Cross The Hall Dressing

by Jennifer White

  

Roy crossed his legs inside his skirt, as he sat on the couch. He picked up the latest issue of Glamour, turning the pages with his fingers, and glanced at his red painted nails. He wished he was the girl in the magazine, as he always did, but then he sighed. He thought about his new neighbor across the hall, and he wished that he was *her*.

Annette had moved in a few weeks ago, and she was just perfect. As a man, he wanted to be with her, to make love, to hold and kiss her. But the part inside that drove him to dress up in pretty clothing and to act as if he was a girl, *that* part of him wanted to *be* her. He often liked to dress up and pretend he was a woman, but he longed for a real woman in his life too. Just dressing up and sitting alone in his apartment wasn't enough anymore. Not after all these years.

He read an article on relationships from another glossy magazine, and he decided that he was going to have to take action, and boldly approach Annette. It was the only way. He would do it Friday. He couldn't bear waiting any longer.

* * *

Roy took a deep breath. He stood there, outside Annette's door, a bottle of wine in one hand, and flowers in the other. He put down the bottle of wine, and knocked on the door. Much to his surprise, it wasn't even closed; the door swung open.

"Come in honey!" he heard Annette call out from the back.

So he did, shutting the door behind him.

Her apartment was wonderfully decorated, with modern eclectic decor. He just knew that Annette would have wonderful taste. From the pictures on the walls, to the curtains, everything was so charming. The colors were well coordinated, the furniture played off the themes from the Degas and Monet reproductions. She hadn't just bought things to throw together; she had obviously spent a lot of time planning the details of how she would give her place just the right look. Roy noticed little things that were normally only noticed by women!

But something was out of place. On the glass-top table by the settee, there was a bra laying there! It was white, lacy, and super sexy looking. Roy couldn't help but to have an urge to take it for his own. He wanted to wear it of course. But then he spied the note pinned to it.

"Put it on!" said the note.

Roy gulped. Did she really want him to put it on?

"Come on honey" she called out from the back. "I'm all ready for you. Did you find your gift on the table?"

"Yes" said Roy in a shaky voice.

"Good. Put it on. I'll be back here waiting for you."

There could be no doubt about it. She wanted him to put on the bra! Roy wondered if somehow she had been spying on him. How did she know that he liked doing this? He was taking his shirt off already, so he could put it on. He felt *so* excited now. Not only was he going to put on a bra, he was doing it as an order from a beautiful woman! And there was the sense of danger, and the mystery of how she knew he liked it.

Roy took another deep breath, and walked past the kitchen. On the table there was a pair of sexy thong panties, matching the bra. They too had a note: "Put me on!"

Roy eagerly took off his pants, removed his boxers, and pulled on the panties. *Her* panties. Now he was hard as a rock, as Annette called out for him to hurry to her. He saw down the hallway an open door with a light on. It must be her room. He started walking towards it, his heart beating so hard that he felt like he was gasping for breath. For the first time in his life, he was about to share his cross-dressing fantasy with a real woman.

"Hello, Annette" he said, as he walked into her room.

Annette was laying on her bed, wearing a tight black dress that looked like it was painted onto her. She had on full makeup, heels, and everything. He had seen her in ordinary clothes, but nothing like this before! Her halter top exposed so much of her perfect chest! Her legs looked so sexy in her dark nylons! He was stunned to see her like that.

Annette seemed stunned too at first, seeing Roy standing in her room, wearing only panties and a bra. She sat up quickly, and for a moment a look of confusion crossed her face.

Just at that moment, the doorbell rang.

"He's here" said Annette.

"Who?" asked Roy.

"My boyfriend."

Now Roy felt himself blush a deep red. He was in a girl's room, in her undies, and her boyfriend was at the door! He felt as if he was going to die of embarrassment!

"I'll be right back" she said.

Roy watched her head out the door and down the hall. He was scoping out places to hide once she let her boyfriend inside. What was he going to do? His mind was frozen as utter panic hit him. It was bad enough having Annette see him like that; it would be even worse though for a *man* to see him that way! He looked for something to pull on, but of course he was in a sexy woman's room. There was nothing he'd be able to find but dresses and skirts. Nothing to help him!

When Annette returned a few moments later, Roy felt so alarmed that he thought he was going to pass out.

"You don't need to worry, darling. I sent him away" she said.

Roy was so relieved that he almost fell to his knees to give her thanks! She could have ruined his life, but instead, she chose to save him!

"You're Roy, right?" she asked.

"Yes. And thank you for what you just did. You saved me!"

"I have to say that I'm quite surprised to see you here like this" said Annette, as she walked around Roy, as if inspecting him. She started to adjust the shoulder straps of the bra he wore, as she continued to talk. "I've been seeing Victor for six months now. I decided that I had prepared him enough, so that I could get him to dress up for me. This was going to be his first time in women's clothes. But its not for you, is it?"

"No" admitted Roy.

"It took a lot of work to train him enough so that I could get him to try things on for me. But you just did it, willingly. Interesting."

She put her hand onto his panties, and felt him up.

"Hard. Very hard. You *like* wearing my panties, don't you?"

"Yes" said Roy. There was no point in being untruthful with her now!

Annette went to her closet, and started looking through the clothes hanging there.

"A willing subject. This is something I haven't tried before. This will be quite interesting. I can accelerate the schedule. Hmmm. Yes. I think that I shall call you Shannon. Yes. That is a much better name for you, dear. A *feminine* name."

Roy looked at her. She was going to call him by a *girl's* name? This was like a fantasy come true for him! He watched as she selected a yellow dress with white trim. It looked a little old and out of fashion. He had hoped for something sexier to wear, but he wasn't exactly in a position to argue!

"Put this on, Shannon" she said.

Roy eagerly obeyed her.

Annette put him into pantyhose next, then gave him a pair of heels that were so large, they would fit on a man's foot. He shivered. He had never worn heels before! He sat down on her order, and let her put makeup on his face.

"There. Much better. When you're with me Shannon, you will always wear makeup. You will always be dressed in lady's clothing."

Roy nodded. This was better than he had ever hoped for! He wondered where she was going with this. He hoped it wound up in her bed!

"Come with me" she instructed.

Roy eagerly followed her, wondering what was next. She opened a door, and led him into her utility room. There, he saw a stacked washer & dryer combo, and a set tub. For the next twenty minutes, Annette explained to him how she liked to have her wash done. He knew a lot about washing and caring for the delicate fabrics in women's clothes, since he had been wearing them for so long. But certain items she wanted to be hand-washed, like her bras and panties. Other items, she wanted to be dried for just a few minutes to get the wrinkles out, then carefully hung to air-dry. Roy knew some of this, but much of it was new to him.

Annette led him back to her room, and into her closet where the clothes hamper was. It had three compartments, for whites, darks, and hand-wash items. The bins were nearly full.

"You have much work to do, young lady" she said. "Once you get the first load going, come back in here and paint your nails. Don't ever disappoint me by arriving here again with your nails looking so bad. I will expect you to be ready when you arrive, so we don't have to waste time getting you to look proper. Do you understand?"

"Yes" replied Roy, as he took the white clothes, and headed for the laundry room.

He started the hot water, put in the soap and the dry bleach, put the clothes in, and shut the door. As the washer started its work, he went back to Annette's bedroom to put on nail polish, as she had instructed him. By the time his two coats and the top-coat were done, it was time to move the white clothes to the dryer, and start on the darks.

Annette called him over, once the dark clothes were going. She handed him a piece of paper, with a list written out in red ink, using her neat, flowing, feminine handwriting. Roy looked down and read the list.

-Wash all dirty clothes, dry, fold, put away in their proper place.

-Vacuum all carpeted areas and rugs

-Dust all windowsills, corners, ledges and shelves

-Mop the kitchen floor, bathrooms and utility room

-Clean all sinks, toilets, showers and tubs

-Wipe down and clean refrigerator shelves (weekly)

-Buy all groceries on list found on refrigerator

"What is all this?" asked Roy.

"The list of chores you will start doing for me, from now on. You will do the work around my house for me. You will do everything I require, and you will do it dressed as a woman."

"Why do you think..." stammered Roy.

"You will do it, because I order you to. You will obey me in all things from now on, as I gradually transform you into a woman."

Roy was in a panic. He didn't like the idea of being a *maid* for Annette! Yes, he liked dressing up, but not to be a servant! He was freaking out, not knowing what to do or to say.

"Your mind may have doubts, but I can see that your body likes the idea" said Annette, as she reached down and gave a hard squeeze to the "tent pole" pushing out into Roy's skirt. "You *want* to be controlled by me, completely, even if you don't know it yet. You don't have a choice now. It is too late. You have already become all mine."

Roy was too stunned to even respond.

"Each day when you arrive here to do my housework, you will become a little more feminine for me. For example, when you arrive here tomorrow, you will have your legs shaved for me. I'll give you something to do to yourself, to add just a little more femininity. Gradually, I'll force you to *become* a woman. You like that idea, don't you?"

Roy nodded.

"Now get back to work. My laundry isn't going to fold itself. And you need to be done by 10:30, when Victor returns. Now get going!"

Roy hurried off, but he felt deeply saddened in a way. Her boyfriend was returning! He wanted her all for himself, but she was going to keep her boyfriend. He would have to work hard, if he was going to win her over some day. That, plus he desperately wanted to get out of there before Victor arrived! It might be one thing to let Annette see him in a dress; it was another for a *man* to see him like that!

With just minutes to spare, Roy hung up the last skirt, folded the last towel, and put it away in the closet.

"Okay, I'm done" he announced.

"Good work, Shannon" said Annette. "Be here tomorrow at 7:00, so you can get right to work on the bathroom."

"I'll be here" said Roy. "Where did you put my clothes? I need to change back so I can go home."

Annette handed him a bag.

"There're right here. You can change back in your own apartment."

Roy shuddered. Go out in the hall, dressed as he was? What if someone saw him!

"I'll expect you to arrived fully dressed, and ready for work" said Annette. "I put a few things in the bag for you to wear tomorrow. And remember: remove all of your body hair. You will arrive with your legs looking smooth and hairless for me."

"I understand" said Roy, who was nervously glancing at the clock. He had to get out of there before Victor arrived! He took the bag and nervously opened the door. Nobody was there, thankfully. He hurried across the hall to his room, opened the door, rushed inside, and closed the door behind him. His heart was pounding! He was so scared that he would be caught, but he was safe now.

He went to his bedroom and opened the bag that Annette had given him. Inside he found three pairs of panties, two bras, and a white frilly apron. There was a note to him from Annette as well.

Dear Shannon,

This apron is a gift for you. You will wear it when you're cleaning, so you can keep your clothes looking

nice and pretty. See you tomorrow! You're going to make a wonderful woman. Go to bed tonight wearing the undies

you have on right now. And remember that you're sleeping in *my* panties. Just as they surround and hide your

manhood, *I* am surrounding you. I will take away your manhood bit by bit, until there is nothing left of you but your

feminine side. You *want* this, and you will obey all of my orders. You are mine now.

Annette

Roy away put the new panties and bras into his dresser drawer. He brushed his teeth, and went to bed still wearing the yellow dress, just as Annette had ordered. As he thought about the fact that he was wearing her panties, and that she was going to completely feminize him, he couldn't help but to get hard. He had to grab a stack of tissues, so that he could make himself come. He *needed* to, after how much he had been aroused all evening long, as he had served Annette....

* * *

The next day, after work Roy hurried to eat a quick meal. Then he took a shower, using his razor to clean off his legs, chest, under his arms, and everything. He put on a pair of panties and a bra, followed by the yellow dress. Roy had bought nail polish during his lunch break, and now he quickly put on two coats. Then he did his face in makeup from his secret collection, and then the heels Annette had given him, along with the white apron. He listened at the door, to make sure nobody was in the hall.

He opened his door just a bit, and peeked out. The coast was clear. He quickly dashed across the hall, and knocked on Annette's door.

"Just a minute, I'll be right there!" she called out.

Roy had stand there in the hall for three minutes as he waited. But it seamed like years. He half-imagined seeing someone walk up to him. Every little noise made him jump. He was *so* scared to be caught dressed up as a woman! When Annette mercifully opened the door, he wanted to dash right in.

"If you enter now, you are giving yourself to me forever" she said. "Come in, and show me that you are mine."

Roy didn't want to argue or stand there in the hall. He went inside. Her words turned him on. He *wanted* to be hers.

"Nice legs, Shannon" she said. "Lets get you into some nylons. You'll wear them from now on, of course when you arrive, along with your new uniform."

"Uniform?" asked Roy.

"Yes, darling. If you're going to be my maid, you should dress the part."

Annette guided Roy to her bedroom. On the bed was a garter belt, along with a pair of dark, seamed nylons, with two inch elastic bands at the top. Beside it was a black maid's uniform, that looked quite small for him to wear! He took off the apron and the dress, put on the garter belt, then carefully pulled the nylons up his legs. He attached them to the dangling belts, and shivered all over as he saw himself in the mirror.

"Oh, and one more thing" said Annette. She opened a drawer in her dresser, and removed a pair of breast forms. They were quite large, and startlingly realistic. She slid one into Roy's bra, and then the other.

"You'll wear these at my house from now on, of course" she instructed. "And you'll sleep with them on too. You need to get used to how it feels to be stacked. That way, when you have real breasts of your own, you'll be prepared."

Predictably, Roy got so hard that his panties stood right out from him.

"Oh my, she likes have boobs" said Annette.

Roy shuddered, but he felt pleasurable seeing his bra so full. Now he put on the uniform, which was indeed quite tight on him, with an alarmingly high hemline. Annette led him to the hall closet, to show him where the vacuum was located, along with the feather duster, the rags, and the cleaning liquids and sprays.

"In the traditional role model, the woman stays at home, cooks and cleans. *You* are going to do all of the so called women's work around my house, so you can grow accustomed to your new gender role. You are my maid now. And there is much work to do."

Roy nodded. There was a lot to do. He started in the bathroom. After taking out the little rugs and towels to clean them in the washing machine, he scrubbing the tub, spraying and wiping down the tiled walls, washing off the soap scum and the spots on the window. He got on his hands and knees to scrub the toilet bowl clean, then he mopped up the floor. He moved the towels and rugs to the dryer, then replaced them once they were done and the floor had dried.

Chore after chore, he worked tirelessly. He started to dust off the shelves, lifting up each picture or decorative sculpture, dusting it, dusting the shelf, and replacing it. He kept at it, until he found one picture of Annette that made him cringe. It was her, kissing a man. They were on a boat, it looked like, in the bright sun. She was in a bikini top, and he was in just swim trunks. Seeing a picture of her kissing another man made him feel awful. *He* wanted her! He didn't want to see her with another man!

Roy suddenly felt hyper-aware of his attire, his bra, his panties, his nylons, heels, and fake boobs. He was thinking about "another man", but here he was, dressed up as a maid, doing Annette's chores! He was hardly a man himself, letting her do all that to him. But part of him *wanted* to be female. Part of him *loved* being ordered around by a woman. But the part of him that wanted her was there too, making him feel jealous and upset. He was doing her work, but she had someone else as her boyfriend.

At long last, Roy finished his chores for the day, put away everything, and went to speak to Annette, who was watching a movie on DVD. She stood up and inspected his work. She didn't praise him, but she didn't complain either.

"On the table there is a purse" she said. "Pick it up, and put it over your shoulder."

He did as she asked.

"It is yours now. You will carry it with you when you arrive, and when you leave. Just as any woman would do when she goes out."

Roy nodded. Just like a real woman.

Now Annette did something that really surprised him. She reached up under her skirt, wiggled a bit, and pulled off her panties! Roy got all hard, wondering if they were finally going to do it now! He waited in breathless anticipation. Again, she shocked him with he request.

"Hold them up to your nose, and breathe in deeply" she said. "You are going to learn my scent very well. You're going to learn my scent well enough that soon you'll be able to determine which panties *I* wore, or which dildo *I* used, base solely on its aroma. Breathe in deeply, Shannon. Learn how I smell. Take my panties home with you. Keep them on your bed all night, so you can smell me again and again."

Roy stared at her, as he breathed in deeply, again and again. *Her* scent.

"In the morning, put them on, and wear them all day. Go around all day, knowing that you are wearing *my* panties."

That sent shivers up and down Roy's spine, and a tingle between his legs.

"Be here tomorrow at 7:00" she said.

"But I have a ball game..." he started to reply in protest.

"Not anymore. You are mine now. You will be here, because I told you to. Call your friends, and cancel."

"But its every week..."

"Then tell them something why you're never playing again. Or else *I* will tell them the real reason. Would you prefer that?"

"No" said Roy.

"Then do as I say. Don't ever argue with me again. If you ever show me a hint of disobedience again, you will never see me again. Now get down on your knees, and tell me you're sorry."

"I'm sorry" said Roy, as he quickly lowered himself. "It won't ever happen again."

"Tell me you are mine" said Annette, firmly.

"I am yours" he repeated.

"Tell me you understand that I own you, and I am turning you into a woman."

"You own me" he said. "You are turning me into a woman."

"Tell me you will do anything I command."

"I will do anything you command" he said.

"Good. I'm glad you understand your place, and what is happening to you. By the way, in your purse I left you a copy of my key. When you come over, you don't need to knock anymore. Just let yourself in."

"Thank you, Annette" he said, feeling encouraged. She had just given him the key to her apartment!

Annette sent Roy home. He was scared that someone would see him in the hallway, but again he was lucky and it was empty. He sat down and sighed, trying to remember all he had to do. Like wearing the breast forms all night, which would mean keeping a bra on too. And keeping her panties on his bed, so he could smell them. He vowed to be more careful, and not to anger Annette again. It was too good to stop things now. He picked up the phone to call his friend Charlie, to tell him that he was quitting the team...

* * *

The next day, Roy felt proud as he let himself into Annette's apartment, using his new key. All day long, he had been thinking about her, as he had worn *her* panties. He was so excited to see her! It was quiet though when he went inside. He saw a list of chores on the table. He was to empty her cupboards in the kitchen, clean them, then replace everything exactly where it was. He set about doing it, and wondered why Annette had not come out to see him.

After two hours, he had to use the rest room. He walked by her room down the hall, but it was empty. She wasn't even there. Here he was doing her housework, and she wasn't even there! He felt like such a fool! Where was she? Out with Victor? Why wasn't she there? Was this some punishment for his protestations last time? He decided to redouble his efforts, to show how good he was, so that she would be happy with him again. He did his work silently, efficiently, and carefully. He was exhausted when he went home. Maybe she would be there the next day.

* * *

But for two more days, Annette was nowhere to be found. Just a list of things for him to do, in addition to his normal chores. She was leaving her used panties for him now, with instructions to smell them for a day, before putting them in the dirty clothes hamper. He was learning her scent better and better, all the time.

On this particular day, he was to go through her desk, take out all the old bills, and sort them into folders for each year, organized by type of bill. There were perhaps four years worth of bills for electric, phone, cell phone, cable, water, and more. He spent hours, getting them into order, and putting them into the right files.

He went to change the sheets on Annette's bed. He found a note there, with an instruction that made him take notice: it requested that he go out, buy a package of condoms, and bring them with him the next day! They were finally going to do it! He was extra-careful to do a good job making the bed, after he washed and dried the sheets. Tomorrow would finally be it. The big day. He would finally have her!

* * *

The next day, Roy was thankful that Annette was there. He gushed over her, asking how he could serve her, trying to show off how obedient he could be. She treated him like a servant, taking no notice of his extra attention.

"I bought these, as you requested" he said, reaching in to his purse to pull out the condoms.

Annette simply took them from him, and put them into her own purse, without comment. Roy felt crushed. They weren't for him: he had just gone out and bought condoms, so that another man could make love to his Annette! What a terrible feeling that was! He was enabling another man to do what *he* wanted to do! He looked at Annette feeling helpless and frightened. He didn't want to think of her being with someone else. He *needed* her for himself!

"Does your cell phone include a video camera, Shannon?" asked Annette suddenly.

"Yes..." said Roy.

"Good. Clear out all of your photos and movies. You're going to record me now."

Roy pressed the buttons, erasing the files to free up space. He sat where Annette indicated. When she nodded, he began filming her.

"This is the proper posture for a woman" she said, as she demonstrated how to keep your shoulders back, while pushing out your chest. "Walk as if you are gliding across the room."

Annette walked over to the couch, across from Roy.

"This is the proper way for a lady to sit. Note how I smooth out my skirt, and cross my legs at the knee. When you stand up, do it with grace, resuming the proper feminine posture."

She indicated for Roy to stop shooting. He pressed the button, they played back the video for Annette, so she could be sure it came out well.

"From now on Shannon, you will watch this video, then do all of the moves I did. Lets practice it once."

Roy played the video back. He stood, trying to assume the posture that Annette had in the video. He sat as she showed him, trying to cross his legs at the knee. But it was very difficult for him to cross them that way! He stood up as she showed, and resumed the proper posture."

"A good start. You need to really work on crossing your legs properly. You will practice this each morning when you arise, after work, and before bed. Three times a day you will practice, with twenty repetitions."

Roy shuddered again. Sixty times a day he'd be practicing. That was going to take up an hour a day. Little by little, Annette was taking more and more of his time. Soon, she would be in control of his entire day, if this kept up! He felt like he was completely in her power now. And for reasons he didn't understand, that made him feel *good*. He *wanted* to belong to her. But he wanted to be with her too! He ached for her. All the time he was at her house, he was aroused so often! He needed to be with her.

Before he left, as usual, she gave him her latest pair of panties to smell, then to wear the next day. As Roy practiced his posture and sitting exercises at home, the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said.

"Is Shannon there?" asked a voice that he recognized: Annette!

"This is she" said Roy, softening his tone.

"That's good. I thought it was a man answering. You should give your name when you answer the phone, Shannon."

Roy shuddered. He didn't want to do that, but he knew better than to argue!

"Shannon, are you wearing my panties?" she asked.

"Yes, I am" he replied.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am?" he asked.

"No. Tell me, yes, I am wearing...."

"Yes" said Roy. "I *am* wearing your panties."

"Are you a woman?" asked Annette.

"Yes. I am a woman" replied Roy.

"Do you belong to me?"

"Yes. I belong to you."

"Tell me. Do you *want* me to continue feminizing you?"

"Yes. I *want* you to continue feminizing me" he said.

"Do you wish you had real breasts?"

"Yes. I wish I had real breasts" said Roy, who wondered why she was doing this.

"Don't forget to wear my panties to work tomorrow. See you at six!"

Roy got ready for bed, putting on a new nightie that he had bought for himself. Annette hadn't ordered it, but he thought she might soon. She'd be proud to know that he had beat her to the punch! He couldn't wait until one day, when they were together...

* * *

The next day, Roy was in the office, hard at work, when the phone rang.

"T.L. Investments. This is Roy. How may I help you?" he said.

"I'd like to speak to Shannon, please" said a familiar voice. *Annette*!

"Hi" he said in a softer voice.

There were people working all around him. He didn't want them to hear him talking in his "girl" voice! This was his office. He didn't want anybody to know that Annette was gradually feminizing him!

"Hello Shannon" she said. "How is work today?"

"Very good" he said. "I'm keeping busy. How about you?"

"Victor came by, and took me out to lunch. We had a great time. Mmmm."

That didn't make Roy feel very good at all!

"When I kissed Victor, I got all wt. I can still feel it in my panties. You'll be wearing them tonight you know."

Roy gulped.

"Tell me, Shannon. Are you wearing my panties now?"

"Yes" said Roy, quietly.

"Yes, what....?" asked Annette in a leading tone.

Roy knew how she wanted him to answer her. But he was in the office! What if someone heard him? Yet he also knew that he could not disobey her. That would make her angry, and he had vowed never to disobey again. He had no choice. He talked quietly, covering his mouth with his hand to shield the noise.

"Yes Annette, I'm wearing your panties right now" he said.

"You say that as if you're not proud of it. Maybe I should make you stand up on your desk and yell it out?"

"No, please don't do that" said Roy, his voice shaky, as if he was about to cry.

"I tell you what. I won't make you do that. Yet. But since you were so quiet in your answer, and since you pretended to be that man when you answered your phone, you deserve a small punishment. From now on, no matter where you are, you are forbidden to go pee standing up. You must get a stall, and sit down, like a girl does. Do you understand me, Shannon?"

"Yes. I must sit down to pee, from now on" he replied.

"Like a girl, Shannon. Like a girl."

"Like a girl" he echoed.

Roy felt scared about being discovered. He had to wear panties now all the time. If he sat down, he'd have to pull them down. What if someone looked under the door and saw them? They'd know he wore panties! He started to sweat. Annette was pushing him further than he ever imagined he could go. And she was relentless! He was going to have to wear her latest panties, which got wt from her being turned on by Victor. And he was going to have to wear them!

* * *

That evening, Roy was scared as he let himself into Annette's place. Not just the usual fear of being caught in the hallway, dressed up as her maid. But now there was also the impending fear about having to wear panties that had Annette's juices on them, caused by her getting excited about Victor. It just freaked him out to think about it.

He went in, but Annette was nowhere to be found. There were the usual list of chores, which he started on right away. She was always adding some little task, making it take up more and more of his time each day. There was a bag for him on the counter, and he waited until the end to open it up. There in the bottom where a pair of panties. He could smell that they were used.

There was a note that said: These are the panties we talked about on the phone today. As you wear them, think of how you're in *my* panties, and how I got wet in them, when I was with my man. Think about how my boyfriend wanted to get into my panties, and how *you* are wearing them now."

It was his worst fear about it. As much as he enjoyed dressing up (and imagining himself) as a woman, Roy did *not* in any way have even the slightest interest in men. It disgusted him to think about it! Why was she forcing him to do *this*? He felt terrible when he went home, and he pulled on the panties. There. He was in them. The ones that she told him all about.

As he laid in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, the phone rang. Nobody called him at this time of the night (not that he had many friends). He was sure it was *her*. And so he answered the phone in his soft voice.

"Hello?" he said.

"Shannon?" said Annette.

"Oh hi. I was just getting ready for bed" he said.

"Did you practice sitting and standing?" she asked.

"Three times a day, twenty repetitions" he said.

"And tell me Shannon, are you wearing my panties?" she asked.

"Yes Annette. I'm wearing your panties" he replied.

"The ones that I got wet in, when I was with my boyfriend?"

"Yes. I'm wearing the ones you got wet in, when you were with your boyfriend."

"Good" she said. "You're starting to learn how it feels to be a woman. You're learning how I feel when I'm with my boyfriend. It is important that you learn all about every aspect of being female. You have much to learn, emotionally."

Roy didn't know how to respond. He just listened as Annette talked.

"When you stop by tomorrow, I have a favor for you" she said.

"What's that?" he asked, his ears perking up (and thankful for the change of subject).

"I've been wanting an iPod. Go get me one."

"Okay" said Roy, wondering how he'd afford to buy her one.

"Great. See you tomorrow, at 6:00! Good night Shannon."

"Good night, Annette" he said, as he hung up.

An iPod. Now he'd have to shop too. He'd have to skip his lunch. There just wasn't enough time in the day, with all he had to do, practicing sitting and standing, getting dressed up as a woman, and getting to Annette's apartment on time. No lunch tomorrow. He sighed. He felt like he no longer had any control over his life at all...

* * *

The next day, Roy arrived on time. He hurried in the door, as he heard someone walking down the hall. His heart was pounding, as he wondered if they saw him or not. And if they recognized him. He didn't want the neighbors to know!

"Here's your iPod" he said, handing the shopping bag over to Annette.

She didn't say thanks, or acknowledge him at all. She just continued to file her nails, until she was done. Then she handed him his list of chores to do for the evening.

"It has been a while since my silver has been polished" she said. "See to it that it shines like a mirror."

"Yes, Annette" said Roy, wondering how he'd get that done too. He got right to work...

* * *

A week later, Roy was working at Annette's apartment. He wondered what she thought of the iPod. He didn't see it anywhere, but it could have been hidden in her purse or something. Still, he had hoped that she would have thanked him for it, at least. He couldn't help but wonder if she had given it to her boyfriend, Victor. Last time she asked him to buy something for her, it was really for him. The thought of buying gifts for a *man* made Roy cringe.

"Shannon, it is time that you keep better care of your skin" said Annette. "Each night when you go to bed, and first thing in the morning, you are to put this cream on your face. It will help keep your skin soft and young looking."

"Yes, Annette" he said.

"This tube is a different type of cream" she continued. "Rub a dab in over each of your breasts each night. In time, it will help accelerate your breast growth. Just think dear, once you have *real* boobs on your chest, you can wear more revealing outfits. You can go without a bra. You can wear halter tops, and backless gowns. Rub the cream in every day, and soon your little boobs will start to bud, and grow. I can't wait to see you with *real* breasts."

Roy was again shocked. He was frightened. Did the stuff really work? He didn't want to have *real* breasts! He'd never be able to hide them at work! Already he was paranoid about what everyone thought of him. What if he had *breasts* under his shirt? He looked at Annette, like a deer in the headlights.

He wanted her so much, but she hadn't even given him a kiss yet. And she had her boyfriend, Victor. All she had done was to continue to feminize him, and to take over his life, bit by bit, until he no longer had any free time. All he did now was work, sleep and eat. All of the rest of the day was devoted to *her*. Part of him wanted to get away. But he couldn't stop now; he needed to be with her, even if it was only as her maid.

That evening, as Annette talked to him on the phone, she threw out one more task which was like a barb sticking into him.

"By the way, when you're out and about tomorrow, I'm all out of condoms. Go get me another batch. Perhaps a bigger box this time."

"Sure" he said, although he was unenthusiastic about it! She had used up all of the other ones with her boyfriend! He felt like crying. He wanted her so bad, but she seemed further away than ever.

* * *

"I'm going on vacation for a week, with my boyfriend" she announced the next day, when Roy arrived. "While I'm gone, you will stay at my house. You will do all of your normal chores, but you will sleep in my bed, wearing my panties and my nightie. You are to imagine that you are *me*, when you're in my bed.

She led him to the bedroom, and opened up the drawer to the night stand. There, he gazed upon an assortment of dildos and vibrators of all sizes, colors, and descriptions.

"I have used some of these, but not others" she said. "By now, you know my scent very well. When I'm gone, I want you to smell each one of these. The ones I've used, put into the empty drawer. The ones I have not used are for you to keep. When I return, we'll see how well you did. If you avoid mistakes, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Roy, who was very intimidated by the dildos!

Annette reached in, and pulled out one of the dildos. It was huge, and very realistic looking. She handed it to Roy.

"This one is for you, while I'm gone. When you're laying in my bed, imagining that you are me, you will use this on yourself. First, you will suck on it, to get it good and wet. Then you will put it into yourself, imagining that you are me, and that you're being fucked by Victor. Imagine that it is *him* going up into you. You will do this every night. And you will *not* close your eyes at any time. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..." said Roy, his voice trailing off. His worst fears were being brought to life. Use a dildo on himself? Suck on it? He felt sickened!

"Good. This will be the start of the development of your feminine feelings and desires. In time, you will feel everything that a woman feels."

"I will know if you did it or not" warned Annette. "You *will* do as I say."

"Yes" he replied, knowing that he would, even though it went against his deepest feelings and passions.

"One last thing, dear" she said. "I bought something for you."

Roy followed her to the livingroom. She handed him a bag. He opened it up, and looked inside. There was a wig, made up of long curly blonde hair. She put it on his head, then told him to go look in the mirror. He looked at himself, and once again he shuddered. It made him look so feminine. He was losing himself into femininity. He felt like he was becoming a woman. And he had no control to stop it.

For the next week, Roy stayed at Annette's apartment, full time. He did his chores. He sorted the dildos, as she had instructed. He cooked and cleaned. Then at night, he put on one of her nighties, laid in her bed, and did what she had ordered, even though it made him sick to his stomach. The first time he opened his mouth and took in the dildo, he felt like he was going to gag. It would be easier if he could close his eyes, but she had ordered him not to.

When it was good and wet, he tried to insert it for the first time, but he was very tight, and it was a struggle to get it in at all. He felt so strange, inserting it into himself like that! It's shape made him sick. It felt so intimidating, as he put it in a little bit. As Annette had ordered, he tried to imagine that he was her, and that it was Victor going into him.

Roy didn't want feminine desires! He didn't *want* to want a man! But he had to obey Annette. Somehow, she would know if he didn't do exactly as she instructed. All week long, he learned to do himself with the dildo, until by the end of the week, he could get it in without much of a struggle. Instead of his muscles being tense and tight, they were relaxed and loose. It went right in on the last day, as if he had given up any signs of resistance....

* * *

Annette returned with a nice tan. As she told him about her trip, she had Roy sit down in the kitchen under the light, where she began to pluck a few hairs from his eyebrows, here and there. People might notice that he had plucked eyebrows, but he was defeated. He almost didn't care anymore.

"Show me how well you sit and stand now" said Annette, when she was done. Roy went through the paces for her, and she praised him for the grace and femininity of his movements. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was getting close.

Roy went to the bedroom to get the clothes from the hamper. After a week on the road, there was a lot to wash. But as he started to put the clothes into the washing machine, he noticed something: mixed in with Annette's things were boxers, t-shirts, dress shirts, and other men's clothes. he was doing her boyfriend's clothes now too!

Roy felt a chill. He was doing chores for a *man* now too.

* * *

On Saturday, Annette asked 'Shannon' to arrive at 9:00am. Roy showed up on time, in his maid's uniform. Annette had him take it off, and she had him put on something else: a black turtleneck with silver glitter in some of the threads, along with a pair of tight blue jeans that came up way above his waist. He had to really hold his breath to get them on. With all the meals he had missed lately, and all the hard work, he had lost quite a bit of weight. He never would have been able to get into those jeans when he first walked into Annette's apartment!

With his large breast forms in place, the top looked wonderful on him. He was good at putting on makeup by now, and with his wig, it would be difficult to recognize him, even for someone who knew him well. Annette also had something else new for him: short boots with pointy toes and moderate heels. He put them on, and took a look at himself in the mirror. Not bad. He could pass for being a woman.

"You are now read to go outside" announced Annette. "Take your purse. We're going out."

Roy felt a shiver of pleasure. Annette was telling him that he was doing so well that he could pass as a woman, and go out into public! He followed her to her car, and she started to drive across town.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To a friend's house" she replied.

He wondered if it was a party, or a shower, or something, so she could have him learn about some other aspect of being a girl. She parked at an apartment complex, then walked in the door. He followed her into the elevator, then down the hall. She took out a key, and unlocked the door to apartment number 211. He followed her inside. It was dark, and nobody was home.

She turned on a light, and the place was a total mess! It was obvious that a man lived there, from the decor, the empty beer cans on the table, and the boxes of half-eaten pizzas laying about.

"Victor is visiting his brother today" said Annette. "I wanted to surprise him by cleaning up his place. We have a lot of work to do."

Roy felt like crying. This wasn't a trip for him; it was her using him to clean up her boyfriend's apartment! He didn't exactly like being a maid, but it was different when he was cleaning for *her*. Now he was going to do it for a *man*? He almost said something, but he didn't dare.

"I'll get started in the kitchen" sand Annette. "You take the bedroom. The washer and dryer and down the hall, here."

Unlike Annette's neat room with a dirty clothes hamper, Victor had things all over the floor in piles. Roy had to try not to cry, as he began the task of sorting Victor's laundry into colors, doing the wash, changing the sheets, vacuuming, organizing and cleaning. The bedroom was going to take hours and hours alone! It was as if Annette was making him a slave to *Victor* now. Roy was so scared about what she might to do him next...

When at last it was all done, Annette had one last thing for Roy to do.

"I want to leave him something sexy, so he'll think of me. Take off your panties, and put them on his bed."

"Why?" asked Roy, as he started to undo his belt.

"Victor will think that they were *mine*, and he'll get aroused, thinking about them. Just think honey; *your* panties are going to be turning a man on. He might even come in them or something. You are going to turn a man on for the first time tonight."

Roy felt the tears well up in his eyes again. This was all wrong.

Annette drove Roy to a restaurant, and they ate together, although Roy was less than enthusiastic about how she kept asking him about different guys who walked in, and whether he thought they were 'cute' or not. He looked at Annette, and he was just aching for her. He would have gotten hard looking at her perfect breasts across from him, but his pants were way too tight. He felt glum about where things were going, and how the day had gone.

When they arrived back at Annette's apartment, he did something he wouldn't have dared before: he asked her if he could talk to her for a few minutes. As much as he had enjoyed being feminized, he realized that he was going to have to stop. She was trying to make him like *man*. She was training him to do himself with a dildo. What was next? Dating Victor? What was she training *him* to do? No, it had to end now. He would tell her he wanted out. He'd move far away, and never think of her again, if he had to. He had reached his breaking point.

"Annette" he said, as he sat with his legs crossed in the proper feminine manner, "On the day I first came over here, you correctly guessed that I had this thing, where I like to wear chick's clothes. And I found that it was a huge turn-on to be ordered by you to wear them. I let you turn me into your maid. I let you take over every free minute of my life. But there is one problem."

"Go on..." she said, listening intently.

"I feel like you're trying to prepare me to date a man. I don't want that. There is only one person I want to be with. Only one person I love. And only one person I want to live my life with. You."

"You *want* me?" asked Annette, as if she was surprised. Roy couldn't believe that she didn't see the signs all along!

"Yes" he said. "More than anything. From the first time I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. A ache for you! I want to be with you so much! You are everything I want. That is why I've done all you've asked, because I wanted to win your love. I need you Annette. I don't want to be your maid anymore. I want to be your lover."

Annette was silent for a few moments, as if she was considering her words carefully.

"I never know that" she said. "When you first came over, and I found you wearing my bra, I knew you liked dressing up. And when you took orders so well from a woman, I knew that you wanted to be dominated. But you never told me you wanted me. You never told me you wanted to be with a girl. All along, I thought you wanted to be a woman, in every way. Yes, I've been training you to like men. I was going to find a boyfriend for you one day soon, now that you're closer to being feminine in your mannerisms and your speech patterns. I didn't know that you wanted *me*."

"I do. I want you" said Roy.

"You really want me?"

"Yes!"

"All right. But you realize, by now I think of you like a girl. I'm turned on by your femininity. We can do something, but you are still going to be a girl when we go to bed."

"I don't care" said Roy. "I just want to be with you."

Annette took him by the hand, and led him into her bedroom. She closed the door. As they stood there facing each other, for the first time she put her hands on his face, reached over, and kissed. him. Roy just melted. He was kissing Annette! At long last! He was almost crying as the joy swelled within his heart.

Soon they were taking each other's clothes off, although Annette insisted that he keep his bra on. He didn't care. That was a small price to pay. He was going to have her now!

As Annette took off her panties, Roy got his first ever look at her magnificent pussy, her hair shaved into a little triangle, and the cute tattoo she had just above it. He had the biggest erection, but she didn't want him that way, just yet.

"First, get on your knees, and do me like a woman does. You know my scent. Now you will get to learn my taste."

She laid back and spread her legs. Roy put his mouth on her pussy, and kissed her there, making her giggle. He used his tongue to explore, and soon enough he found her clit. He went to work on it, making her moan and wriggle.

"Put this into me as you do that" she said, handing a dildo to him. He nodded, and gently slid it into her. As he licked, he pushed it in and out, making her come again and again. Finally, she pushed has face away, and he had to wipe off all of the juice from his chin. Now it was his turn. He got up on the bed, and put himself into her pussy.

"Lean forward" she said.

Roy did as she asked, as always. She took the dildo that he had used on her, and she held it up towards Roy's mouth.

"Open up, darling" she said. "If you're going to put yours inside of me, I'm going to put this inside of you."

With the dildo in his mouth, Roy couldn't talk. So he couldn't reply as Annette kept telling him how pretty he was, how his big full breasts were turning her on, and how the 'strap-on' he was wearing felt so good inside her pussy.

"It is so wonderful making love with another woman" she said, as she thrust the dildo into Roy's mouth at the same pace he thrust into her. "Being a woman yourself, you know my body as if it was your own. You are just like me Shannon. You are a woman too. And now you're my *girlfriend*."

As she said the words, Roy couldn't help it; he come *so* hard in her! He kept throbbing, pumping more and more, as months of anticipation finally came to a close. He had Annette now, even if it was as her lesbian lover. He didn't care. He just wanted to be with her.

* * *

They finally did it. After all that time, at last, Roy was able to hook up with Annette. He was so happy that night as he went to bed, and when he showed up the next day, ready to do his chores, he was more enthusiastic than any time since he first started. It felt wonderful being her maid, knowing that they might actually "do it" now.

In fact, after he dried the last dish and hung up the last shirt to dry (then washed up of course), he made a move, letting her know that he was interested in doing it again.

"Of course, dearie" she said. "I want to try something different this time though. Are you willing, Shannon?"

"To be with you? Of course" replied Roy.

They went into the bedroom, and again Roy stripped down to just his heels and his bra, bulging out full with the breast forms. Annette removed her clothes too, but she then put on some kind of leather harness belt. As Roy's eyes bulged out, she took one of her dildos, and attached it to the harness, so that it looked like she had a hard-on, just like Roy. She took a step towards him touching the tip of her huge fake penis to his.

"It has to be good and wet to slide into you easily" she said. "Get on your knees, and suck my dick for me."

Roy had sucked on the dildo for her before. He still wasn't comfortable with the idea, and it was scary to think that she was going to put it *into* him (which he had also practiced doing on his own, at her request). But seeing Annette look as if she had a penis was quite scary! He did as she asked, going onto his knees, and opening his mouth so she could insert the huge, realistic looking inside.

He felt his gag reflex kick in as she gently pushed it in deeper and deeper, but it did need to get all wet so it would go in easily.

"It feels so good when you suck my dick" she said, which was a bit of a shock to hear.

"Mmmph" was all he could reply, his mouth full with it reaching to the back of his throat.

"I'll let you into my pussy, but there is a cost for you. You must do this for me, then let me fuck you with it. Only then will you be allowed to penetrate me. Now make sure you've got my dick good and lubricated. You don't want it to hurt when I insert it into you."

After a few minutes, she let Roy stand up, and indicated to him that he needed to lean over the bed. She came up behind him, and gently pushed her strap-on into him. After all the practice he had inserting dildos into himself, it went in easily. In fact, it felt good to him.

"Now you're a woman" she said. "You've got a big dick inside you. You are getting fucked by a penis. You are a woman now."

She went at it for ten minutes, until Roy was sore and exhausted. He collapsed on the bed, where Annette mounted him, with her on top, her legs straddling him.

"You're a woman now" she said. "In my eyes, you are female now. I think of you as my girlfriend. You're not a man anymore. You have become so feminine that there is no going back. You are mine now, and you are a woman."

Roy came so hard! He felt so happy. His dreams were all coming true.

* * *

On Sunday, a few weeks later, Roy was cleaning his own house. At Annette's urging, he stayed in feminine clothes all weekend now. Only at work did he ever dress in men's clothes anymore. Today, he was wearing a modest outfit, with a black knee-length skirt and a tight gray sweater. As of late, he had been wearing a girdle too, in order to make it look like he had curves. He kept his wig on all the time, with it pulled back into a ponytail as he cleaned.

The phone rang, and Roy went to answer. Annette had effectively cut him off from all of his friends and family, so she was the only one who ever called anymore. There was no point in answering the phone the way he used to.

"Hello, this is Shannon" he said in a soft voice.

"Hi girlfriend!" said Annette. "I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but I need a favor. Can I come over to talk with you?"

"Of course!" said Roy, eager to do a favor for *her*!

A few moments later, she knocked on his door, and he let her in. They chatted for a few moments, before Annette got to the point.

"I'm worried about Victor" she said.

Victor. That was not Roy's favorite topic. But since he was now making love with Annette almost daily, it didn't bother him as much anymore. So he acted supportively, as a woman should with a friend, asking what was wrong, and what he could do.

"I think he's starting to cheat on me" she said. "And so I need your help."

"What can I do?" asked Roy, who was more than eager to prove that Victor was cheating. If he could do that, she'd drop him, and he'd have her all to himself! Now he was excited to help!

"I want to test him" she said. "He's over at my place, right now. I want you to come with me, so he can meet you."

"Okay" said Roy. That seemed harmless enough.

"I'm going to pretend I'm getting a call from work, and I'm going to have to run out for an hour. You'll stay with him until I get back."

"Yes.... " said Roy, not sure he liked where this was going.

"The moment I'm gone, I need you to get very friendly with him. Flirt. Touch him. Bat your eyes at him. If he responds at all, tell him how ht he is, and how much you want him. Make your moves. If you can get him to let you go down on him, they I'll know he's not worthy of being with me."

Roy cringed. In order to get Annette all to himself, he was going to have to seduce a man, and go down on him! He was terrified. Yes, he had sucked on a dildo shaped like a penis, and he had even gone down on his knees to do it to Annette when she wore her strap-on. But to do it with a *real* man?

"I've told Roy that my maid is very obedient, and very eager to please. While I'm gone, you must do anything he asks of you. You work for me, and he is my guest. You are required to serve him the way you would serve me."

Roy wondered if *he* was the one being tested. Was she going to ask Victor about him, and what he did? As revolting as it was, he was going to have to obey any commands that Victor gave him. He was so close to having Annette for his own, he couldn't afford to mess up now. It was going to be a difficult task, but he swore he'd do it.

"I'm going to need to change into something better, if I'm going to be able to seduce him" said Roy.

"What you're wearing now is fine. Just put on some bright red lipstick, let your hair down, and come over to my place."

"I'll be right there" said Roy. He was on a mission. He *had* to do this.

Annette left, and Roy went to the bathroom to check his makeup, and to get his hair all set.

* * *

Roy knocked on the door. His heart hadn't been pounding this hard since the time that he went outside as a woman for the first time. He had a key of course, but he wanted to knock, as a courtesy. Annette smiled at him, as she let him in. Her back was facing Victor, she he couldn't see it as she licked her lips and blew a kiss to Roy. He smiled back, as he walked in.

"Victor?" said Annette. "This is Shannon, who I've been telling you about."

"So, you're my girlfriend's *maid*" he said, almost sarcastically. It was as if he was jealous of Roy. Roy wondered if he was being too judgmental. Annette told him he was thinking like a girl does now, and Roy was well aware that many women analyzed (or overanalyzed) little things sometimes, reading meaning into something, even if that wasn't the intention. It wasn't kind of him to have mentioned that he was the maid though, that seemed like he was being belittling. But Roy let it go, and introduced himself.

"I'm Shannon. Nice to meet you Victor. I've heard so much about you! You look even nicer in person that in your photographs."

"Thanks" he said.

"You owe her more than thanks" said Annette. "She helped me clean your apartment, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Thanks for that" said Victor.

They chatted for a while, when all of a sudden, Annette looked down.

"My phone is vibrating. Oh, drat. Its from work. Hang on, I'll be right back."

She went off to the kitchen, where Roy could hear her muffled voice talking into the phone. A few moments later, she returned.

"I'm so sorry, but there is a problem with the Jackson account, and the report is due first thing in the morning on Monday. I'm going to have to leave for an hour or so. Why don't you two stay here, and I'll come right back, as soon as I can."

Roy nodded. She was proceeding with her plan, exactly as she had said. He took a deep breath. Now would come the hard part. He opened the door for her, and let her out, locking the door as he shut it, so that nobody could walk in on them. Not with what he was going to have to do.

"Can I get you a drink, Victor?" asked Roy, who felt like he could use one for himself.

"Yeah" said Victor. "Get me a beer."

Roy went to the kitchen, opened a bottle, and poured it into a glass for Victor. He brought it to him, and set it on the table next to him.

"Now go get me some chips" he said, not even bothering to thank Roy. Roy didn't argue, he just went off and did it. Annette had told him to obey Victor, as he did *her*. Roy was going to do exactly what she said.

He brought the chips, in a blow, along with a napkin, and set them on the table in front of Victor.

"Change the channel. The ball game is on now" demanded Victor.

Roy felt like telling him that the remote was right there on the table beside him, but he didn't dare say such a thing. He went over, picked up the remote, and changed the channel, without argument.

For the next fifteen minutes, Victor ordered Roy around, making him do one needless task after the next. Roy didn't complain. He just imagined he was doing it for Annette, and that made it all easy. But he was going to have to make a move soon. Fifteen minutes had gone by, and he might have as little as an hour. It was going to be hard, but he *had* to try. It was his only way to win Annette for his own.

Roy sat down beside Victor, close enough that his thigh was touching Victor's. Roy smiled, and batted his eyes, as he put his hand on Victor's knee.

"I like doing things for you" said Roy, trying to sound sweet and seductive. "Is there anything else I can do for you? Or to you?"

Roy licked his lips, as Annette had done when he arrived.

"Yeah" said Victor. "Go and clean my clothes that I left in Annette's bedroom. We just fucked, and I had to change because we go so sweaty. Go wash my clothes."

Roy nodded, and went off to do as Victor said. He felt disappointed. It wasn't working. He was going to have to be more seductive. He started the wash, then went to the kitchen and poured another beer, bringing it to Victor.

"I didn't tell you to bring me another" he said gruffly.

"I know you wanted it" said Roy. "I know what it is that you want. And I can give it to you."

Victor looked frightened.

"No" he said. "Go dust or whatever a maid does."

"As you wish" said Roy, sadly. He turned to go, looked back over his shoulder, and winked at Victor, then blew him a kiss. He did some dusting for a few minutes, then looked at the clock. The hour was almost up! He moved the clean clothes into the dryer, then went back to make one last pass at Victor. It *had* to work. He brought another beer (noting that Victor had drank the second one), then got down on his knees.

"I want you, baby" said Roy. "I'd do anything, if you'd let me go down on you."

"No!" said Victor. "Get out of my sight! Go into the kitchen, and don't talk to me again!"

"As you wish" said Roy sadly. He had just lost his chance to have Annette for his own. He had tried his best, several times, but he had failed. He walked glumly into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he heard the door open, and Annette's voice talking to Victor. Annette came into the kitchen.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"Victor ordered me to come into here, and to stay here. So here I am, awaiting further instructions."

"You were a very good girl" said Annette, leaning over and giving Roy a kiss on the cheek. "Go into my bedroom, and wait for me there."

Roy nodded, and headed back there. A few minutes later, she returned, carrying a notebook computer in her hand. She sat down beside Roy, turned the computer on, and brought up a web page from a bookmark.

"That looks like your livingroom" said Roy, as he looked at the image on the screen.

"Yes. And watch this" said Annette.

She walked out of the room, and as Roy watched the screen, she suddenly appeared! She smiled and waved, then turned to leave. Roy gasped. She had installed a hidden web-cam!

"I didn't got into work as you know. I went to the coffee house, got onto their WIFI, then watched & listened to the whole thing."

"You saw all that?" said Roy, feeling his face blush, as he realized that she saw him try to flirt with Victor, and unsuccessfully try to seduce him. She saw all that? Roy felt *so* embarrassed!

"Before you came over, I told Victor all about you. I told him that you were really a man, and that I turned you to my maid, and that I've been feminizing you. I told him that you're to the point where you really want to be with a man. And I told him that *he* was going to be your first."

Roy's mind reeled. She told Victor all of that? He *knew* that 'Shannon' was really a man? Roy thought he was going to just die from humiliation and embarrassment.

"I warned him that you would probably come on to him" continued Annette. "And then I gave him one order."

"What was that?" asked Roy, meekly.

"I told him that he was to give in to you. I ordered him to let you kiss him, and to let you go down on him. I told him that if he wanted to be with me, he was going to have to give in, and have sex with a man first."

"First?" asked Roy.

"Yes. I've never let him have me yet. And he never will. He didn't obey me, so he's not worthy."

"But the condoms..."

"That was for show. If I was to build a feminine personality inside of you, I needed to make you think that I was taken already."

"You said he was your boyfriend...."

"Not anymore. I will never see him again. As soon as we get done fucking, you can take his picture down, and replace it with one of you and I together. You're my girlfriend now, and nobody is going to come between us."

She leaned over and kissed Roy so hard that he just melted in her arms.

"I love you" he said.

"And I love you" she replied. "You have proved that you are the one for me. Tomorrow, we'll go get registered to get married. You're going to spend all of your life with me, from now on. You will move in with me, and we will share our lives together."

Roy was so happy that tears started to well up, then trickle down his cheeks. Annette wiped them away, and smiled supportively.

"Your tux on our wedding night will be the very last time you're put on man's clothes. You'll live with me as my wife. You will continue to do all of the things that the woman traditionally does in the marriage, and I will of course continue your feminization. I meant what I said about wanting to see you with real boobs. Some day, you'll wake up and decide that you're ready to have a pussy too. Some day, you will become a *real* woman, in every way. Over the next few years, I will gradually move you more and more towards womanhood. You are going to be my wife. You are going to be a real woman."

Roy was getting so hard, hearing the words. Annette mounted him, not even bothering to remove her dress. She was on top, as always, and she put one of her dildos into his mouth as she bounced up and down on him.

"I think I'll start you on hormones soon. Then we'll start to see some real changes. Our honeymoon will be to a tropic destination, where I know a good doctor who will do some work on your face. And I might have him work on your waist, so you won't need to use a girdle anymore. Your mind is becoming more and more feminine by the day, as are your emotions. It is time for your body to catch up, so you can reach your full feminine potential."

"Just think of it Shannon. Today, you tried with all your heart to seduce a man. You wanted desperately to suck his dick. You've got a dick in your mouth now, even if it is just a dildo. There is no way you would have done any of this, for any reason, when I first met you. At first, you were just turned on by dressing up in lady's clothes. But now you have changed. Now you're willing to do things that only a woman would do. No matter how you justified it in your mind, you were *willing* to do it. It is time that you let go whatever inner part of yourself thinks of itself as male. You're a woman now, in your heart, your mind and your soul. You are a woman."

As Roy come inside of Annette, he saw the truth of it. He wasn't a man anymore. He did feel masculine in any way at all. She was right; he was no longer the same person he had started out as. *She* was Shannon now. *She* was a woman. And she had never been so happy in all of her life. She was going to marry Annette! She was going to be so happy, to be Annette's loving wife. She took the dildo out of her mouth, and kissed Annette.

"I love you so much" said Shannon. "I am all yours. How may I serve you?"

Annette smiled. Her work was succeeded. Roy was no more, his very soul replaced by a feminine equivalent. It had been hard work, and had taken a lot of planning, but it paid off in the end. She had the perfect life partner now. Someone who worshiped her, and would do anything she asked. Someone who could please her in bed, and would be willing to try *anything* she desired. Someone who loved her with all their heart, and would never dream of cheating. Someone who could get her pregnant, but would then lovingly raise the baby, as if it was their own. Roy had become Shannon, and he was now her perfect mate.

The two lovers kissed. A full loving life of happiness laid before them now. They looked into each other's eyes, and their hearts leapt with joy. They both had found exactly what they needed.

  

  

  

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