself. And maybe one day, I'll finally be married, and able to have babies. I actually hope that I have a son. That would be what he wants, which would make him happy. But also, I feel like I've already raised a girl. Dawn.

  

  

  

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