Desperate Housewife

by Jennifer White

 

Kathryn really did feel desperate. She was sure that her husband Phil was having an affair again. She had cried herself to sleep again the night before, and she was at the end of her rope. A few days later, she found herself at her friend Terri's house. Terri's husband seemed so perfect.

"Why can't my Phil be more like him?" she lamented.

"Actually, he can be" said Terri warmly.

 

Katheryn was astounded. She didn't think it was possible for a man to change. She had been trying to change Phil for years, but he was determined to do whatever it was *he* wanted. He wouldn't even wear the outfits that she suggested for him! He was hopeless.

But Terri explained that she had received help from a friend. Her name was Ayla, and she was very knowledgeable about hypnosis.

"That's not real" said Kathryn, disappointed.

"Oh yes it is" replied Terri.

She led Kathryn up to her room, where she got out a picture of her husband, made up to look like a woman.

"Ayla made him become like that."

"What good does that do you?"

"Oh honey, you don't realize! Once he wants to be a woman, he is fully yours!"

 

She went on to explain how she now had her husband under full control. And how he *wanted* to be a woman like her. Then she really surprised Kathryn. She went to her husband, and told him to dress up as a woman, and return to them.

"I'm going to show you off to my friend" said Terri.

Kathryn was amazed when he did it! And he acted just like a woman. It was clear: he was fully in her control. Kathryn was convinced. When she left, it was with Ayla's number firmly in hand.

 

* * *

 

After meeting with Ayla, Kathryn decided to hire her, and begin a program. First, Ayla started to teach Kathryn how she could put her husband into a hypnotic trance. It would be impossible to learn everything. But if she could get him into a trance, then Ayla could do the rest. But learning would take some time.

"But don't worry" said Ayla. "You *will* learn. But in the mean time I have an assignment for you."

"What's that?" asked Kathryn.

"We're going to give your husband a fetish. That is how we will gain control of him."

"A fetish?"

"Yes my dear. We will make him fall in love with lingerie."

 

First, Kathryn was to cut him off in bed completely. And pressure him not to be out there pleasing himself. In fact, she was to try and keep her husband for having any release for 2 weeks. It would be difficult, but it would be worth it if she could do it.

 

* * *

 

It wasn't just hard for Kathryn to get him to do what she wanted. It was hard on her physically not to have him pleasing her in bed. Although she was having relationship troubles with him, he had at least kept her satisfied in bed. It was on the other aspects of their relationship where there were problems.

But using a old vibrator of hers, she was able to get by. But it wasn't quite the same as doing it with a partner who was warm and touched her in more places than one. But she was able to get by, making the sacrifice she'd need for now. She could make up for it later.

Daily, she had a session with Ayla, to learn the technique she would need to put her husband under. And the days passed by, one by one, until the full painful two weeks had elapsed. She was ready. And so was Ayla.

 

Ayla and Kathryn had it all prearranged. Ayla was in the guest bedroom with the door shut, calmly reading her copy of Cosmo. Meanwhile, as soon as Phil arrived home from work, Kathryn was dressed in a seductive robe, over the top of a fancy new lingerie set she had bought. From the corset, to the nylons, to the high heels she was wearing, she was dressed to kill. Or to seduce her husband.

She wore her best perfume. She had her hair done that day. And her nails. She was perfect, and he could not resist her. They went upstairs, and had wild sex, with the pent up energy of the past two weeks.

 

When they were done, Kathryn started to use the technique that Ayla had taught her. Soon, Phil was feeling so sleepy! He thought it was because of the physical act he had just performed. But in reality, he was going into a trance, which was shutting down his conscious mind.

He didn't realize that he was in a state where he would be very open to suggestion. Especially from an expert, like Ayla. Soon she was at work on him.

 

"You love lingerie" she told him, putting thoughts into his helpless mind. "You find that you cannot get aroused, unless your partner has on the sexiest, most lovely and delicate lingerie."

And an on she went, implanting the idea ins in his head.

"When you see lingerie, you get excited. You want to surf the net to look at ads for lingerie. Every free moment you will dedicate to seeking it on the net. And you will buy it, for your wife..."

 

When she was done, she put him into a state of deep sleep. He would not remember their session when he woke up; just the implanted thoughts. Ayla went off with Kathryn into another room where they could talk.

 

"Why did you make him want to surf the net all the time? I don't want him looking at pictures of other women! I feel so inadequate next to those models they have on the web."

"If he is online, he isn't with his girlfriend" said Ayla. "His need for other women is too strong to cure in one session dear. But now he'll have a proxy; someone to stand in for her. He'll be so tied up looking on the web, that he won't even think of her. She'll most likely get upset with him, and leave him, since he's not paying attention to her anymore. That will free him up to give all his attention to *you*."

"I wish there was some other way! I don't look pretty like those perfect models."

"Who all have had surgeries. And get their photos airbrushed. Don't worry Kathryn. When I'm done with him, you will be the *only* woman in the world, as far as he is concerned."

 

* * *

 

Now Kathryn had to wait another week before she could bed Phil again. And once more, it was difficult for her to get through. But now at least she knew he wasn't going to be with his girlfriend. And Ayla had implanted instructions for him *not* to touch himself. So she knew that he was very eager. But she refused his advances, night after night, until the appointed day.

Once again, she dressed up to seduce him when he returned from work. But this time, in an outfit that *he* had picked out and purchased online. Unlike the red that she had chosen, Phil bought an outfit all in white. She guessed that he had the idea of a bride stuck in his head, wearing all the white silky things. And so she put them on for him, and he was immediately aroused.

They didn't even make it to the bedroom; he had her in the hallway. He couldn't wait that long. Katheryn was disappointed though, because he came so quickly, that she didn't get an orgasm. She gritted her teeth, and started to put Phil into his trance, so Ayla could work on him again.

 

Ayla started on him right away. She was going to build up his obsession with lingerie, and amplify his desires for it. Soon, with repeated treatments, he would think about it all the time until it consumed him.

 

* * *

 

Kathryn was now making love with her husband on a daily basis, fulfilling her physical needs. She always dressed up in lingerie for him, even though it was a pain. He was constantly buying new outfits for her, and she wore them to please him and get him excited.

Each time after they made love, he was put into a deep trance. And Ayla would work on his mind. Now he *needed* lingerie. He needed it to get excited. He could not get hard if Kathryn wasn't wearing it. It was all that he thought about, all day and night, when he wasn't at work.

 

"I'm really worried about him!" said Kathryn to Ayla. "I mean, he *is* obsessed with lingerie now. It is all he can talk about. I'm sick of wearing it, and I'm sick of hearing about it!"

"I know" she said in a comforting tone. "But this is a difficult process. I'm almost ready to move him to the next stage. But part of his inner self will resist and push back. He thinks it is 'wrong' for a man to become a woman inside. And so if we are to be successful with him, we need to keep his mind completely occupied. He will be so focused on his fetish, that he won't notice himself becoming more and more female, and more and more *yours* to control."

 

That comforted her, and so the sessions continued.

 

* * *

 

Now came the fateful day. Ayla said he was ready. Kathryn was sick of the lingerie, and eager to move on. This day would tell if all their hard work had paid off or not. If Phil's mind was too strong (which Ayla didn't seem to think was the case), or if they had moved too quickly, everything could go awry. This was the biggest day for him.

 

Ayla worked out a scenario with Kathryn. It was very important that she do exactly what they rehearsed, over and over. As usual, she was waiting for Phil when he came home from work. She was wearing a sheer robe, but nothing else. When they got to their bedroom, she removed the robe, standing there nude in front of him.

Just as Ayla said, no matter what he tried, Phil just could not get himself aroused. He could not get hard! Her bare skin wasn't enough; he needed something lacy and frilly, like he had been dreaming of all day. Phil felt so frustrated! This had never happened to him before. He had *always* been able to perform.

Ayla had predicted that he would ask her to dress up for him. And sure enough, she was right.

 

"Would you put on that new set of stockings and garters I bought you?" he said. "And that white corset would look really cool on you too."

"No!" she said, just as she had practiced. "I'm tired of all those things!"

"Buy darling, you look so beautiful when you're dressed up like that."

Kathryn went to the dresser, and pulled out the white corset he had mentioned.

"If you like it so much" she said sharply, "then *you* wear it."

 

She had spoken the exact words needed to trigger something in Phil. The words "....you wear it...." echoed on and on in his head. As she put the corset into his hands, he immediately got fully aroused.

"Think of it surrounding you" said Kathryn in her most seductive tone of voice. "You'll feel it all around you. All of you covered with the corset. Soft silky stockings encasing your legs. You won't just see a little of it, you'll get to *feel* it, all over. It will be *so* close to you. And all around you."

 

Phil couldn't help it. The implanted commands in his head made him get *so* aroused! He found himself letting her put the corset around him, and fasten it in the back. He let her put a sexy garter belt around him, then pull dark stockings up his legs. He attached them himself.

"You've felt so jealous, because only *I* could wear this" she said. "Now it is for you too. Doesn't that feel good?"

"Oh yes!" he said, getting even more excited. He could feel it all around him! The constraining feeling from the corset was heavenly! Everything was so soft, so gentle, so wonderful! Kathryn pushed him back on the bed, and mounted him from the top. She moved slowly up and down, trying to make him last as long as possible.

When he finally did come, it was better than normal. It was better than his *first* time. It was like all of the climaxes in his life added together. He was quivering when she was done with him. And he automatically lapsed into his state of relaxed calm. She didn't even need to put him into a trance!

 

"I need you to leave the room now" said Ayla.

"Why?" asked Kathryn.

"Because this session will be very difficult. I don't want you to see it."

"What are you going to do?"

"Today, I'm going to make him wish he was female."

 

Kathryn left the room. She went down the hall, and took a long hot bath, using her favorite scented bath gel. As she relaxed in the steamy room, Ayla worked on Phil, altering his mind some more.

"You know now that you have been so obsessed with lingerie, because you know you want to wear it" she said. "All the time, every minute of every day, you cannot *bear* to be without it. You *have* to feel it around you. You'll have it on under your clothes at work. Or under your nightie in bed."

Phil was still in a state of shock from the intensity of the sex. Ayla's words went into his brain, and took root, as if he had thought those things himself. But she wasn't done. She had more to say.

"Every time you see a woman, you will look at her, and wonder what she is wearing underneath her clothes. Does she have a bra on? What kind? Underwire? Sports bra? Pushup? Longline? Or better yet, a corset? You will look at each and every woman, imagining what she has on underneath her clothes. And no matter how young or old she is, no matter whether she is comely or homely, you will always feel one thing: jealousy."

Ayla smiled. He was taking it all in.

"You will feel jealous that she can openly wear lingerie, and you can't" she continued. "You will wish with all your heart that you could be like her. How terrible your fate that you were born in a man's body, when you *know* on the inside that you are really *female*. You know yourself to be a woman. That is why you love to dress up in pretty things. That is why you love your wife so much: you want to be just like her. Just like her. You wish you were a woman, just like her....."

 

* * *

 

Kathryn couldn't believe it when Phil started to dress up in the morning. Before putting on his suit and tie, he first stepped into a pair of the silky white panties he had bought for her, and the matching lacy bra. Then he put on his clothes, as if it was just something he did every day!

"Love you honey" he said. "I'll see you at six?"

"Bye-bye" she said, giving him a little kiss.

Ayla had told her this day would come, but she just didn't believe it.

 

That night, she was in her sexiest outfit of lingerie, including a pair stockings with frilly cuffs at the top, and a bra that had holes in the middle, so her nipples would stick out. When Phil came through the door, she called him upstairs, and he almost jumped when he saw her.

"Not yet!" she ordered, when he came over and tried to kiss her. "First, put those on!"

She pointed to the bed, where another set of pretty lingerie was laid out for him. Phil eagerly undressed, including his bra and panties. Then he dressed up in the lingerie. Now they were both in sexy outfits. Sexy for a woman, that is. And they made sweet love in bed for an hour. He really took care of her this time!

 

They did this every evening now, with Ayla coming over on alternate days. She reinforced his conditioning, and added more and more to his new feminine desires.

"You want to feel your skin all smooth and silky" she said. "Without all that awful body hair. You want to be as smooth and sexy as the lingerie you wear....."

 

* * *

 

It wasn't long after Phil shaved off all of his body hair, that he started to feel new needs. Every time he saw a woman, he felt bad because he wasn't like her. If only he had breasts like she did! If only he had curves. He hated his body now, because it wasn't like Kathryn's. Plus, what at waste it was to have all that wonderful lingerie on beneath his clothes. His misshapen body just didn't do it justice.

It was a terrifying thought for a man to realize that he wished he was a woman! But he just could not shake the feeling. He went out from work during his lunch break one day, to go shopping. He went to a specialty store, and purchased a pair of breast forms. They were very realistic looking, including a prominent nipple in the front. When he got home that night, he put them inside his bra, and they made him feel so much better!

It made him feel such overwhelming to see himself in the mirror, with boobs! But the bulge in the front of his panties made him blush with embarrassment. It just seemed so wrong. He wished he was getting wet, not getting hard. It disgusted him to see his panties in a 'tent' like that.

It was at that moment that he decided to go and buy a 'gaff', a device worn between the legs, to tuck back his little bulge, and keep it hidden so that he looked smooth and flat in the front. As soon as it arrived in the mail, he put it on, and wore it all the time. He started to wish that he didn't have any bulges in his pants. He was starting to wish that he really did have a pussy, like Kathryn did. It wasn't fair! She was a woman. Why couldn't he have been born that way too?

 

He didn't realize that all these new needs and feelings were coming into his mind because he was being hypnotized daily, with new thoughts and feelings being programmed into him. As far as he was concerned, it was *him* who created those thoughts.

In fact, Ayla had started to plant a few false memories in his mind.

"You remember as a little boy, that you wanted to dress up just like mommie, because even back then, you wished you were a girl. All your life, you've wanted to be female. You've tried to forget your feelings, but you cannot deny them. You *want* to be a woman. And you always have."

 

With each session, Ayla taught Kathryn more and more what to do once he was under. Soon, she was actively participating in giving him orders. Soon, she'd be able to do it all herself, with no outside help. She started out by working on his mind, building another new desire: the desire to serve *her*.

"If you serve me, as my slave" she whispered, "I'll help you become a woman. Show me how submissive you are to me, and I'll reward you by making you feel like a girl. The more you treat me as your perfect goddess, the more I'll treat *you* like a woman. Show me how obedient you are to me! I want to see you with your new boobs in your pretty bra."

 

It took a few days of giving him the same suggestion, to override any resistance he had in his mind. Kathryn was thrilled that *she* had been the one to control him like that. It was a Wednesday, when he came home from work, ran upstairs, and returned in his casual clothes. With fake boobs filling up his bra.

For the past few weeks, she had noticed the bra under his clothes, but had said nothing, as Ayla had told her. He was to think that she didn't notice. But there was no mistaking now. It looked like he had big, full boobs on his chest. And *she* had made him do this!

If he had put in his boobs, then he must be willing to show her how obedient he was. And how subservient. So Kathryn was ready to test him out. She looked at him, looked him up and down, and smiled.

 

"Why are you wearing those?" she said.

"What?" replied Phil, in a shaky voice. Part of him thought that putting in his boobs in front of his wife was a bad idea. But he felt like he *had* to do it.

"Those pants!" said Kathryn. "How dare you wear *men's* pants in front of me! Here. Take this."

 

She handed him a bag full of clothes, which she had shopped for a few days prior. Phil took the bag from her, and looked inside.

"Go put those on. Now!" she said.

"Yes dear" he replied sheepishly. He turned to leave.

"Did I say to go?" said Kathryn sternly.

"No..." said Phil.

"Then you don't have permission to leave, do you?"

"No, I don't" he said.

"Tell me you are sorry, for disobeying me. And do it on your knees!"

Phil got down on his knees.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you! I really am!" he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"There, there" said Kathryn, giving him a pet on the head, as one might do to their dog. "I forgive you. This one time. And this one time only. You will never disobey me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Phil, almost in a whisper.

"Good" said Kathryn. "Now open up the bag, and see what I bought for you!"

 

Phil pulled the clothes out of the bag. His face lit up when he saw that she had purchased a pair of *women's* stretch jeans, in his size. And a tank top with little thin straps, and a deep V neck. He put the outfit on, and showed it off to Kathryn.

"There," she said, "Don't you feel more feminine now?"

"Yes..." he hissed in a whisper.

"Don't worry sweetie" she said. "I *like* the fact that you want to be a woman like me. I'm going to help you feel more and more like a woman."

Phil started to cry a tear. He couldn't believe his wife was being so kind to him! He could remember dressing in his sister's clothes, in private. Or looking at the girls in Playboy, wishing he was them. He had always wanted to be a girl, but nobody had ever been willing to help him before!

His heart melted. He was totally in love with Kathryn. He would do anything for her! A woman who could make him feel like *he* was a woman, was beyond perfect. She was his hero. His everything. He lived to serve her.

 

* * *

 

When Kathryn bought a sexy French maid costume for Phil, he gladly accepted it and dressed up in it. He would do the housework, acting as the maid, serving Kathryn as if she was the queen. Every day she helped him learn something new. How to put on makeup. How to do his hair. She bought him jewelry. She had him get his ears pierced. She bought him fake nails he could wear at home.

And the more like a girl he felt, the more he became hers. Now he was her complete slave, doing everything for her. When she wanted it. How she wanted it. Without question. Without hesitation. And Kathryn exerted her control over him.

 

"Tell me" she said one day. "Were you cheating on me with another woman?"

"Yes" replied Phil, as if he was telling her whether it was raining outside.

"What is her name?" she asked.

"Rachel."

"I want you to call her now for me" said Kathryn. "I want you to give her a message."

"Sure. What should I say?"

He didn't do anything, without her telling him anymore.

"Tell her the truth. That you are my slave now, and that you're becoming a woman, so you can't ever see her again. Tell her you're completely in *my* control, and that you don't love her."

 

Phil picked up the phone.

"Hello? Rachel? Hi!"

He paused as she talked loudly. Although Kathryn couldn't hear her words, she was sure that Phil was being chewed out for not paying her any attention anymore.

"Listen Rachel, I have something to tell you" he said. "First of all, I don't love you anymore. You see, I'm becoming a woman. Yes, a woman. I belong to my wife now. I'm completely hers. Yes, she controls me in every way, and she's letting me become more and more female. Isn't that wonderful? What? No? Well I'm sorry. Yes. I guess we won't see each other anymore. Okay. Good-bye."

 

Kathryn smiled. It was the ultimate revenge for his having an affair on her. Her husband was standing there, dressed as a sexy French maid, telling his now ex-girlfriend that he was becoming female, and that he was completely in hers! It was so empowering to know that Phil was so much in her control.

But now a turning point had been reached. She could leave things as they were, or she could continue him further in his journey into womanhood. She was willing to forgive Phil his one indiscretion. However, she had to know more about his past. But first she needed to reward him for his obedience.

 

"Good girl" she said, causing Phil to smile. "Since you were so good, I have a treat for you."

"Yes?" he said, perking up, using the feminine posture she had been teaching him.

"Since you are so much like a girl, I've decided to give you a girl's name. From now on, I shall call you Caroline."

"Caroline" he repeated tenderly.

"Yes. To me, you are a girl now. You are Caroline. I'll be referring to you as 'her' and 'she' when I talk about you with my girlfriends. When I have them over, I'll show you off to them. You can serve us all drinks. What do you think of that?"

"You're so wonderful!" he said.

 

There. That was the reward. Now for the next tough question.

"Caroline, tell me. Other than Rachel, how many affairs have you had?"

"Lets see" he said. "There was Cindi, Annette, Jenna, Hazel...."

"More than five?" asked Kathryn.

"At least a dozen" he replied flatly.

It didn't matter *what* she asked him. He would answer any question from her with full honesty.

 

Now the wheels were spinning in Kathryn's head. She was fuming inside. She had been willing to forgive him one affair. But not a dozen others! She decided right then and there that he needed more than to be tamed; he needed to be truly punished.

So right then and there, she seduced him, and then put him into his hypnotic trance. After a quick cell phone call to Ayla for detailed instructions, she started to implant the final things she'd need in his head. It would take a few weeks, but the progress had been so good so far, that it would be easy to complete the job.

 

* * *

 

"Mistress Kathryn?" said Phil, as he knelt before her. Ever since he had admitted to all his affairs, Kathryn had exerted even more dominance over him. Now they had a Master-Slave relationship.

"Yes, slave Caroline" she replied.

"Please Mistress, can I take my hormones?"

"Yes you may" she said as she towered over him. "But first you must sign these papers."

 

Katheryn had the paperwork drawn up to give *her* full power of attorney over his affairs. She would transfer all of his assets into accounts that only *she* controlled. She would put the house in her name only. On paper, he would have nothing now. His paycheck would be direct deposited into *her* account. He'd have to beg her, even for lunch money at work.

After he signed the papers, she rewarded him by allowing him to take his female hormones. Little by little, they would continue to transform him into a her. And now, it was time for him to please his Mistress.

 

For the past few days, since the latest programming kicked in, Phil had lost his last desires to please a woman. Now he only pleasured her because he was ordered to. He would use the vibrator on her, as he sucked her nipples.

"As you touch me, feel how much you want to be like me" she said. "As you put the vibrator deep inside my warm wet pussy, imagine that it is a man, up inside *yours*. You will have a pussy of your own soon. Soon, you will be a woman too. That excites you, doesn't it?"

"Yes my Mistress" he said.

"Good. You are a good slave, Caroline. Once your feminization is complete, you'll make a wonderful wife for some lucky man."

"Yes Mistress" he said.

"I might take a lover" she said. "When he's here, making love to me, I might let you watch from the closet. You can't ever penetrate me again, slave. You're not a man anymore. Tell me that you're no longer a man."

"I'm no longer a man" he said with full conviction.

"Tell me you want me to take another lover, so I can be satisfied."

"I want you to take another lover" he said. "I want you to be satisfied."

"Good" said Kathryn, just as she got her orgasm. It would be the first of many that she would make him give her that night...

 

* * *

 

"Terri, would you like another cup of tea?" said Kathryn to her friend.

"I do believe I would" replied Terry, as she daintily put down her cup. It was smudged with her red lipstick.

"Caroline! Please bring another cup of tea for our guest. Get her a fresh cup too!"

"Yes Mistress" said Caroline, as she hurried to please her Mistress.

Caroline had no shame about being paraded out in front of Kathryn's friends. She liked to show 'her' off, and show her friends how much he was under her control.

 

Caroline hurried back with the tea on a tray. By now, she had forgotten her male name. In fact, she had almost forgotten that she was a man at all. Now Kathryn sent him to scurry off on some other errand.

 

"You were right about Ayla" she said. "She really helped turn my relationship around."

"I hate to say it, but I told you so!" replied Terri.

"I can't thank you enough. I owe it to you, in a way."

"You don't have to worry my dear. Seeing you happy is reward enough."

"But do you know what?"

"What's that?"

"I was thinking about poor Tammi. Her husband has been very cruel to her."

"Do you think we should call Ayla for her?"

"Definitely! I'd love to see her husband wind up in a dress, serving her!"

"Let's make the call right now!"

 

The two women smiled. Tammi's husband didn't know what he was going to be in for.....

  

  

  

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