Involvement

by Jennifer White

 

Larry wished his wife was more flexible. Instead of hiding his fantasies from her, like most men in his position would do, he was open and honest. He came right out and told her, but she refused to participate. She wanted no involvement at all in his fantasy.

"But Wendy, it's not so bad. All I'm asking you to do is to take control in bed, tell me everything to do, and then tell me that you're going to turn me into a woman. Make me wear a bra, or tell me you are going to turn me into a woman, and that I'm going to end up with a pussy, like yours."

"No way!" said Wendy.

She was so uptight! How could she not be willing to do a few little things like that, which he wanted? It would be *so* hot, and he'd be able to live out his lifelong fantasy. What was wrong with a little bit of feminization in the bedroom? But no matter how he tried, Wendy would not budge.

 

At last, one day, Larry found himself with an opportunity he could hardly believe. He met a witch. A real live witch! It was a long story, but basically she was a friend of a friend, and he was at her house to help her, because he was a plumber part-time, and she needed some work done. They chatted as he replaced the washers in her faucets, and fixed the trap in the drain in the bathroom sink. He found out about her, and what she could do.

Larry asked her if she'd create a spell for him, and she was glad to oblige, since he had been kind enough to help with her plumbing problems. And he didn't charge an unreasonable amount, as many handymen did, nor did he try to get her to agree to extra work that wasn't needed. He had been honest with her, as was his way, and she was glad to help him out. He worked 9 to 5 in an office. The handyman job was just for extra cash, on the side.

It was embarrassing for him to tell her exactly what he wanted, but it was made easier by the fact that she looked so beautiful and so young. She smiled, and wrote down something on a piece yellow of paper. When she was done, she folded it over, and handed it to him.

"Put this where your wife will find it and read it, but don't you dare look upon it yourself, or else the spell will not work. If she reads this, you will have your wish."

"Thank you" said Larry, putting it safely into his pocket. He was dying to see exactly what she had wrote, but he didn't want to mess it up either. So when he got home, he put it on his wife's night stand, by the bed. She'd be sure to find it, read it, and he'd finally have his wish.

 

That night, when Larry came into the bedroom, he was pleased to see Wendy looking at the piece of paper, reading it. He smiled. Tonight would be the night. Wendy looked up at him, with a look on her face he had never seen before.

"Get out of your clothes, lay down on the bed, and spread your legs, *woman*" she said.

Larry almost came in his pants when he heard her say that! It was his fantasy come true. She was finally being assertive, taking charge, and she was into feminization now! He rushed to get out of his clothes, fumbling with the zipper, his hand shaking he was so excited. When he was finally naked, he laid down on the bed, and spread his legs wide, as she had instructed.

"This hair has to go" she said, running her fingernails down his leg.

"I'll shave it off" replied Larry.

"Your life as you know it is over" said Wendy. "I am going to rock your world. I'm going to put you into panties. I am going to turn you into a woman."

Larry was hard as a rock now, feeling more excited than he could describe with words. He stared at Wendy, who started to undress. When she took her bra off, she handed it over to him. It was still warm from her body heat.

"A woman should be wearing a bra" she said. "Put it on. Now."

Larry fumbled with the strap, trying to hook it up. He had worn a bra many times before, but he had never needed to put one on under pressure. Between his excitement and his rush to obey his suddenly assertive wife, he had some trouble getting it on. It took a couple of tries, but he did it finally.

"Lay back down, woman" said Wendy.

He laid on his back, and she moved herself over him, straddling him. She lowered herself onto him, and he gasped as he penetrated up inside of her.

"You will always be on the bottom, and I will be on top, now that you're my woman" said Wendy. "I'm going to remake you into *my* image. You are going to become a girl, just like me."

Larry was in heaven, barely able to contain himself as his deepest fantasy was coming true. He couldn't help it; he came right away, harder than he could ever remember before. It was exhilarating! Wendy was doing exactly what he had always wanted.

"Now you're going to make *me* come" said Wendy.

She raised herself up, and move herself forward, so that her pussy was right in Larry's face.

"Suck me, like the lesbian that you are now" she said. "You've had your turn, now you're going to make me come."

"But you're full of...." started Larry, not eager to put his mouth where he had just exploded with pleasure.

"Be quiet woman. You can lick me clean too, just for that. Now shut up and suck."

She put herself right into his face, and Larry responded by doing what she ordered. He sucked her, and used his tongue to make her come. And he licked her clean. He vowed in the future to make sure that he took care of her first, so that he wouldn't have to do this again!

When Wendy was finally satisfied, she rolled over, and laid next to him.

"Remember what I told you about getting rid of all that hair" she said. "You'll never touch my pink parts again if you've got any hair other than on your head, or above your pussy."

"I'll shave it off" replied Larry.

He was so exhausted, he was falling asleep already. Wearing nothing but Wendy's bra, he passed out on the bed.

 

* * *

 

The next morning, when he showered, Larry used a pink shaver, and removed all the hair from his legs. Then he moved on to his chest, and finally his armpits, which were difficult to clear, because there was to much thick hair there. When he was done, there was quite a pile of hair in the drain of the shower!

After he dried off, he started to itch, particularly on his chest. He found a tube of Wendy's skin cream, and he applied it all over. It was only after he was rubbing it in, that he realized that it had a lilac scent. Now he smelled like flowers, all over.

He dressed up, and went to work. All day long, all he could think about was the fun he had with Wendy the night before, and what they were going to do that night! He couldn't wait to see what she'd have in store for him. He rushed home from work, ready for anything.

Wendy was cooking dinner, and she seemed normal in her behavior. During the dinner conversation, she wasn't dominating or assertive at all. She seemed her normal self. It was only when they went up to bed after watching a movie on DVD they had rented, that Wendy's who demeanor changed. As soon as they walked through the door of the bedroom, she seemed to become a different person.

"Why aren't you wearing your bra?" said Wendy. "I told you to be wearing one when you come to bed."

"I'm sorry" said Larry. "I'll go put it on now."

"In the future, you'll have it on already when you come to bed, or you can just do yourself with a vibrator. Is that understood?"

"Yes dear" said Larry. "I won't make that mistake again."

He took off his clothes, went over to the dresser, and went to get out one of her bras.

"What are you doing?" she said.

"Getting out a bra" he replied.

"Not one of mine!" she said harshly. "You should be wearing one of your own."

"But I don't have any" he said.

"Yes you do. Look in your underwear drawer."

Larry opened up the drawer. Instead of the neatly folded white cotton T-shirts and the piles of folded boxer shorts, he found a pile of bras, along with at least a dozen pairs of panties, and several pairs of nylons!

"What's this?" he said.

"I told you that I was going to put you into panties. Those are *yours*. You will wear those every day now. I've taken all your boxers, and given them to the poor. From now on, you'll be wearing panties *only*."

Larry became extremely aroused. He had his own panties! He had his own bras! And he was going to be wearing his panties every day! This was so wonderful, beyond his wildest dreams. Wendy was really into her new role, and she knew just what to do to get him fired up!

Larry picked out a white lacy bra, and put it on. He walked over to Wendy, for her inspection. She looked at him, and smiled.

"I have decided that since you are a woman now, I can't go around calling you 'Larry'. That's a silly name for a woman, don't you agree? So from now on, I'll be calling you by a name more appropriate for a *girl*. From now on, your name is Tawny."

"Tawny?" said Larry, not sure if he liked it. He had always wanted to be called 'Michelle'. But if Wendy was to take over, she needed to be in charge. So Tawny it was. "I am Tawny" he said.

"Look under the bed Tawny. I have something down there for you."

Larry pulled a box out from under the bed. It was wrapped up with pink paper, and a white lacy ribbon. He carefully unwrapped it, and his eyes lit up when he saw what it was. A pair of breast forms! He had read about them, realistic looking fake boobs that could fill out a bra, and make you look like you were stacked.

Wendy took them out of the box, and held them up for him to see. Then she reached forward, and stuffed them into the cups of his bra. Now instead of hanging there sadly limp, the cups of his bra were full, sticking out in front of him. Larry had stuffed bras before, but seeing 'nipples' through the lacy fabric was something new and exciting for him!

"When you come to bed in your bra" said Wendy, "you will of course be wearing your boobs."

"Of course" replied Larry excitedly. "Now please Wendy, can I go down on you? I want to lick you, and make you come. You deserve to always come first."

"Aw, isn't that sweet of you Tawny" she replied.

Wendy took off the rest of her clothes, and laid on the bed. She spread her legs wide open, so that Larry could use his mouth on her. He dove right in, tasting her sweet juices.

"Lick my pussy" she said. "Just like I'm going to lick yours. You're such a pretty woman Tawny. I can't wait to put my mouth on you, and lick your labia. I'm going to suck your clit, and you're going to come so hard. You're a woman now Tawny. My woman."

Larry ate it up, as she showered him with the words he had longed to her for all his life! He went at her hard, and she had to push him away a little, so he'd be more gentle. Wendy taught him how a woman likes it, with soft gentle constant pressure on your clit, instead of him going so hard on her.

When it was his turn, Wendy laid him down on his back again. She ran her hands along his smooth legs, and his smooth chest.

"Your boobs are so big" she said. "It turns me on how you're so stacked. I love a girl with big boobs, like you Tawny. You're my big boobed girl."

She put her mouth over Larry's complete aroused member, and she started sucking him gently. She touched him all over with his hands, and soon he exploded with pleasure. It felt so good! He was coming with his wife, and he was wearing a stuffed bra!

Again, he fell asleep in his bra, as Wendy whispered into his ear.

"You're a woman now" she said. "Don't forget that you may only wear panties from now on. You'll have them on all day, every day, because that's what *females* like you wear under their clothes."

Larry fell asleep to wonderful dreams.

 

* * *

 

The next day, after dinner, Larry was sitting on the couch next to Wendy, watching their favorite TV show.

"You know" said Wendy, "you should really have your bra on *now*. Then when we go to bed, you'll be ready."

Larry smiled. He went up to the bedroom, and put on his bra. He stuffed it full with the realistic looking breast forms, and he admired himself in the mirror. Then he put his shirt back on, and went downstairs. He had felt hyperaware of the fact that he had been wearing panties all day. It took quite an adjustment to get used to them. He couldn't stand when he went to the restroom at work, and he was scared that someone might look under the door of the stall, and see panties down around his ankles. It had been quite scary! But it also had the effect of making him think of Wendy all day, and what they'd be doing at night.

Now he sat on the couch by her, wearing his stuffed bra under his shirt. It felt really funny to be sitting around his own house like that! Wendy didn't say anything else, or do anything differently than normal. She acted as if Larry always wore a stuffed bra around the house.

They went up to bed finally, and Larry was extra ready. He had been thinking of their lovemaking all day long, and he couldn't stand it anymore! He was *so* ready for her.

"Now that you're a woman, you're going to start to make love like a woman" said Wendy. "Men come on all at once, as if they're in a rush. But a woman wants to take her time, and go slowly. Starting today, we're going to begin by holding each other, kissing, caressing, and only very slowly building up. You're going to get aroused like a woman from now on, not like a man."

"I understand" said Larry.

"And part of that arousal, is the fun of slowly undressing with your partner" said Wendy. "It would really excite me to peel off your nylons before I can get to your panties. And before I can take off your nylons, I would gently remove your skirt. Do you understand Tawny?"

"You want me to dress up more, so we can undress each other" he replied.

"You understand. Good. Let me show you your new clothes you'll be wearing."

Wendy opened up the closet, and pointed to several new outfits she had bought for Larry. There were skirts. There were blouses. There was a nightie. There was a slip. There were a *lot* of clothes for him. He was so excited that she wanted him to dress up!

Larry did what Wendy wanted, acting more like a woman. This night, they started by going slow, hugging, kissing, and caressing each other. Only then did the start to slowly undress each other, taking their time to touch their bare skin together, to lick each other, or to kiss each other in intimate places.

It was more and more of a buildup, so when the moment arrived to make each other climax, both were more than ready. Larry had to agree: with all the buildup, it made the climax just that much better.

 

* * *

 

The next day, after dinner, Larry pulled out the DVD he had just rented, with another movie for them to watch together.

"Before you put that on" said Wendy, "do you remember what I said about being dressed appropriately?"

"You want me to get dressed now?" asked Larry.

"Yes" she replied. "Now."

Larry happily ran upstairs, and got undressed. He was already in panties, so he picked out a matching bra, and put in his breast forms. Then he put on the black skirt, and a black top that had skimpy little straps and a deep cut neckline. He then realized she had also mentioned peeling off his nylons, so he took the skirt off, put on the darkest pair of pantyhose in his drawer, and then put the skirt on again.

Finally dressed, he went downstairs. Just as yesterday, Wendy treated him as if it was a normal, regular everyday occurrence for him to be going around the house dressed like that. He really felt funny being fully dressed in front of her for the first time, but soon they were watching the movie, and he squirmed a little less.

The phone rang, and Larry put the movie on pause while he went up to go answer it. It suddenly occurred to him: what if someone had come to the door while he was fully dressed? He suddenly blushed, thinking about the fact that someone else might see him like that!

 

That night, it was the best lovemaking yet. It took longer for them to undress each other, but it was well worth it, and it was really sweet when they both climaxed, with her on top of him, telling him what a wonderful woman he was.

 

* * *

 

Over the next few days, Wendy added more and more things to what Larry needed to do to prepare himself for their nightly lovemaking. Now after dinner, he found himself going through a bigger and bigger checklist. Get dressed up in a pretty outfit. Put on his new wig. Put on makeup, which had progressed from just a light dusting, to having to do *everything* in full. Put on his perfume, and his growing collection of jewelry. Put on his long fake nails, and touch up the polish on them. It was taking almost an hour now just to get fully transformed into Tawny.

Now Wendy was making him talk in a softer higher pitched voice. And she was starting to work on how he moved, how he sat, and how he crossed his legs. She told him he'd be wearing high heel shoes soon as well.

All of these things were wonderful and exciting, but Larry was also starting to get a little frustrated. He didn't want it to be an hour of preparation and a long progression each night before they made love. Sometimes he just wanted a 'quickie'. But Wendy rebuked him, telling him that she just wasn't turned on by him at all, unless he did all of the things on his list. It was either become Tawny, in greater and greater detail every day, or else go to bed unsatisfied. So Larry complied, and went through his daily transformation. His sex life was wonderful, and it was a small price to pay!

 

Soon, he had a larger and larger collection of clothes in his closet. And now he was wearing shoes designed for a lady. Pumps, mules, flats, even tennis shoes with pink trim. Of course, he was painting his toenails by now too. And when Wendy put on her various creams and lotions every night, he was doing the same, to keep his skin nice, soft and smooth.

 

One day, when Larry got up in the morning for work, he started with his usual routine. He showered, shaved his legs and armpits to rid them of stubble, used Wendy's afterbath splash, then dried off. He put on his panties, then went to the bedroom to dress up for work.

There was an outfit on a hanger, over the closet door.

"You'll be wearing that today" said Wendy.

"What's this?" replied Larry.

"Your new outfit I bought you for work."

Larry looked at it. There were black pants, but they weren't men's slacks: they were cut for a woman. There was a white blouse, which didn't look too feminine, but it *was* silky looking and a little frilly. Then there was a jacket, which was also cut for a woman.

"I can't wear that!" he said.

"Oh you big baby, just put it on" she replied.

Larry sighed. It wouldn't hurt to just try it on. He took the blouse, and was about to put it on.

"What are you doing?" said Wendy.

"Trying on the blouse" he responded.

"First of all, it's not 'the' blouse. It's *your* blouse. And secondly, you don't go around in a blouse without a bra underneath! What kind of girl are you?"

She handed him a lacy white bra. Larry gulped, and put it on. Then he put the blouse on, and the black pants which came up a lot higher than men's pants did. The zipper was in the back, instead of the front, and there was absolutely no room in the crotch.

He put on the jacket, and was aghast as he looked in the mirror. Wendy handed him his pair of black flats, and he put them on too.

"I don't know" he said.

"You'd prefer to wear your skirt?" she replied.

"No..." he said.

"Then it's settled. You had better get going, you'll be late for your meeting."

Larry looked at the time. How could he be so late! This was an important client meeting, and he absolutely could not miss it. Now he was stuck in the outfit, and he was going to *have* to wear it. He didn't know that Wendy had changed the clock before bed, so that when he got up it was later than he thought. As he had showered, she corrected it. Now he was late, and he was going to have to go into work wearing women's clothes.

As he drove into work, his cell phone rang.

"Dear, can you check your wallet, and tell me if you've got the receipt for your boots?" said Wendy. They had gone out a few days before and bought him a pair of knee high boots with a four inch heel. He reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his wallet. He gasped when he saw it. Instead of his plain black leather men's wallet, he had a different one. It was red, with glittery sequins sewn in, shaped like a butterfly. Instead of just opening, it had a band closing it up, with a little metal post that went into a hole to keep it in place.

"What's up with this wallet?" he asked.

"It's your new wallet sweetie" said Wendy. "Don't you just love it?"

Great. Now when he got out his credit card to pay for lunch, they'd all see him with a very girly wallet. And that on top of his clothes. If there was any way he could have gotten out of the meeting, he would have called in and canceled it at that moment! But there was nothing he could do.

 

At the office, Larry got a few funny looks from the guys. But most of them didn't really notice or say anything. The hard part was the women. They all looked at him, and realized right away that he had on clothes that weren't made for a man. The leader of the client team was a woman, and she smiled and winked at him. Larry blushed, as he realized that she knew he was dressed up as a woman.

He was so angry! When he got home, he would put a stop to all that was going on! After living through a very difficult and embarrassing day, he drove home. He would go upstairs to change into something *manly*, and put a stop to all this. But when he opened up the closet, he discovered that his men's clothes were gone. All of them. Now every single item in the closet was an article of *women's* clothes.

"There you are" said Wendy. "We need to get going."

"Where?" said Larry.

"To the spa. We're both getting facials, you need your eyebrows plucked, then we're both getting bikini waxes. Come on, we'll be late!"

"But I don't want to do all that" said Larry.

"It doesn't much matter what you want, does it?" said Wendy. "Now come on Tawny, you're coming with me to the spa. Now."

"I thought I was just Tawny in the bedroom" said Larry. "You're carrying this a little too far Wendy. It's starting to get in the way of my real life."

"Being Tawny *is* your real life now" said Wendy. "I told you that I was going to turn you into a woman. And I intend to keep my word. You're far from done yet Tawny. In fact, you're just getting started. If you're going to be a real woman, you need to adjust to living as one full time."

"But I don't want to be a woman!" said Larry.

"I told you Tawny, it doesn't matter what *you* want."

"No. I'm not going" said Larry, folding his arms. "This has gone far enough."

"No?" said Wendy. "I don't think you want to do that."

"So what if I do?" said Larry.

"Okay, you brought this on yourself" said Wendy. "You are not going to have sex with me, ever again, unless you come to me on your knees, and beg for me to turn you into a real woman. You may not even sleep in the same bed as I do anymore."

"That's not fair!" protested Larry.

"Next week we are going to a party at my friend Sarah's house. I'll be there to see her, and you're supposed to be there too. It will be an ideal time for you to introduce yourself to everyone as Tawny. You will come with me to the party, and you'll be Tawny."

"No way!" said Larry.

"Suit yourself. Sarah is having a bunch of people over. If you don't go with me, then I'll go by myself. And I'll find myself a new man. You can sit here all alone, while I'm with a new lover, and you can think of all the things that we are doing together."

"I thought you were only attracted if I was dressed as a woman."

"I'm only attracted to *you* when you're a girl. I still want a man. A real man. Which you're not anymore in my eyes. Your choice is simple Tawny. You can beg me to turn you into a woman, and you can come to the party with me, or else you lose me forever."

Larry couldn't bear to lose Wendy. She was so perfect, so sexy, so exciting. She was just doing what he had wanted her to do anyway, to take charge and turn him into a woman. He had done this to himself. It wasn't her fault. And he couldn't bear to lose her.

Larry fell to his knees. He looked up at Wendy.

"Please Wendy. Please turn me into a real woman. I'll do anything to keep you. I can't lose you. You are everything to me."

"Then come with me Tawny. The spa awaits us."

Larry followed her out the door, into her car, and went with her to the spa.

 

* * *

 

That night, Larry felt so funny as he looked at himself in the mirror. With his plucked eyebrows, his face looked so different. And while he couldn't see it under his skirt, the knowledge that he had a bikini wax, and how his hair down there looked, made him feel really strange.

Wendy came up to bed, but instead of hugging him and starting their foreplay ritual, she simply started to undress.

"What's the matter?" said Larry. "Don't you want to make love?"

"Oh I do" said Wendy. "I feel *really* frisky tonight. But you are going to be punished for your little burst of bad behavior today. So you're not going to touch me for a few days, until you understand the error of your ways. You are going to sit there at the end of the bed, like a good girl, and you are going to watch me."

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"This" she said, pulling out a 'toy'. It was shaped like a man's anatomy, but huge in comparison to Larry. It had a slight curve to it, and it was very textured in the shaft.

"Now sit back and watch" said Wendy, as she spread her legs apart, and started using the toy to pleasure herself. Larry could only look on helplessly, as she used it to arouse herself, and to make herself climax time and time again. She was moaning, and writhing as she shivered all over from the wonderful excitement. Larry wanted *so* much to participate, but all he could do was to watch.

 

The next night it was the same. She forced him to watch as she pleasured herself. On the third night, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please Wendy" he said. "I can't stand it just watching you like that! I feel so powerless. Please, don't make me just watch. Let me join in."

"I'm so glad you asked me that Tawny" she replied.

Wendy went over to the dresser, and pulled out her toy. Then she reached in the drawer, and pulled out another one, identical to it. She took it over to Larry, and handed it to him.

"What's this for?" he said.

"So you can participate. While I'm doing myself, you won't have to just watch. You can join in."

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You're a girl. You can figure it out. You should start with sucking it, like I do, to get it wet, That way, it will slide in easier. Just do what I do, and follow along with me."

Larry was stunned, as Wendy stripped, then started by putting her toy into her mouth.

"Come on Tawny, don't just sit there staring. Put yours in your mouth like I'm doing. This is your chance to participate. Now come on girl! Get with the program!"

Larry certainly wasn't going to put that *thing* in his mouth. All he could do was to watch Wendy as she did herself again with her toy. This time, she sat on her side as she did herself, then she inserted into her pussy, from the back. She moaned as she moved it around.

"Oh Tawny, you should be doing this, girl! Oh, it's so big. Oh! Ohhh!!!!"

 

The next night, it was the same. And the next. Finally, Larry couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand to just watch her. He had to say something.

"When will I be allowed to make love to you Wendy? I can't stand it anymore!"

"I won't allow you to touch me" she countered, "until you use your toy, and make yourself come with it. Now lets try this again. We'll start with putting it into our mouths."

Larry was faced with a terrible choice: either play along with her, using the toy on himself, or else he'd be cut off indefinitely. He was desperate to feel her touch again. He needed her so bad! Against everything he stood for and felt in his heart, he caved in. He picked up the toy, and put it into his mouth.

"There Tawny. Put it in deep. Lick it. Go at it like the hungry girl that you are. You've got to convince me that you want it like a girl, before you can touch me again."

Larry put on quite a convincing show that night, but it wasn't enough for Wendy. He did the same the next night, and the night after that. She kept egging him on, telling him he was closer and closer to earning the right to touch her again.

From the way she smiled, Larry thought he finally had it one night. But he had forgotten one crucial detail: the next day was the party. And everything was about to change for him.

 

* * *

 

It was a Friday night. The night of the party. Larry came home from work, wearing the same outfit with the black women's pants, the blouse and the jacket, that he had worn the first time that Wendy had sent him out fully dressed. He came to the bedroom, where Wendy was waiting.

"Oh Tawny, you're home" she said. "We need to get moving. The party is tonight, and you look quite frightful! Get dressed up, and I'll help you with your makeup."

Larry looked at the blue dress that she had picked out for him. She also had laid out a pair of dark nylons, a garter belt, and pumps with six inch heels. He put in his breast forms, and then the outfit she had chosen. He took a seat as she started to put on his makeup, much heavier than he had ever worn before. She did a lot of work on his eyes, applying more mascara than he had ever worn before, along with eyeliner and eyeshadow. She put lots of powders on his face, lipliner, lipgloss and more.

With his long nails in place and painted, and all of his jewelry, Larry looked more and more like a woman. When she completed him with the long hair of his wig firmly attached, Larry couldn't believe how feminine he looked. This was the furthest he had ever gone. And now, they were going out of the house with him like that, to a party.

Wendy gave him a purse to carry, and told him not to let it out of his sight all night long. She got herself ready, and loaded him into her car. They drove off into the night, heading to Sarah's party.

 

Wendy introduced 'Tawny' to Sarah.

"Tawny, this is my friend Sarah. We went to school together."

"Nice to meet you" said Larry.

"And Sarah, this is Tawny. She used to be my husband Larry, but now she's a woman."

"It's a pleasure to meet you" said Sarah, as Larry felt crushed. Used to be her husband? But now he's a woman? He couldn't believe that Wendy would introduce him like that! It got worse, as they met other people, and she did the same thing.

"So Tawny, how long have you been a woman?" said Jan, a friend of Sarah's.

"Oh, for a while now" he said.

"Well, I must say I think it's *wonderful* that you're strong enough to become a chick. I welcome you as another woman."

"Thanks" said Larry, wanting to crawl out of there and get away!

 

They mixed and mingled for a while, meeting all sorts of people. Someone turned on the radio, to a dance station. Wendy turned to one of the guys who they were talking to.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked him.

"I'd love to" he responded.

Larry could only watch as she took the guy by the hand, and started dancing with him. She took his hands, and positioned them on her butt, as she leaned in to him. When her face turned, she looked right at Larry, licked her lips, and smiled.

 

"What were you doing with him?" said Larry, when they were alone again.

"What's the matter, jealous?" she said.

"You're darn right I'm jealous!" he replied.

"I thought you'd be. Here, come with me" said Wendy.

Larry followed her into the kitchen. They guy who she had been dancing was there, with a few other people. Wendy smiled at Larry, and whispered in his ears.

"I know you're jealous, so I'm setting you up with a guy of your own."

"Jake, I'd like you to meet Tawny. She used to be my husband, but now she's a woman."

The guy who had been dancing with Wendy got a smirk on his face, and smiled at Larry.

"Tawny huh? So, you're a chick now? That's pretty wild."

"And Tawny, I'd like you to meet Jake's cousin. This is Allan."

The second guy walked up to Larry, and smiled warmly.

"Hi Tawny, I'm Allan. It's really nice to meet you. Wendy has told me so much about you! She says that you're really hot in bed, and you can go all night. Now that's the kind of babe I'm looking for!"

Larry looked helplessly at Wendy, who winked at him. She mouthed the words "go for it" to him, then she turned her attention to Jake. Larry watched as they walked off, arm in arm, up the stairs. They were heading to the bedroom, leaving Larry alone with Allan!

"Wendy says you're something else" said Allan. "She told me that since you used to be a guy, you really know how to please a man."

Allan moved closer, making Larry feel more and more uncomfortable.

"You know babe" said Allan, "there's another bedroom upstairs. We could go in there, just you and I, and I could show you a fun time."

"No, I'm not that kind of girl" said Larry, as he thought about how Wendy was up there right now, making love to another man.

"She said you wouldn't refuse" said Allan. "She said that if you didn't make me happy, you'd get in real trouble with her."

"How do I know that's true?" said Larry.

"She said to tell you to read the note in your purse."

Larry opened up his purse, and looked inside for the first time all night. There was a note, written on a piece of yellow paper. It looked familiar. Larry read it, transfixed.

 

You will obey. You will please your man. You will do what he wants.

You will go further with it than even he has conceived.

Now go to him, and may him happy.

 

Larry realized the paper was the note that the witch had given him to bring home for Wendy. It was the thing that got her started. It was what made her do all this to him. He put it back into his purse, then looked over to Allan, who was standing there with a smirk on his face.

Larry's heart pounded. How had he failed to notice how handsome Allan was? He took a step closer, and leaned in towards Allan. Larry could feel that his man was hard already. That made him feel really excited: there is nothing more of a turn-on for a woman, than to know your man wants you.

Larry put his arm around Allan, and they walked together up the steps, to an empty bedroom. Larry could hear the bed in the next room banging against the wall, and could hear Wendy moaning as each hard thrust into her brought her to new heights.

But none of it registered in Larry's mind. The spell was in full force now, and all he could think of was how to please his man. Larry unzipped Allan's pants, and freed his fully aroused member. He let it out the unzipped fly, and it reminded him so much of the toy he had been using for the past week.

"Get it wet first, so it slips in easily" said the female voice in Larry's head. He got down on his knees, and did to Allan what he had learned to do with they toy. Soon, Allan was very happy, and Larry had to lick off the mess from his face. He had tasted it before, but this time it wasn't his; it was another man's.

"Oh god yes!" screamed Wendy from the next room, as she finished her lovemaking session. Larry stood up and smiled. He felt positively giddy. He felt like a woman in every way now. And he had just satisfied his man.

 

* * *

 

Back home that night, Wendy wanted to compare notes with 'Tawny' on their dates.

"How was he in the sack" asked Wendy. "Was it good for you?"

"It felt *so* wonderful to please him" said Larry. "How was your date?"

"It was *heaven*" said Wendy. "He lasted so long! Now he was a real man. And he was built too! You should have seen how big he was."

"Not as big as *my* man" replied Larry proudly. "He was almost as much of a mouthful as the toy you gave me."

"Speaking of toys" said Wendy, as the two of them continued to undress, "I have a new toy I bought for *us*. I told you we'd make love again if you did for me what I asked you."

She went to the dresser, and pulled it out. It was built like a man's anatomy, but this one had something else: the back end was attached to a series black leather straps. Wendy stepped into the leg holes, and tightened the straps onto herself.

"Get it wet first, so it will slide in easier" she said.

Larry found himself falling to his knees, and doing to the strap-on what he had done with Allan that night.

"Go by the bed, and lean over. I'm going to make you a woman" said Wendy.

Larry found himself unable to even think of disobeying her. He leaned over, as she penetrated him for the first time. She thrust in again and again, until he was ready to collapse.

"There" she said. "Now you *are* a woman."

 

As Larry put on his nightie, he watched Wendy put on a pair of boxer shorts, and a plain white T-shirt.

"You're the woman now" she said, "and that makes me the one in the family that wears the pants. You wear the panties, and I wear the pants. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Larry.

"Tomorrow, you are going to set up your check for work to be directly deposited into *my* account. I am going to control your money now too. I may choose to spend it on gifts for Jake, or for other men. You can't protest, you're just my woman."

Larry looked at her. He really felt like her woman now. If he was her woman, than that made her the man. The magic of the spell kicked in again, and Larry suddenly realized that he was completely under Wendy's power. Anything she said, he would immediately do, without thinking. He was completely hers now, in every way.

"Tomorrow, you will make an appointment with the plastic surgeon. You are getting breast implants. I'm tired of seeing you with those breast forms. You are getting real boobs. Tell me that you *want* real boobs."

"I want real boobs" said Larry, cupping his hands over his fake breasts.

"Tell me that you really are a woman inside now" said Wendy.

"I really am a woman inside now" repeated Larry. It *was* true. He felt completely female. In fact, it was wrong to use 'he' anymore. It would be more fair to say that *she* felt completely female inside.

"And since you are a woman, what are you going to wear to work tomorrow?"

"I'm going to wear something pretty. Something wonderful. Maybe my new skirt, and my boots."

"And what will you tell people if they try to treat you as if you are Larry?"

"I'll tell them that I used to be Larry, but not I'm a woman."

"That's right" said Wendy. "You are a woman now. You belong to me, and you are my woman. You will tell everyone proudly that you have a boyfriend. You will tell them proudly that soon you're going to have real boobs. Soon, you're going to start on female hormones. And then, you'll be ready for your operations, to cut away the growth between your legs, so that you can be female in every way. That's what you want."

"That is what I want. I want to be female in every way" said Larry.

"Good girl" said Wendy. "Now lets get some sleep. You can dream of your boyfriend, and all that you're going to do for him when you see him tomorrow. Think of how big he is, and how good he will feel up inside you. You two are dating now, and you are a couple. You can double-date with me and Jake maybe sometimes. Now get some sleep Tawny. Tomorrow is a big day for you."

 

Larry laid his head back, and started to drift off to sleep. His thoughts turned towards the subjects that Wendy had just commanded. Larry thought of Allan, and how to please him.

 

* * *

 

"Larry, are you all right?" said the woman.

Larry stood up, the wrench in his hand.

"Um, I was daydreaming" he said. "I'm finished with the sink."

He realized where he was. He was at the house with the witch. He looked down, and realized that he was himself again. Hair on his chest, and all. Everything had been a dream! He hadn't lived through it all! It had just been something that played out in his mind!

Larry almost cried, he felt so relieved. It had been so terrible, all that he had gone through! He was *so* glad that it wasn't real. It had started out well enough, but it had spiraled out of control, and he ended up being miserable. He didn't want to lose Wendy! He didn't want to see her (and himself!) end up dating other men. He realized that his fantasy was just something in bed, and not a 'real life' thing.

He accepted the payment from the witch. Now was when he had asked her for the spell. Larry took a deep breath, and turned to go. He didn't want to go through it all again.

"Good-bye" he said as he left.

 

When Larry got home, he rushed over to his wife to give her a hug and a kiss. After his terrible dream, he knew in his heart that he didn't want to lose her. She was more important to him than he had realized.

"I love you" he told her.

"I love you too" she said, smiling at him and licking her lips.

Larry felt pumped up. He felt on top of the world.

"My Wendy" he said.

"My little Tawny" she replied, sending a lightning bolt chill up and down his spine, almost making him fall over and pass out.

  

  

  

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