Chapter 11

by Jennifer White

   

I had always wanted to write a novel. But being a wife and mother, I never had the time. But when my children finally graduated college and set out into the world to start lives of their own, I finally found myself with enough free time that I could do what I had always dreamed of. I bought myself a nice laptop computer, and I would set in the back room, overlooking my garden, sipping tea and writing.

I made several false starts, not really knowing what I wanted to write about. A novel would mean quite a commitment of time, and I wasn't sure that anything I had created so far had enough emotional weight for me to want to continue in my endeavor. But then it struck me: I should write about a woman with a life like my own. I could use my own emotions as the basis for hers. If I could really relate to her, I could create something that rang true, and fulfilled me intellectually as well as emotionally.

And so I started to write. I created a fictional family very similar to my own, and I began writing about their lives. But when I was done with the first chapter, something happened that seemed so odd. Have you ever felt deja vu, like you've already lived through something before? I found myself feeling odd when my husband Rodney came home, and it was something right out of the book I was writing.

In chapter 1, I began by having the fictional husband show up at home, surprising his wife by having shaved off his beard after many years, as well as having bought himself a new suit. She was dazzled by him, and rushed over to greet him, then took him to the bedroom to make love. When I heard Rodney's car in the driveway, I didn't think anything of it. When I heard the door open, it seemed like any other day.

But when I saw him, I was stunned. He had shaved off his beard, which he had for over twenty years. And he was dressed in a new suit. He looked years younger without the gray stubble on his face, and he seemed so handsome that I rushed over to him, feeling dazzled and in love. We went upstairs and made love, which he wasn't able to do very often anymore, now that we were getting up there in age. Of course, I always felt that he didn't want me anymore. I thought my body which had started to sag here and there wasn't enough to turn him on anymore. But we shared a strong passion for each other that afternoon!

As I was cooking dinner, I couldn't help but wonder: had he said something to me that had been stuck in the back of my mind? Was that why I had wrote about it in the start of my book? That must be it. There was no way that what I had written down had effected him! Right? I didn't think there was any way for that to happen.

But it was so odd that the events that afternoon had followed my book so closely. It was almost eerie. What if what I wrote *had* effected him? There was only one way to find out for sure. I decided to do something small and innocent. I could have written that he won the lottery, or that he brought me home a new necklace as a surprise. But instead, I just wrote in chapter 2 that when the husband in my book came home, his hair was thick again, like when he was young, and much of the gray had disappeared. I pushed 'Save', and waited, pacing around the room.

When I heard Rodney's car in the driveway, I hurried to the door to great him. Much to my surprise and delight, the hair on his head was fuller again, and much of the gray was gone! I was so overjoyed to see him looking so much more youthful and vital, that I took him by the hand up to our bedroom, so we could make love again.

But he had his little problem. You older ladies know what I mean. I ended up getting him to go down on me to get me good and wet, then I gave him a hand job, because he was too soft to get himself into me. And too proud to take Viagra. I knew right then and there what I was going to do to him tomorrow, when I wrote chapter 3!

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I felt giddy. I had somehow found a strange power, where I could change things about my husband, just by writing about them in the book I was authoring! I tested to see if I could effect other things too, or just Rodney. But alas, it only seemed to work on him. In Chapter 3, I wrote that while out in the garden, the wife was suddenly caught in a sun shower. No such luck for me. It didn't happen. I also wrote that the wife's boobs were suddenly firmer than they had been in years, and they seemed one cup size larger. And that her stretch-marks were gone. That didn't happen either. Sigh.

But I did write that the husband in the book lost some of his spare tire around his waist, and that his penis had returned to its youthful state, able to function fully, twice a day. I smiled as I added one more thing: I made it get larger in girth so that he could better please the wife in the book. Now I was really excited, waiting for my Rodney to return home.

Sure enough, he looked slimmer. And when he saw me in my skimpy sun dress, I could see the bulge in his pants. I took him upstairs, and this time he had no problem performing! And the extra girth I give his penis really paid off for me, sending me to new heights. Its funny, men seem to think its the length. But women know the secret: wider means better too. Mmmmm.

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In Chapter 4, I wrote that the husband went out and bought a new wardrobe so that he would be dressed better. In chapter 5, I gave him more muscles, and made him even more handsome. I also made him lose his bad breath! Little by little I was changing him into the ideal man. I was so happy with how things were going, that I treated myself to a morning of shopping downtown. I bought a new tie for Rodney, so he'd look even better in his new Armani suit. I was having a salad at the little cafe on Oak street, watching the people walk by. I felt so happy and contented. I couldn't wait for Rodney to come home that night. I loved him so much!

But then something happened that shattered my feeling of bliss. On the other side of the street, I saw Rodney. He had his arm around a woman dressed in sharp business attire. They got to the doorway of a hotel, and paused to kiss. Then they went inside. He had his hand on her butt, and she lifted a leg as they kissed again.

I almost dropped my cup of tea out of shock. Rodney was having an affair! I went out to the store, and bought a big hat, along with sunglasses. I returned to the cafe, and waited to watch the door of the hotel across the street. About an hour later, I saw him come out, his hair somewhat mussed up. He looked around, then grabbed a cab.

As soon as he was gone, I headed towards the door. I saw the woman who he had been with. I recognized her from when I had list visited Rodney in his office. It was his secretary, Tamara. She was quite lovely, with her pretty face, her red hair, and her generous bosom. I could see why a man would like her. But not the man married to me! I had just made him become youthful and handsome again. And he repaid me for it by having an affair with his secretary? How long had this been going on?

I recognized Tamara, but she didn't seem to recognize me. Probably because of the hat and the glasses. I scowled. This home-wrecker didn't realize what she was messing with. She was in for it now! And more importantly, so was he.

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When I got home, I was in a rage. Rodney was about to learn a lesson he'd never forget! But I was going to be subtle about it. I was going to be careful. He would regret what I was about to do to him! I began by getting him out of my hair. I wrote in Chapter 6 that the husband surprised the wife by calling her, and telling her that he was leaving her for his secretary, and that he'd be by in a few days to collect his things.

After I hit 'Save', it was only a few minutes before that exact event happened. I was glad I wouldn't have to see him. I couldn't stand the idea of being around him, after he had cheated on me like that! Now it was time to get to work on making him understand something about how *I* felt. But first, I had to make sure he didn't come home to me, until he had really learned his lesson. I began to write chapter 7.

In that chapter, I wrote how the husband character and his secretary were madly in love with each other, and how they swore that no matter what, they would never leave each other. I even had the husband say that he'd rather die than to ever leave her. Now they had the solid bond I needed, so I could proceed with my plan.

I had been kind to Rodney, giving him his hair back, his youthful looks, muscles, and even a bigger dick. Men seem so proud of the size of their dicks, don't they? And that same member gets them into trouble, when they can't keep it in their pants. So what would be a better place to start then there?

I wrote that while having sex with his secretary in her bed, the husband character suddenly felt a pain in his penis, and that he had to pull out. I wrote that he was intent on satisfying his new love, that he went down on her, and made sure that she was taken care of. But between his legs, he was hurting, and he didn't notice that he had just shrank in size.

I liked the idea of him being less of a man, by losing some size down there. I wondered what else I could do to show him that he wasn't a *real* man. A real man wouldn't go cheating on his wife! I smiled a bit, when I thought of something grand. What if I had him slowly become a *woman*? Then he could see what it was like. He had given up being a real man on his own. Now I would complete the job for him. I would gradually turn him into a female.

I wrote that after going down on his new love, he just wanted to snuggle, like a woman does. I wrote that as he went to sleep, his mind was slightly altered, to become more like *hers*, and that by the time he woke up in the morning, his thoughts would follow a *female* pattern. Although he wouldn't realize it yet, when he woke up, he'd be a woman on the inside.

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The next morning I got right to work on chapter 8. In this chapter, I had him staying home sick from work, while the secretary went in. While she was gone, I wrote that the husband character was so overcome with a desire to wear her clothes, that he showered, shaved off all of his body hair, along with his legs, and he dressed himself up just like her.

I wrote that he put on makeup, jewelry, and even tried to squeeze his feet into a pair of her shoes. I wrote that he felt *right* when he was all dressed up, and that he wished he could be like that all of the time.

I took a sip of my tea, and paused to smile at what would come next.

I wrote that as he put on her jewelry, she surprised him by coming home from work to check on him. Then I wrote that rather than being upset, she was actually happy about it. I wrote that she helped him do it *right*, and that she told him she would love it if he would be a girl for her. I wrote that they were both overjoyed, and that as they kissed, his penis shrunk two more sizes, so that it was no larger than it was when he was a baby. I also added that there was the start of some slight swelling on his nipples, as has breasts began to bud, like those of a girl during the onset of puberty.

Finally, I wrote that they decided that from then on, he should be known by a girl's name. They settled on 'Holly'.

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The next day, I wrote chapter 9. In that chapter, I continued to increase the swelling of his breasts, so that it was quite noticeable. I wrote that the secretary told him that from now on, he was going to be required to wear a bra. I decided to make her get more and more demanding, telling him what to do.

It was then when it struck me: what if I could effect her too? Just in case I could, I decided at that moment that she deserved to be punished too. What kind of a woman goes around having an affair with a married man? Not a *real* woman. I smiled as I wrote that the secretary character felt something stir within her, and that she reached down to feel between her legs. There was a small *thing* protruding there. Emerging from her pussy was the tip of a small penis. I wrote that she felt a rush of power knowing that even as her lover was becoming a woman, she realized that she would become a man.

And so I had her ordering him around, telling him that he was going to be her maid, caring for the house and doing all the cleaning. I had her telling him that once he became a *real* woman, that he was going to be the secretary at work, while *she* would become the boss. I had her change into some of his old clothes, telling him that he wasn't even allowed to wear them anymore.

I ended the chapter with her giving him one of her old dildos, telling him to get used to wanting one, and that soon she'd have something to put into him. I wrote that he was scared, but also inside his mind, he realized that it turned him on.

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Chapter 10 was easy to write, now that I was on a roll. I wrote about his emotions had changed so much, now that the woman inside of his mind had started to take over. I wrote how he *felt* like he was a woman already, and how he *liked* it. I wrote how his penis had all but disappeared, and that he felt *proud* that he no longer had any bulge in his pants.

I wrote that his boobs expanded out even bigger, and that they now filled his bra. I added that when the secretary saw him like that, she became hard for the first time in her life, and that she made him go down on her, and suck her until she came in his mouth. Then I wrote a steamy scene where she did him with her old dildo, making him come as a woman again and again, even as she told him that he was all hers now.

I hoped that it was all happening to him, just like before! But I had no way of knowing. It would have to wait until the next day, when the final chapter would be written.

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Ah, time for the last chapter in my book. I got out my computer, and set to work first thing in the morning. I wrote that as the husband character woke up and showered, he realized that his entire body had changed. His entire mind had changed too. He didn't have one trace of manhood left in him, other than his memories of what he used to be.

I wrote that as he dressed up in a secretary's outfit so he could go to work, he felt a little afraid that he was going out in public like that for the first time. I wrote that the secretary character was all man now, and quite demanding. I wrote that she took on a male name, and that she ordered the husband around in all things, to which he was completely passive and obedient.

Then I wrote the last scene, hoping that it would all come true. I hit 'Save', and headed into town so I could have lunch at the cafe where I had first spotted them. Right across the street from her apartment.

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Sitting in the cafe, eating my salad, I waited. If I was right, and my book was still controlling Rodney and all that he did, he would be a woman now. And he'd be a virtual slave to the man who used to be his secretary. I waited nervously, watching the clock. It was supposed to all take place at 12:15.

As the time drew near, I was filled with doubts. It would never work. I must have been crazy to think that I could set his fate like that. I sighed, and waited. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder. I looked up to see a pretty young thing, perhaps in her twenties, wearing a smart blue chalk-striped business suit with a tight pencil skirt. She had long blonde hair, big boobs, and a figure to die for. I hadn't looked that good when I was in my twenties!

"Hello?" I said, hardly believing what I saw.

"I don't know how to tell you this" said the woman, "I know you won't believe me. But until a few days ago, I was... I was your husband."

"Rodney?" I said, pretending to not know anything about it. "No. That can't be true. What kind of joke is this, young missy?"

"No, I mean it! Really! Look. Ask me something that only your husband would know."

"Okay" I said, pretending to pause and think for a second. Of course, I had already written what I was about to say, and how Rodney would respond. "When we were on our honeymoon, do you remember that nice could from Australia that we met?"

"You always get that wrong. They were from New Zealand" said the woman. "We always argue about this."

"Rodney?" I said, standing up, feigning surprise.

"Its Tamara now" said replied. "I've become a woman."

I looked her up and down.

"I don't understand" I said, acting innocent.

"I don't either" she replied. "But now that I am a woman, I realize something. I was terrible as a man. I cheated on you with my secretary, and I am *so* sorry. I realize now what a bad thing I did, and I know there is no way to ever make up for it. If you could just forgive me, it would mean so much!"

"I forgive you" I said, touching my hand onto hers.

"You don't know how happy that makes me feel" she said, as she burst into tears.

"Tamara! Your time is over!" said a stern man with dark hair, dressed in a conservative dark suit. "Get over here now!"

"I have to go" said the woman.

"Good-bye Rodney" I said. "I hope you can find happiness in your new life."

"I'll never be half the woman that you are" she replied as she turned to go. She looked back over her shoulder, taking one last glance at me before she and the man walked out.

I smiled. It was exactly as I wrote it. Rodney would be wracked with guilt for what he had done. And his punishment was that he would spend the rest of his life as a woman, belonging to a dominating man.

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After I returned home, I wondered if I should have done something for myself monetarily, since I had this power in my writing. But I decided that it was best that I didn't go off and do something like that. There were people far more in need of wealth than I. I would do just fine living off of what I'd get from Rodney's retirement, along with the small pension I had from my teaching days.

I called the police, and told them that I hadn't heard from my husband in days, and I was worried about him. They did a full investigation, but of course there was no trace of him. I wondered if they would suspect me, but in the end, they only told me they were sorry, and that they would keep searching.

I was able to start withdrawing from his pension after some business with the courts, so I was able to get by. I of course made sure that I donated as much as possible to charity. I moved into a small apartment, sold the house, and used the proceeds to make a college fund for my grandchildren. I visit them whenever I can, and I'm proud to watch them as they grow up.

I sometimes wonder what Rodney is doing, and wonder if he ever became a mother. That would sure change him! I never tried to write another story though, because I was scared that I might effect someone else. And I've never told a soul about my first one, until now.

The End

  

  

  

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