A Family Affairs

by Jennifer White

 

Husbands don't understand housewives. He works hard, but when he's off on his weekly business trip, eating at fancy restaurants with clients, traveling first class all around the country, I am at home, but I'm working just as hard. I cook the food (after *I* do the shopping of course), clean the house, raise the children (with three children, there is always something that needs to be cleaned!), shop for clothes, do the wash, drive the children around to school and after school activities, balance the checkbook, write out all the birthday cards for both our families (he doesn't remember his own parent's birthdays!), and a million other details.

Sean and I were married young, and had children right away. The oldest was Alice, then came Freddy, and finally Debbie. Then I had my tubes tied. He didn't like the idea at first, but I told him that if he wanted more children, we could have them as long as *he* was the one who had to carry them for nine months, then give birth. That shut him up on the topic.

 

Now the children were all through college, and things were starting to settle down. Our plans were to have him work for three more years, then retire early. We liked to vacation in Florida, and we were going to buy a place down there. At first, we'd go back and forth from there to here, but over time, we'd start living down there more often.

But as we reached this point of our lives, we had drifted apart. He spend more and more time out on the road with clients, and sometimes I swore that he did it to be away from me. I don't know if I was too needy when he came home, but sometimes I only got to see him Friday night, Saturday, and part of Sunday.

So we almost lead separate parallel lives, only coming together for a time. It wasn't my ideal scenario, but when he retired, things would get better. We had been through some rough times, but we had made it this far. We would find a way.

 

* * *

 

One day however, my world was rocked by news that I found out through a chance occurrence. One of Debbie's friends was Janette, and they had been in school together, as well as soccer, ballet, drama club, and even as far back as brownies. They were fast friends. Janette happened to be in town, because her college had the week off. She stopped by with a bouquet of fresh flowers for me. She was very thoughtful.

"Why thank you!" I said, smiling. You didn't have to.

"You were like a second mom to me" said Janette, "so it's the least I can do."

We chatted for a while, caught up on friends, and talked about the old days. Then the topic of my husband came up.

"He looks well" she said.

"Oh, when did you see him?" I asked. He hadn't told me that he saw her. He probably didn't even know who she was, only being our daughter's best friend. He was usually to busy to notice 'unimportant' details like that.

"I saw him yesterday, at Prego's" she said.

"Yesterday? No, he's in Chicago on business."

"No, it was definitely him. He was there with his niece."

"His niece? Which one?"

"The one who is about 26 years old, a six foot tall blond, you know, the one with the big boobies."

"How do you know it's his niece?"

"He told me. I said hello, and he didn't seem to recognize me at first. I said I was Debbie's friend, and then he introduced me to her."

Tears started to well up in my eyes. He didn't have a niece like that. All his nieces had dark hair. And none of them were in their twenties. He was supposed to be out of town. I felt humiliated. I was such a fool! He was cheating on me, right here in town! The tears flowed freely now.

"What's the matter Mrs. Thornton?"

I sobbed out of control. I told her the truth.

"That's terrible! Please, let me know if there is anything at all I can do to help you. I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way."

I thanked her, and she knew that she had to leave so that I could have some time to myself. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.

 

* * *

 

For two days I moped around. He would be home tomorrow, and how could I even look him in the eye? I could see what he was up to. If I got in a fight with him, he'd sue for divorce, and run off with that young thing. I went into his den, opened his desk (he didn't know that I had the combination to his lock!), and went through his papers.

We were supposed to have over $500,000 saved up in his retirement plan, as well as stocks, bonds and CDs. I went through his papers, but the numbers didn't add up. He must have been hiding his money. He must have moved it somewhere that I couldn't get at it if we did break up. I'd be poor, having never worked while I raised the children, but he'd be off in the tropics with some hussy young enough to be his daughter. It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was heading.

I had to do something. This week, when he came home. I had to make sure that he could not go through with his plan. I had to take action, now!

 

 

I stayed up all night considering different options. I couldn't kill him (although I almost felt angry enough to do that!), so it had to be something that would make him stick with me. But what did I have to offer, when he had a 26 year old blond bimbo? We hadn't had sex in years. He said he was impotent, and he didn't want to go on viagra. So I was limited to my vibrator.

He must be doing something with her though. I had to find a way to make her not want him anymore. Something that would scare her away. Then he would be mine again. I needed to find a way to control him.

After hours and hours, a smile came to my face. I knew what I was going to do. I went shopping, and bought the supplies I would need.

 

* * *

 

He came home around 9:30pm on Friday. Of course, he had said he'd be home at 6, so I had made dinner for him. It was cold now, and he said that his flight was late, so he ate at the airport. I bet that if I called the airlines, his flight would have been on time. I bet he got in, had a quickie with *her*, and then came home.

But I pretended to believe him. It was critical that he didn't suspect anything was wrong. Yet.

 

"Oh you poor dear, travel can be so hard on you. Why don't you sit down, and I'll fix you a drink." I said.

He nodded, and headed to the easy chain in the family room. He picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels.

 

I brought him his favorite: scotch and water, on the rocks. However, I added in an extra ingredient today. I had dissolved several sleeping tablets into the scotch, and one other special additive. I made sure to use brands that had very little or no taste. I only put a dash of it into his first drink, so he wouldn't notice the different taste very much. Then I could load up the second.

He grunted when I handed him the glass, instead of even saying "thank you". I ignored it, and sipped my wine while asking him about his day. He was more interested in reading the paper, so I just watched the TV.

When his glass got low, I went to get him another.

"Use a new glass. I think I tasted some detergent on that one. Rinse it off better next time" he said.

"Yes dear" I replied.

I brought him his second drink, and made it stronger. Both with the alcohol, and with my additives. He sipped it down, and even sucked on the ice when the glass was empty. I smiled. He was in trouble now.

 

Within fifteen minutes, he complained of being groggy.

"You must be tired dear. Let me help you up to bed."

He agreed, so I helped him upstairs. He would have stumbled and fell if I had just left him alone. I hoped I hadn't made it too strong. What if he died in his sleep? Oh well, too bad for him then! I hated to have such a cold heart, but this was entirely his fault.

We got to the top of the stairs, and I had to practically drag him.

"Why don't I put you to be here dear. It's too far to our room."

"OK" he mumbled, slurring his words now. I put him to bed in the girl's room. Within five minutes, he was out like a light. It was time to get to work on him.

 

* * *

 

When Sean woke up, he was still very groggy. I was sitting by his side, holding his hand. He looked up at me weakly.

"What's wrong? I feel so weak" he said.

"That's to be expected" I replied.

"What do you mean?" he said, struggling to talk.

"I told you that much estrogen at first might make you weak, as it acted on your body."

"What the hell do you mean?" he said, angry now.

"Don't you remember last night?" I said.

"No..."

He tried to search his mind, but he was drawing a blank.

"Last night, after you had your drinks. You told me about your deepest desire. Your inner calling. And we started you down the path you wanted."

"What path?" he said.

"Don't you remember?"

"No! Out with it woman. What is going on?"

"Last night dear. We came upstairs, and you told me that you wanted to change your life. I was supportive of you, as always, so I helped you. You told me how hard it is to be a man, and how you wish with all your heart that you were a woman. You said..."

"I said no such thing!" he roared, but started coughing. It took too much energy to do that.

"Yes you did dear. That's why we did all those things last night."

"What things?" he said weakly.

I stood up, pulled the covers off of him, and let him look at himself.

"My god!" he said in disbelief.

 

When I had moved him into the bed, I had gone to work. I had used my Nair to remove all of his body hair. I rubbed him all over with scented creams and lotions. I cut off his clothes, put him into panties and a bra (stuffed with a set of falsies I bought at the drug store), after applying a generous dose of breast cream on him. Then I struggled to get him into a nightie. I painted his nails, both fingers and toes. I put jewelry on him. I covered him with perfume, and applied more during the night.

I whispered into his hear all night, telling him that he was a woman now. I planted suggestions in his head. I gave him new desires, and new thoughts. From time to time, I'd go to sleep, then wake up, and work on him some more. He slept in until after 10:00, and by now, the suggestions I had given him must be sinking in. If that book I read had any truth to it.

 

"What have you done to me?" he said.

"Me? *You* did all that. I just helped you, and gave you pointers. Don't you remember?"

"No" he said weakly.

"You told me that you wished you were a woman, and that you wanted to go by the name Seana now. You asked me to help you. You took almost half a bottle of my estrogen pills! Don't you remember? What's wrong with you?" I said, as if hurt.

"I....I...." he stammered. Thinking of having just taken massive doses of female hormones really shocked him. In fact, he hadn't taken any pills, except the ones I had dissolved into his drink. So in reality, he did take two weeks worth of female hormones, all at once.

Now the book I had read told me about how a person who is in a semi-sleep state, like he should have been from the booze and the pills, should be very open to suggestion. It told how to plant a suggestion, and how to trigger one when the person comes to again. I sure hoped that it worked, otherwise my plan might only have limited effectiveness.

 

"Come on Seana, lets get you downstairs for some breakfast. Maybe you'll feel better if you get some food in you."

"OK" he said, as he struggled to get out of bed. He put his feet into the fluffy pink slippers I had laid out for him, and came downstairs with me.

He looked like such an idiot in a nightie, wearing a bra stuffed with fake boobs. But he didn't even seem to notice, or do anything to get out of the clothes. So far, so good.

 

I served him juice, toast, bran cereal, and coffee. I gave him his vitamins, some of my soy isoflavones, and five estrogen pills. He gulped them all down with the juice, without comment. Another good sign.

"So Seana, you told me last night that you wanted to go out and buy some dresses today. Do you still want to go *shopping*?"

I had made 'shopping' the key word to trigger one of the commands within him.

"Oh yes!" he said. "None of your dresses will fit me, and I need some of my own."

Part of him must have been screaming in protest, but he could not help but obey his new feminine self I had created.

"I can't go out in public like this" he said.

"I understand. I think I still have that wig from Halloween a few years ago when I went as a redhead. How about that?"

"Yes, that would be better! And can you help me with my makeup?"

"Sure dear. I'll try to put together some kind of outfit from your clothes. Something half way presentable. Wait, remember that dress your aunt gave me, that was too big? I was going to give it to the poor, but I think it's also still in the back of the closet."

"That would be wonderful!" he said. Of course, there was no aunt, or no Halloween party. These were things I had bought yesterday. But part of his 'training' I had given him was to not argue with me.

 

* * *

 

So it was that at 1:30, we found ourselves at the mall. He was in drag, and didn't even seem to notice. We went shopping for him, for all sorts of women's clothes, accessories, and even shoes. He seemed to love the experience.

We went home, and he could not wait to put on his new outfit. After fixing his makeup, we looked at the results in the mirror. Now was the time for the second phase of my plan. This would be the hard part, but I hoped it worked.

 

I made us a pot of tea, and we sat out back, sipping it and munching on crackers with tuna salad for lunch.

"Seana, what is the name of that pretty blond girl you had lunch with the other day? She seemed so nice! But I'm bad with names."

"Oh that's Rebecca honey."

"Oh yes. I'm sorry, I forgot. Weren't we supposed to have dinner with her tonight?"

"I'll call her right away" he said.

He picked up the phone and called.

"Hi, it's me" he said. There was a long pause, while he listened. So, she was a talker.

"Would you like to meet for dinner tonight? Yes? How about Georgio's?"

"Seven o'clock" I whispered, holding up 7 fingers.

"I'll make a reservation for 7. See you there!"

He hung up and smiled. I chatted with him, then convinced him to go out with me to see a 'chick flick'. Everything was working according to plan.

 

* * *

 

I made sure that after the film I had to go to the potty, so he would have to wait. I was sort of surprised that he came into the ladies room with me too. I wasn't sure that with just one night of conditioning, he'd be ready for something like that.

I took my time, then fixed my makeup in the mirror, and played with my hair. He did the same, and got a lot of stares. It was apparent to any woman in the place that he was really a man in a dress. But he didn't even seem to notice!

"Oh my goodness, look at the time!" I said. I had kept us until 6:58. We would be a few minutes late for dinner.

We drove over to Georgio's, and had the valet park the car. He gave 'Seana' a strange look. I was going to make a comment about how the 'guys are really looking you over', but I didn't want him to get shocked out of his trance. Just yet anyhow. So I let it go, and distracted him with idle chatter.

The young lady at the podium said that the third person in our party had already arrived, and she took us to our table. We moved through the crowded restaurant, and soon I could see our table in the corner.

There she was, in all her glory. Long blond hair, black evening dress with a low cut neckline, exposing her large breasts. The hemline was short, showing off her long flawless legs. I was jealous, because I never had a body like that! I had been just an average girl, never a beauty queen like this one. But I also felt an intense wave of hatred inside. She was the one who was destroying our marriage. This was going to be a sweet moment!

She didn't even glance at us, not making anything of two women walking to a table. I was closer now, and had a better look at her. She really was a knockout, and had all the little details taken care of. She had wonderful fingernails, no doubt manicured weekly with money from Sean. She had on designer shoes, the kind I loved to look at, but hated wearing. They were so hard on the feet! She had a huge diamond on her finger. So they were engaged too? I had to use all my strength not to cry.

"Here you go" said the seater, pulling back the chair for me.

"Excuse me, I'm meeting someone el..." started the blond in her 'cute' southern drawl that must drive the men crazy. But when she caught view of Sean's face, she stopped in mid-word. She looked Sean up and down, and gasped.

"Hello Rebecca" he said, beaming with pride.

"Ahem" I whispered, elbowing him.

"Oh, sorry. This is my wife, Kate."

"Lovely to meet you *darling*" I said, using another trigger word. The one to turn Sean's conditioning off. I looked up to him, as the expression on his face changed. He suddenly realized that he was in public, in a crowded restaurant, wearing a dress, heels, and pearls. He was with his mistress who thought he was going to marry her, *and* his wife.

I would have paid all the money in the world to have been able to videotape this moment!

 

They still sat in stunned silence. Rebecca had just found out that her sugar daddy went around in public dressed like a woman, and that he had brought his wife to meet her. Sean was dying, not knowing whether to be more upset about having his wife find out about his affair, or the fact that he was in public, dressed as a woman, and he didn't even know how he got there.

 

"Seana has told me so much about you" I said. "She's been taking estrogen, because she told me that she hopes to have breasts as big as yours some day. By the way, I love your shoes! Are they the new Kenneth Cole's?"

"No, they're Etienne Aigner" she mumbled, still in total shock. But then she did something totally unexpected. Something that shocked *me*.

 

"You bastard!" she said, slapping Sean right across the face.

Then she turned to me, and whispered in my ear: "Can you freeze him? Or turn him back into woman mode?"

"Seana, tell Rebecca about your *shopping* trip" I said.

His face changed from fear to ease, and he began to tell her all about the shopping he had done that day.

"That's your trigger word?" she said

"Yes." I was still raging at her. How dare she talk to me like that.

"It's the same one I used on him too! What book are you using?"

I was stunned. She was conditioning him too?

"Uh...the one from Mallory."

"That's the same one I have! What luck. With both of us conditioning him, he didn't stand a chance.

"Seana, *quiet*!" she said, and he just shut up. He sat there with a blank look on his face.

"He is zoned out now. We can talk freely now, and he won't remember a thing" she said.

Now I was the one in total shock, feeling stunned.

 

"Back up" I said. "First of all, stop talking to me like we're friends. You're the b!&ch that is having an affair with my husband. This is all your fault."

"Please Kate, give me a chance to explain."

I put my hands on my hips, but kept my silence. I wanted to hear what this snake had to say, so I could rip her to shreds. Sean may be a lying bag of pond scum, but he was *my* lying bag of pond scum. She had no right to him!

"Kate, first of all you need to understand that he lied to me too. He told me he was a widower. I found a picture of you in his wallet, and he said he carried it to remember you by. He said you died in childbirth. I *cried* when he told me that. It was so sad. But to see that you are real, you exist, can you understand how that makes me feel? I knew he was cheating on me, but I didn't realize that he had a wife too!"

"What do you mean too?" I said.

"Well, I was just at the doctors a few weeks ago. I had something strange, some kind of..." She changed to a whisper: "...vaginal discharge."

I shook my head. A sure sign of a sexually transmitted disease.

"I'm on antibiotics, and the worst is over, but he was my only partner, so it had to come from him. He denied it of course, but how else could I have been infected? It had to be him. So he was cheating on me."

"And it didn't come from me!" I said, now shifting more of my anger back to Sean. "He is the only partner I've had since we started dating."

"You better get yourself checked out, in case he infected you too" she said.

 

Moments ago, I had been seething mad at this woman. But now I had found out that she was actually a nice person, someone caring and kind. Sean had lied to her. She didn't know he was married. The snake had been cheating on *both* of us. And if there were three of us, no doubt there were more.

"He made promises to me" she continued. "He said that we were going to get married soon, we'd move in together, and all that. He promised me that I'd never have to work another day in my life. I fell in love with him. I had *no* idea about you. I am *so* sorry. I wish I could undo what I did. Can you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"I'm so sorry" I said.

"For what?"

"For being so judgmental. I leaped to a conclusion I shouldn't have."

We talked for a while, each begging the other's forgiveness. After half an hour, we were becoming friends instead of mortal enemies. We had a common foe: Sean the snake.

"Why did you start to feminize him?" I asked.

"The same reason you did, for revenge. I was going to make him be a woman in public, then blackmail him for force him to marry me. If I could control him, I'd be able to make him mine."

"I wondered why it was so effective, with only one session."

"Only one session? Didn't you read the whole book?"

I shook my head.

"It takes *months*. I've been going at it for quite some time. I guess you doing it too must have put him over the top. Because he seems completely trained now."

"He sure does. Or should I say 'she'?"

We both laughed.

 

* * *

 

Later that night, we were back at Rebecca's house. All three of us. We left Seana in 'woman mode' all night long, and she was sure acting like one. He was a gabby, chatty woman, who seemed to care more about superficial things like clothes and hairstyles, than anything else. That and gossip: she just loved gossip.

We got tired of him, so we put him into 'freeze' mode to shut him up. Then we got down to business.

 

"So, what are we going to do with him?" I asked.

"Well, I had considered a few options. I looked into getting a sex change operation on him, if he didn't come through and marry me. But do you know how incredibly hard that is?"

"No, not really."

"Well, there is not one, but many operations. And they don't just do it to anyone, you have to enroll in a program, go through all sorts of psychological screenings, live like a woman full time for a year while taking hormones, and other requirements. And the cost is huge! His insurance won't pay for it, and I sure don't have the kind of money it takes for all that."

"Yeah, so I guess that's out of the question. What else can we do?"

"I want him to suffer as *we* suffered. I want him to know what it is like to be mistreated by a man."

"So you're suggesting..."

"That we get him a boyfriend. One that treats him like dirt. Then he'll know. He'll fully understand."

"Excellent! Lets get started!" I said. This was going to be fun.

 

* * *

 

We moved Seana upstairs, and tied 'her' to a chair. We injected her with a mild sedative, mixed with a drug 'cocktail' to put her into a state where we could more easily give her suggestions.

 

"Seana, hear me!" said Rebecca. "You will watch something now, and it will disgust you. After seeing this, you will never want to have sex with a woman, for the rest of your life. But you cannot help but to watch."

 

We walked over to the bed, dressed only in see-through nighties. We began by hugging and kissing each other, caressing each other all over.

I had told her that I was uncomfortable with lesbian sex, and I had never felt the desire to be with a woman. But she assured me that by doing this together, we would trigger something within him, which was critical for our plan. So I reluctantly went along with it.

We started to undress each other, kissing each other all over. I suckled her nipples, while she gently rubbed me between my legs. Almost against my will, I started to get wet. I had never once had a fantasy where I was in bed with a woman. But I found this strangely exciting. Not only was Seana forced to look on, but there was a sense of danger, and excitement. But even more than that, Rebecca was so tender and careful with me. She knew right where to touch me, and how, just as I did her. We were both women, and we knew our bodies. A man had never touched me the way that she was right now. And I was surprised to find that I was loving it. So I redoubled my efforts to get into it with her.

She started to lick then suck on my nipples, which sent shivers all up and down my spine. I really felt a need to be penetrated, and as if right on cue, she started on me with her fingers. She knew exactly where to touch me, and how much pressure to use. The first shivers of orgasm went up and down me, as I shook all over.

I did to her what she did to me as we embraced and kissed now. I glanced over to Seana, who was sitting there with a passive look on her face. I smiled and kissed Rebecca again. Now it was time for the real fun. We laid out on the bed, and went down on each other. Sean refused to do this to me, so I never had tried it. But Rebecca made me come so hard and so many times, that you would not believe it! I was in heaven. This was the best sex I had ever had. After this, I didn't know if I could ever be with a man again. And it went on for hours.

 

* * *

 

Tired an exhausted, we laid in the bed together.

"What do you think, Seana?" asked Rebecca.

"That was disgusting. I couldn't stand the sight of it. You should be in bed with men. That just isn't natural."

we both got up, naked and glistening, smelling of sex.

"Come on and join us. Don't you want to have sex with two beautiful women like us? Two on one?"

"No! Get away from me!" he said, unable to struggle against the drugs and the rope binding him to the chair. We smiled. He was being conditioned wonderfully.

 

We worked on him all weekend, changing his desires.

"You want to be with a man" I said, reading from the book. "You need love. You are so lonely! You have to find someone!"

"But you are so docile and submissive. You need a man who takes charge. You will do everything he says." added Rebecca. "You must *belong* to him."

And so it went for session after session.

 

* * *

 

Before setting Seana free on the world, we made 'her' sign something for us: papers to give me financial control of all our money. I had the lawyer draw it up on Saturday, and now it was signed. I would file it tomorrow, then change all of the bank accounts over to my name only.

I did that, while Rebecca worked on Seana some more, and tried to pry out of 'him' where the hidden money was that I couldn't find. We would split the proceeds.

 

When I returned from the bank, she had a list of other funds that the snake had hidden. There was enough money for the two of us to be set for life. We knew without saying it that we would be moving in together, as friends, lovers, and partners. Now all that remained was to send Seana out into the world.

 

* * *

 

We waited until Friday night, when the bars were packed. This gave us even more time to work on him, reprogramming him. We went to one known as an 'alternative' bar. There were all sorts of couples (and trios!). Men with men, women with women, and who knows what all. Gender didn't matter at this place, only willingness to find love.

Rebecca and I wore matching outfits, held hands and kissed. It felt good to do that in public. Here, it didn't matter.

Seana anxiously scanned the bar. When a tall man dressed in leather came up to the bar, we nudged her.

"There he is! The man of your dreams" said Rebecca.

"Aw, he won't like me. He's so cute, but I'm so ugly" she said.

"Just go over and sit by him. See what happens" I said.

She reluctantly got up, and walked over. She had on a black leather mini-skirt, high heel boots, and a black top to match. She wore a wig, giving her long hair. We put on lots of makeup, earrings, and the works. We had even purchased some good fake boobs for her. She looked like a hooker, but you could tell she was a man. Perfect.

 

Seana sat down by the man, and ordered a drink. When we looked up fifteen minutes later, they seemed to be talking. Ten minutes later, he had his arm around her, and his leg pushing between hers. We walked over.

"Seana, how are you doing?"

She sat there in silence.

"That's ok babe, you can talk to your friends."

"Oh I'm doing wonderful. Henry is going to take me home tonight. I'm all his. Isn't that right honey?"

"You are mine babe. All mine. Lets get out of here."

We smiled as they walked out, arm in arm. Seana had found the man of her dreams. At least the dreams that we had planted in her mind.

 

* * *

 

It was two months later, and Rebecca and I had moved in together. We had each sold our houses, and bought a nice one in the latest trendy suburb. With all the money we had between us, we were set for life. I had control of all of Sean's accounts, and had moved it all to offshore banks where it could not be touched.

 

"I wonder how Seana is doing?" I asked one day.

"Does it matter?"

"Oh, it might be fun to see what he is up to. Do you think he'll ever lapse out of his conditioning, and return to his former self?"

"I'm sure he will at some point. He'll get shocked out of it. But by now, he'll be taking hormones and be so much of a she-male, that she'll never get herself out of that life. I don't think that big guy would appreciate any sass from her. No, she's stuck that way forever."

"Good, servers her right!" I said, holding up champagne glasses for us to toast with. We were engaged now, and were planning our honeymoon in Hawaii.

"To love!" I said.

"To *our* love!" she replied.

We drank the sweet bubbly liquid, and felt tingles through our bodies. I couldn't wait until we got to bed. I wanted her, and the alcohol always made me feel horny. I looked her in they eyes, and put my hand on her thigh. She smiled, and I melted as I felt the love flow between us....

   

  

  

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