For Love and Money
by Jennifer White
Tom looked around the bar for prospects. He needed to find a woman to marry, and quickly. His was a most unusual situation. Tom's father had started a small company, which grew into a large company, which in turn was bought out be an even bigger company. The bottom line was that his dad was worth almost one billion dollars.
But since he was a self-made man, he had certain ideas that Tom should live his life exactly as he had done.
"Look at your" lectured his father, Richard. "You're thirty nine years old, and you're not even married yet! When I was your age, I had already been married to your mother for two years."
"But I'm not you dad!" Tom had said, a line which never failed to get his old man riled. Then they would argue again, as usual.
But now things had changed. Although Richard was 71, he was having major health problems. His doctor told him that he would be lucky to live six more months. All the years of smoking and drinking had caught up with him. After all their arguing, Tom was his only son, and now he was just months away from inheriting all of the money.
Just a few days ago, Richard had told Tom to see him in the office. Richard still came in once a week, even with his frail health, to make sure his company was running properly. Although it had been bought out, the larger company was glad to keep him at the helm. Tom worked there too, but he was just a low level manager. Still. His dad didn't think that he deserved a better job, just because he was the CEO's son!
So as much as it seemed a horrible thought, Tom couldn't wait for his dad to 'kick off', in a way. Once his dad was out of the picture, he'd have enough money that he would never have to work again. Then who would care about being a manager? He'd buy a big house on the ocean, and enjoy his days.
But when he got to the office, he found out that his dad had horrible news for him.
"I've updated my will" said Richard. "You're still in it, but so is my charitable foundation. I've instructed my lawyer, that if you are not married on the day that I die, then *every* cent of my money is to go to my foundation. If you have found yourself a woman, then you will get 75%, with the remainder going to charity."
So now here he was on a quest for a bride. He had the best pickup line imaginable. Now all he needed was the right woman. He had one criteria: looks. And tonight was his lucky night. For there, in the corner of the bar, was Morgan.
Morgan was perfect looking in every way. Long blond hair. Leggy. Big boobs. Pretty face. Black dress. Smoldering eyes. Pouty lips. High heel shoes. Immediately, he knew that she was the one. He made his way over to her.
"Hi, I'm Tom" he said.
"Morgan" she replied.
Tom wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't exactly a hunk either.
"I know this sounds like just a line" he started, "but it is 100% true. I'm looking for a woman to marry me. The day I get married, my father will be giving me five hundred million dollars when he passes away, which will be in weeks. Say yes, and you'll have everything you could ever want."
Needless to say, Morgan was stunned.
What Tom didn't know about her though, was that in addition to her other assets, Morgan was also very intelligent. She had just graduated with a Master's degree in business administration. For a man to judge her based on her looks alone was a huge insult. Add to that the way that he so obviously thought of his dad as nothing more than a source of income when he died, and that left her with a very low picture of him indeed.
Yet the allure of money was something indeed. If she had that kind of dough, she'd never need to work again in her life. She could buy all the clothes, jewelry and furs and things she had always wanted. But she would feel like a total wh*re, because she'd be selling herself to him. Did he think that she was something he could buy, like a car?
But in the same split second when all this went through her mind, she also had the spark of an idea. A plan where she could end up not only with the money, but also teach him a well-deserved lesson. She'd figure out the details later. First, she'd play along with him.
"Wow" she said, batting her eyelashes at him. "That sounds exciting! Could I buy myself some diamonds?"
"Sure" said Tom smugly. He had her hooked. He thought that she had fallen into his clutches. He had no way to know what had really just occurred...
* * *
After spending a few hours with Tom at the bar, and flirting with him to hook him, Morgan had said goodnight to him. He had wanted to go lay her, but she had countered that since they needed to get married so soon, it would be a lot more special if they waited. He was so infatuated with her, that he went along with her idea.
They exchanged numbers, and every day she'd call him to talk. She had to keep him hooked on her, and make sure that he didn't meet someone else. They had a few dates, and he thought that everything was going perfectly. In fact it was. For her.
After they had known each other for a week, Morgan told Tom that she wanted to meet his father. She was always talking about her family, so this seemed like an innocent request. Tom brought her home, and showed her the very large house he lived in with his father. There was a cook, two maids, a gardener and a butler who they employed. It was quite an impressive spread, set back in the woods.
Morgan pretended to be overwhelmed by the luxury around her. She praised Tom for what a wonderful house it was.
"Will we live here when we get married?" she asked breathlessly. "Can I get a horse? I've always wanted a horse of my own, so I could go riding whenever I wanted."
"Sure" said Tom smuggly. "Anything you want."
At long last, they went upstairs, where Morgan met Tom's father, Richard. She was surprised at him. Even though he was obviously very ill, he was at his desk, working. Tom had explained about the company his father had sold, but still ran as if it was his own. Morgan had of course read about them, during her studies. A large local business like that is often used as a case study in a Master's program.
She spent some time chatting with him, while Tom walked around proudly, as his father eyed the magnificent specimen he had snared for a wife. Morgan was very nice to Richard, and even asked for one of his business cards.
"You're a legend" she said. "It would be a treasure to have one of your cards."
"You are too kind" he said, handing one over to her. Unlike the business card of a lower level person, his had multicolor printing, and gold stamping, like a fine wedding invitation.
They ate together at the large table in the dining hall, having a great conversation. Richard really did approve of his son's choice of a woman. Smart, business savvy, *and* good looking to boot.
* * *
A few days later, Richard called Tom into his office at home.
"I'm not feeling well" he said, "and we need to go over the audit of the Sacramento divisional office. I'd like you to go there for me, and take care of it."
Tom's chest puffed up. His father was delegating a task to him, which he normally only did himself! His dad was finally moving him up in the company! And it was all because of Morgan.
"Sure, I'll go" he said.
"Excellent. And you can stop over in Denver on the way back. As much as I prefer to do it in person, I'm too weak to travel. I need to let go of a few employees there. You'll have to do it for me."
Tom had always wanted to fire someone! Now he'd get to do it, in place of his father. Whereas Richard was soft and gentle about it, Tom was excited that he'd be able to show his power over them. This would be fun! He'd be out for a week on this trip, but it would be worth it. He finally had his father's approval.
* * *
On the first night in Sacramento, Tom called Morgan, and they talked for an hour. On the second night, he called her, and again they talked. But she didn't answer her phone on the third night, and she didn't return his message. Nor did she answer on the 4th night, which really ticked him off. Who was she to blow him off? She needed to learn her place!
When the limo picked Tom up from the airport, he was smoldering, planning on how he would teach Morgan that she was to do what *he* wanted. Just who did that woman think she was?
When the limo pulled up to the house, Tom was shocked to see Morgan there. Suddenly, all of his anger fell aside. She was being the good, loyal girlfriend, waiting for his return.
"You didn't return my calls" he said, as he got out of the limo.
"Where did you call?" she asked.
"Your house" he replied.
"Well that explains it. I've been here for the past few days."
Tom smiled. She had moved in with him already. She was acknowledging him as the breadwinner. He smiled even more, as he took her hand to walk in the door with her.
"Tom, you can't do that" she said.
"Why not?" he asked.
"There have been some changes around here."
"Changes?" said Tom, uncertain what she meant.
They walked inside, and there was Richard, with a happy look on his face that Tom hadn't seen in years.
"Father?" he said. "Are you all right?"
"I'm doing wonderfully son. I'm almost as happy as your new mother."
Tom's face went white, as he turned to see Morgan hold up her hand, revealing her wedding ring. She put her hand into his, and they kissed.
"But he's forty-five years older than you!" said Tom.
"Viagra" answered Richard.
"You were supposed to marry me!" he fumed.
"Son, you didn't love her. You just liked her looks. But Morgan and I have a different relationship. We love each other for our minds. She has a sharp business mind, and I am going to put her to good use right away. Not only is she your mother now, but she's also your new divisional President."
"No!" said Tom. "And what about the money? You took my wife away, so now I can't inherit your money!"
"Oh, the will" said Richard. "I had it changed while you were gone. Your new mother will be my sole beneficiary now. I'm leaving everything to her. It will be up to her, what sort of allowance she might let you have."
"Oh you're so cute when you father him" said Morgan, kissing Richard on the cheek.
"See? She loves me" he said.
"I'm going to be sick!" yelled Tom. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!!!!"
He stomped off to pout alone in his room.
"That boy's temper will get the better of him some day" said Richard, shaking his head.
* * *
Now things were terrible for Tom. Not only was Morgan his stepmother at home, but she was also his boss's boss at work. He thought that he was manipulating her, to get her to marry him. But she had somehow outsmarted him, and now she was in complete control of his life.
Richard died two months later, but he was a happier man than he had been in years. Morgan had made his last days fun again, carefree, and wonderful. He passed on to her his knowledge of business, which Tom had never been able to understand the nuances of.
What a terrible position. She had all the money now, and he had nothing. He kicked himself for bringing her home in the first place. What a money-grubbing turncoat she was! But he couldn't do anything. She could kick him out of the house, and fire him. He had spent all of his money, so he literally had nothing of his own. His destiny was fully in her hands, and he knew it.
He waited a few days after the funeral was over, before approaching her.
"So" he said. "We need to talk."
"Yes we do" she said.
Her voice was cool, and fully in control.
"My father used to give me an allowance to live on" he said.
"As well as providing a job for you" she replied sharply.
"Yes" he said.
"I have read the reports from your managers. Frankly, if your dad wasn't the CEO, you would have been fired long ago. You just don't put in what you need to be a success at work Tom. I'm not going to let that continue. If you are to stay with the company, you need to perform better."
"I'll try" he said.
"No, you *will*."
Tom nodded, acknowledging her position. She controlled *everything*.
"Now that he's gone, what are the chances that you'd be willing to date me again?" he asked.
"Do you really think that I'm that stupid?" she said. "And as for yourself, the day we met, you thought of me as an object. A thing you could buy. A piece of meat. And after all this time, that's how you still view women?"
"No, I didn't mean it like that" he said.
"You need to learn a lesson" she said. "And you need me, for everything. With a word, I can have you fired. I can kick you out of the house, now that *I* own it. And don't look to the staff for support. They all understand that they work for *me* now."
Tom just stared at her, the anger burning in his eyes.
Morgan took a drink of wine from her glass. She paused to smile at him.
"Things are going to change around here. A lot" she said.
"How so?"
"I will allow you to stay here in my house. I will continue Richard's practice of giving you an allowance to live on. And you will continue to work for me. But there will be conditions."
"Conditions?"
"Yes. I will allow you to continue to live a life of luxury, getting by with minimal effort at work, doing what you want, when you want. However, if I am to fund this out of *my* money, then I want for you to learn that women aren't just objects. Women aren't just things to buy. Women aren't just bodies, without brains."
"And how am I to learn this?" he said suspiciously.
"You will turn yourself into one" said Morgan.
Tom took a few seconds, trying to comprehend what she had just said.
"I don't understand" he replied.
"You heard me. You will become a woman for me" said Morgan. "And you will do it by your own hand."
"I still don't get it" he said.
"You will be my stepdaughter instead of my stepson. Your name will be Stephanie. You will do as I say, to alter your body and your mind, until you emerge fully transformed, into a woman."
"You're crazy!" he said.
"Hardly" she replied. "Take this ring, and put it on your hand, to signify that you are giving up your manhood for me. You are giving up your name. You are giving up all control. In exchange, I will help you become a woman. I will teach you to be a girl. I will help dress you, put you into panties, and teach you how to do your makeup. You will become female."
"Why would I do that?" he said. There was *no* way he would do what the crazy b*t@h was asking him.
"If you want to walk away from me, that's fine too" said Morgan. "But if you do, you walk away from everything. Your allowance. Your inheritance. Your job. Your right to stay here. If you leave, it is forever. This is your only chance to stay here, and to ever lay a finger on any of your father's money. Now *I* own it all. Either you are my stepdaughter, or you are nothing to me. It's your choice."
Tom was in a tough spot. He could either give up *everything*, and become a poor person. With no job, no home, and no chance of getting a good reference from is old employer. Or he could stay, and be rich. But there would be one problem: he would have to become female. Rich woman, or poor man. Neither was a viable option.
Morgan watched him squirm under the pressure of the decision of a lifetime. She didn't think that he'd actually say yes. She'd be rid of him. But if he *did* consent to it, then she would have a blast, turning him into a girl. He'd really learn that a woman wasn't just a pussy and a pair of boobs, which seemed to be his point of view!
She thought how Tom had everything given to him for free all his life. He never had to work a day in his life. That was why he was still so low in his father's own company. He had no ambition. He just wanted the money, without having to earn it. She did feel a little bad that she had been so manipulative with his father. But he deserved it. He still thought he could just buy her with money! He was really deserving of a good lesson.
Tom was wrestling with what he would possibly do if he was forced to walk out the door. He couldn't live with nothing! He had waited all his life to get his hands on his father's money. How could he just turn his back on all that? He couldn't actually *work* for a living, with a mortgage, a car payment, and all that. He needed to be rich, so that a job was just a thing to keep him busy. It was *so* not fair!
Morgan wondered what he would think of, if he had to completely submit to the power of a woman. He was obviously used to being in charge, other than when Richard was involved. Not only would he be giving up his manhood, he'd be giving up his position in the relationship. She would all but own him, and he'd have to do everything she told him. She was ready for him to walk away. But she had no idea how addicting it was to be so wealthy that you didn't need to worry about anything. She didn't realize what all those years of being wealthy had done to Tom.
She was actually surprised when he put out his hand, so that she could put the ring on him.
"With this ring, you are giving up your manhood, forever" she said. "Once this is on your finger, you are no longer a man named Tom. You become a girl. You become Stephanie. You become my stepdaughter."
Tom nodded, and Morgan slipped the ring onto his finger.
"Hello, Stephanie" she said. "You are now my stepdaughter. Tell me your name."
"I am Stephanie" said Tom meekly.
He was defeated, and he knew it. He was already humiliated, and anything that Morgan did to him would just be one more thing to endure.
"Very good Stephanie. Now listen. Even though I am your stepmother, and you are my stepdaughter, I want you to know that I will treat you as if you were my very own girl. And I want you to call me 'mom' from now on. Do you understand?"
"Yes mom" said Tom.
His own mother had passed away at a young age, and he had barely known her. It felt really weird to call *anyone* mom.
"Sign this" she said. "This is the form for a legal change of name. Once I have your signature, you are no longer Thomas Evan. You will become Stephanie Anne."
Tom had no choice. With a tremble in his hand, he signed the form.
"Very good Stephanie. Now we can begin your transformation. The first thing we need to work on, is some general restructuring of your body. When a girl gets old enough, her body starts to produce female sex hormones. She has her first period. Her breasts start to develop."
Tom gulped. He knew about all that of course, but it was always a scary topic.
"You have a birth defect Stephanie" said Morgan. "Your ovaries didn't form. Your body is incapable of producing the female hormones it so desperately needs, so that you can blossom into womanhood. But don't worry, my little girl. Your mommy has gone out and bought the hormones you'll need."
Morgan reached into her purse, and pulled out three bottles of pills.
"Go get yourself a glass of water Stephanie" she said. "Now."
Tom scurried off to get the water. A few moments later, he returned. She wasn't going to make him take those pills, was she?
"Good girl" said Morgan. "This first bottle contains the female sex hormone estrogen. Take four pills out of the bottle."
Tom did as she asked. His face was pale, drained of all color.
"This second bottle has a testosterone blocker, which will counteract the effects of any male hormones in your system. Take one pill from that bottle. The last bottle contains a combination of female hormones, which are commonly prescribed for HRT in older women. Take two of those pills."
Tom did as she asked. Now he had seven pills in a pile.
"As I talk Stephanie, start taking your pills."
Tom nervously picked up the first pill, and put it into his mouth. He washed it down with water, as Morgan continued to talk.
"Every day, you will take your pills. You will do it in front of me, so that I can be sure you do it. At first, we're using a higher dosage, to saturate your body with the female hormones you are lacking. But once you have enough of them in your system, you *will* start to change. Your skin will become softer. Your boobs will start growing. You'll start to get curves. In time, I'll add birth control pills to your daily regimen, so that you get the same effects that a woman does when she's pregnant."
Tom felt so crushed, as he took pill after pill. He dreaded the fact that the things she was describing would happen to him in time. But he had no choice.
"Good girl, Stephanie" said Morgan, after he took the last one. "Here is what you are going to do now. You are going to shower, and shave yourself all over. You will remove all of your body hair. By the time you are done with that, I will be ready to dress you up. Put on your bathrobe, and meet me in your room."
Tom felt every last drop of dignity drain away from himself, as he took the long walk to the shower. He did as Morgan had ordered, shaving off all his body hair. He looked sadly at the clumps of it in the drain, as he dried off. His skin felt itchy, and it was weird for it to be all smooth like that. He was so used to looking down and seeing hair on his chest!
He put on his bathrobe, and went to his room.
"Ah, Stephanie. Your legs look much nicer without all that ugly hair. You are a pretty girl, and you need to keep up your appearance appropriately."
Tom shivered. He didn't like being talked to like that. Not one bit.
"I have a pretty outfit ready for you, young miss" said Morgan. "Lets start with your undies."
She handed him a lacy black bra, and a matching pair of panties. Tom had never worn either before, and it was quite humiliating to have to put them on. The worst was letting Morgan see him naked. But she insisted that there was nothing wrong with a mother seeing her daughter in the nude.
"From now on, every day, you will be wearing a bra and panties" she said. "See those trash bags on your bed? Go to your dresser now, and pull out every single pair of your boxers and briefs. Throw them in the trash bags. You will never use them again."
Tom felt like crying as he threw out his underwear from his dresser drawer.
"We'll go shopping this afternoon, and buy you dozens of pairs of panties, in every color imaginable to fill your drawer back up. And bras too. You'll get fitted properly, to make sure we have the right bra size for you. Then you'll buy yourself dozens of them. Strapless ones. Sports bras. Ones with thin straps. Sexy ones. All colors and descriptions. Of course, you'll need some padded bras, at least until your boobs start to fill out."
Tom had a knot in the pit of his stomach now, knowing that the hormones he was taking were going to *make* his breasts grow, until he filled out his bra.
"Now put on these pantyhose" said Morgan, handing him a pair of tan ones. She showed him how to roll them up, so that they wouldn't snag. They were control tops, and Tom felt very constricted in them.
"Now go to your dresser, and throw out all of your socks. You won't be needing them anymore. You'll buy yourself some cute ankles with pink trim to replace them. But a girl would never wear black socks like yours. Away they go!"
One bag was full now, with all of Tom's old underwear and socks. Morgan also had him throw out his plain white T-shirts, since they weren't appropriate for a girl to wear under her blouse.
Next, Morgan made Tom put on a dark gray pencil skirt. And then, he had to go through his closet, and bag up all of his pants to throw away.
"We'll go shopping, and buy you all sorts of skirts" said Morgan. "After we get a saleswoman to measure you, we'll buy you long ones, maxi's, mini's, slit skirts, pleated skirts, in every color and pattern you can imagine. You might get some low-rider jeans or perhaps some women's pants. But from now on, you'll be wearing skirts almost all of the time."
Tom felt so weak now. Morgan was ripping his life apart. But the allure of being rich was too much. He couldn't just go out and work for a living! He'd find some way to get out of this. Maybe she'd change her mind in time. Maybe this was just a test, to see if he was willing to be nice to her. He nodded his head, as he threw his male clothes into the garbage bags, which were piling up on the floor now.
Not long after discarding all of his clothes, he found himself in the tub, full of flowery scented bath oils. He was shaving his legs, as Morgan looked on, and told him what a pretty girl he was. It felt so weird to be doing this. With each stroke of the pink shaver, he felt weaker and weaker, as Morgan seemed to gain in stature and power.
Now he started to remove the hair from his chest.
"Soon you'll have nice big boobs on your chest, as a girl should. Won't it feel wonderful to look down there, and see two large mounds of female flesh? How lovely they will be, as they fill out your bra. And with those nice long legs of yours, you'll look so pretty in a dress. Or a bikini."
Needless to say, by the time Tom was shaving his armpits, he was feeling very low indeed.
Morgan handed him a pink towel to dry off with.
"Put this cream on all over your body" she said. "It will keep your skin from itching after being shaved. And it will make it feel nice and soft, like the skin on a young girl. You'll be using it every day from now on, at least until the estrogen kicks in and makes you smoother naturally."
Tom shuddered as he rubbed it in all over. It smelled like flowers too.
Now Morgan led him to one of the spare bedrooms, which he hadn't been in for years. He was shocked to see that it looked like the room of a little girl. The walls were pink. There was a big canopy bed, all white and pink with lace. There was a matching dresser, and a vanity with a lighted makeup mirror. The closet door was open, revealing a wardrobe of skirts, blouses and dresses of every size and description. There were posters of male movie stars and TV stars on the wall, and a plaque over the door, handmade, that said "Stephanie's Room".
"This is your new room Stephanie" said Morgan. "It has everything that a girl could ever want."
Tom's eyes scanned the fashion magazines laying on the vanity and the night stand. There were all sorts of bottles, vials, tubes and compacts with makeup of every kind arranged neatly on the vanity. The attached bathroom had combs, brushes, a blowdryer, and lots of bottle of things for hair care, like gels, mousse and spray. Worst of all, one drawer was open, revealing a stash of tampons and panty liners. Tom was so overwhelmed with it all, he didn't know what to say. How could *this* be his room now?
"Now you hurry up and get dressed Stephanie" said Morgan, as she went through the closet, selecting an outfit. "We don't want to be late. We have appointments."
"Appointments?" he said.
"Yes. First up, the hair dresser. Now lets get you ready to go out."
Go out? Tom froze. He couldn't go out dressed up as a girl! Was Morgan crazy?
Morgan laid out a pair of pink panties, and a matching bra on the bed. Next to it, she laid out a dark green plaid skirt, which wouldn't even come down to Tom's knees. Next to the skirt was a white blouse, with frilly cuffs and poofy arms. There were white socks, and a pair of black flats. Girl's shoes, with a shiny buckle.
"Stephanie!" she said, "Let's get going! You don't want us to be late, do you?"
"I can't go out in public like that" said Tom.
Morgan took a deep breath.
"This once, and just this once, I will address you as 'Tom', although that's not your legal name anymore." she said as she shook her head in disapproval. "You agreed to become my daughter. That doesn't mean just at home, for a few hours a day. It means *all* the time. Forever. This is the one and only time that I will allow you to disobey me."
She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper. Then she walked to the desk, and picked up a pen.
"This is an amendment to my will" she said. "With one stroke of the pen, poof! You are out of it, gone forever, never to see even one single cent."
She took the pen, uncapped it, and held it just above the paper.
"Now tell me Stephanie," she said, "Are we going out, or should I just sign this now?"
She lowered the pen so that it actually touched the paper.
"Okay!!!" said Tom. "You win. I'll go out with you."
"Good" said Morgan. "But remember, this is the *only* time that I will ever allow you to hesitate. The next time you don't immediately obey me, you're out."
She snapped her fingers to emphasize the speed at which Tom would be gone from the will if he didn't obey her in all things. Tom looked at her, and with a trembling hand, he started to dress himself up. He pulled on the pink panties, which felt strange. Instead of hanging loosely like his boxers did, they were snug. But the bra was something else.
Tom had never worn a bra before, and he really struggled to get it on. He was fumbling behind himself, trying to hook it up, and he was getting very frustrated.
"Here honey, let mommy teach you how to wear your bra" said Morgan, who came in to assist him. She showed him the proper technique for putting on your bra, and then made him practice it several times before she was satisfied.
"Don't worry honey, most girls have trouble the first time they put on a bra too. And since you'll be wearing one every day from now on, you'll get plenty of practice. Okay, now lets see how pretty you are in your skirt."
Tom felt utterly humiliated as he pulled up the skirt. He put on the blouse, and discovered that something was wrong.
"The buttons are on the wrong side" he said.
"For a *man's* shirt they are" said Morgan. "But for a girl, they are indeed on the proper side. You'll get used to it, in time."
Tom did *not* want to get used to wearing a blouse. He did not like how that sounded at all.
Soon he was dressed in an outfit which was appropriate for a schoolgirl, and he felt stupid as he looked in the mirror. It was his face, his head, his body, but a girl's clothes.
"No sit down so mommy can fix your hair" said Morgan.
He sat down as she fiddled with his hair a bit. He looked on as she put one of those large plastic U-shaped things across his head, with the hair in front of it going down towards his eyes to form bangs; the rest of his hair pulled back. That made him feel even more stupid.
"Put on some lipstick, and we'll go honey" said Morgan.
Tom grabbed the first tube he saw, and was about to put it on.
"Not that color!" warned Morgan. "You're going to a hair salon, not a bar!"
Tom looked on helplessly, until she came over and selected a tube for him. She put the muted red color on his lips for him, then looked him over to make sure she did a good job of it.
"Put your makeup into your purse, so you have it in case you need a touchup" instructed Morgan.
"My purse?"
"Right there on your dresser honey. The little black Prada."
Tom shivered as he picked up the bag. He was going to have to carry it with him at all times? Like a girl? He unzipped it to put in the tube of lipstick. The purse contained a little change-purse, tissues, makeup, car keys, credit cards, and two plastic-wrapped tampons. He felt completely intimidated now, as he stared inside.
"Come on honey, we don't have all day. We don't want to keep your manicurist waiting."
"My manicurist?"
"Yes dear. First, we're going to get our nails done."
Tom rode in silence, as the car pulled out of the large garage, down the long driveway, then onto the road. He was *so* scared that someone looking on would see him, dressed up like a girl. How was he going to be able to walk into the mall like that?
When they finally arrived, Tom was ready to chicken out and go home. But Morgan was going to make sure that didn't happen.
"All right Stephanie, we're here" she said. "Now listen to me carefully. I have the amendment to the will with me. I am about to get out of the car, and head towards the door. If you don't go through the door before I get there, that's it, and you're out. You can stay in the car if you would like. But when I get back from having my nails done, you can walk home. Oh, did I say home? If you don't come in, then you don't live at *my* house anymore. So I guess you'd have to find a place for the night yourself."
Now Tom was really over a barrel. If he didn't go in with her, he'd be stuck, out in public, dressed like a girl, with no place to stay. He could hardly call any of his friends for help, least of all Betsy. He hadn't told Morgan about her. When Morgan was with his dad, he went and found himself another girlfriend. She was his best kept secret. She seemed to love him and all, but how could he show up at *her* doorstep, dressed as a girl?
And with the fact that he had signed papers to legally change his name, he *was* Stephanie now, in the eyes of the law. Stephanie Anne. That was him. He shuddered. He had no choice. He got out of the car, and walked with Morgan into the mall.
Morgan seemed to want to stop at every store window on the way in.
"Look at that pretty skirt Stephanie. Would you like a pretty blue skirt like that?"
"No" said Tom.
"You'd look lovely in it. When we're done at the salon, we should come back here so you can try one on."
Tom hated every moment of it. As they stood there, all of the people passing by looked at him and snickered. He didn't make a very convincing girl. It was clear that he was a man in girl's clothes. But now he felt like crying, as the humiliations piled up, with all of the people laughing at him.
It was almost a relief to leave the hallway of the mall, and walk into the salon. His nose was hit with a dozen different smells, from the shampoos, the hair coloring, nailpolish, talcum, and all of the other scents from a full service salon.
"Hello Mrs. Lee" said Morgan. "My daughter Stephanie and I are here for our appointments."
"Hello Morgan" said Mrs. Lee. "You bring daughter today, ha!"
Tom blushed.
"Tell Mrs. Lee that you want to get your nails done, and then your hair" said Morgan.
"Um, Mrs. Lee, I want to get my nails done" said Tom, shyly.
"Just finger? Or toes too?" she replied.
"Both" said Morgan. "And what else Stephanie?"
"My hair. I want to get my hair done" said Tom.
"You want us do what with hair?"
"She needs it styled" instructed Morgan, as Mrs. Lee took notes. "Dye it blonde, curl it, and style it. She wants to look as pretty as a peach when you're done."
"She not have a lot of hair" said Mrs. Lee, shaking her head.
The followed Mrs. Lee to the section of the salon where nails were done. After just a short wait, they were both invited to come sit at two side-by-side stations, where the manicurists would do their nails.
"I just need a polish change" said Morgan, when the two manicurists arrived. "But my daughter Stephanie needs the works. She needs a pedicure, manicure, and acrylic nail extensions."
"What color does she like" said the redhead, not even looking at Tom. He could tell that she knew he was a man. And she knew that Morgan was firmly in charge of him. So she asked her, not even bothering with him at all.
"The same color as mine. Fiesta red."
"Very good" she said.
With that, they went to work. The blond manicurist worked on Morgan, while the redhead started on Tom.
"Hi, I'm Alica" she said.
"Hi, um, I'm Stephanie" he replied, trying to make his voice sound small and girlish.
"Stephanie? Nice to meet you. Now if you'll follow me, we need to go get your feet soaking. Your nails look like they are in very bad shape. You are going to need a lot of work."
Tom thought that sitting there with his feet soaking while wearing his skirt was a humiliation. But it was even worse when he was moved into the seat so that Alica could start working on him. The seat was way up high, so that she could do his toes, and not have to be bent all the way over. He realized that if he didn't keep his knees together, she'd be able to see up his skirt!
Now the word humiliation fell way short of how he felt. It was more like he wished he didn't exist anymore. A beautiful woman was touching him, massaging his ankles and feet, and he was powerless. He couldn't flirt with her. He could barely answer her questions. Here he was, dressed like a girl, getting his toenails done.
Now she started to paint them, a cheerful bright red color. Paint, on his toenails! He felt utter shame. And it was not better when she started to do his hands. She filed his nails, used metal tools to work on his cuticles, and then she cleaned the nails.
Now it was time to apply the acrylic extensions to them. She put them on, and they seemed so long! How was he going to be able to do anything with nails like that? He felt like all of the color was draining from his face. Morgan had been done for a while, and she was sitting nearby now, reading a magazine. He saw her smile at him, then go talk to Mrs. Lee about something. That didn't give him a good feeling at all!
Alica was shaping his lengthened nails now, into ovals. When she was satisfied with their shape, she applied a coat of polish. He had to hold his hands under a dryer for a while, then she added a second coat. Then back to the dryer. Then a clear-coat finish.
Tom stared at his hands. He couldn't believe that it was *his* hands with the long red nails on them. They looked so *wrong*. They felt so weird.
"Oh, your hands are beautiful" said Morgan. "Alica certainly did a fine job. Make sure you thank her honey."
"Thanks Alica" said Tom.
"No problem Stephanie. I think you should set up a weekly appointment with me, so we can be sure to keep your nails looking good."
"She'll take a standing appointment, every week at this time" instructed Morgan, as Mrs. Lee wrote down more notes in her little pad.
Now Tom was led off to a chair, where he was sat down. Another lady came over, and started by combing his hair, after taking out the U-shaped thing. He wondered what it was called. He had no idea. But he didn't have time to worry about that, because she started to put stuff in his hair, then had him lean back to get it wet.
She washed his hair, and went about combing it again.
"We don't have very much here to work with" she said, "but I think I can make you look pretty honey. But you really ought to let it grow out more. I'll make you a blonde, I'll give your hair some curls and some volume. We'll give you bangs, and I think you'll like how easy your style will be to keep up. Not a lot of work. You'll be looking pretty in no time.
At a hair salon, "no time" meant a lot of time. Tom was sitting there, under a dryer hood, with strips of tin foil in his hair. He hated the strong smell. What all were they doing to him? The girl worked on his hair, and did so many things. Even with short hair, he was there almost an hour. He couldn't imagine what it would be like with long hair!
"Now Stephanie, your mom said you also would like your eyebrows waxed. While your hair is setting, we can do that really quickly. Follow me."
Tom was wearing a thing like a shower cap on his head, over the curlers and goop that she had put in. He felt like a fool walking by all the women in their chairs. He arrived at the station where they did the waxing. He had no idea what an eyebrow wax was, and the warm wax actually felt kind of good as she poured it in place. It quickly cooled, and soon she walked back.
"This will only hurt for a moment" she said.
"Ow!!!!" yelled Tom, as she ripped of a strip of the wax, along with many of his hairs.
"Oh you big baby" she said. "Don't cry. I have the other half to get."
Tom brace himself, as she ripped off the next strip of wax. He really did feel like crying.
When all was done, they finally allowed Tom to see himself in the mirror. He looked at himself and gasped. He was blonde now. With thin eyebrows. And long red nails. And hair that looked more full and curly. He was starting to look more like a girl.
"Lets celebrate!" said Morgan.
"How?" asked Tom.
"We'll go to the jewelry store, and you can buy yourself a pretty necklace. And then, we'll get your ears pierced, and you can pick out a pair of earrings."
When Tom left the store with a necklace, bracelets and earrings, along with the ring he was already wearing, he felt very strange. He felt like he *was* being turned into a girl. He felt completely *controlled* by Morgan now, and it was that loss of control that was the worst thing to feel.
He followed her from store to store now, with each experience more humiliating and embarrassing than the last. He got fitted for a bra at a department store, and with the help of the saleswoman, bought a slew of them for himself, along with panties, nylons and lingerie. Then he went to a shoe store, and found what his foot size was in women's shoes. He had to take off his socks to try on the wedges, pumps and stilettos that Morgan wanted him to buy. They gave him a little nylon "footie" to wear, and everyone could see his bright red toenails.
Then it was off to another store to buy skirts for himself. And a dress. And blouses. And camisoles. And cosmetics. The beauticians at the counter showed him different colors that went well with his hair and his complexion. He left the cosmetics department wearing full makeup for the first time. He smelled of perfume now as he walked out the door to the car, his hands full of bags.
By the time he arrived back home, he felt like he needed a drink. But little did he realize, things were going to get worse, not better. First, Morgan told him to take all his new things to his room, and to put them away neatly in his closet.
"These are *your* clothes now Stephanie" she said. "You need to take care of them, because these are the things you will be wearing *every* day, from now on."
Tom felt the soft fabrics, the shimmery satins, the lace and all of the other unfamiliar things about his new clothes. They *smelled* different even. He wasn't used to wearing lace, nylon and the other new fabrics he would be wearing from now on.
Once that was done, Morgan told him to meet her downstairs.
"Did you put all your clothes away nicely Stephanie?" she asked.
"Yes" replied Tom.
"Yes what?"
"Yes mother" he replied.
"Good girl" she said. "Now I have a job for you. Maria has been overworked lately. I want you to go find her, and ask if there is anything you can help with."
Maria was the maid who worked at the house. She was there full time, doing the cleaning, cooking, or whatever else was needed. She even had her own room, so she didn't have to drive in every day. With a house that large, dusting and vacuuming was always needed somewhere, not to mention washing the windows, or some other small chore.
But Maria was hired help. If Tom had to go and *help* her do some chore, then that made him lower than her. Less than a maid! Tom didn't realize yet what Morgan was doing. She was systematically crushing his male ego, grinding it down, and making him feel lower than low. And he had no idea that she had been talking to Maria, and had planned it out already. Maria would have a long list of things for Tom to do.
"Now that you're becoming a woman" said Morgan, "you need to learn how to do women's work. Now get going! Find Maria and see what you can do for her."
In fact, an hour later, Tom found himself in a completely humiliating situation. Maria was sitting with Morgan on the couch, chatting. And Tom was standing there with a tray, serving them.
"More tea please Stephanie" said Maria.
Tom took the white china tea pot with the hand-painted flowers, and poured more of the hot steaming liquid into the matching teacup that Maria held. When he was done, he turned to Morgan, who nodded to him to fill hers as well.
"Thank you Stephanie" she said.
"You know, I'm in the mood for a snack" said Maria.
"How about cookies?" asked Morgan.
"I'm afraid we're all out" replied Maria.
"Stephanie, be a dear and run to the store to get us some cookies. Shortbread would be nice, don't you think?" said Morgan.
"Yes, that would be lovely" said Maria. "And while you're out, we're running low on milk and eggs. Make sure you get the 2% milk, and check that there are no broken eggs in the carton."
"And get yourself the latest copy of Glamour, so you can study hair and makeup" added Morgan.
Great. Now Tom was out in public, shopping for the two women. The maid was ordering him around. Just great. He endured the stares as he shopped in the grocery store as he pulled the cash out of his purse. When he pulled back in the driveway, he had a tear in his eye. His life was turning out terribly wrong.
* * *
Tom woke up at 7:00 in the morning, and hoped it was all just a bad dream. But the soft satin sheets he was laying on was his first clue that it wasn't a nightmare; it was real life. He touched himself, and could feel the soft sheer nightie he had on. It was baby blue, and it had just little thin straps going over the shoulder. It barely made it down past his panties, and he felt so terrible having to wear it!
On his hands, he could feel his way-too-long nails, and although it was still mostly dark in the room, he knew they were bright red, as were his toes. He was being turned into a girl. He had female hormones in his bloodstream. By now, the estrogen would have been absorbed by the cells in his body. Was it really going to do all of those things to him that Morgan said? He didn't want to become a girl! He had to think of a way to stop it.
A little while later, Morgan came into the room, and opened up the curtains.
"Rise and shine Stephanie. My little girl has a big day today. Mommy is going to choose an outfit for you, so you can get dressed up and look all pretty."
She went into the closet, and went through the drawers in the dresser, as Tom was sent off to the shower. He was wearing a shower cap to keep his newly styled hair dry. The soap was rose scented, as was the after-bath splash that Morgan instructed him to use. After applying women's antiperspirant, Morgan was ready to dress him up.
First, there was a pair of black lacy panties, with a matching bra. The bra was heavily padded, making it look like he had little boobs, even though he was flat-chested. Next, he had to put on a pair of very dark pantyhose, with a control top. The little cotton slit in the crotch looked so intimidating to him for some reason. His legs were encased in nylon now, which was an entirely new feeling for him.
Next, Morgan gave him a classic black pencil skirt to put on. It came down to just above the tops of his knees, and he just stared at himself in the mirror. He didn't even protest as she gave him a black cami top to complete the outfit. He stepped into a pair of wedges they had bought the day before at the mall, and now he was ready to sit down at his vanity and apply his makeup.
Since he was so new at it, Morgan helped him out. She applied foundation, rouge, lipgloss, mascara, eyeliner, and other powders and creams to his face. Then she played with his hair, getting it just right.
"There Stephanie, you look very pretty today" she said. "Now go make your bed, so you can join me downstairs for breakfast."
"But it's Maria's job to make the beds" said Tom.
"Not anymore. She has assigned that job to you. I forgot to tell you in fact. So after you make your bed, you can make mine, and then hers. And *then* you can come down to breakfast."
Tom was fuming as he made his bed. This was the maid's job! How dare she 'assign' this job to him! And now he had to go make Morgan's bed. He should be sleeping in that bed with her as her husband, not acting like a maid, making it for her! And as for Maria's bed, how shameful was it to be forced to make the bed for the live-in maid?
Breakfast wasn't very good for Tom either. First, there were all the pills he had to take.
"What are all those for?" asked Maria.
"Tell her Stephanie" ordered Morgan.
"These are female hormones" he said.
"Ah, so you can turn yourself into a real girl" said Maria.
Turn *himself* into a girl? Couldn't she see that it was Morgan who was forcing him to do this? How could she possibly think that he would want to do this to himself.
"You know" said Maria, "When your father was still alive, he worried a lot about you. He told me once that he was afraid that he did a bad job raising you, because you had so many female tendencies. He thought you were so weak and girlish. You didn't have to wait this long to start on the hormones honey. I think he would have accepted it too, as I have."
Maria put her hand on his arm.
"I think of you as a girl already" she said, giving him a wink.
Of course, Tom didn't know that Morgan had told her to say all that. He didn't realize it was one more step in breaking him. All he knew was that his dad had thought of him as weak and girlish. How could his dad have thought that about him? He felt like crying again, as he took the last of the hormones for the day.
Breakfast consisted of just half a grapefruit, and a serving of yogurt with fresh berries, along with a glass of milk.
"No pancakes? No bacon?" he asked.
"A girl needs to watch her figure" said Morgan. "Plus, the birth control pills make you tend to put on weight more easily. You'll be on a sensible diet."
"This milk tastes funny" said Tom. "Where's the bottle I bought last night?"
"The milk is fine" reassured Morgan. "You're drinking soy milk. Soy has natural estrogens in it, so the more soy you consume, the more it will help you in your quest towards femininity."
Even the food he was consuming was helping to turn him into a woman? Tom didn't feel hungry any more.
Tom had to help Maria wash windows, and then dust. When he was done with that, it was lunch time. The three of them ate outside on the patio, since it was such a nice day. Morgan made him eat dainty bites of the fresh tuna salad, as they sipped lemonade.
"You can clean the table Stephanie" said Morgan, "then come up to my bedroom. I have something important to show you."
"Yes mother" said Tom, who was feeling very down at the moment. He wanted so much for all of this to stop! He wished that he could dress in his own clothes again, and go into her bedroom to make love to her. What new torture would she have in store for him this time?
He washed his hands after cleaning the plates, and putting them in the dish washer. His long fingernails seemed to be in the way all the time. How was he ever going to get used to them? And his lower legs were sore from standing in shoes with high heels all day. He hated that he was wearing a skirt. He hated being made to feel like a girl. He needed to get away from all this. But how?
Tom knocked on Morgan's door.
"Who is it?" she sang.
"Stephanie" he replied glumly.
"Come in dear! Mommy is waiting for you!" replied Morgan cheerfully.
Tom opened the door, and stepped into the room.
"Close the door behind you, Stephanie" she instructed.
Tom closed the door, and walked in. Morgan was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed up in bright red lingerie. She wore red stockings, a garter belt, and a corset. Her breasts were bare, sticking out like two tight cones. Her hair was down, her face was all made up. Tom had never seen her looking so hot before. He couldn't help but to stare at her.
But then, he saw something so terrible that he almost passed out: there, laying on the bed behind her, was Betsy.
Betsy! His secret girlfriend! How did Morgan know about her? What was she doing at his house, and most of all, why was she laying half naked in Morgan's bed? Tom looked into her eyes, which were in a blank stare, as if she had been drugged.
"Betsy, as you can see, Tom has become a girl now too. Like us. Her name is Stephanie now."
"Hello Stephanie" mumbled Betsy, her words slurred. She *had* to be drugged.
"Stephanie is here to watch us" said Morgan. She now turned to Tom.
"Come over here, by the edge of the bed, and get on your knees" she said. "Now."
Tom had no choice. He moved to where she pointed, and got on his knees. A pathetic whimper was all that he could muster.
"Betsy, tell me what you thought of Tom as lover" said Morgan.
"He was never enough of a man to satisfy me" she replied slowly.
"See Stephanie, even your Betsy never thought of you as a *real* man."
Tom's eyes started to water. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. And then things got even worse, if possible. Morgan removed her panties, so that Tom could see her naked pussy. She leaned over, and pulled off Betsy's panties, and spread her legs wide apart. Morgan smiled, and threw her pair of panties over to Tom.
"Stephanie, I want you to put those in your face, so you can smell me scent as I make love to Betsy" said Morgan. She smiled, and put her face right between Betsy's legs. She started to lick her, causing Betsy to squirm and moan.
"You want me baby, don't you?" said Morgan.
"Oh yes" replied Betsy.
Morgan got up, onto her knees. She reached under the pillow, and pulled out a device. A strap-on. She put the leather straps around her waist, and started to buckle them in the back. In the front, there was a long thick dild poking out, shaped very realistically, with ridges and veins and everything. It extended through the leather, so that while most of it was poking out ahead of Morgan, some of it went up inside of her. She would feel sensations as she used the strap-on to pleasure Betsy.
Morgan moved herself closer to the helpless girl on the bed. Gently, she guided the dld into Betsy's wet slit, and she thrust her hips forward to slide it into her. Betsy reacted by opening her mouth wide, and throwing her head back. She started to let out low moans, as Morgan began to slowly rock back and forth, building up a rhythm, thrusting it deeper and deeper up inside of Betsy.
Tom's tears were flowing fully now, with him unable to stop them. There on the bed was his new girlfriend, who should be making love with him. Instead, Morgan was doing her. And for that matter, Morgan should be in love with him, and *she* should be making love to him.
But instead, he was watching her do Betsy. The word inadequate falls far of how he felt at that moment. He wasn't man enough to satisfy either of the women. His own father thought he had feminine tendencies. The maid thought of him as a girl already. He was wearing a skirt, kneeling beside the bed. Morgan was so powerful, and he was so weak. All he could do was to sob, and sniff her panties, as she had ordered him to.
"Don't look away Stephanie" she ordered. "Keep watching us!"
Morgan reached down with her hands and started to fondle Betsy's breasts. She leaned over, and kissed her on the lips. Betsy responded by wrapping her legs around Morgan, and kissing back. It was so hot, watching the two girls in the bed going at it! But Tom felt no arousal. Instead, he felt broken. He didn't feel like he was being turned into a girl anymore; now he felt like he *was* a girl.
* * *
It was days before Tom felt like even getting out of the bed anymore. Morgan stayed out of his way, but every day he still had to dress up as a girl, and go around helping Maria. He felt completely crushed on the inside now, and life was just going through the motions. It didn't matter anymore that he was dressing up as a girl. What difference did it make?
He became completely passive, and put up no protest as Morgan took him in to a clinic for permanent laser hair removal on his face and his chest. Nor did he put up a fuss as they went to see a plastic surgeon, to plan facial surgeries to reduce the size of his nose, make his chin pointer, and his cheekbones higher, all in an effort to give him a more feminine look.
He kept taking his hormone pills every day, as Morgan instructed. He even started putting 'breast cream' on at night, which was supposed to make his boobs fill out. He didn't care. He just did what she told him. He was so low, that he wondered if he should just end it all.
Some days, Maria asked him to wear one of her uniforms, so she could relax in the sun, as he scrubbed the floors, or weeded in the garden. He just did it. He didn't care. Or he'd just sit there blindly, as Betsy would come over for a date with Morgan. Usually, Morgan would order him to kneel by the bed, and watch as she pleasured Betsy. The one time she didn't, he could hear giggling and moaning through the wall, which was even harder to endure.
Betsy didn't' look drugged anymore; she looked like she was in love with Morgan. They would hold hands at the breakfast table, as Tom served them the grapefruit juice he just squeezed for them. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
One day, Morgan took Tom to see another plastic surgeon.
"Take off your shirt" he said gently. Tom silently undressed, taking off his blouse, then his bra. The man took dozens of measurements, then started to draw lines on his chest with a black grease pencil, as Morgan looked on and instructed him.
"Stephanie" said the man, "are you ready?"
Tom nodded. He didn't care. He didn't even know what they were about to do. He relaxed, as they put him into a hospital gown. He let them attach the gas mask, and give him a shot. He breathed deeply as the doctor told him to. And soon everything when black.
* * *
When Tom woke up, he had boobs. They looked real. They looked big. They were D-cup sized, which was just what was needed, given the size of his shoulders and his body frame. His chest was a little sore as the nurse examined him, and showed him how he'd need to clean them until the incision completely healed.
But Tom didn't care. Nothing mattered now. Nothing at all.
"Nice tits" said Betsy, as she saw him with his implants for the first time.
He just nodded.
"Now you're busty, like me" said Maria. "You need new bras. We'll have to give your little A-cups to my niece."
That meant another shopping trip, to go and buy new bras to fit Tom's large boobs. He didn't care. His life was ruined, and anyway, he felt like a girl now. His system was so overloaded with female hormones and testosterone blockers, that he couldn't get aroused anymore. So the boobs weren't a turn-on, they weren't a turn-off. They just were.
One day ran into the next, as Tom's mood refused to lift. He didn't even react when Morgan took him in for the first operation on his genitals. It would take several more before he was completely a woman, but now he was well on his way.
* * *
A few months later, Tom returned home after his last surgery. His face was different now, with the new nose and the new chin. Now that his hair was getting longer, along with his softening under the influence of the estrogen in his bloodstream, and the fact that his facial hair no longer grew, he was looking more and more like a female all the time.
Now that he no longer had any male organs between his legs, and the hip implants had given him curves, Morgan was dressing him in cropped pants sometimes, instead of just skirts. She led him around, telling him what to do, and he just did it. Even Maria couldn't believe what an obedient daughter he was to her.
Today, Morgan had called him into her office downstairs, along with her lawyer. He was done with his operations. Today, he was going to sign the forms to officially have his gender listed with the government as "female". Today, he would take his last step towards becoming a woman.
"Sign here" said the lawyer, which he did. He was getting much better at holding a pen, with his long fingernails. Today, they were painted pink. He had relearned how to hold a pen, and how to move it. Morgan taught him a much more feminine script, instead of his tiny little man-writting. He even dotted the letter i and j with a cute little circle, instead of just a simple point.
"And here" said the lawyer, pointing towards another line.
Tom signed it again. Although he had legally changed his name to "Stephanie" back when Morgan first started him down the feminine path, part of his inner self still though in terms of 'Tom' and 'him'. But that was about to change now.
"Congratulations Stephanie. As of now, you are officially a woman."
That did it. Tom was Stephanie. He was a she. There was no more man named Tom.
"Thank you" said Stephanie, as *she* handed the pen back to the lawyer.
He nodded, and left. Now it was just Stephanie and Morgan in the room.
"I had my will redrawn up, as I promised you" she said. "I patterned it after your father's will."
"Yes mother" replied Stephanie.
She took the piece of paper from Morgan, and began to read it. Her eyes opened up wide, in shock, as she read the details.
"Your father would have given everything to charity" said Morgan, "unless you got married. I have structured my will in a similar fashion. You have three months to find yourself a man, and get married. If you are still single three months from today, then you are completely out of the will. If you are married, then you will be a wealthy woman."
Stephanie was stunned. She had just become a woman. She had no interest in men. And now, she needed to find one.
"And furthermore, if you are going to continue to live with me here, and take an allowance each week, you need to contribute more towards the household. Therefore, from now on, you will work on weekends as the maid, so that Maria can have a much deserved rest. She will supply you with uniforms. I expect you to put in 12 hours each Saturday and Sunday, without exception."
Stephanie already helped as the maid from time to time. But making it a 'job' was going to be different.
"On weekdays, you will go into the office with me, and work. However, since you did so poorly as a manager, I needed to move you to a position more appropriate to your level of skills. You will be my personal secretary. You will sit outside my office, and show visitors in. And get them coffee. And take my calls. And run errands for me. Do my typing. Whatever I need. You will of course wear something professional looking, and I don't want to catch you just sitting around gossiping with the other girls, filing your nails. You are there to work. Do you understand me?"
"Yes mother" said Stephanie, who was too shocked over the latest developments to say anything else. She was now Morgan's secretary during the week, and her maid on the weekend. And now, she had just a few months to find a man, and marry him, is she wanted to inherit any of the money.
"Don't give me that hurt look" said Morgan. "I'm doing you a favor. I'm giving you real job skills, so that if you can't find yourself a man, then you'll have something to fall back on. Plus, a woman your age shouldn't be alone. You don't want to end up an old maid, do you? Of course not. You're a pretty girl, and I'm sure that somewhere out there is a man who would love to have you as his girlfriend, and then as his wife."
Stephanie's eyes started to water. Ever since she went on the hormones, she was so much more emotional than she used to be.
"Don't cry honey" said Morgan. "Mommy loves you. I'll help you find a nice handsome man. Of course, I've put hidden cameras in your bedroom, so that I can watch you with your man when he comes over to see you. I'll watch to make sure that he really does love you. If I don't see you spreading your legs for him, how will I know that he's really in love with you? That's what I need to see dear. You and the man you love, in your bed together."
Stephanie didn't know how to react. With all of the hormones in her system, she was in a strange place, where she no longer felt a strong attraction to women. But in now way did she feel attracted to men! And now she had to find one, and to marry one. Her mind was in conflict, her feelings a jumble, and she didn't know what to do.
"Mommy" she said. "Please help me."
"I will, my little baby doll" said Morgan, coming over to give her a hug. "Your mommy loves you very much, and she's going to help you find a man for yourself, so you can be a happy woman. You'll make some man a wonderful wife."
Stephanie cried as she hugged Morgan. She felt lucky to have a step-mom who cared so much about her....
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