Just Like Me

by

Jean M. Chambers

  

The apartment door slammed hard behind Jim after snarling in her face that she was a dumb bitch and Tonya was sick of it. She was sick of the way he talked to her. Bitch seemed to be his nickname for her these days. Even while they were making love. He would start getting rough and say things like, 'How do you like that bitch.' or 'Take it like the bitch you are.' Their arguments always ended the same. He would storm out of the apartment after calling her a Bitch. She was hurt and angry. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She'd had enough and wasn't going to take anymore from her deadbeat, unemployed, husband. Tonya stormed into the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase from the closet. The more she thought of how Jim treated her, the angrier she got. Her suitcase was half full when she paused. A garter belt dangled from her fingers as a thought crossed her mind. She smiled to herself, throwing several more items into the case. As if taken by a demon, she quickly emptied her suitcase and put it back into the closet.

 

Jim didn't come home until the next morning, but Tonya had breakfast waiting for him. As usual, he acted as if nothing had happened the night before. So did Tonya. She started fixing him breakfast, lunch, and dinner every night he was home, no matter how cruel he was. Tonya just smiled. She made sure she always added something special to his meals. Some nights, when he really pissed her off, she would add more of that something special. A lot more. A few weeks passed. Jim grew less aggressive, but more emotional by the week. His temper tantrums and tongue lashings were much less frequent. Instead, little things would make him cry. He became meeker. Tonya continued to go out of her way to please him. She would catch him staring at her clothes, not specifically her, more and more. Especially when she was undressing for bed. Jim lay on the bed in his underwear watching her closely as she undid the button at the back of her skirt and slid the zipper down. It dropped to the floor. She pulled her white, stretch lace top off, over her head, as sexily as she could. His eyes stayed locked on her clothes. It was then that she decided to risk the chance of an argument and test her observations.

 

"Come here." she commanded firmly.

He did, reluctantly sliding across the bed to stand next to her.

"Take of your underwear."

"Why?"

"I think you know."

"No I don't."

"I think you do." she said sternly. "Now take off your underwear and hold your arms out in front of you."

It pleased her when he did as she commanded, even if reluctantly. In the past he would have flown into a rage and threatened to strike her for using such a demanding tone. Tonya faced him, gaze locked on his, while she unfastened her bra. She took it off and slipped the straps up his arms. He was speechless and tried backing away to pull his arms out of the straps. Before he could she quickly slipped her arms slipped around him, locking him in her embrace so he couldn't back up and fastened the straps together. He was speechless. Tonya did the same with her garter belt. He didn't know what to do except stand there. She pushed him back, onto the bed. For the first time in their relationship, he was under her control and she loved it. It excited her. She stepped out of her panties, then slid them up Jim's legs. Tonya waited for Jim to stop her, but he didn't. He watched her in silence as she rolled her stockings down, one by one, then rolled them up his legs. She fastened the tops of the stockings to the garter belt around his waist. When she was finished, she was naked, and Jim was wearing her lingerie.

 

She could tell he was excited by the bulge in his panties. She sat down on the bed beside him and caressed his stocking clad leg. The bulge in his panties grew larger. She rolled over and straddled him. Reaching into his panties with one hand, she removed his penis, raised up, and lowered herself down onto it. His hardness slid slowly inside her and felt so good that an uncontrollable sigh escaped her lips. She had never been that turned on before. Controlling Jim excited her. It made her feel powerful. She gazed down, into his eyes. He was as turned on as she.

"From now on, you will wear my bras, garters, panties, and stockings beneath your clothes." she commanded as she raised up and down on him. "You will wear nothing else, or you won't get any more of this." She stopped suddenly. He moaned. "Do you understand?"

"Yes" he grunted, pleading with his eyes for her to continue.

She rode him for a few seconds longer, then stopped abruptly again. Again he moaned.

"As soon as we are done here you will shower and shave off all the manly hair from your body and keep your self soft and smooth. Am I clear?"

"Yes. Yes. Please Tonya. Anything." he said pleadingly.

"Good!" she smiled.

 

Five minutes later Jim was in the shower. When he came out his body was hairless, but he wasn't wearing Tonya's lingerie. Tonya smiled. The massive doses of hormones she was secretly feeding him were working. She had doubted they would. Feeling more confident, Tonya pushed Jim a little harder.

"Where are your bra, panties, and stockings?" she asked hotly.

"Tonya, I'm a guy. I can't wear your under things. Wearing your lingerie and shaving for you was exciting."

"We'll see how exciting you think it is after you've worn them every day for a few months like women do!" she barked, "Now get in there and put them on, and don't ever let me catch you wearing anything else."

"But, I…"

"Go!" she screamed.

Jim was surprised by the tears that swelled in his eyes. He was starting to cry and fought hard to control his emotions. Lately, he was a nervous wreck. He felt intimidated by the littlest things. Several times in the past month he found himself fighting back tears for no apparent reason. He went back into the bathroom and put Tonya's bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings back on. He felt ridiculous. That was the last night Jim wore male underclothes. Tonya stuffed all of his manly underclothes and socks into a bag and tossed them into the dumpster the next morning.

 

Tonya bought all new lingerie for herself the next day, giving Jim her old things. He complained about wearing the stockings and bra a few times when the temperature had climbed into the nineties. He said the bra was hot and the stockings made his legs sweat. Tonya didn't give in to his whining. She laughed. Men didn't have to put up with those things. It was funny to hear a man complain about them for a change. If women could stand it, so could he. She told him she had made an appointment to have his beard and moustache lasered off.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because, I don't like your beard. It's scratchy. You'd look better without it. Besides, you don't like shaving anyway."

He thought about it for a moment and agreed to have it done. Four laser treatments later and his facial skin was smooth, soft, and hairless. When it was done Tonya laughed to herself. Jim didn't know what he was in for. A smooth face was not all she wanted. Where she was leading him, there would be no coming back. Sooner or later he would realize what she was doing, but it would be too late. Controlling Jim, a man, turned her on and became an obsession. The more she did it, the more demanding she became.

 

Tonya expected Jim to resist when she suggested having his nose made smaller and eye brows arched by a plastic surgeon to make him cuter looking, but he didn't. He scheduled the appointments himself. The procedures were done on an out patient basis and the results were astounding. The changes, although minor, made him look perky, almost pretty. He just thought he looked cuter. Jim hadn't even noticed how his chest was starting to fill the thirty two B bra he had been wearing for the past several months. He had to massage his nipples because they felt sore and sensitive. As Tonya watched Jim getting ready for bed one night she couldn't help notice how much fuller his hips and thighs had become. From the neck down, with a bra and panties on, she would have sworn she was looking at another girl. Except for the slight bulge in the front of his panties. A bulge which grew smaller by the month. She giggled out loud about his shape. When he asked what she was giggling about she told him he had a sexy butt. Tonya replaced Jim's drab, old, manly wardrobe one item at a time. She was sick and tired of him looking like the bum he was. The new items were stylish and colorful.

"Hurry up. I want to see how nice you look." she called to Jim, who was trying on the latest new clothes she had bought for him.

She smiled with satisfaction when she saw him. He was wearing a pair of white, stretch, Capri jeans, mauve, stretch tee with a lace trimmed ballet neck line, and sandals. He said he didn't care for the scoop neckline or lace, and he questioned the short length of the Capri pants. He thought they made him look a little like a girl.

 

Tonya thought he was wrong. They made him look, just, like a girl.

"Turn around. I want to see you from behind."

Perfect she thought as he turned like a model. He filled the ladies Capri pants out better than most women would have and the stretch top showed his medium size breasts nicely.

"People will laugh when they see me dressed like this."

"Not after tonight, they won't." she assured him. "I've got a surprise for you."

He understood what she meant later that night after she washed, cut, colored, and styled his long, stringy hair.

"It's red!" he said aghast.

"And curly." she added. "It's cute! It's you!"

He was mildly horrified as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. An average looking, red headed girl stood, looking back at him. He looked like one of the many cute girls he would see at the mall. That wasn't bad, was it? He always liked how they looked. Now he looked like one of them. That was good. He liked cute girls. The more he looked at himself, the more he liked what he saw.

 

The only draw back of looking like a girl is, everyone started treating him like one. Everyone started calling him Ma'am instead of Sir. He'd catch other men checking him out as if he were a woman when he'd walk past. Women were catty towards him as women are towards one another. There was a good side to looking like a girl though. One night, while Tonya was out, he decided to see what it was like to wear makeup. He applied foundation, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, blusher and, raisin red lip stick, as he'd watched Tonya do a thousand times. Jim was speechless when he checked his finished look in the mirror. He had gone from pretty to beautiful in a matter of minutes, just by applying a little bit of makeup. The woman in the mirror was giving him a rock hard, hard-on. His lipstick coated lips felt sexy, as he slid them together. Then the bedroom door opened. Tonya stared at him from the doorway.

 

"Tonya!" Jim said, alarmed that she had caught him in the act of wearing her makeup.

"So, you want to play dress up and wear my makeup? Okay. There's nothing wrong with that, but here, let me help you." Tonya sounded angry, but really wasn't. In fact. She was elated. Jane had taken himself one more step closer to no return. She told him not to move a muscle and quickly went to her closet. Flipping quickly through her outfits, a little, black dress caught her eye. It was a long sleeved, black lycra, number with a low cut back. Jim had bought it for her, wanting her to wear it, but she wouldn't. She had told him it was too short. He didn't want to hear how short, tight, lycra dresses crept up and had to be constantly tugged down. Especially if you tried to sit in one, and you never, ever bent over unless you wanted your privates exposed. A thought made her smile. Since Jim liked the dress so much it would only be fitting that he wear it. He could find out first hand why most girls didn't like dresses like that one. She tossed it onto the bed. Jim recognized it immediately.

 

"Put it on."

Jim's eyes widened with alarm.

"Now, come on, Tonya. I was just…"

"It's Friday night. Since you're all painted up, we're going out. Now, put it on girlfriend!" she commanded.

Tonya turned back to her closet pulled out a wide, black elastic belt with a large brass sea shell buckle on it and tossed it onto the bed with the dress. Then she stooped down, dug into the back of the closet and tossed out a pair of five inch patent pumps.

"Now hold on, Tonya, I…" started Jim, but Tonya ignored him.

"The belt and shoes will look nice. Don't forget the black seamed stockings. We're going to have a good, old, girl's night out. Be ready in twenty minutes."

Tonya left the room in a flash, telling Jim he'd better be dressed by the time she came back.

He heard the apartment door close. Jim got a sick feeling in his stomach as he looked at the way-to-short dress laying on the bed. How could this happen? He just wanted to experiment with makeup a little. That's all.

 

He slipped out of his pant suit and into a pair of black, seamed, stockings. Then he held the dress up in front of him. He couldn't help thinking it probably wouldn't even cover his rear as he pulled the dress down over his head and wriggled into it. It was tight, like wearing a rubber band that covered his body. He was wrong about the length of the dress. It did cover his rear. Barely. The stretch belt pulled his waist line in a little more, making his hips and thighs look even wider than they were. He stepped into the pumps. They squished his toes and were tight, but they fit. The shoes felt like stilts. He closed his eyes and stepped in front of the dressing mirror on the closet door. When he opened them the sight of his reflection in the mirror caused him to stagger backwards a foot, almost falling because of the tall heels he was wearing. The woman in the mirror was hot. Real hot. She was dressed to kill. Her long legs looked even longer because of the short dress and high heels. She was the vision of every man's dream. Heck. He himself would take her home and do her in a second. Except for the fact that she was he. It would be awfully hard to do himself.

 

"Ooooo, weee, girlfriend! Just look at you. You'll have to fight them off with a stick. Who would have thought you'd make such a hot looking woman?"

"Tonya. I can't go out like this."

"Why not? You're the one who bought the dress. Remember how angry you got when I wouldn't wear it out?"

"But I'm half naked and when I walk it rides up. The tops of my stockings are showing as it is."

"I wouldn't worry about it. The guys won't mind."

"Well, I'm taking it off."

"Oh, no you're not!" spat Tonya. "We're going out tonight and you're wearing that dress. For the rest of the evening your name is Jane. Got that? Jane! Now grab your purse and move it lady."

Jane knew she meant business so he did as she said and accepted that he'd be Jane for the rest of the night. Tonya had to push Jane out into the hall of their apartment building. The meeker Jane became, the more dominant she became.

"Tonya!" exclaimed Jane in a hushed voice. "I can't go out like this! I'm a guy, not a girl."

"Guy? Guy?" laughed Tonya. "Have you seen yourself lately?"

Just then the elevator stopped at the ground floor and the doors opened. Jane caught his breath. Three men stepped forward to enter the elevator, but paused to let Jane and Tonya step off first.

"Ladies." one of the men said, motioning for them to exit. They did. Jane could feel their hot stares on his back and knew the men were checking the two women out from behind.

"Need I say more?" continued Tonya. "Those guys only saw two women. A drop dead looking red head and her girlfriend. Pretty girlfriend, I might add. We're going to have a blast. I'll show you how easy it is for a woman to get a man to buy her a drink. The Monte Crystal is just a short walk down the street."

 

Jane's heels clicked on the pavement as she walked. She envied Tonya who was wearing flats and slacks. Every guy that passed them gave Jane's long legs a lingering look. A couple of black men made comments about wanting those long legs wrapped around them. Jane felt like running and hiding, but doubted she could run in the heels and short dress anyway. She just bore the brunt of the comments and walked on, as any woman would do. Tonya laughed silently, barely able to contain herself. It felt fantastic to see a man in the same position she had found herself in many times. The pub was busy when they walked in. Jane couldn't help notice that most of the clientele were men, the majority of which couldn't take their eyes off of the two lovely women that had just entered. Jane and Tonya were fresh meat in a shark pool. Tonya quickly scanned the room and it's occupants, then proceeded over to a table by the back wall.

 

"Excuse me gentlemen but, are these seats taken?" Tonya asked two handsome men at a table.

There were other vacant tables available, but Tonya wanted to sit with the men. They looked Jane and Tonya quickly up and down, liked what they saw and jumped up to help the ladies with their chairs. Tonya slid into her seat with the grace of a cat. Jane tried to imitate her, but lacked the lifetime of experience. Minutes later the ladies had drinks in their hands, compliments of the men. They introduced themselves as Dan and Steve. They frequently came to town on business. Jane smiled and nodded a lot because she didn't feel comfortable speaking in a feminine voice. She let Tonya and the men do most of the talking and only spoke when spoken to. Steve, the tall, dark haired one, took a liking to Jane from the start. Steve kept staring at Jane's breasts and legs. It made Jane uncomfortable. At first she tried to pull her short, lycra skirt down lower, but quickly realized it was a losing battle and let it go. Within a few minutes the skirt was almost up to Jane's crotch, exposing the tops of her stockings and legs for all the world to see. Tonya was amused at his predicament and laughed to herself. A few hours later, after getting her fill of fun watching Jane squirm, she told the guys it was time they called it a night. She said they had to be up early for work the next day. The guys had wanted more from the ladies, but settled to walk them back to their apartment building down the street.

 

Tonya paused outside the door of their building to flirt with Dan before saying good night. Jane watched Tonya kiss Dan passionately. Tonya was taking advantage of the fact that, as a woman, her girlfriend, Jane was in no position to protest. Jane patiently played the role of a lady and tried to avoid getting to close to Steve, but Steve cornered Jane against the side of the building and kissed her full on. It was a warm, wet, French kiss. Jane resisted. The thought of kissing another man revolted him. Steve was persistent and continued to kiss Jane. With no other choice available, Jane gave in. She kissed Steve back. With an arm around Jane's waist, Steve pulled Jane's hips to him and gently ground their loins together. Jane was alarmed because, even though Steve was another man, she was actually getting aroused. Jane kissed Steve harder. Steve responded by putting his other hand on the back of Jane's head, crushing their open mouths together in a fit of passion. They were both panting hard with their bodies entwined when someone cleared their throat loudly. Jane realized she had lost control to her emotions and abruptly pushed away from Steve. She was bewildered by what had happened. Dan and Tonya stood watching. Both had a look of amusement on their faces.

"God, guys." Tonya said sarcastically. "Why don't you two get a room?"

They both laughed. Steve and Jane were embarrassed, but smiled.

 

Five minutes later Jane and Tonya were back in their apartment. Tonya laughed.

"Well, girlfriend. You sure made an impression on your first date."

"First? Last!"

"I'll tell you when it's your last, Jane, and it's far from the last. I decided I like you much better as Jane. I like rooming with a girlfriend. So, from now on you are Jane."

Jane wasn't in the mood to argue. She was confused. Never would she have kissed another man in the past. The fact remained. She had, and she had enjoyed it. There was no telling what would have happened had Tonya not interrupted. She didn't feel like fighting with Tonya so she headed straight for her bedroom.

"Good night Tonya. I'm a little tired."

"I would be too, after a kiss like that." Tonya taunted with a laugh.

Jane sat on the edged of the bed, still wearing the short, black dress and high heel shoes. She stared at her smooth legs, then into her open closet, filled with women's clothing. How, she wondered, had things gone this far. Basically, she was living as a woman. She even had breasts. The scary thing was, she liked them. Wearing a bra wasn't even that bad. She used to wonder what it would be like to wear one everyday. Now she knew. Like any other woman, she didn't really have much choice. Either she could wear the bra or bounce. Bouncing was much more uncomfortable. What really scared her was how she was starting to enjoy being a woman. She liked the feminine clothes, shoes, and makeup. She liked the way it felt to be dressed as a woman. Even more so, she enjoyed being treated as a woman. Jane kicked off her heels, curled up on the bed, and fell asleep.

 

Tonya woke Jane up early the next morning.

"Time for work sleepy head."

"Work? I don't work. I don't have a job."

"You do now. Starting today. A friend of mine runs the personnel department at Het's department store. She said she could use you in the cosmetics department. Be ready in an hour. I'll drop you off on my way to work."

Jane knew nothing about makeup, but was a fast learner. She had to wear a long, black, slinky jacket dress uniform, but that was okay, since all of the other girls in the department did also. She actually liked the job. All day long, when not waiting on lady customers, she would experiment on herself with all the different colors, shades, and types of makeup. Tonya secretly stopped by the store several times just to observe Jane from a distance. It always made her giggle to watch her. She would have never guessed that such a manly, man would love playing with cosmetics. She would come home in the evenings made up like a model. The girls in the department took turns experimenting on each other. Some times she would come home looking wild and exotic.

 

Over a year had passed since Jane took the job as a cosmetics girl. More than a year and a half had passed since Tonya had started feminizing him. At first it was to punish and humiliate him for all the times he did the same to her. Jane really wasn't female but, he might as well have been. Nobody could tell the difference anyway. The more she thought about it the more she wanted him to actually become a female. It would be the ultimate punishment she could dish out for him. He already met the requirement of living as a female for one year. Tonya started by making subtle suggestions to Jane about going all the way. She suggested she was incomplete and that she would never really feel normal until she did. Tonya suggested she start going to transsexual meetings to help her decide, knowing full well they would push her farther in that direction. Jane found himself on a roller coaster ride with no way of stopping it after the psycho therapy sessions started. Before she knew it, she was scheduled for SRS. Jane had the SRS. It only took a few months before for her to recover and was able to function sexually as a female. Her change from male to female was complete and Tonya was exuberant. She couldn't believe It excited her to the extreme to think she had the power to change a man into a woman, and had. Tonya wasn't quite finished with Jane. There was one final stroke she had fantasized about for some time.

 

Tonya arrived home early, before Jane, and went to her room. She laid out a short, red, leather skirt, matching waist jacket, and white silk blouse on the bed. Beside it she laid out a black lace garter belt, panty, and bra set and black seamed stockings. The thought of her wearing the outfit made her smile. Jane would be the center of men's attention where ever she went in it. Tonya was in the kitchen when Jane came in from work a short while later and went to her room to change.

"Tonya?" called Jane from the bedroom, "Why is this outfit on my bed?"

"Because we're going out tonight girlfriend. I thought it was time we celebrated your becoming a woman. Try it on and show me how it looks."

Several minutes later Jane called Tonya into his room. Jane was in front of the mirror trying to tug the hem of the skirt down when she entered the room, but couldn't. Leather doesn't stretch.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Do you look hot, or what?"

"I love it Tonya, but don't you think the skirt is a bit short?"
"Short? Nah. You're a full fledged woman now. You've got nothing to hide."

She laughed at the thought of Jane as Jim, with a vagina between his legs where his penis used to be. Jane used to be a big, strong male. Now, especially dressed as he was, he was just another pretty, frail female on the prowl. Jane objected to the outfit because of the short skirt and wanted to wear something else to go out and celebrate. Tonya wouldn't let her.

 

The hotel lounge was fairly full when the two ladies walked in. Jane drew more longing looks from the men in the room than Tonya.

"I feel like a piece of meat on display, Tonya." whispered Jane.

"You are, hon. You're a woman. There's no doubt about that. Especially the way you look in that outfit. Notice how the women give you a cold look when you smile at them. They hate women that look like you. And to think, not long ago, you were a man. To be more exact, a womanizer. The irony of it. You used to leer at women the way they are leering at you. Now that you're a woman, how does it feel?"

"Right now? I wish I was a man again."

"There's not much chance of that happening." giggled Tonya smugly.

For the first time, Jane sensed slight hostility in Tonya's voice. Someone slid their hand around Jane's waist and startled her. She spun around on her high heels, pushing the stranger's hand away at the same time.

"Ladies! We couldn't help notice you come in."

The man smiled a toothy grin at Jane. It was Steve. Dan was at his side. They were the two guys Tonya and Jane had met almost a year before.

"We've got a table over here. Please, join us" added Dan.

The fouresome made their way to a table in the back.

 

On the way a young man slid his hand slightly up Jane's skirt and between her legs from behind as they passed his table. Jane jumped with a start and slapped the man's arm away. Tonya had to stop Jane from assaulting the guy.

"You're a lady now, so act like one." she hissed. "Besides. You're no match for him. You might have been two years ago, but now, he'd kick your ass. Hell. Half the women in here could kick your ass, so ignore him and come on."

Jane did.

"Why didn't you tell me we were meeting Steve and Dan?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Congratulations. I'm surprised."

They sat down at the cocktail table with the men. Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of Jane. Dan was engrossed with Tonya. A short time later they moved to the hotel's dining room to have diner. Jane and Tonya giggled a lot, as most girls do when with men.

 

Jane hadn't seen Tonya slip the powder into her drink. She was too busy flirting like a school girl.

Excitement filled Tonya as Jane drank the last drop from her glass. Jane was shocked when Tonya leaned close and kissed her full on the lips in front of the guys. She let her lips gently caress Tonya's cheek as she moved her mouth slowly to Tonya's ear.

"This is where the real fun begins." she whispered, "Now that you are a female, just like me."

The men watched with interest. Bulges grew in their pants at the sight of two women being intimate together. Somehow, Jane couldn't recall how, they all ended up in Steve's and Dan's hotel room for night caps. Dan and Tonya were kissing. His hands were starting to wander all over Tonya's body. Jane drank more than one too many glasses of wine. Steve's tongue was suddenly in Jane's mouth, and like Dan's, his hands were all over Jane's body. Before Jane knew what was happening, her blouse and skirt were on the floor. The room spun wildly as she lay on her back upon the bed, only wearing her bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. Tonya was on the bed next to her with even less clothes on. Dan was between her spread legs, kissing her breasts. Tanya looked over at Jane and smiled. Steve gently pushed Jane's knees apart so he could kneel between them. Then he leaned over Jane and started sucking her breasts. The guys were going to screw the girls, side by side, on the same bed.

 

Jane felt as if she were dreaming. Steve's tongue sent shivers down Jane's spine as he played with Jane's nipples. A gentle moan drew Jane's attention to Tonya. She looked in time to see the rest of Dan's penis slide into Tonya's vagina. Tonya's eyes were closed. She was enjoying being screwed. Somehow it didn't seem right. Technically, Jane was Tonya's husband and she should be the one screwing Tonya. Instead, Jane was laying on her back next to Tonya watching some other guy screw his wife. Jane felt her legs being lifted above her head, but the room was spinning so much she didn't care. An instant later her knees were at her face. Steve had put Jane's legs over his shoulders to lift Jane's rear off the bed. Jane started to protest but her mouth was suddenly full of Steve's tongue. Her protest ended up sounding similar to Tonya's moan. Jane felt the head of Steve's penis pressing against her vagina. She tried to move her arms to push the penis away but found that Steve had pinned her wrists firmly to the bed. Steve pushed his penis against Jane's vagina repeatedly. Each time it's head slid a little deeper into Jane. Jane tried to protest again, but Steve was smothering her mouth with kisses. Jane's efforts to free her wrists only met with a stronger grip. She was trapped. Jane looked over at Tonya with pleading eyes. Tonya watched Steve slowly push his way inside of Jane with satisfaction.

 

Then Jane felt Steve's penis slide all the way in side of her. She was surprised. It actually felt good. Steve started pumping him, in and out. It felt better by the second. Jane found herself moaning like Tonya. Steve sucked on Jane's breasts as he thrust in and out. The combined sensation sent Jane into ecstasy. For the first time she realized, she was on the bottom where the woman should be. He was being screwed, just as Dan was screwing Tonya next to him. Steve started pumping Jane harder, getting ready to cum. Jane realized she was at the verge of climax also. The closer Steve got to cumming, the harder his penis got, and the hornier Jane got. Steve came hard, thrusting as deep into Jane as he could. Jane felt Steve's warm cum fill her and the excess running down her behind. That sensation pushed Jane over the edge. She came harder than she ever had as a man. Jane almost blacked out from the intensity. She moaned loudly several times, unable to control herself.

 

Steve rolled over, pulling Jane into a sitting position on top of him. Jane could only think of how good Steve's penis felt inside of her as she leaned forward and willingly kissed Steve.

she felt someone pushing something against her bum hole, which startled her. She tried to turn and look but Steve had his two fists full of Jane's hair, locking the two together in a frenzied French kiss. The object pressed harder against Jane's bum and then slid slowly in. It was hard, warm, and slippery. He realized it was Dan's penis which was covered with cum and Tonya's juices. It hurt a little, but with her mouth full of Steve's tongue, the only sounds she could manage were groans. Jane had two penis' inside her at the same time. One in her vagina and one in her bum. The two men pumped Jane simultaneously and Jane thought it felt incredible.

she could feel the two penises pressing against each other deep inside of her.

 

Steve released Jane's hair, breaking off the kiss. Jane was in doggie position on all fours. Her eyes were closed. She was just enjoying being screwed. She couldn't get enough. It just kept feeling good. Someone started French kissing her mouth again, but the lips and tongue were smaller and softer. She kissed eagerly back. Then she felt a pinch on her lower lip and tasted a trickle of blood. It hurt enough to bring Jane out of her ecstasy filled trance to see who had bit him. Tonya stood in front of Jane, beside the bed, fully clothed. Steve and Dan were picking up their pace, bouncing Jane up and down with their thrusts. Her breasts bounced in unison. A second later both men came inside of her. Tonya flashed Jane a sarcastic smile as she leaned close to her ear.

"Now, who's the Bitch?" she hissed with venom in her voice, then turned and left the room giggling. The hotel room door opened and closed.

Cum ran down the insides and backs of Jane's thighs. She struggled to free herself from Steve and Dan's grip to follow Tonya, but couldn't.

"Whoa now honey!" Grinned Dan from beneath Jane, "We're not through with you yet. We'll let you know when you can go."

They rolled her over and one started screwing her again while the other sucked on her breasts.

The events of the past year and a half flashed through Jane's mind in an instant. Emotions came flooded her. Tonya's words caused something to click, then she realized she had been had. Tears flowed from her eyes for having been so stupid and not having seen what Tonya had been doing to her.

 

Tonya laughed to herself as she started her car and drove home. She had completely and irreversibly turned her husband into a woman like her. Now he could be screwed at the drop of a hat, against his will like a Bitch, by any man who wanted to.

  

  

  

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