Get With The Program

by Jennifer White

 

Perhaps it was jealousy. Perhaps it was injured male ego and pride. But in either case, Lyle could never quite accept the fact that his wife Kimberly was doing better in her career than he was. Lyle went to college, then grad school. With his MBA, he hired in with a conservative investment bank. He hoped to make it up the corporate ladder, and move into an executive role one day.

Kimberly on the other hand was all self made. She never went to college, having to work right after high school. She started as a secretary in a real estate office. After a few years, she took the classes needed to become an agent. She was so wildly successful in sales, that within a few years, she owned her own brokerage firm.

But it didn't stop there. Sales were so successful for Kimberly, that she opened a commercial real estate division, which also took off. The commission on selling an office complex with 3 million, or a business worth 2.5 million were much better than what she had earned back in the old days, selling a home worth 50,000!

Now she earned far more than Lyle, which was a cause for resentment. To an outsider, it looked like a picture book marriage. A successful businessman married to a successful woman, living in a large suburban house. But for Lyle, there was something missing: a son. He wanted to have a son he could pass down his knowledge to, like his father had done for him. He would teach 'junior' how to play ball, how to fish, hunt, and camp.

But Kimberly didn't see things his way. She didn't want to put her career aside to raise a child. She insisted that if she were to do that, she would want to give up on work altogether, so she could stay at home and be the mother she wanted to be. But it just wasn't feasible for her right now.

"One day, soon" she said, as they rehashed the same old argument. "The timing isn't right at this time."

"You always put it off. How long are you going to wait?" said Lyle. "You could sell your firm right now, and we'd have more than enough money."

To Kimberly, it wasn't just the money. She would make a nice profit selling her firm. But she didn't feel that it was quite where she wanted it to be yet. There was more work to do. She didn't want to leave her project half-done. A few more years, and she would be satisfied.

In her heart, it also frightened her to some degree, to think of becoming a stay-at-home mom. She wouldn't work anymore; she would depend on Lyle for income. That would mean giving up a big piece of her independence. She didn't want to be defined by her husband; she wanted to be a person in her own right. She felt like he was trying to force her into a mold that she wasn't willing to accept. At least not at this time.

So the argument kept on, month after month, year after year. She would have a baby one day, but it would be on *her* terms, not his.

 

* * *

 

One day, Lyle was with a client, Rodney Wakefield. Lyle was a middle manager in the venture capital group, which funded new business startups. It was his job to find out as much about the proposed new companies applying to the bank for money, and deciding if their business case was good enough to risk lending the startup funds.

Today, there was a nerdy man in front of him, talking about a new technology he had invented. A behavior control chip, which could be easily implanted into a person's brain.

"Think of the applications!" he said. "You could take a serial felon, who just can't stay away from crime, and modify his thought patterns, so that he would not even consider robbing again. Or you could take a drug user, and in under a week, permanently cure him."

"How does it work?" asked Lyle.

"It is complex, but basically you program a tiny chip, through a computer interface. You put in the new thoughts you want the subject to have, which are then downloaded to the chip. The chip is very small, and is implanted by poking a small hole with a sharp needle, sort of like injecting through a syringe."

"What about power?" asked Lyle.

"It uses the electrical impulses in the body's nerves for a power source. Once attached to a nerve, it will reroute traffic through the nerves, to connect to the brain. Then it will start transmitting the new thought patterns, and the subject will not even know that he is being influenced! In about two to five days, the new thoughts take hold, overriding the old ones. The subject is cured, and they can live a happy, normal life."

"What clinical trials have you conducted?" asked Lyle.

"We have had a 100% success rate, since we upgraded the firmware to the latest revision. We are applying right now with the government for a license to conduct full field tests." replied Rodney.

Lyle paused a moment to consider the offer. This guy sounded like a complete wacko. This was way too high of a risk for the bank to take. The conservative old men on the board would never approve this venture. But what if it did work? What if this man was really a genius, and he had a device which could reprogram someone's brain?

An idea popped into Lyle's head. Kimberly. He needed to try the device on Kimberly. Make her become the wife he had always wanted. He could make her start to dress up in pretty clothes, instead of her conservative business attire. He could make her want sex all the time, instead of a couple times a week. And he could make her *want* to have his son, right away, and end all of their silly arguments.

"I would need to see a prototype, along with the software for a week or so" he said. "Based on my investigation, I will go forward to the board with a positive recommendation for you."

"I'll get the system for you, it's just out in the car" said the man, smiling with glee. He was going to get the loan, and he was on his way to becoming rich!

 

Lyle drove home with four small items in his briefcase: a microchip, its injection system, an interface with USB cable to tie it to a computer, and a CD-ROM containing the software which would be needed to program it. He would install the software as soon as he got home, and begin his personal 'evaluation' of the mind programming system.

 

* * *

 

Lyle smiled as he sat at his desk. His program was complete. He looked at the screen, showing the new thoughts which he would put into Kimberly's mind. They would change her from the career-minded woman she was today, into the loving supportive wife he wished she was. He had started off with the most important thought for her to have: "More than anything, I want to get pregnant, and have lots of babies."

If they were to have lots of children, he needed her to be more willing to go to bed. So he typed in the next command: "I want sex all the time! I'm always horny, and want to get laid." But Kimberly had never been very adventuresome in bed, and didn't like doing things that turned Lyle on. So he added the next command: "I *like* going down and giving head. And I like to swallow when I'm done."

He smiled. They had argued about that one many times in the past. Not that he liked going down on her, but that was different. Guys needed it all the time, and she was only interested a couple of times a week. That would change now!

He mused about what else he should change about her. Well, for one thing, she always dressed so conservatively, in business attire. And she kept her hair cut short, to look more aggressive and business-like. So he put in the next thought commands: "I only like to wear very pretty and sexy clothes. I like having long, beautiful hair. I only feel good when I'm feminine and sexy."

Next, he thought that Kimberly was also too independent minded. She never listened to "love, honor and obey". He would take care of that next. "I am very obedient. I do not like to argue."

"Let's see" he said. "What else."

Well, she never wore much makeup anymore. He'd fix that. And she talked way too much, chatting up a storm. He was tired from the constant noise.

"I like to wear lots of makeup. I feel naked without it!" he typed. Then he added: "I am quiet and shy."

But he didn't want her to be 'mousy'. So he added: "I am a very confident, sexy woman."

He looked up and down the list, satisfied. But then, at the last moment, he decided to add one more thing. Something nice for himself.

"I want a boob job. I *need* to have one."

There. Now she'd upgrade to something a little sexier. She looked nice, but you can't argue with D-cups. How could she be happy with her perky little B's? This was for her too.

 

Lyle pushed the button to download the commands to the chip, and went to the garage, to have a smoke, and drink a beer. The screen said it would take about 10 minutes, so he had some time to kill. He whistled to himself as he exited the back door, and walked into his private area in the garage where he 'tinkered' with the lawn mower, or whatever excuse he needed to get some peace and quiet.

 

* * *

 

Kimberly was done with the dishes, and looked around for Lyle. He was nowhere to be seen. She poured herself a glass of red wine, and decided she'd pour one for him too. She took it out to the garage, where he normally hung out, but he wasn't there. So she went upstairs, to look at the computer. She must have just missed him. He wasn't there, but the computer was still running.

She glanced at the screen, and her eyes caught the words 'Mind Control'. She looked down at a handwritten list of items. She realized it was things about her that he wanted to change. Could a computer control a person's mind? She saw that it was hooked up to some sort of device. A manual was open, and she picked it up. It described a simple way to put thoughts into someone else's head, by implanting a chip!

She was outraged. Lyle was going to try and control her thoughts! He was going to make her into a housewife, instead of the businesswoman she was. How could he even think of doing this to her? Her anger bubbled over. A simple plan came to her. "Lets see how he likes it".

 

Kimberly quickly scanned the rest of the manual. She saw that the download was complete, so she removed the implanter, with the chip. She put it behind her back, and went downstairs. Once in the kitchen, she removed her shoes so that she could move quietly. She snuck inside the garage. She only needed to get close, for a few moments.

But this was going to be easier than she thought. Lyle was there all right, but passed out, taking a nap. She simply walked up, put the device near the back of his head, and pushed the button. The light went green, indicating that the chip had been successfully implanted.

She snuck back out, with Lyle never having even stirred. She put the device back in the cradle, then poured wine all over it. She waited there, until she heard Lyle coming up the stairs.

"Oh no!" she shrieked, pretending to be upset.

"What is it?" said Lyle, running up the stairs, before his wife discovered what he had been up to. How stupid he had been to leave the system unattended!

"I brought a wine glass for you, but I had an accident, and spilled it all over. Here, let me get a rag to clean it up."

"No dear, let me do it" he said, not wanting her to get a glimpse of his handwritten list. Luckily for him, the wine had stained it, so it was illegible already. She almost found out! That was too close. But to his dismay, he could smell the familiar scent of burnt out electronics. She had fried the device. He would have to wait to get another one, before he could try it out on her.

He cleaned everything up, and was afraid to bring up the topic of it again, just in case she got suspicious for any reason. So he just let it go, and went on as if everything was normal. He had put up with her like this for years. A few more days didn't make all that much of a difference.

 

Kimberly felt very guilty for what she had done. It bothered her a lot that she had sunk as low as her husband. But it was her 'time of the month', and she was always more emotional when she was starting her period. Sometimes she would react out of pure emotion, and this was one of those times. She wondered if she should tell him or not, but she decided against it. He was going to try to remake her mind, and turn her into *his* idea of a perfect woman. She couldn't let that happen. If he tried once, he would try again some time.

She sighed. As bad as what she had just done was, she was still justified in her actions. She put on her nightie, her face cream, and went to bed.

 

* * *

 

Lyle called the inventor a couple of days later, and made arrangements to meet the following week, and obtain another prototype of the device. He would recommend adding a waterproof seal next time. He would try to make himself look good, by telling the guy that he was doing a standard consumer test, as part of his due diligence, and that was why it got fried. He wouldn't admit that it had been an accident. He'd use it to make himself look good.

As he was walking to his car after work, he saw a young woman loading her baby into the car seat in the back of her shiny black SUV. She had one baby already, and her enlarged belly showed that she was pregnant again. Lyle felt so jealous that she had a baby and he didn't. He had wanted a son for so long, but Kimberly wasn't willing to provide him with that.

But he smiled. Soon enough, she would be barefoot and pregnant, making babies for him. He took one last longing glance at the baby, not taking any note of the fact that he was putting his hands over his belly, as if they were feeling for a baby inside.

Although he didn't notice it, it was a sign of the chip's progress. Thoughts inside his head had already changed imperceptibly. The chip had wormed its way into her brain, and had started to take over certain neural pathways. The thoughts programmed into it were starting to take hold in Lyle's mind.

But he didn't even notice, or suspect that anything was wrong.

 

When Lyle arrived back at his house, Kimberly was there, cooking dinner. The chicken was sitting in the bowl of teriyaki marinade, the vegetables were cut up, ready to be stir fried, and the wine red was already poured into two large glasses, allowing it to breathe before they drank it.

"Lyle" she said cheerfully. "How was work today honey?"

"The usual" he said, kissing her on the cheek as she wiped down the counter. He looked at the bright yellow color of the sundress she wore today, along with the bright decorative patterns on it. His suit felt so dull in comparison. Just a boring dingy gray color, with boring black shoes. She wore pink flip-flops, with fake jewels studded around them. "Why did she get to wear all the fun clothes?", he wondered as he went upstairs to change.

He stripped down to his briefs, and went into the large walk-in closet to put on something comfortable and casual. He looked at the row of golf shirts he had, and a couple of Hawaiian shirts as well. But those didn't seem right to him. Continuing to the right, were a line of Kimberly's clothes, hanging next to his. His fingers touched them as he moved down the line, until he came to a red cami top.

He paused, looking at it. The straps were so thin and so cute. It seemed like just what he was looking for to wear. But it was kind of sheer, so he needed to be sure to wear a bra that wouldn't show through too much. He went out to the bra drawer in the dresser. Ah, there was a red one. That would work.

Lyle returned to the walk in closet. He put the bra on, followed by the cami top, as he scanned the different pants, shorts, and skirts hanging there. He stopped when he came to a white skirt, which Kimberly wore when they went out golfing. It was just the right length, and it was made from a stretchy material. Lyle felt fat, with such a thick waist.

"I'm going to start losing weight" he said out loud, as he put the skirt on. It felt so good to wear something so sexy. He spun around in glee, and giggled. Now he needed shoes. Kimberly had the cool flip-flops on, but she had another pair that had a fake flower on the strap over the foot. A daisy. He put them on, but they were just a little small. He would need to go out and get something more in his size.

Lyle looked at himself in the mirror, but he felt sad. He felt so inadequate. He just didn't fill out the bra very well.

"I need a boob job" he said out loud to himself. For now, he would have to satisfy himself by stuffing his bra, to make it look like he had nice boobs. But one day, very soon, he would go in and get it done right. What kind of a mommy would he make if he couldn't breast feed? He felt a strong inner need to have large boobs.

Once the bra was stuffed with socks, he felt much better, and went downstairs to join Kimberly for dinner. She was just finishing the chicken on the grill when he came down the steps. She was a little shocked to see him dressed up in her clothes. She had doubted that that chip would actually have any effect. It had been several days, and she hadn't seen any signs at all that it was working. But now, here he was, dressed up in her clothes, acting like it was normal.

"Smells great honey" he said.

"Thanks dear" she replied. She decided to test just how much of the programming had set in. One of the things that drove her crazy, was how Lyle didn't help with things around the house. She had just spent hours cleaning and cooking, ever since she got home from work. But did he offer to set the table? No. He never did. Well, now she'd see if that had changed at all. One of the things he had wanted to program into her was obedience. She would see if that worked too.

"Go set the table" she said, matter-of-factly.

Not like an order, but not like a request either. Just the words. She watched as Lyle went to the kitchen drawer, took out the utensils, and began setting their places at the table. Kimberly smiled. Wow, this chip was really something. She would have to test out some of the other aspects of it, after they enjoyed their dinner.

 

When dinner was done, Kimberly suggested that perhaps Lyle should clear the table. He did so immediately, being very obedient to her for the first time in the relationship. He even did the dishes, relieving her from having to do that chore too. When that was done, he joined Kimberly on the back porch, where they sat side by side on the swing, and drank up the rest of the wine.

"Honey" said Lyle. "I've been thinking. I want to start a family."

Kimberly was shocked to hear this. It was his old argument again, trying to get her to quit work and stay at home to raise the children. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and bristled, as she felt the surge of anger run through her. He should have known better than to bring this topic up! And with his mind being altered, why was he still doing this to her?

"No really" he said. "I want to quit my job, so I can stay at home and raise our babies. I'd be very happy to be a stay-at-home mother."

Now Kimberly was even more shocked. He wasn't thinking about things his old way, he was thinking the way he had intended for *her* to think, once the programming was complete. He wanted to be a mother! She could see it in his face, and hear it in his voice, that he was telling the truth. Lyle honestly wanted to be a mother.

"Maybe one day soon" she said. It was too much for her to think about. Her husband wanted to be a mother. She hadn't thought the chip in his head could drive him to think like that. But it was. She had to contemplate all the consequences of what was going on. She liked that Lyle was obedient now, and it was funny to see him dress up in her clothes.

But she realized that as the chip took more and more control away from his mind, he would soon want to dress up like a sexy woman, *all* the time.

"Why are you staring at my boobs like that?" she said, annoyed at how he was leering at her.

"I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. I'm getting a boob job. Yours are so pretty. I want mine to be just like yours, but maybe bigger."

"You don't want a boob job" she said, laughing. It was one thing for him to dress up in her clothes. But if he had real boobs on his chest, larger than hers even, well, that was another matter all together. Nobody would be able to look at him, without knowing that he was female on the inside.

"You don't understand" he said, almost whining like a schoolgirl. "I *need* to have breasts. When I have our baby, I *need* to feel her sucking on me."

"You said 'her'. You want a daughter now?"

"I've always wanted to have a baby, just like me" he replied.

He thought of himself as a woman now! So a baby, just like him, would be a girl. Kimberly looked at Lyle closer. Was his mind really going through that magnitude of change? Could a man's mind be altered by some chip, so that he thought he was a woman? She decided this had gone far enough. She had to stop it.

"Lyle, you are a man" she said.

He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Why would you say something so mean?" he replied. "Just because I'm flat chested? You think I look like a man? You are so cruel!"

He started crying, full out, like a girl. He got up, and ran off into the house. He even ran like a girl. Calling him a man was mean and cruel? He was pretty far gone. Kimberly groaned, got up, and went inside to track him down. She would have to take him to whoever gave him the chip, so they could get this fixed. Fun was fun, but this was too much. She couldn't take a husband who thought he was a woman.

She downed the last of the wine, and went into the house.

 

* * *

 

Kimberly looked all around, but couldn't find Lyle, until she heard water running from the bathroom upstairs. She decided to wait before confronting him, and have another glass of wine. When she was done, she went up to the bedroom. She was only somewhat surprised to see that Lyle had shaved off all his body hair in the shower. He had dressed up in a black leather miniskirt, dark pantyhose, and a skimpy top.

"Come on" said Kimberly. "We're going right now, to see someone."

"Wait!" said Lyle. "I can't leave the house like this!"

Kimberly was relieved. So he was afraid for people to see him dressed up as a woman.

"Then you can change your clothes" she said.

"Not that silly!" replied Lyle. "I mean, look, I don't have any makeup on at all! I don't mind you seeing me like this, but I'm not going out of this house without makeup on! I feel naked."

Kimberly sighed. He really had gone off the deep end. Oh well, soon they'd get the chip deactivated, and he'd be back to normal. Perhaps she should take a few photos to blackmail Lyle, once he came around to his senses. Just in case. You never know. Plus, with him being so crazy, it might make sense, for protection.

So Kimberly got out her camera, and called Lyle over.

"You look so pretty tonight honey" she said. "Let me take a few pictures of you."

Lyle was *glad* to pose for her, and acted like he was a cover model or something. He stuck out his boobs, made a pouty face, and winked into the camera. Kimberly shook her head. She hadn't dressed up and posed like this since she was a teenage girl, hanging around with her best friend. Now Lyle was acting like a young girl.

 

Once she had him in the car (he stood by the door, waiting for her to open it for him!), she asked him about the device she had spilled the wine on. He didn't want to answer her, but when she pressed him a little, he was obedient and told her. She drove off to the home of the inventor, Rodney Wakefield.

When they arrived, Kimberly shook her head again. Lyle was fixing his lipstick in the lighted makeup mirror of the passenger seat in her Volvo.

"Will you knock it off?" she said.

"I'm just fixing my lipstick" he said, putting it on.

"We're not on a date here. What, you want to date Rodney or something?"

"I just like wearing makeup, is that okay?" said Lyle, feeling insulted. He was just trying to look pretty. That's all.

 

Kimberly knocked on the door. A very nerdy man opened it up, and waived them in.

"What can I do for you ladies?" he said. Clearly, he wasn't used to women coming over to his house! He was looking Kimberly up, then he turned to Lyle. His face changed to a disgusted look when he realized that he was scoping out a man in a dress.

"What's this?" he said, wrinkling his nose, and taking a step away from Lyle.

"The work of your product. This is all your fault."

"Now hold it. Which product? How is this my fault?"

"Your mind control chip. He was going to use it on me, to make me into his ideal woman. I found out, got pissed off, and put the chip in *his* moronic head. Now he thinks he's a woman."

"You're a woman?" said Rodney, amused at the situation.

"Yes, of course. I've always been a woman" replied Lyle.

"Remarkable! I never imagined this degree of control. I must find out what commands he used in the program. This is amazing!"

"I want to be a mommy" said Lyle. "I'm going to have babies."

"See? He's gone off the deep end. We need to turn the thing off, and get him back to some semblance of normal" said Kimberly.

"I'm sorry, but it can't be done" said Rodney.

"What???" replied Kimberly, feeling tears welling up in her eyes from the outpouring of emotions. No. This couldn't be true.

"I tested the chip on animals at first. It was a 100% success, but there was only one problem. When I tried to turn it off or remove it, the animal always died."

"That's awful!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. But the good news is that the chip will last practically forever. There is no need to ever remove it. The subject will just be under it's control for the rest of their natural life."

"Can we reprogram the chip?" asked Kimberly.

"Not once it's implanted. I'm afraid your husband is going to be a woman from now on."

"I *am* a woman" said Lyle.

"Yes, yes, we know" sighed Kimberly. "Just be quiet Lyle."

"Please don't use that name. That's a man's name. I want you to call me Tina.

"If that will keep you quiet, *Tina*" said Kimberly.

Tina smiled. She was a complete woman, now that she had a proper female name. Tomorrow, she would go and have her breast augmentation surgery. Then she would feel even better about herself.

"So he's stuck like that?" said Kimberly. "There is nothing we can do?"

"I'm afraid not. But please come back here in a few weeks, so I can do a brain scan, and measure his...I mean her...progress."

Kimberly was exasperated. There was no way out of this. Lyle was stuck as a girl now, forever.

 

She took 'Tina' back to the car so they could drive home. She had no intention of ever coming back to see this man again. What if he tried to implant a chip into her, and control her? She didn't like the way he looked at her. He gave her the creeps.

They got home, and Tina seemed quite happy. She was talking about her boob job she was going to get tomorrow, and how she was looking forward to having a baby.

"Do you realize that you're not capable of getting pregnant?" she said.

"I'm infertile" replied Tina. "But we could always adopt. I just *need* to have a baby, to hold in my arms."

They went upstairs to the bedroom. Tina insisted on wearing one of Kimberly's nighties.

"I want to go shopping, and get my own wardrobe. You've got some good clothes, but most of them are too boring and businesslike for me. I need something more sexy and exciting. Something to show off my new boobs."

"Sure, whatever you want" said Kimberly, resigning herself to the fact that her husband was a woman now, at least in his mind. She would just have to learn how to deal with it. It was all her fault.

"Honey?" said Tina.

"Yes...." replied Kimberly, her patience worn thin.

"Listen, I've been thinking. I have needs. Sexual needs. I've been thinking all day about it. I just need to get laid so bad! When I saw that awful man, even with him, I was just imagining myself giving head. Please, can I go down on you? I know you're a girl too, but I just need to do this."

Go down on her? Lyle would *never* do that, although it was her favorite. She felt herself getting wet already.

"Sure Tina, if it makes you feel better."

"I want to do this every day" said Tina, as she got on her knees, kissed Kimberly on the neck, the chest, the belly button, working her way down to the warm wet spot between her legs.

As Kimberly felt the first orgasm that Lyle had given her in years, she decided something. Maybe it wasn't so bad having a woman as a husband. She could get used to this....

  

  

  

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