It Is Good

by Jennifer White

 

"Do you want to win the prize or not?" said Debra, her hands on her hips.

"I can't go to a costume party dressed up as a woman!" protested her husband Ed. "I'll be the laughingstock of the neighborhood. You can't really expect for me to show up in front of people I know, dressed up in female clothes!"

"Now honey, this is a costume party. They *expect* for you to show up wearing something outrageous."

"Don't you understand? I'm a man! You're asking me to wear the worst thing possible."

 

Debra sighed. This would take some serious arm twisting.

 

"Maybe once you get into your costume, you'll change your mind" she said.

"I really doubt it" he replied.

"Would you please just try it on? For me? If you don't like it once you're dressed up, we won't go."

 

There. An offer he couldn't refuse. A way out. But once she had him dressed up, things would change quite a bit. She was sure of it. She smiled. She knew her husband. This was going to work.

 

"Okay" he said sheepishly. "But you promise that if I don't like it once I'm dressed up, we don't have to go to the party?"

"Deal" said Debra, extending her hand.

 

They shook on the deal, and now it was cemented. Ed no longer had an out; he was going to have to dress up in the costume that his wife had put together for him.

 

"I suppose you're going to make me go shave my legs now" he said glumly.

"Not at all" she replied, her tone now friendly and upbeat. "I bought something to help with the costume so you won't have to. Check this out."

 

She went into the closet, and emerged with something that Ed had never seen before. It looked like it was made of the same type of nylon material that was used for her pantyhose, only thicker and smoother. It would cover him from head to toe, making it look like he had soft skin with no hair. It would be almost like putting on a wet suit, except he couldn't tell how it closed in the back.

But there was more to the suit; sewn into the chest area were two large mounds that would be the breasts. Likewise, there was padding around the hips and the rear, so once he put it on, his body would take on a more feminine shape. At the top by the head there was long blonde hair attached, like a built-in wig. There were even patches of color on the face area, so it would look like the wearer had makeup on. All he had to do was to step into it, and he'd be an instant woman.

 

"See?" said Debra. "It won't be that bad. You just put this on, I'll help you dress up, and you'll look so good that we'll win the prize for sure."

"I guess" said Ed, still not enthusiastic about having to go through with it. But he had made a promise, and now he was bound to it. He started to take off his clothes, so he could put on the body suit.

 

"The instructions say to start by putting your arms through the armholes" said Debra, reading the piece of paper that came from the bag with the body suit. She put down the paper, and picked up the suit. She held it up for Ed, so he could put his arms into it. He took a deep breath, and walked towards his wife.

 

Ed put his arms into the holes, and let Debra pull the taut fabric over him. While it looked thin like nylon, he was surprised to see that it was thick enough that you couldn't see the dark hairs on his arms through it. He worked his hands all the way to the end of the sleeves, where it ended in something like a glove. The tips of the glove had long red fake nails attached, so when his arms were finally in place all the way through, it looked like he had long nails, perfectly shaped and polished.

 

"How does it feel?" asked Debra.

"Kind of tight" he replied.

"Don't worry, it should stretch out a bit, I guess."

 

She touched him lightly on the arm to feel the fabric, and he was surprised at how much sensation was transmitted right through it. It almost felt like she was touching *him*. He had never worn nylons or silk stockings, so he guessed that it be the way it felt to wear them.

 

Next, following the instructions, Debra wrapped a strap of the fabric around his neck area. Now the wig was flopping behind him, tickling his back. He looked down to see the pair of fake beasts dangling there by his chest. It was quite intimidating for him as a man to see them there! They looked so pointy at the tips, pointed slightly upwards, seeming so realistic.

Debra smoothed out the fabric from Ed's neck down to his chest, bringing the fake breasts into contact with him. It was weird how good her touch felt, as she did that. The fabric of the suit sort of clung to his skin as she pressed it in. As she got the breasts into place, Ed gasped at a surge of wonderful sensations that went through him.

 

"What's that?" asked Debra.

"I don't know" he said. "When you touched me on the chest, I suddenly had a really good feeling. Its kind of weird how good it felt."

 

Debra touched him again on his fake breasts, rubbing the nipples gently.

 

"Ooh" said Ed, his eyes closing involuntarily as she touched him. She continued for a few moments, but Ed's bliss was interrupted when he started to notice that she had put the part around his neck too tight, and it was starting to feel uncomfortable. He reached up to adjust it, but it seemed to be stuck in place, and he couldn't stop it from constricting around him.

He suddenly felt claustrophobic, and he reached down to pull the suit off. But as he tried to peel it back, he felt an enormous pain, almost as if he was trying to pull of his own skin.

 

"Ow!!!" he said. "This thing is stuck to me!"

 

"Honey, it's supposed to stick" said Debra. "Don't pull it off now! We'll follow the instructions to remove it after the party."

"But it feels tight on my neck!" he said.

"Its all in your mind. Don't be such a baby. You're as whiny as a girl already" said Debra, as she continued to wrap it around his torso. As she continued to bring the suit in contact with him, it transmitted more of the pleasurable feelings. Soon, it was wrapped around him, down to his belly button, and up to his shoulders. If it wasn't for the tightness in his neck, it would have actually been an enjoyable experience.

 

"I need to put the hood over your head now" said Debra, reading from the instruction sheet. "That way, I can seal it up across your back. Maybe once that is done, you won't feel so much pressure on your neck."

"Okay" said Ed, his voice strained a bit due to the tightness.

"Close your eyes for a minute" she instructed, as she went to work.

 

Debra pulled the hood of fabric over his head. As she pulled it across his face, she aligned it so that the proper holes were over his eyes, nose and mouth. She guided his ears through the holes on the side, then she smoothed the fabric out over his entire face, to help it bond.

 

"Okay dear, open your eyes" she said, as she turned him to face the mirror.

 

Ed opened his eyes, and he was shocked at what he saw in the mirror. From the waist up, he looked like he was a real woman. The breasts looked so big, and so realistic! The long hair of the sewn-in wig made it look like *he* had long hair. The built-in makeup made him look like he had a pretty face.

 

"We are going to win the contest" he said.

 

It seemed to him like his voice was just a hair higher in pitch. Probably because of the tightness in his neck area. He wanted to adjust it, but he couldn't find any flaps to get his fingers under.

 

As Ed continued to stare at himself, he felt a slight tingle in the back of his neck, which was kind of strange. He reached back to scratch, but the thickness of the wig made it futile. It wasn't unpleasant, but it just wasn't *right*.

 

"I like how I look" he said out loud, his voice sounding even higher in pitch now. Ed's posture shifted, and he stood with his shoulders further back, and his chest thrust out, as if to accentuate his boobs. His right hand was idly toying with his long hair, his finger wrapping around it. He imagined how pretty he'd look once he put on his dress.

 

Alarm bells started to go off in Ed's mind. Something was wrong. His face changed to one of utter panic and despair.

 

"This thing is trying to control my thoughts!" he said out loud, his voice now as high in pitch as it was at age thirteen. "I can feel it in my mind!"

 

It was as if the suit was putting down roots through Ed's head, tapping into his brain, and trying to control him. He could feel it gently pushing his thoughts away from the normal patterns, trying to make him think in a more feminine manner. It was trying to make him *like* have breasts. It was trying to make *like* being pretty. And it was trying to make him *want* to put the rest of it on.

 

Ed reached down and tried with all his might to pull it off. It hurt so much! It was binding onto his skin, and it seemed to be attaching itself now! Debra stood by, and did nothing. Why wasn't she doing anything to help him? Why was she letting this *then* take over, and try to turn his into a those of a woman?

 

"Help me!" he screamed, his voice now sounding like that of a girl. "Help me get the rest of this suit on!"

 

No! He didn't want to say that! The suit had made him say it! Debra smiled at him.

 

"Sure honey" she said. "Now let go. You know you can't take it off now. It is already a part of you. Let me finish the job. Won't you like it, once you're all the way in it? Won't it feel wonderful to be feminine all over, and not just on the top.

 

"Yes...." said Ed, as part of his mind imagined how wonderful it would feel. A new part of his mind that wasn't there before. A part of his mind that was thinking like a *woman*.

 

There was a war going on inside his brain, as Debra reached down and started to pull the suit over his left leg. Wonderful new feminine sensations were flowing in his mind; pleasure upon pleasure of just the thought of being female. But these thoughts went against everything that was *him*.

But he could feel it as the suit was altering his mind, reshaping it. It was as if his thoughts were modeling clay, and somehow the suit was changing hard corned cubes into soft round spheres. It was the same matter, but just slightly adjusted so that it was no longer recognizable, forced into a different pattern all together.

He could feel his resistance starting to break down. It was getting harder and harder to fight; he could no longer tell what were *his* thoughts, and which ones were the new ones being forced into his mind. He knew that he was being taken over, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Debra was working on the second leg now. Soon that would be enveloped in the suit too. Now the only thing that was still *him* was what he had between his legs. A loose flap of material hung down from his back. Debra took it, and pulled upwards on it after she wrapped it over his penis.

Ed could feel the fabric bind onto his penis and testicles. More overwhelming pleasures flowed through him as the fabric become one with his skin. He could feel it getting tighter and tighter on him between the legs. There was so much pressure that it felt like his penis was being forced back up inside him, along with his balls.

As he looked down, the bulge under the fabric was getting smaller and smaller. The smaller it got, the more overwhelming the pleasure. As a man, it should have been more pleasurable to get *bigger*. But he was feeling pleasure from it getting *smaller*. It felt wrong, at every level.

 

Ed looked in the mirror. With the padding on his hips, and the rapidly disappearing bulge between his legs, he looked like he was a woman. It wasn't him in the mirror, it was someone else. Someone female. He could feel new thoughts trying to push their way into his mind. "I am a woman" they sang to him.

He tried to resist them. He tried to ignore, them, but they became louder. The thoughts called to him, urging him to give in and become one with them. It would be so easy, like falling asleep when you're very tired. All he had to do was to let go, and allow his new thoughts to take over. It would be so easy to join with them, instead of fighting them.

"I am a woman" sang the thoughts in his head, over and over. As Ed looked down, all of the bulge between his legs was gone. Now there was only a soft pink mound, with a slit running through it. His pubic hairs had worked their way through the suit, and what he saw in the mirror looked just like what his wife had between *her* legs. A pussy.

 

"I have a pussy" he said out loud, his voice high and feminine sounding.

 

"That's right. You do" said Debra.

 

"I have a pussy" sang the thoughts in Ed's head, "I am a woman now."

 

It was like a catchy tune, hard to get out of his mind. The thoughts sang louder and louder, with more and more of his conscious being converted by them, joining in with the chorus. It was rapidly becoming an all-female chorus of voices.

 

 

Debra sized things up. She looked at the instructions, then put them down. Her husband's face was a blank stare, as all of his mental powers were turned inwards, try to put up futile resistance against the new feminine thoughts and impulses in his mind. Now it was time for her to act. He was ready to have her take charge. Ed had been so lost in his own thoughts, that he hadn't even noticed that she had just changed into a shiny black leather outfit with high heel boots.

 

"Get down on your knees!" she said in a firm tone.

 

Blindly obedient, Ed fell down to his knees. His mind was trying to resist the new thoughts being forced into it; he had no resistance available for Debra's command. Part of him wanted to resist her too, but if he tried, he knew that the very last of him would be swallowed up by the swirl of feminine voices within. And so as Debra spoke, he obeyed. He could not help but to do so.

As his mind struggled, he didn't notice as the suit continued to work on his body, pinching in his waist, molding him into a more and more feminine form. His nose was getting smaller; his cheekbones more prominent. Even the ridge of his eyebrows was changing now. Soon his face would be unrecognizable.

 

"Lick my boots, slave" commanded Debra.

 

Without thinking, without resistance, Ed leaned down, and started to lick her boots.

 

"You are *mine* now" she said in an authoritarian tone of voice. "Once you had free will to do as you pleased, but not any more. Now you belong completely to me, and you will serve me as my slave from this day forward. You *want* to serve me. You *want* to be my slave. You're my willing thrall now. You exist only to serve me. Only I can save you from your worst fears, now that you've become a woman."

 

Ed continued to lick her boots. He loved her so much! He did want to be hers. She would protect him. Ed would show her how good of a slave he could be; he would do everything for her. His life would be completely devoted to her from now on.

The voices continued to sing in his head, telling him that he was a woman now. He had a pussy. He had boobs. He was pretty. He *was* a woman. But his mind was not yet ready to permit the thought. But when Debra said "now that you've become a woman", everything changed.

*She* was telling him that he was a woman! She was perfect; she was everything to him. She could not be wrong; he was her slave and she was all-knowing. If she thought he was a woman.... then he must be a woman. Finally, he allowed the symphony in his head to overtake him. He gave in, and his mind joined the tune instead of fighting it. Ed was a woman now, even in *her* own mind. She was a woman now, completely.

 

"You are no longer my husband" continued Debra. "Now you are a woman, and my slave. You are not 'Ed' to me anymore. He is gone. You are a woman now, and from this moment forward, your name will be Michelle."

 

"I am Michelle" she thought, as she continued to lick Debra's boots.

 

"You may stop licking now Michelle" said Debra. She pulled back her shiny black leather skirt to reveal something she had hidden underneath it: a large black strap-on with a very realistic shape. It was shiny black like her leather, and it was pointed right at Michelle's face.

 

"Show me that you're my woman now" said Debra. "Suck my dick".

 

Michelle wrapped her lips around the cold plastic strap-on dld, and started sucking. She started to bob her head back and forth, taking it in deeper and deeper.

 

"From now on, *I* will be the man of the house" said Debra. "That makes you the *woman*. You are the housewife; I will be your man. You will do this to me all the time, whenever *I* want it. You will show me that I'm your man. You will please me, as I desire."

 

In Michelle's mind, the commands from Debra took hold. Debra was her man. She wanted to show Debra how much she loved her, and how devoted she was. Debra was her man now, and Michelle would suck her dick all the time to prove it.

 

"Now lay on your back and spread your legs for me" ordered Debra. "I'm going to introduce you to your pussy."

 

Michelle did just what she was told. She laid on her back, and spread her legs wide open. Debra pushed the head of the dld into the slit between her legs. It penetrated up into Michelle's vagina, which only minutes ago had been her penis. Now it was inverted, turned inside out. As the dld slid inside, Michelle was overwhelmed by how much pleasure it gave her.

 

"This is how it feels for you to please your man" said Debra. "Tell me that I'm your man now."

"You're my man" said Michelle, licking her lips.

 

"Tell me how much you like my dick" said Debra.

"You're my man, and I love your dick" replied Michelle. "I want to suck it, to show you that I'm your woman. I want you to fuck me with it all the time!"

 

"You *want* this. This is what you live for now" said Debra, as she thrust harder and harder into Michelle.

 

"Yes!" screamed Michelle, as she squirmed under Debra, in a state of total pleasure.

 

 

 

When Debra finally pulled herself out of Michelle's new pussy, Michelle felt cold and empty. She wanted Debra right away, again.

 

"Can I suck your dick?" asked Michelle.

"Soon, my love" replied Debra. "Now you will do something different for me. But first you need to get dressed."

 

Debra led Michelle over to the closet, where an outfit was hanging up. First, there was a pair of bright red thong panties, which Michelle slipped into. They laid perfectly flat across the front, where once there had been a penis. Now there was none, and the panties fit perfectly.

Then Debra helped Michelle into a pushup-bra, showing her how to fasten it. The bra cupped and supported her large breasts, making them look even more attractive. Now Michelle was ready to put on a frilly half-slip, that came down to just above her knees.

Now came a black outfit with poofy arms, short sleeves, and a flared skirt. It had a deep cut v-neck as well, to expose Michelle's impressive cleavage. Michelle put it on. As Debra put a white apron over the front and tied it up in back, Michelle recognized what kind of outfit it was: a maid's uniform. Debra was turning her into a maid!

 

"You will have many duties around *my* house" said Debra firmly. "You will keep the floors spotless. There will not be one spec of dust on the furniture. I will inspect daily with a white glove. The dishes will be kept clean, and put away properly. You will do all of the cooking, and the shopping. In addition, you will make my bed, wash my sheets, scrub the bathroom until it sparkles, change the towels, wipe down the mirrors, and more."

 

Michelle made mental notes of her duties, as Debra continued.

 

"You will gather the dirty clothes and wash them. You will iron, fold, and hang the clothes, putting them away neatly in their proper place. You will clean and shine my shoes as well. You will help me dress, undress me, and take care of my every need."

 

"Yes, Ma'am" said Michelle.

 

"No, I don't think that is good enough. I'm not just a woman to you that you serve. I'm not just your man, who you want to please. You are to worship me. You may call me Goddess."

 

"Yes, Goddess" said Michelle, falling to her knees.

 

"That is better, slave" she replied. "Now where was I? Oh yes. Your chores. You will tend to the garden, making sure that not one single weed grows. You will sweep the sidewalk daily. You will fetch the paper for me, bring in the mail, take out the trash, cook my dinner, then rub my feet for me after you serve me a drink."

 

"Yes, Goddess" said Michelle. "I will serve you and do your bidding."

 

"Yes, you will" replied Debra. "Now you will help me change into something sexy so I can go out."

 

She selected a little black dress, and hung it up on the door.

 

"Help me out of this outfit, slave" she ordered.

 

Michelle unzipped the leather, and eased her Goddess out of it. She stared longingly at the black strap-on, which Debra still wore. Michelle almost looked sad, as Debra removed it and set it aside.

 

"You will wash this for me" she ordered. "I will have quite a collection of them soon, and you will be in charge of making sure that my dicks are clean and ready to use."

 

"Yes, Goddess" said Michelle excitedly. She helped Debra into a sexy shelf-bra. She rolled up the dark silk stockings for Debra's legs, and gently pulled them up for her. Debra put on a garter belt, and Michelle attached it to the stockings to hold them up. Finally, she helped Debra into the sexy black dress.

 

"There was a man named Ed" she said, as Michelle straightened the straps over her shoulders. "I found out one day that he was cheating on me, with a secretary from his work. Don't you think that was bad of him?"

"Yes Goddess, very bad" said Michelle.

 

"And so I've decided that I deserve the same liberty myself. I'm going out tonight to date a man. A *real* man. I'm going to let him take me home to his place, and I'm going to let him fuck me all night long. Doesn't that seem fair to you, slave?"

"Yes Goddess, very fair" replied Michelle.

 

"Here is a list of chores for you to get started on, right away" said Debra, handing Michelle a piece of paper. "Once all of your chores are done, you can use a dld on yourself, which I bought for you. You can imagine the man who is on top of me, fucking me hard. Imagine that *you* are with him."

"Thank you, Goddess" said Michelle, as she hung a necklace around Debra, and closed the clasp for her.

 

Michelle held the door open for Debra, as she departed for her date. Michelle closed and locked the door. She looked down at her list. There was much work to do.

 

Debra wanted Michelle to move into her own room. She did not deserve the privilege of sleeping with her Goddess. And so Michelle had to set up the guest room as her own. There were several boxes and bags of clothes which Debra had bought for her, which she needed to put away.

Then she bagged up all of the male clothes in Debra's bedroom, so they could be donated to the poor. There were no men in the house anymore; the clothes were now useless. Michelle carefully folded them as she bagged them up, then she moved the bags downstairs. Tomorrow she would take them in.

 

With all the extra space in the closet, Michelle was then able to gather things of Debra's from around the house where they were stored, and place them into her closet and organize them. She was just finishing up when she heard a key unlock the door, followed by the click of heels as Debra walked into the house. Michelle hurried to finish before her Goddess arrived.

 

"Nice work" she said, as she inspected the closet. She also inspected Michelle's room, and nodded her approval.

 

"You don't deserve to sleep in the same room as I do, unless it is on the floor, at my feet" said Debra. "You will live in your own room, so that when I have men come over, I can be with them in my bed, without you disturbing us."

 

"Yes, Goddess" said Michelle obediently.

 

"I was with a *real* man tonight" said Debra. "I let him fuck me, really hard. I came twice, he was so big."

"I'm happy for you, Goddess" said Michelle.

"But as soon as he was done, I left quickly. I didn't clean up, so I still have his come seeping out of me. Get on your knees by the bed, so you can share in it, and suck it out of me."

"Yes Goddess" said Michelle.

 

She fell to her knees by the bed, where Debra pulled up her skirt to reveal that she didn't have any panties on. All around her pussy it was wet and sticky, from the lovemaking.

 

"Use your tongue" ordered Debra. "Clean up every single bit of it, inside and outside of my pussy."

"Yes, Goddess" said Michelle, as she put her face between Debra's legs, and started licking.

 

As Debra cleaned her Goddess, Debra continued to talk.

"It felt so good to be with a *real* man" she said. "I'll definitely go out with him again! Next time I'll bring him here, so you can see the man who is going to fuck me. You'll be able to hear our screams as he pounds me with his big dick. Maybe some day, I'll start having *you* date men too. We can go out together, and both of us can find men to fuck us. Won't that be fun? Now start licking inside my pussy. I feel his load oozing out of me. Suck it all down baby."

 

Debra closed her eyes. It felt so good to have her pussy sucked and licked by her new slave. She smiled. Ed was so far gone in his mind, that he thought of himself as a woman and her slave. The expensive body suit was worth every cent she had paid the man for it! Of course, she had also promised him that after she turned her husband into a female and a slut, she'd let him screw Ed as much as he wanted to. Soon, she'd have Ed start to date him.

 

When Debra finally had enough stimulation between her legs, she ordered Michelle to stop.

 

"It is time for you to go to your room" she ordered. "Set your alarm for 4:30am. You have quite a long list of chores to get started with. When I wake up at 7:00, you will have my breakfast made, coffee ready for me, a bath drawn, and the other chores completed."

"Yes Goddess" said Michelle.

 

Debra watched Michelle leave. What a wonderful day it was. Instead of a cheating husband, she now had a loyal slave who thought of her as a Goddess. She could date any man she wanted, or force her slave to give her any pleasures she desired. It felt so good to make her husband suck her fake dick, to show how powerful she was, and how weak he was.

And soon, he'd be fucking men. How wonderful that would be to see! What ultimate revenge it would be on Ed for what he had done to her. Now he was her slave, and her live would be wonderful from now on. And the best part was that Ed would be happy too. In his mind, nothing would bring him more pleasure than to serve his Goddess.

 

"It is good the be the Goddess" said Debra, as she laid down to go to sleep.

  

  

  

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