Hot Number

by Jennifer White

  

In retrospect, it all would never have happened if Theodore would have just been faithful to me. You see, even though I was the kind of woman that all the guys called "hot", I wasn't enough for him. At first, he treated me good, and I thought we would have an honest, close, intimate relationship forever.

But I was just a foolish young girl back then, when I married him at the age of 22. I thought that I could change his less than desirable traits and everything would be fine. I thought that because we had great sex, it meant that he really loved me. I pictured us in a nice home in the suburbs, with three children running in the yard, me the proud mother, and him the hard working breadwinner. Green lawn, big tree in the back, two cars in the garage.

So imagine how I felt when I got to be 30, and there we were with no kids, a "manufactured home", which wasn't much better than a trailer, me working too, in order to support us, and Theodore off chasing every skirt in sight.

I had suspected him of cheating early on, but I never was certain. Over time though, evidence accumulated. When my friend Jan saw him with his hands in the pockets of this young chick at the pool hall a few weeks ago, I didn't even really care anymore.

Our relationship had cooled so much that I was lucky if he was in the mood for lovemaking once a week! I had to get a vibrator, and do myself if I wanted an orgasm. He looked at sex now as "go quick, get in, get out, then have a smoke and drink a beer". I wasn't even warmed up, and he'd be done. I might as well just have splashed myself with a squirt of warm cream, for all the pleasure I got out of it anymore. What happened to all the passion and romance we had early on? But he didn't care. He was getting plenty "on the side".

So I figured, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. I was going to find a boy toy of my own, so I could have some satisfaction. Cold vibrating plastic only does so much for a girl. I needed more.

 

But of course, there was a problem. Several of them, actually. Theodore was the jealous type. Not that he wanted me anymore. But if I so much as flirted with the waiter, he would get enraged. It was hardly fair. I guess back then I didn't have the guts to just go and get a divorce. I felt trapped in a bad marriage, but I was too afraid of going out on my own.

I had lived with my parents until I married Theodore. So I never had a place of my own. Now it seems silly, but it was a scary prospect for me back then. So I just kept going on with my life. But I was getting older, and starting to get frustrated.

Then things really got worse: I lost my job. They closed down the plant, and we were all laid off. In a smaller town like ours, when there are suddenly 79 people out of work, what few menial jobs are left get taken right away. So suddenly, I went from career woman to housewife.

But fate has a strange way of turning setbacks into victories. As it turns out, this little setback in my career ended up being the thing that started the ball rolling, and got me to where I am today, as a successful, independent, single woman, living on my own, running my own business, and free of Theodore.

* * *

 

It was a typical day. I had gone grocery shopping in the morning, then after putting everything away, I mowed the lawn, weeded around the plant beds, and swept off the driveway. Of course doing this I chipped my nails, so I had to redo them. And that's when Theodore came home.

"I swear Carol, all you ever do around here is sit and play with your nails! I'm working all day, and you're more concerned about cosmetics. You need go out and get a job. I'm sick of doing everything around here!"

I could tell from his breath that he had been drinking again. He got upset when he drank. He even hit me sometimes. So it wasn't very smart of me to yell back.

"I've been working all day on this house, if you can call it a 'house'! I did the yard work that *you* should be doing. *I'm* doing all of *your* work! All you do is come home, drink beer, lie around, and watch TV!"

My tirade earned me a slap in the face. I felt so ashamed. I was so stupid to have taunted him like that. I knew what it would lead to, and I had done it anyway.

 

But then a thought crossed me mind: "Are you crazy, girl?" Why in the hell was I thinking that way? What was wrong with me? I had just got slapped by a drunk good-for-nothing man, and I was blaming myself for it! I didn't have to put up with this. Just because I was a woman didn't mean that I had to stand there and take this from him!

"Where are you going?" he demanded as I grabbed my purse and keys, and stormed out the door. He pounded his fists on the window of my car, and tried to pull the door open. But He couldn't hang on as I sped away. I had no idea where I was going, and I had to pull over after I was a few miles down the road, so I could cry.

* * *

 

That night, I ended up at my friend Jackie's place. We talked for hours and hours, then decided to go out for a few drinks ourselves, and maybe some dancing. She was divorced, and it sure seemed like I might be heading in that direction, although it wasn't like I had any money, or Theodore either.

We met a couple of cute guys at the bar. I knew Ben from work, so we were laughing and drinking and dancing, and having a good old time. We all ended up back at Jackie's, and I 'bedded' him. The first passionate love I had in ages. Yes! Yes! Yes!!!!

 

In the cold light of morning, I looked at the man lying next to me, and a plan formed in my head. I have no idea how in the world I came up with this insane idea, but somehow I thought of it.

I got up, made some coffee, and told Jackie what I had devised.

"You are crazy!" she said. "That is insane. It will never work."

"No, really. Give it a chance. I think I can pull it off."

"No way. First of all, Theodore would notice. You couldn't fool him."

"I bet I could. But think of it Jackie, with someone else living with us, he would have to behave better. He wouldn't hit me if there was someone else around."

"True..." she said.

"And Ben needs a place to live, since he lost his job too."

"Yes..."

"And I need a *man* who can make love to me."

"But Carol, I don't get it. Why do you want to disguise Ben as a woman?"

"Because, Theodore would never allow me to bring a man into the house to live with us. But he'd let my *female* cousin stay. We can have an affair right under his nose, and he'd never suspect."

"I don't know."

Her voice was still full of doubt.

"I do" I said.

"Is it ethical? I mean, you're going to turn a man all around, and try to make him into a woman."

"Jackie, we're talking about a guy who is willing to go to bed with a woman he knows is married. He's no 'babe in the woods'."

"When you put it that way..."

"Well, lets give it a try. Let me talk Ben into it, then we can try to dress him up as a woman. We'll take a drive by my place, and see if we fool Theodore or not."

"No harm in that I guess" she said.

"Good. Now I'm going to need some supplies. Here's a list. Go get these before he wakes up. I'll have to work at it to convince him, but he'll come around.

"I hope you know what you're doing" she said, sipping her coffee.

* * *

 

"No!!!!!!!!!" he said.

"Aw, come on sweetie" I replied. "Let me explain. It's not that bad."

"I am *not* going to go around dressed up like a woman!"

"Look dear, think practically. You need a place to stay, because you're broke, right?"

"I guess."

I went to my best sexy voice next.

"We have a spared bedroom, so you'd live rent-free. And last night, didn't you tell me that it was the best sex you've ever had, and that I was so hot?"

"Yeah, you're one hot babe. I could make love to you all day."

"Well, we can. When he's at work, we'll make love over and over and over. Right under his nose! He'd never suspect anything from a woman. But he'd never let a man into the house."

"So I'm supposed to dress up like a girl, and live with you?"

"Yes. Then we can make love every day."

"But I can't dress up like a girl!"

"Yes you can dear. It's just clothes. They won't bite."

"Look, you don't understand. You can't ask a man to wear a skirt. That is just about the worst thing you could ever do to a man."

 

I hadn't realized that. I didn't know it, but Ben had just planted a seed in my mind, which would later bloom and flower. I realized that I wasn't making much progress. So I changed gears a little. Well, a lot actually.

"Do you like these?" I said, undoing my robe so that he could see my bare breasts. I had C cups, but on my little body, they look huge. They were still firm, and had just a slight upturn, which seemed to drive men wild.

"Oh yes!" he said, staring at my chest (something I was used to men doing!).

"You could have these, every day if you lived with me. You could touch them, feel them, see them, suck on them, anything you want."

He didn't know what to say. I opened my robe down below, so that he could see all of me. I slowly uncrossed me legs.

"What do you think of this?" I said.

"It is so wonderful" he said.

I spread my legs wider and wider open.

"You could be in here every day, all you want. Do anything you want. All this could be yours."

He kept staring at me. I stood up, and walked over to him, my robe still open. I sat on his lap, my legs straddling him.

"What do you think?" I said, brushing my long hair from my face, and smiling shyly at him.

He still didn't say anything. I could tell he was conflicted inside. In my experience, when men weren't sure what to say, they just shut up. So I was making progress.

"Don't you want me?" I said, really laying on the pressure. "Don't you want to be with me?"

I put my hand on his face, and kissed him on the mouth.

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes. I can feel how hard you are."

I moved my hand down his chest, and ran it over his boxers. I think he almost came, based on the way a shiver went up and down his spine.

"Will you try it for just one day?" I said. "If you don't like it, you can move out. Just one day?"

"Okay" he whispered.

I had him!

* * *

 

When Jackie returned, she and I had a lot of fun dressing up Ben. We made him shave his chest and legs, then started dressing him up. I had her buy fake boobs to put in his bra, and the padded panties to shape his butt. In a skirt and cami top, along with boots that had thin little heels, he didn't look too bad.

We went to work on the makeup, added clip-on earrings, then attached the wig. I did his nails while Jackie did some touchup work. When we were done, we led him over to the mirror (he walked a little wobbly, not used to the heels yet).

"Say hello to Julie" I said.

He stared into the mirror, not believing what he saw.

"Hi Julie" said Jackie.

"Wow. I can't believe it" he said.

"See? You *can* do it."

"I don't know if I want to go out in public like this. What if someone I know sees me?"

"They'll won't recognize you."

"They'll think I'm a girl" he protested.

"Exactly!" said Jackie.

 

I walked over to him, and rubbed up against him. I gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, and whispered into his ear.

"Thank you for doing this for me" I said. "We will be so good together."

I could tell he wanted me. This was going to be so fun! But now was the hard part: getting Theodore onboard with my plan.

* * *

 

"Theodore, this is my cousin Julie" I said. "You remember my Aunt Edna? Her mother's sister's daughter..."

I could tell he was lost. He didn't know my family tree anyway, so I could have said it was my sister, and he probably wouldn't have known the difference.

"Hello Julie" he said.

"Hi" said Ben shyly, in a voice higher pitched than normal for him.

I saw Theodore look him up and down. Right in front of me, he's ogling a woman. Typical man.

"Julie needs a place to stay for a while, so I told her she could stay in our guest room. Is that okay honey?"

Our 'guest room' was going to be the nursery, but since we never had children, and it didn't look like we ever would now, it sat vacant until I got a small bed and dresser, in case we ever had guests.

"For a few days, but she'll can't just stay here forever."

"Oh thank you honey, you're so nice!" I said, smiling and acting the suck-up. That was a lot easier than I thought. I didn't realize it yet, but the way he was looking at 'her' should have given me a clue.

* * *

 

Monday morning, I got up early, and made breakfast for Theodore. He ate, then left for work. When he was gone, Ben came out, wearing just his boxers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Getting breakfast" he said.

"Not like that you aren't. As long as you're here, you need to be Julie, 100% of the time."

"But he's off at work. I'm safe."

"What if someone sees that I've got a man in the house? What if they tell Theodore. Do you want to get us caught?"

"No..." he said.

"And what if he came home for lunch as a surprise? You'd be toast. No, you need to stay as Julie 100% of the time. Now go change, then come back out here."

He put his head down, defeated, and went to change back into his female persona. He emerged wearing a pink bathrobe, but with his bra and panties (including his fake boobs), and his wig. At least he was passable this way.

"Much better Julie. Coffee?"

"Sure" she said.

After we ate, I had 'her' help me out with the chores.

"If we do it together, we can get the work done quickly. Then we'll have the rest of the day to be intimate."

So it was with enthusiasm that he helped me vacuum, rake the back, do the wash, and run some errands. Then we went to the guest room, and made passionate love for an hour.

"I need to get dinner started" I said.

"I need to wash up" he replied.

"Good. Shower, make sure you shave, and get dressed up. Tomorrow, we'll go shopping and get you some more outfits. In the mean time, here's an old skirt I don't wear anymore, and a couple of blouses. They were gifts, and are too big for me, so they should fit you."

 

With that, our first day together went perfectly. I had help around the house, and I had an orgasm. I could barely keep from smiling. This was going to be so perfect!

At dinner, I caught Theodore looking at Julie's legs. I almost felt like telling him that he was really checking out a guy. But the idea was growing in my head: if I could get Ben to become a woman, could I do it to Theodore as well?

* * *

 

"He made a pass at me" said Ben.

"What?" I replied.

It had been a couple of weeks of Ben living with us, posing as Julie. Rather than catching on, Theodore was having the opposite reaction: he was attracted to 'her'.

"Yes. He flirted with me, and made a strong hint that I should consider going out with him alone one night. He all but said he wants to 'do me'! This is terrible!"

"No my love, this is wonderful."

"How can it be wonderful that your husband wants me?"

"It means that he has accepted you as a woman. It means that he isn't suspicious."

"So what do I do?"

"Play along" I said.

"What? You want me to flirt back? Are you nuts?"

I hoped I wasn't nuts. But my plan had changed a bit. At first, I just wanted to have 'Julie' live with us, so I could have an affair right under Theodore's nose, and get back at him for what he did to me.

But now that I saw how good of a woman we were able to make out of Ben, I wanted to go further. Much further. I had a vision in my mind, and I decided that I would work to achieve it.

"No" I said to Ben. "I know just what I'm doing. When he flirts with you, I want you to flirt back. Show him some leg, or bat your eyelashes, or something. Just don't let him get physical. Make yourself desirable, but unobtainable. We want to drive him crazy. We want him to think that he just *has* to have you."

"I don't know if I can handle that, getting hit on by a man."

"Yes you can. Just pretend that you're a woman, and you'll be fine. Remember that you're doing this for *me*."

 

And so Theodore thought he was really something now. He was flirting with my 'cousin', but he thought I didn't know about it. And now 'she' was flirting back, so his ego got all pumped up. But 'she' resisted all his physical advances, keeping herself the object of his desire, but still unobtainable. Bit by bit, he was starting to fall for 'her'.

"He bought me ear rings!" said Ben one day after Theodore had left for work. "What should I do?"

"Wear them" I said.

"But I only use clip-ons. These are real."

"Then we'll go get your ears pierced."

"No! Then I'll look weird when I go back to being a man full time."

"Lots of men have pierced ears. Look on TV at all the ball players. And anyway, if you stop wearing them, the holes will heal themselves."

It took a little convincing, but that morning, we went to the mall and got 'her' ears pierced. Now 'she' could wear Theodore's gift. And that made him in turn feel very proud: Julie was wearing the gift he had given 'her'. He thought that 'she' wanted him. I could see the look in his face, and he thought he was hiding it from me!

* * *

 

After six weeks, a couple of things were happening. I could tell that Ben was really starting to get restless. Making him be a woman full time was wearing on him, and he was starting to have an inner anger seething. He wouldn't last much longer before he rebelled.

Secondly, he had cooled in bed. I don't know if he was tired of me, or if the danger of our affair had passed, or even if living as a woman had beaten down the man inside him enough that he was loosing steam in bed. But either way, there were two nights in a row that he couldn't get hard in bed, and we both felt the tension growing.

"I can't take much more of this" he confessed to me one day.

"I understand. I can see that you've grown tired of your role. Listen, we can stop this very soon, and let you go back to being your old self. But there is just one more thing we need to do."

"What's that?"

"I'll tell you in a moment. But first, what do you really think of Theodore?"

"I don't know why you married him. He's a sleaze. He tries to hit on me, whenever you're not around. He treats you terribly! What kind of man goes around trying to make his wife feel bad about herself and her life? I would have to say that I pretty much hate him."

"Good. And tell me, how does it *feel* for you to be a woman?"

"Well, at first it was a little exciting and kinky. But that wore off quickly. Now I feel like I'm all bottled up inside. I can't do this much longer. I feel so powerless, like something of me has been taken away."

"You told me once that the worst thing you could do to a man was to put him in a skirt."

"Yes! You can't imagine how that strips something away. You say its just a piece of clothes, and it doesn't bite. But in reality, it cuts you down inside. It makes you feel vulnerable. It really does something to you. That's why I have to stop this, before I get so used to it that I become completely passive. I could end up not wanting to go back, if I keep this up much longer. I'm losing *me*."

I came over, and hugged him.

"Thank you so much for everything you've done. For me, for us. Hang in there until tomorrow, and then you can go back to your old self. Forever if you want to. All you need to do is to help me with my plan to turn the tables on Theodore."

"I'm game. Tell me" he said.

I started to explain my plan. At first, he looked confused. But as I went on, you could see the light bulb go off in his head. He understood right away.

When I was done, he had a smile on his face. This would be great. It was time to gain revenge on Theodore.

* * *

 

We had everything set up. I was off 'shopping' (as Julie would tell Theodore), and not set to return for hours. A perfect setup for Theodore to make his big move.

And this time, Julie was going to be receptive to him. We had everything set up in the guest room, with the equipment I had borrowed from a woman I used to work with. I was actually out in the shed, watching the monitor, waiting for my cue to come in.

I printed a couple of still pictures of Theodore when he came into 'her' room, including the one of him taking off his shirt and his belt. 'Julie' had worked everything out to pose in just the right places, to capture him with the hidden cameras. Everything was recorded. And I now had a couple of images to show him.

When Julie gave me the signal, I rushed in.

"What the hell is going on here?" I said.

"Its not what it looks like" said Theodore.

"It looks like you're about to jump into bed with my cousin!" I said, drumming up the best fake anger I could muster.

Theodore was almost drunk and naked. 'Julie' was down to just a nightie (not a very revealing one though, so you couldn't tell she had fake boobs). She had the sheets over her legs just so, to hide the bulge there too. Just as we had rehearsed.

"So what? I was going to screw your cousin. You know I've had other women since we were together. Why is this any different?"

He was almost laughing, bragging about his infidelity.

"Because, you don't really know my cousin. Julie? Show him."

Julie lifted up the sheet to show Theodore what 'she' had between her legs. He almost had a heart attack as he realized that he had been flirting with a *man* all this time, and had been about to jump in bed. His face turned bright red.

"Go ahead Theodore, he's waiting for you. What's wrong honey? I'm not upset that you like men now."

"No! Stop this!" he said.

"Don't get all upset dear" I said. "Oh, I almost forgot. I have something to show you. Take a look at these."

Theodore took the pictures from me, and his hand was trembling.

The first picture showed 'Julie' getting ready. You could very clearly see that he was a man. Then it showed Theodore in the room, with them kissing. And the one with him starting to strip. Even now we were filming, but I was conveniently out of camera range.

"You see Theodore, with the hidden camera and a few computers, we've captured *everything*. We can release these pictures to anyone we want. Won't it be exciting when you show up to work tomorrow, and all you coworkers see how you go home and take men to bed?"

"No! I didn't do that!"

"The camera doesn't like Theodore. It's all right there, plain as day. How about if I have a full motion video of you kissing a man sent off to your boss?"

"Please! Not that! Nobody can see this!"

"I don't have to send it" I said.

"You won't?"

"No. As long as you behave."

"What do you mean behave?"

"Well, Julie here and I have a few ideas for you. You see, Julie has decided that she wants to be a man again. So we decided that we would make *you* into a woman."

He looked at me, flabbergasted, unable to speak.

"We'll turn *you* into a woman my darling, and you will go along with it and be very obedient. Otherwise, we will release the pictures and the video, and you will be ruined."

"No that!" he said. He was almost breaking down, as if ready to cry. It was marvelous to watch him suffer.

"Julie? Take off you nightie" I said, and she did so. Now you could see that the boobs in her bra were fake.

"Take off your bra, and put it on 'Tammy' here" I said.

"Tammy?"

"You're new *female* name, my love" I said.

Julie took off the bra, and put it onto Theodore's naked chest.

"And put in the fake boobs for him. He can grow real ones later."

Ben took the boobs, and put them into the bra. Now the cups were full, and the bra assumed the proper shape, instead of hanging there sadly limp.

"Panties" I said.

Ben handed 'Tammy' a pair of red thong panties, and had 'her' put them on.

"She should shave her legs" said Ben.

"She can do that later. For now, she wants pantyhose" I said. Ben handed them to 'Tammy', and showed 'her' how to put them on. Meanwhile, he was feeling cold, so he put on the boxers which Theodore had tossed on the floor when he had been stripping. He also put on Theodore's undershirt. It was kind of gross to wear someone else's underwear, but this was a symbolic thing, to help break him down.

"She would look cute with long hair" I said. Ben removed the wig from his head, and carefully attached it to 'Tammy', using Bobbie pins to hold it in place.

Next we make 'Tammy' put on a teddy, a blouse and a skirt. Then shoes, which we had bought in Theodore's foot size, just for this occasion. They had a very pointed toe, and a thin little heel. Very cute.

With some makeup (which by now Ben was expert at applying), nail polish, the old clip-on ear rings, a splash of perfume....Theodore now looked like....like a man in a dress. He was nowhere near as convincing as Ben had been as a woman. But that didn't matter.

Ben put on the rest of Theodore's discarded clothes, then stood up tall.

"I am the man around here now" he boomed, feeling wonderful to be free of all the frilly fancy clothes. "*I* am the man, and *you* are just a woman!"

Theodore actually cowered as Ben yelled this at him. I ran out of the room, and returned with a bottle of Theodore's favorite whisky. I had a glass of it already poured out, with some of my tranquilizers crushed in it. They had completely dissolved now of course, so when he drank it, he would really get knocked for a loop.

"You need a drink sweetheart" I said. "You don't look very good."

He eagerly took the glass from me, and gulped it down. He didn't even seem to notice the tranquilizer in it. I poured him another, which he also gulped down.

Ben and I tortured him for a while, telling him that he was a woman now, and just how pretty he was. But you could see in his eyes: without having eaten since lunch, and with the extra-strong drink he just had, he was getting wobbly.

Ben sat him down on the chair, and tied him up with a rope we had hidden in the dresser. Theodore wasn't able to put up much of a fight now.

"Oh *Ben*" I said, walking up to him, "it is so good to have a *real* man in the house. Not one who has turned into a woman."

I glanced over to 'Tammy' as I said this.

"Yes, I am the man of the house now" he replied.

"Take me darling, I'm yours! I need a man. I need you!"

I pulled the top of my shirt open to expose my breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra for this episode, so they were there, bare, in all their glory. I pulled Ben onto the bed, on top of me. In minutes, we were making love, with Theodore only able to watch in his drunken stupor.

"Yes!" I cried. "Yes!! Oh, you're such a big man!"

I put on quite a show. When we were done, I put on a robe, and turned to Theodore.

"You see dear, now that you're a woman, I've moved on to someone who really is a man. I know that you want him too, but he's all mine. You'll just have to find a man of your own."

He was almost in tears. Ben left the room to go put on his own clothes. He came back, took the ones that Theodore had worn earlier in the day, and threw them into a trash bag.

"These won't be needed anymore" he said.

"That's right dear" I added. "From now on, you'll be in dresses and skirts. You're a girl, and that's how girls dress."

"Tell him about the hormones" said Ben.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I've started you on estrogen, which is the female sex hormone, along with a cocktail of a few other things like testosterone blockers. Soon, your body will show signs of response. Your boobs will grow for *real*, so you won't need those fake ones. Your skin will become soft, just like other women's. You will turn more and more into a natural woman."

"She's going to be very pretty" said Ben, nodding his head.

We could see that Theodore was just about to pass out. So we laid it on thick.

"You're a girl now" I said.

"You are Tammy" said Ben.

"You are *female*" I added.

"I am the only man in this house. You are just a girl" said Ben.

"That's right Tammy. He's my man, now that you've become a girl."

 

We kept it up until we were sure he was out. Then we got to work on him. We moved him to the bed (with some difficulty!), removed his clothes, and got to work with the Nair. After removing all his body hair, I shaved his pubic hairs into the small rectangle like the models did in the girlie magazines he liked.

We applied all sorts of creams to his skin, glued long nails over his real ones, and painted them bright red. I took off his wig, and attached instead a hair extension that looked like a ponytail. While I was doing this, Ben plucked his eyebrows.

Then we added more makeup, dressed him back up in the frilliest outfit we had been able to find (including petticoats!), and moved him to the chair in the living room.

He was snoring, fast asleep. How he would enjoy it when he awoke in the morning! I ran to the shed to print some more pictures, and to transfer some of the video to VCR tape, while Ben kept watch on Theodore.

We took turns sleeping, so that one of us was always watching. When he finally came to, it was around six in the morning.

"Ooooh" he moaned. "What a headache!"

He tried to stir, but you could tell he was in pain from his massive hangover.

"I've gotta go piss" he said, starting to stand up.

That was when he discovered what he was wearing. The frilly trim on his blouse, the skirt with the petticoats swishing underneath, the long fingernails...his eyes filled with panic.

"Don't forget to sit down when you pee" I said. "You're a girl now, and that's how we go."

He stumbled to the bathroom, without talking. I heard him yell "what the &$&$!!!" when he entered and turned on the light. He was seeing himself fully femmed out.

 

After I heard the toilet flush, he returned.

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

"You did it to yourself" I responded. "Since you discovered that you wanted a man, you practically begged us to help you become a woman."

"No I didn't!" he said.

"You don't remember last night, babe?" said Ben, putting his arm around Theodore's waist.

"Don't touch me!"

"Why not? After we made love last night, you said you were mine now."

"I am not yours!" replied Theodore, his voice cracking.

"On your knees!" demanded Ben, in a dominating harsh voice. He raised his hand as if he was going to slap Theodore across the face. Theodore looked around, then did something remarkable: he lowered himself down to his knees.

I was amazed! I didn't think there was any way he would give in like that! I thought that we would have to work on him for a week or something to break him. But here he was, on his knees, looking scared!

 

"I am your man" said Ben. "Tell me that you are my woman."

"I...I am your woman" said Theodore.

"You belong to me now. You are *mine*!" said Ben.

I came over and stood by Ben's side, putting my arm around him.

"My big strong man" I said.

"This weak woman" he said, sneering towards Theodore. "Get her out of my sight!"

"Come with me Tammy" I said, leading 'her' to the guest room. "You will stay here now, while I sleep with the man of the house."

He looked like he was going to cry.

"I know I can trust you Tammy" I said, "because we have all those pictures of you and the video too. You'll stay home from now on, and do all the housework, while Ben takes over your job at work. He's going there this morning to talk with your former boss. You're more of a stay-at-home woman anyway."

He was crying now.

"When I get pregnant, you'll be here to help raise the baby. You'll be her nanny. You'll be our maid."

He looked up helpless.

"Take a nap Tammy. You look tired. When you wake up, you can begin your first full day as a woman.

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So things worked out better than I had hoped. But it didn't end there. Because after living with Ben and 'Tammy' for a few months, I was late. In terms of my period, that is. Tests confirmed it: I was pregnant! Just what I had always wanted.

But I didn't really want to raise my baby in such a crazy home. So I did something I didn't think I had in me: one day, I up and left. I packed some things, got in the car, and drove for hours. Two states later, I found a town that looked nice, and settled down there.

After a few years of working various jobs, I had saved enough money to start my own business. Today, I own three flower shops, and make a very respectable income. And I have lots of time to devote to Rebecca, my daughter. She is going to be four this summer. How fast they grow up!

I did call back to my former home the day I got a legal divorce. I spoke to Ben, who said that Tammy was doing well, and was starting to show signs of breast growth now. He said that she was sticking to the hormones, and had told him that she hoped to be as stacked as I was one day. That made me feel nice; I was a role model for her.

I might marry again one day, but I am happy on my own. Sometimes I feel a little sorry for Tammy, and what her life is now. But at least she has Ben to live for, even if he will never love her back. I don't know exactly what we did to her to send her over the edge like that, but she's never even thought of going back to being Theodore again. Ben is still working at Theodore's old job, and living in our old home. So I guess he took Theodore's manhood away completely. And Ben is happy with the whole arrangement. Why not? He has a live-in maid who waits on him hand and foot: Tammy.

 

The End

  

  

  

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