Her For The Weekend

by Jennifer White

 

Steve was excited when he got his first apartment. It meant privacy. No more living at home with parents, a brother, and his two sisters. No more living in a college dorm with a bunch of guys. No more sharing an apartment with a roommate. Now he had total privacy, so he could do what he wanted. He could dress up as a girl.

Ever since he was young, Steve had been putting on his sister's clothes whenever he could. But he was so scared of getting caught, that he was never able to explore his feminine side the way he wanted to. Well now, he could.

 

The first few days, Steve was constantly into and out of his stash of women's clothes. He quickly realized that he would need quite a bit more. And now he could safely order things by mail that he had only dreamed of before. So he went online, and started ordering like crazy.

By the time he had been there three months, he had a whole closet devoted to his collection of women's clothes. That was when he decided to remake the second bedroom into a girl's room. He set out to decorate it, from top to bottom, as if a real woman lived in that room.

 

During the week, Steve would be himself, going to work, hanging out with his buddies or his family. But the weekends were a special time. It was then that he 'became' Amanda. His whole process would start on Friday night. First, he'd start out by putting on a bra and panties, but under his male clothes. Now he was on his way towards his transformation.

After spending an hour like that, to get used to the feel of them, Steve would slip A-cup breast forms into his bra. He'd see how his chest had just a little bit of shape to it, under his shirt, and he'd feel excited. After another hour, he'd move up to B-cup breast forms. He'd look in the mirror, and feel like he was starting to turn into a woman.

Next, he'd put on a blouse or a pretty top in place of his man's shirt. Then he'd paint his fingernails a light pink color, barely noticeable. Then he might put on women's pants. Or his wig. Or a little makeup. He'd vary the order of it every time, to make it more exciting. Of course, once or twice along the way, he might need to 'relieve' his sexual tension. Oh well, it was really exciting for him to do it! He looked forward to his transformation more than anything in the world.

By midnight on Friday, he'd be completely transformed into Amanda. That night, he'd sleep in 'her' room. He would spend the entire weekend as her, only going back to being a man late on Sunday night, when regrettably, he'd have to become Steve again, so he could go into work.

 

* * *

 

It was a typical Friday. Steve was in the midst of his process of becoming a woman. He still wore his men's clothes on the outside, but he had his bra (with the B-cup breast forms) on the inside, along with a pair of frilly panties. Today, he had put on just a touch of makeup, and the lightest of shades of nail polish. You could barely notice it. Later, when he 'was' Amanda, he'd redo his nails with a darker, more exciting shade. But it was so fun to think that he was gradually transforming now, becoming a woman!

He was watching TV, sitting on the couch. The women's pants he had on felt really tight in the crotch, but it was exciting to think that below the waist, he was already dressed like a girl. Suddenly, he was startled when the doorbell rang. He got up to answer it. Nobody ever came by his apartment. He was kind of curious to see who it was. He looked through the peephole, and saw a very beautiful looking woman.

"Hello?" he said, opening the door for her.

"He. I'm Laura, your next door neighbor" she said.

"Steve. Nice to meet you Laura" he replied.

They shook hands.

"I moved in a few weeks ago" she said. "I've see you around, but I never had the chance to introduce myself."

"Well I'm glad you did" he said.

Laura was the kind of women he would have loved to be with. Or to be. Either one. Or both!

 

But as they stood there and chatted, Steve was suddenly self conscious about the fact that he was wearing a bra, with fake boobs. He was in women's pants, with panties underneath. What if she caught him? He had never gone out in public dressed up. Of course, in the old days, there was always the chance of being discovered. It was like he suddenly felt a rush, from the danger of the situation.

There was a new sound now, which started to grow louder and louder. A clear, steady whistle.

"Oh, my water is boiling" said Steve. "Would you like to stay over and have a cup of tea with me?"

"Sure!" replied Laura, much to his delight. He was eager to stay in the company of a woman this beautiful.

 

Soon, he was sitting on the couch across from her, sipping hot tea, and chatting. He thought that everything was going wonderfully. They had a second cup of tea. And then Laura excused herself to "use the little girl's room". Steve sat on the couch, scanning through one of his magazines.

When Laura returned, her hair had been let down. Steve's heart raced. Did she really want him? Now he was even more worried about his panties and bra. What would she say if she noticed? Maybe he should run off quickly, and get out of his female clothes.

"Tell me Steve" she said, as she poured herself another cup of tea, from the remainder in the pot, "You haven't said a word about the woman who lives with you. Who is she?"

"What do you mean?' he said, suddenly on the defense.

"I've seen you washing her clothes when you do your own laundry downstairs. I've seen her silhouette in the window at night. There is a pink razor in your bathtub. And I can smell makeup. There is definitely a woman who uses that bathroom. Who is she?"

Steve started to blush. He hadn't realized that she might notice these little things. He had to do something.

"Her name is Amanda" he said.

He desperately wanted to change topics.

"Amanda? What's she like? What sort of relationship do you have with her?"

Steve tried to fight off her questions, but she kept probing. He made up answers, and tried to change topics, but it always came back to Amanda. He was really blushing now. Laura looked at him, and smiled.

"Your bra strap is showing" she said. "Amanda."

"What?" said Steve defensively.

"Your bra strap" she said. "I can see it. Pink. Very cute. Now be honest with me. There is no Amanda, is there? *You* are Amanda."

Steve had no choice but to nod his head. He had been caught.

"Say it" she said sternly.

"Yes" he whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I am Amanda."

Laura smiled, which made Steve feel even more scared now. How could he have been so stupid?

"If you don't want everyone to know your little secret, Amanda, you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Steve.

He was caught. Now, he was dead meat.

"I will return in one hour. When I arrive, you will be fully clothed in proper feminine attire. Put on your wig, the rest of your makeup, the whole works. I want you looking your very prettiest when I return. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes" said Steve, who was on the verge of tears. Not only was he caught now, but she was going to humiliate him, by making him dress up all the way for her. He was actually shaking when she left. There was only an hour. He had a lot of work to do.

 

* * *

 

The doorbell rang, and Steve looked through the peephole to see that it was Laura again. He was dressed up in a short brown skirt, white top, and boots with heels that came up just below his knees. He was wearing his wig, full makeup, jewelry, and now his nails were bright red.

"Very pretty, Amanda" said Laura as she entered. She shut the door behind herself, and double locked it. Steve immediately felt claustrophobic and trapped. Laura was now wearing a very sexy outfit, with a black leather miniskirt, dark nylons, six inch heels, and a very little top that showed her belly button and her generous cleavage.

Steve was even more in awe of her now.

"Get down on your knees in front of me" she ordered, pointing to a spot on the floor. Steve walked over to it, and did as she asked. Maybe if he obeyed her, she'd not tell on him like she had threatened.

Laura pulled up her skirt, and Steve could now see everything it had been covering. She was wearing a sexy garter belt, which was supporting the dark thigh-high nylons. But she wasn't wearing any panties. He got a good clean look at her pussy. She moved close enough that he could smell it. She had shaved it, except for a little rectangle of hair.

"You wish that you had one of these yourself, don't you?" she said.

"Yes" whispered Steve. "How do you know?"

"My area of research tells me that most *women* like yourself really wish that they had a pussy of their own. You see, I am a doctor, and I have been working on this for quite some time. You are very lucky that you found me."

Beautiful *and* intelligent? That was almost too much to believe.

"Now tell me that you wish you had a pussy, like I do."

"I wish I had a pussy, like you do" said Steve.

Now that his secret was out, it actually felt kind of good to talk to her about it. And since she was a doctor who studied these things, perhaps she could even help him.

"Tell me that you wish you were me."

"I wish I was you."

"Tell me that you wish you had a vagina."

"I wish I had a vagina."

"Tell me you wished that you had real breasts."

"I wish that I had real breasts."

"Do you wish that you were pretty?"

"I wish I was pretty."

"Do you wish that you were a woman?"

"Yes. I wish that I was a woman."

Laura smiled. That same unsettling smile as before. She took her hand, and pointed between her legs.

"Look at my pussy. This is what you lack, but what you desire more than anything in life. You wish that you had been born a girl, but you're stuck in a man's body. Isn't that so?"

"Yes" said Steve.

"So you dress yourself up, and pretend that you're a girl. But I've caught you in the act. And you're afraid that I'm going to tell everyone. So from this day forward, you are going to become a slave to my pussy. It is what you want, what you want to be. It is part of me, just as you are. You realize the power I have over you now. I could ruin your life. That makes you mine. Tell me that you are mine. Tell me that you are my pussy slave now."

"I am yours" said Steve. "I am your pussy slave."

"You give yourself to me, mind, body, and soul."

"I give myself to you, mind, body and soul."

"Good girl" said Laura. "You *are* mine now. In every way. But do not feel bad! Because I am going to help you. I will help you feel like you *are* a woman. As you become more and more mine, you feel more and more feminine, until you won't even remember that you were a man. You like that, don't you? Doesn't it excite you."

"Yes" said Steve.

"Good" she replied. "Because that is your future. You will serve me. And you will become female, like me."

Steve was somewhere in a state between shocked and elated. It was his dream to be a woman. Equally, he wanted to be with a woman like Laura. Now he was to become hers (albeit as a completely subservient slave, rather than as a partner). Now he was getting both. And a woman who understood his deepest desire. Something he never though he'd find.

Steve didn't like the idea of being her slave. Never in the fantasies he played out in his mind had he ever contemplated 'serving' someone. But the feminization part drove him crazy. He really did want to *be* a woman. Too many times to count, he had laid in bed, wishing he had been born female. He wanted to feel feminine. And Laura was going to make that dream come true for him. But he was conflicted about being her 'pussy slave'. That scared him, more than anything.

"Swear to me that you are mine" she said now.

"I swear it. I am yours."

"Now swear it on something of the highest order. Swear it on my pussy."

"By your pussy, I swear that I am yours."

"Swear to me that you are my slave, a slave to my pussy, and you will do *anything* that I tell you. Without hesitation. Without argument. You will do it. You are completely mine."

"I am completely yours. I swear that I am your slave. I will do anything you tell me."

"Of your own free will, swear that you are now mine."

"Of my own free will, I am yours now."

"Your life as you knew it has just ended. You are my servant now. My slave. My plaything, to do with as I please. There is no more 'you'. There is only me."

Steve was shaking. This was scary. Laura looked right at him. She seemed so powerful, towering over him. She made direct eye contact, and he couldn't even look away.

"You are not a man" she pronounced. "In fact, you never were a *real* man. You have a delusion, that you are male. I am going to make you forget that. I am going to cure this delusion of yours. You need to understand that you really are a woman."

Laura moved closer to him, so that her pussy was right in his face now.

"If you were a man, I'd ask you to get on top of me now, and to put your dick deep inside me. But you're not a man. You don't have a penis. You are female now. You are incapable of screwing me. Tell me slave, tell me that you don't even have a penis."

"I don't even have a penis" said Steve.

"Just as I thought. But I want to receive pleasure. Since you're not a man, and you don't have a dick, you're going to have to use your tongue to give me pleasure. You don't have any body parts that can penetrate into my soft sweet pussy, so you'll have to lick me."

For the next ten minutes, Steve used his tongue to pleasure her, as she directed him, teaching him what pressure to use, how to best lick her, and where to touch her with his hands. She laid on her back, and spread her legs apart. He had to use his tongue, although more than anything, his body wanted him to get inside her. He wanted to mount her, to slide himself in, and feel her surround his manhood with her soft female flesh. But she kept telling him how he couldn't do that, because he wasn't a man anymore.

 

But now, things got even worse. Laura reached into a pocket in her skirt, and pulled something out. A dild.

"Since you don't have one of these" she said, "you need this to help you. You notice how it is double headed? I'll put one end into me. You put your mouth on the other end, and bite down. Then you can use your head to ram it in and out of my pussy. If you were a man, you could fuck me. But you're not. So you need to use a dld. Now get to it, woman."

In all the times Steve had imagined being a woman, he had never thought of being with a man. So the sight of the dld disgusted him, let alone having to put his mouth around it, and using it to bring pleasure to her. How much he wanted it to be *his* manhood going inside her! Laura kept telling him how he didn't have a dick anymore, and how if he was a real man, he could be doing that to her.

"That's it baby" she said. "Use your toy, since you're not a man, and you don't have one of those anymore."

By the time she had enough, Steve felt completely humiliated and totally emasculated. Here he was, dressed up as a woman, using a dld (which was up his mouth too) to pleasure her. It was his fantasy to be turned into a woman, but the way she was doing it was making him feel all wrong.

 

"Okay Amanda, you can stop now. I'm getting too tender down there!" giggled Laura.

Steve pulled the dildo all the way out of her, and sat up.

"Mmm honey, that was really good" said Laura. "You can't imagine how good it feels to have something so big, shaped like that, pushing up inside your pussy, touching you in all the right places. I know that its your deepest wish to feel that some day. You're my slave now, and I can do anything I want to you. So what I'm going to do, is to turn you into a woman."

Steve's heart was pounding now. He could feel it and hear it in his own ears.

"You may not like some of the things I'm going to make you do, slave, but they are for your own good, and for your development as a woman. Now lets get started. You are dressed up in very pretty clothes, but the way you're standing makes you look so bad! We are going to work on your posture first. You're going to relearn how to walk. How to sit. How to stand. How to cross your legs. Now lets get started, shall we? Pull your shoulders back. Stick your chest out. Keep your chin up! Now take a small tight step forward...."

 

By the time Laura was done drilling Steve on how to more like a woman, his legs were sore from all the standing, sitting, posing and leg crossing that she made him do.

 

* * *

It was evening now. Laura was starting to feel hungry.

"Lock up Amanda. We're going next door to my apartment."

Steve did as she asked. He walked the few steps down the hall to her place. It was his first time outside the confines of his own rooms that he had ever been dressed up. What if someone saw him? It was dangerous, and exciting all at once. He had never thought of going outside dressed up. Just the few steps down the hall gave him a rush he had never felt before.

Laura let him into her apartment. He looked around at the sleek modern furniture, the stylish accents, the colorful pictures on the walls, the photos of family, friends, and their children. It was definitely a woman's apartment! He immediately felt ashamed at the state of his place compared to hers. Hers was so much cleaner, so much nicer, so much better decorated! He would have to make his apartment look like this some day.

"Come with me Amanda" said Laura.

She led him to a bedroom, where she opened up the closet. Inside were various outfits, neatly placed on hangers. She removed one, and handed it to him. It was a French maid outfit, with frilly trim, poofy sleeves, and a way too high hemline. There was also a frilly white apron with it.

"You are going to serve me tonight" said Laura, "So you need an outfit to remind you of your place as my servant. Go put this on."

As Steve started to undress, Laura handed him dark thigh-high nylons with a garter belt. And shoes with impossibly high heels. He wondered how he was going to be able to walk in them at all. He dressed up in the outfit, and he felt so exposed! You could see so much of his legs, and if he wasn't extremely careful, you'd be able to see up his skirt.

As Laura tied up his apron in the back, he again felt completely humiliated by the experience. Now, the idea of being a woman suddenly seemed stupid. How had he been so dumb as to get himself into this situation? This was no longer exiting and arousing. It was scary and completely humiliating. The worst of all, was the total lack of control of his own situation. *She* could do anything to him. He was completely dependent on her now. It was totally disconcerting to realize that he had not one whit of control over his situation anymore.

"This is a symbol that you are mine" said Laura, as she put a faux-diamond choker around his neck. "You will not take it off, ever, unless I say you can. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes, Laura" said Steve.

"You will be my pussy slave" said Laura, "Until the day comes when you truly are a woman. That is your one and only way out of your situation. Until then, you don't have the privilege of calling me by my name. You are not a girlfriend, yet. You are only a slave, a servant, someone completely below me. I can't have you using my name! No, I think from now on, you will address me as 'Master', or 'my Master'. Do you understand me?"

"Shouldn't it be 'Mistress'?" said Steve.

Laura's face suddenly lit up with anger.

"On your knees, slave!" she said.

It was so harsh, so stern that Steve immediately dropped down to his knees. He had really upset her!

"First of all, you are a slave. You will never question my orders to you! You will never question my judgment, and you will *never* correct me! Men do that to their women all the time. If you *ever* correct me again, you will suffer such a harsh punishment, that you will wish you were never born. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes my Master" said Steve, totally shaken. What would she do to him? He didn't want to find out!

"And anyway, 'mistress' makes it sound like you're having an affair with me, and that I'm some sort of floozy. As you know, that is *not* the case. This isn't an affair. This is *you*, becoming my slave, and then being slowly turned into a woman. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my master."

"Very good" said Laura. "You will learn your place with me. Now stand up. Move by that wall. Use the posture I taught you. Put your knees together. Cup your hands on your boobs."

Steve did as she requested.

"Smile" said Laura, as she pulled out a camera. Steve held his breath as she snapped the picture. She moved him into one feminine posture after the next, as she took more and more shots. She posed him on the bed as well, and took pictures where you could see up his oh-so short skirt.

"You are my maid today" said Laura. "You will clean my house for me. But first, I am hungry. Go to the kitchen, and prepare a salad for me. Then heat up some soup. Now go!"

Steve scurried off to prepare dinner for her. He didn't see Laura at all as he chopped the celery and green peppers. He found the can opener, and got out a pan to heat the soup in.

"Set the table for me" ordered Laura.

Steve got out a plate and silverware, and started to set her place.

"Get me a glass of wine" she ordered. "There is Riesling in the refrigerator."

Now Steve scurried off to do that. He wanted to be very good, and please her. He had put her into a foul mood with his insolence. He liked her a lot better when she was kind to him.

"While you were cooking for me" said Laura, as she took a bite of her salad, "I was busy on the computer. I uploaded your pretty pictures from my digital camera, to several servers. No matter what you do, you cannot ever find all the copies, or destroy them. And just in case you think of doing anything funny, I have set up an automatic program. If I don't go online, at a certain time of the day, and enter a certain password, your photographs will automatically get sent out to your boss, your parents, the local newspapers, and worse."

"Worse?"

"Much worse. So don't even think of crossing me. If you try anything to get out of your situation, you'll find that things will go badly for you. Very badly. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, my master."

"Good. Now go get me a glass of ice water. Stand here, by the table, at attention. If I take a sip of wine, you are to refill my glass. If I take a sip of water, you are to pour more for me. If I drop my napkin, you will pick it up, refold it, and put it back by my plate. You will serve me, giving me your full and undivided attention. If I think that your mind is on anything but *me*, I will give you a task to do, and you will not like it. Now stand over there at attention, like a good girl, and watch me eat."

Steve did just what she said. He kept his full attention on her. If she took a sip of water, he poured more out from the pitcher. If she took a sip of wine, he refilled the glass. He did everything she asked. From time to time, she would throw in a task like turning on the radio, to nice soft music. Or lighting all of the candles in the house.

When dinner was done, Laura had her next set of orders.

"I left a few bites on my plate" she said. "You can eat my leftovers, as your dinner. You will use my silverware to eat with. And you will eat, while kneeling on the floor, right next to me."

It was sort of like how a dog was given table scraps after the meal. Steve was very hungry by now, so he dug in, even though this was just one more total humiliation for him.

 

After dinner, Laura made Steve clean the kitchen, vacuum the whole apartment, as she went around photographing him 'in action'. The he had to dust the shelves in the livingroom. As he reached up to use the pink feather duster on the highest shelves, she was down below, snapping more photos looking up his skirt.

"You will spend a lot of time cleaning for me" said Laura. "As you can see, I like to keep a clean apartment. If you behave badly, I might hire you out to some of the neighbors, so I can make some extra money."

Now *that* was something he would do anything to avoid! He couldn't go to the guy next door, dressed as he was, and do cleaning chores there!

 

At last, Laura was satisfied that Steve had done a good job. Her whole demeanor changed, and she became softer. She told him to sit down on the couch.

"Have a seat Amanda" she said. "Now we will begin your therapy."

Steve was scared now. What kind of therapy was Laura going to perform on him?

"Therapy?" he said.

"Yes. You have a delusion that you are male, and we need to fix that. I will relax your mind, so that I can begin to reprogram you. It will take many session over time, and it will be very gradual. You won't notice a thing at all when we start. But then one day, you might find yourself out shopping for panties, and you'll suddenly realize that you're in public, dressed as a woman, and it feels *normal* to you."

That sent a shudder through Steve.

"Or one day, you might show up to work, dressed as a man, but wearing your bra with your largest fake boobs. You'll come to feel naked without boobs, and wearing a bra will become a thing that you've always done, since you were a little girl. So going *without* a bra would feel wrong to you. And not having your boobs in place would feel wrong too. So you'll start to wear them all the time. And you won't even *notice*."

Now Steve was truly scared. Could she really do that to him? How awful it would be to show up at work with his bra and breast forms, and not even notice! True fear grabbed ahold of his heart. Laura was so powerful, and he felt even weaker, if that was possible.

 

"Now have a seat, Amanda" said Laura, as she handed him a huge purple dildo. Hold this in your left hand, and stroke it gently with your right hand, as if you were jerking off your boyfriend."

With a shaking hand, he took it from her.

"You will learn to feel comfortable with your female sexual identity in time. That is why you will be spending a lot of time with dildos until you learn to like them."

Steve didn't want a woman's sexual orientation! If he thought he was in fear before, now it was taken to a whole new level.

 

Laura started to relax him now, using special techniques to put him at ease. She started by just talking with him, like he was a girlfriend. Then she started to put him into a gentle trance. Gradually, she moved him in deeper and deeper, going through many levels of his consciousness, until he was in a state where he was very vulnerable, and open to suggestion. He wouldn't directly remember what was going on now, but it would become part of his very thoughts.

"You know that you are my slave now" she said, "and you know that you must do what I tell you at all times. Slaves do not think, they just do. When you hear an order for me, you will not think. You will *do* it. You will blindly obey me at all times, no matter what it is I tell you to do."

Steve mumbled his response that he understood.

"When I give the word to you, you will switch off the part of your mind that thinks when I give an instruction. Instead, you will automatically do it, as if it were your own idea. There is no more you; you are just an extension of me. You *know* in your heart that with just a word, I can make you feel deep, intolerable pain. Or with a word, I can make you feel the greatest deepest pleasures. You know and understand now that you are in my full control. You are no longer. You are a part of me now. A slave to my whims, to my desires. Tell me you understand."

"Yes master" mumbled Steve.

"Over time, as you become more and more *me*, there will be less and less of *you*. The old you will cease to exist, as I fill up your mind and should with *me*. And as you become me, you will become a woman, for that is what I am. Today, you have made great progress. Each day, I will move you forward just a bit more, until the day comes when there is nothing left inside you, except for a fully female personality. You are well on your way to becoming *me*, and you cannot stop it. You do not want to stop it. This is your greatest fantasy, and it is coming true. All you have to do is to give yourself completely over to me."

 

Over the next hour, Laura worked on Steve's mind. She implanted a key word, at the sound of which, he was change modes, and switch over to 'slave mode'. And when she was done, she brought him gradually out of his trance.

"Okay Amanda, we're done with your therapy for today" said Laura.

"But we just sat down" said Steve.

"Look at your watch, honey" she said.

Steve was stunned to find out that a full hour had passed! But he had no memory of the time at all. Again, he felt a chill of fright run through him. What had she done to him? He couldn't tell at all. Most of all, he didn't realize that he had a special word now. Whenever Laura said the word 'dildo', his mind would go into a new state. One of total submission to her. And now, she was ready to put him there for the first time.

"You can stop stroking your dild now" she said.

Steve stopped. Without thinking.

"Strip naked" she said.

Steve started to take his clothes off. Yes, it was a fun game to obey, her, but he *really* wanted to get out of his clothes. How fortunate that she was asking him to do the very thing he craved doing. And as he stripped, he realized how enjoyable it was to give up control to her. He didn't have to think anymore. She could do all that. It was so much easier, now that he belonged to her. He smiled. It felt wonderful to be under her power.

Steve was completely naked now, having taken off even his panties, and his bra, which meant that his large breast forms came off too, with nothing left to hold them up.

 

Laura handed a pair of small A-cup breast forms, with prominent nipples.

"Take these" she said. "This glue will hold them in place for about a week. You can shower with them on, go shirtless, or whatever. They are a part of you now. When they start to loosen up, we will replace them with new ones that are a size bigger. In this way, we will gradually build you up until you become very busty. As they get bigger, everyone will start to notice that you have boobs. They are small enough that most people won't notice them yet, but of course, with nipples like that, you need to wear a bra, or they will show right through your shirt."

Steve simply nodded his head. His mistress was talking, and it was his place just to listen. He was putting the glue onto the breast forms, and holding them firmly in place as he listened to Laura.

"You will always have breasts from now on" said Laura. "Now that you are on your way towards becoming a woman, you will find that you really *want* them. One day in the near future, you will be begging me to allow you to get implants, so that they will look and feel real."

 

Next, Laura handed him a 'gaff''. It was a fake pussy, to hide his manhood. His penis slid inside a tube, which kept it not only tucked away, but also let him go pee through it.

"The tube is very rigid" she said, "so that if you try to get hard, it will not allow you to. It will make you stay nice and soft. Since you're not a man, how could you ever get hard again? Until you are a woman, you'll never come again. But don't worry my slave, with just a word I can fill you with the greatest pleasure imaginable."

Steve finished tucking himself away, as Laura pulled the straps tight, to keep it firmly in place.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Amanda. Look at yourself as a woman."

The last phrase was one that Laura had used as a pleasure trigger. So as Steve looked at himself in the mirror, with is glued on breast forms and his fake pussy, he was suddenly filled with a warm glow inside, *better* than the feeling he got from an orgasm. Just with a word, she had made him dizzy with pleasure.

"Your new puss will always be there to remind you that you are a girl now. You will need to sit down to pee. Make sure you wipe it out carefully when you're done, so that it doesn't start to smell bad. I will change it for you in a few days. But until then, it is firmly locked in place. You can't even access that *thing* between your legs, and it can't get hard anymore, so there is no chance that you'll have an orgasm. *I* am the only source of pleasure for you now."

Steve just stared at her, listening intently. He could do nothing else.

"Today, you are wearing a fake pussy. One day soon, you will *beg* me to allow you to have the operation, so that they can cut your useless manhood off, and build a real pussy for you. Now lets get you dressed."

 

Laura led Steve over to the closet, where she had several outfits ready for him. She had selected women's clothes, but ones that were gender neutral enough that he could wear them as a man, and not get too much undue attention. Of course, men's pants didn't zip up in back. And they had a lot more room in the crotch. But he wouldn't be needing that anymore, with his manhood tucked safely way inside his new fake pussy.

 

"You will wear these outfits to work only" said Laura, "or ones that I approve. They are women's clothes as you can see. You will never wear men's clothes again. Ever. Of course, as we discussed, you might want to wear a bra under your shirt, so your nipples don't give away that fact that you've got boobs now. And don't forget your panties. You are female now, so why would you wear men's clothes? That would be cross-dressing for you."

Wearing men's clothes was cross dressing? That gave Steve an involuntary shiver down the spine.

"When I snap my fingers, you will go back to normal. You will remember us having fun together, eating dinner, as girlfriends. You will feel tired, and tell me that you want to go home."

Laura snapped her fingers.

"I had a lovely evening with you" said Steve. "That was a lot of fun. We should definitely do this again some time."

"I agree. It *was* fun" said Laura.

"I'm sorry, but I'm feeling really tired. I think I'm going to call it a night" said Steve.

"Bye bye" said Laura. "I'll see you soon."

"Good night" said Steve, smiling as he left to go back to his apartment. He hung up the outfits that Laura had given him, then took out his nightie. He took off his makeup, humming as he did it. Then he went to bed, ready for a good night's sleep.

 

* * *

 

Steve woke up Sunday morning, feeling more feminine than he ever had before. He was really sore between his legs though. An hour later when Laura came over for breakfast, he complained to her.

"I kept waking up last night" he said. "I kept getting this *pain* inside me, which was really uncomfortable."

"I have some pills that can help with your cramps" she said. "Here. I picked up a bottle of them for you. Take four of them now, and then two a day until they're all gone."

"Sure" said Steve.

Laura smiled. He didn't realize what he was taking.

"What is your favorite color for a dild?" she said, using the key word to put him back into slave mode.

"Flesh colored" he replied.

"Amanda, the pills that you just took were powerful female hormones" she said. "After you've been on them long enough, your physiology will change. That ugly growth between your legs will lose all ability to get hard. You're having the typical male problem of getting hard at night. These pills will help cure that, even as they make your skin softer, and make you start to think like a woman. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Yes" said Steve.

"Your growth will stop getting inflamed and sore. It will just hang there, limp, small and useless. It won't cause you any more suffering. You will take your pills every day, without fail. This bottle has pills that contain a testosterone neutralizer. As your body tries to make most testosterone, it will be neutralized, and converted to estrogen. In effect, your own body will be supplying you with even more of the female hormones you need. You will take one of these pills every day, without fail."

Steve popped one of the new pills into his mouth, and swallowed it down with water from his glass.

"These are birth control pills" said Laura, handing him a disk. "You spin the dial like this, dispensing a pill every day. You will take these without fail. They will do things to you, like make your boobs grow quicker, as your body thinks it is pregnant, and starts to get you ready for having a baby."

Steve spun the disk to position 1, and took the tiny little pill that came out.

"Lastly, this disk contains more female hormones, which mimic your monthly cycle. Just like me, you'll start to have a time of the month when you feel bloated and cranky. You might get cramps. You might get headaches. But then after your 'special' time of the month passes, your PMS will ease, and you'll go back to normal. You will have a monthly cycle, just as every woman does."

Steve took the disk, and swallowed down the first pill.

"And lastly, today, after I leave, you will go to the mall. You will go to the lingerie section of a department store, and you will buy yourself six new pairs of panties. Make sure to ask the salesgirl for advice. You will tell her that they are for you, and you want something that is comfortable, but doesn't wear out too quickly. Ask her for advice on how to wash them too. Do you understand?"

"Yes master" said Steve.

"Very good" replied Laura. She snapped her fingers.

"Oh, you know" said Steve, "I need to go to the mall today. Would you like to come with me?"

"Sorry" said Laura, "but I'm working on a big research project, and I have a lot of work to do."

"Okay, maybe next time" said Steve, who was impatient to get out and shop.

 

After Laura left, he took his car keys, and drove off to the mall. In the big department store at the south end of the mall, he found his way to the lingerie department, and tracked down a salesgirl to help him pick out half a dozen pairs of panties for himself. He only had a few pairs at home, and he really wanted more.

 

* * *

 

Over the course of the week, Laura made regular visits to Steve. And every day, she put him into his slave mode, and gave him an assignment. On Monday, she made him go out to a different department store, and buy himself a pretty nightie, with help from the saleswoman. On Tuesday, he went to a nail salon to get a manicure, a pedicure, and very light pink nailpolish to wear from then on. Each day it was another task. By the end of the week, everyone in the office was whispering about Steve, but nobody had the courage to face him about it yet.

On Friday night, Steve had been instructed to visit Laura, dressed up in something pretty for an informal dinner together. He wore his nicest black skirt, and a pretty white blouse. He put on makeup, perfume, and the wig he had gone out to buy. With the dozen red roses he bought that day in hand, he knocked on Laura's door.

"Hello Amanda. You look very pretty today" she said.

"Thanks! You too! I love your skirt" said Steve, as he handed her the flowers.

Before he knew what was happening, Laura put Steve into slave mode, and led him to the bedroom. There, she upgraded him from his a-cup breast forms, to b-cup sized. They too had very large prominent nipples on them. In addition, she changed out his gaff to a fresh one. Then she made him kneel, to work on his mind some more.

First she made sure to reinforce all of his earlier conditioning. Then she worked on adding some new things.

"You are a woman now" she reminded him. "And as such, your sexual desires are the same as any woman's. You have that place inside you, where you long to be penetrated. The very thought of it makes your mouth water. You are a woman now, and your female sexual desires are a part of your very being. You cannot deny them. It is what you want."

She continued to condition him, to make him feel like a woman on the inside. To make him want what a woman wants. To make him feel like a woman feels. After an hour, she finally led him back to the dining room table, and brought him out of his trance.

They ate dinner together, and Steve acted as if he really was just a girlfriend there to visit.

"Amanda, I have a personal question to ask you" said Laura.

"Sure honey. We're friends. We can talk about anything" replied Steve.

"I wanted to know how you felt about me. I mean, in terms of attraction."

"Well" said Steve, "You're a very attractive woman."

"I mean, how do *you* feel about me? Would you, consider, you know, kissing me?"

"Laura, I'm not that kind of girl!" said Steve. "I'm sorry, but that just isn't what I go for. I mean, you're a woman for crying out loud."

Laura pretended to pout.

"But what about if I used this?" she said.

From under the table, Laura pulled out a strap-on.

"I could use this on you" she said.

"I don't know...." said Steve.

Something about it didn't feel quite right to him.

"Come on Amanda. You would love for me to do it to you, with a dildo."

It was *the* word. Immediately, Steve was back in slave mode.

"Go to the bedroom, pull down your panties, and pull up your skirt" said Laura.

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Steve was doing it. And now he was more than willing to allowed her to do him. At her command, he knelt and sucked on her, after she had attached it. Then, following her orders, he bent over the bed, and spread his legs wide apart. He even moaned in pleasure as she penetrated him from behind, thrusting it in and out.

"Beg me to keep going!" said Laura.

"Please my master, keep doing me!"

"Tell me you want me to put it too you, and that you like having it up inside you!"

"Please master, please put it to me! I like having you up inside me like that!"

 

It was a start to a whole weekend where Steve's world would be rocked.

 

* * *

 

As Steve sat on the couch, with his legs crossed, he looked even more like a woman than any time before. With his larger b-cup breast forms, there would be no way that a person could see his chest, and not notice them. At work on Monday, everyone would know. But this totally escaped his notice. To him, it was as if they had always been there.

All Friday night, all day Saturday, and most of Sunday, he had been Laura's slave. He had cleaned her apartment top to bottom, ironed her clothes, washed her windows, waxed her floor. He had rearranged her cupboards, painted her toenails, and licked her pussy.

He had done everything she had ordered him to. He had served her, waiting on her hand and foot. And three times during the weekend, she made him beg her to use the strap-on, and to make love to him. The purpose of all this was to get him so *used* to waiting on her, that it would feel normal for him. And to make being a woman seem the normal routine as well. The more time he spent as Amanda, the more time he spent as her slave, the easier the next steps would be for him.

Of course, by now he had been on female hormones and birth control pills for an entire week. This mean that his bloodstream was now fully loaded with estrogen, and all of the wonderful hormonal triggers that the female body naturally produces. In response, his brain was chaining. His breasts would start to grow, his skin would get softer, and a myriad of other small physiological responses. But it was too soon to see any results. Yet.

 

* * *

 

It was Sunday night now, and the weekend was coming towards an end. Laura was giving Steve some last minute instructions for the following week.

"You feel naked without at least mascara, foundation, and a little lipstick. How could you *not* at least wear some? You *have* to put on makeup before you'd go out of the house."

She had been adding small things all weekend, making him not feel comfortable without his purse for example. And what if he was out of pads and tampons? He had better be sure to put some in his purse. In fact, she was making him put a tampon up his fake pussy right now, to get used to what he'd have to do when he was 'on his period'.

Each day during the week, she planned on adding one more feminization, until on Friday, he'd go into the office with d-cup boobs, wearing a skirt and heels. Monday, he'd have his regular hair. By Friday, he'd have his full wig on.

At her college, they had frowned on her ideas for experimenting with a man. She insisted that she could take a man, and make him *want* to become a woman in the physical sense, when she worked on his mind. But they had told her it was impossible, and unethical. Well, she would show them. Steve was well on his way to becoming Amanda full time. By the end of the week, she'd have him believing that he had been born a girl.

He was so happy now, strutting around in his high heels and his leather miniskirt. Just a few weeks ago, he had been so frustrated, so unhappy with the conflict within himself about wanting to be a man, but wanting to dress as a woman. Now she had helped him, and he was all but a woman inside. Soon, it would be time for the physical changes to start. And with a few surgeries, he'd even have a real pussy.

It was a wonderful breakthrough. She would write up a paper, and post it on the internet. Then all around the world, other women could use her techniques to rescue men, and turn them into women. Steve would no longer just dress up as a woman for the weekend. No, instead, he was well on his way to becoming Amanda, permanently.

  

  

  

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