The Lion and the Lamb

by Jennifer White

 

Jason stared at the picture of the perfect female model on his computer screen. Her lingerie was the sexiest thing he had ever seen! If only his wife Susan would wear something like that, their sex life might be exciting. He loved his wife, but she was so boring. She only liked it one way, she never wanted to do anything but lay there, on her back, and let him have his way. But only a couple of times a week. If he was well behaved, and he was lucky.

No adventure. No game playing. Nothing different, nothing new. If he dared suggest they try something else, she might get all emotional, and spiral out of control, until she was crying, saying he must not love her anymore. So he felt stuck. She would never do what he wanted, and he had no say in the matter. She never even initiated things; it always had to be him. There was no fun for him in it, anymore.

If only Susan was like the girl on his computer! He sighed. If she caught him looking at pictures of other women like this, she'd go ballistic. He had to be careful not to get caught. He went back to look for another lingerie web site to search on. He found the next one, and clicked his browser over to it.

Wow! What a web site! This one blew away the last few, showing pictures that were so good, that they were beyond ridiculous. They were large, with great resolution, unlike some stores with grainy cheap looking photos. They were set in bedrooms with exciting decor, and the models were just awesome.

Jason stared at one picture in particular. It featured a knockout blonde. She was tall, thin, and gorgeous. Her hair was long and full; her face smiling, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, as if she was feeling so much pleasure that she couldn't stand it. She wore a red and black corset, with a ruffled fringe at the bottom. She had on dark sheer hose, held up with garter belts attached to the corset. Her feet were in black pumps with pointy toes and six inch heels.

He started at the picture, wishing that Susan would sometimes dress like that for him! He now noticed the caption below the picture, as he checked out the price. He licked his lips as he read what it had to say: "Turn her into a tiger. With this outfit on, your woman won't be able to help it. She'll go crazy with lust and desire, and she will have to have you. Now. Make her go wild. Buy this outfit today. (Warning: this product causes extreme sexual arousal)."

That did it. He was convinced. Jason clicked the button to add the outfit to his shopping basket. He went to check out, entering in his credit card information, and shipping address. he selected the option for rush delivery, even though it cost more. He just could not wait for the outfit to arrive! He'd give it to Susan as a present, then he could sit back and enjoy the ride...

 

* * *

 

When the box finally arrived, Jason was overjoyed. He had waited what felt like years, even though it was just two days. He took the box up to the bedroom, so he could make sure he got what he ordered. Then he'd wrap it up in a fancy box, and leave it on the bed for Susan.

Jason opened the shipping carton, and looked inside. There was a packing slip, which he checked out. Everything looked good. He opened the tissue paper below, and there it was. The outfit. The corset. The stockings. The garters. The shoes. Just like the girl in the picture.

He took out the stockings first. They were so soft, so sheer! His heart was racing, just touching them. He imagined her legs encased inside of them, and how wonderful and sexy they would look. Yes, these stockings needed to be on her legs. They would feel so wonderful.

His mind was suddenly filled with a notion that sent tingles up and down his spine. What would they feel like on *his* legs? Instead of her being wrapped in their sheer softness, what if *he* could feel that? The part of his brain that should have objected to wearing stockings didn't even respond, as if it had been switched off. It just seemed like a good idea to him. He *had* to wear them, in fact!

Before he knew what he was doing, Jason kicked off his pants, and hurried to pull up the silk stockings. They *did* feel so wonderful on his legs! They did make him feel so special. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed, and he smiled, as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

He wasn't even thinking as he removed his shirt, and pulled the corset out of the box. He slipped into it, and fastened it around him. As it constricted him, he was filled with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. He felt so excited, so aroused! Almost automatically, like the way you walk as you talk, he was attaching the garters. And now he slipped his feet into the pumps. He admired them, as he looked down at the pointy toes, poking out in front of him.

His feet were moving forward now. To Susan's makeup mirror. If his lips were dark red, like the model in the picture, he'd feel even *more* sexy. He put on foundation, blush, mascara, eye pencil, and lip gloss, without even thinking. He was touching up his nails now, after applying a bright pink polish.

He put a barrette in his hair, doing what he could with it to make it look nice. Now he slipped on a white frilly blouse, and buttoned it up. Along with a black skirt, he was fully dressed now, and feeling oh so excited! He strutted confidently over the dresser, and picked up his car keys. He had to get out of here. He needed somebody. Now. He was *so* aroused, he needed to find someone to satisfy him.

 

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Two hours later, Susan drove up to the house, returning from her shopping trip. She went inside and called for Jason, but he didn't answer. But she thought she heard something upstairs, so she went to check it out. The bedroom door was closed, but there was definitely a noise coming from there.

"Jason?" she said.

No reply. She shrugged her shoulders, and went to open the door. It *was* her bedroom. And she had warned him. So she walked right in. But what she saw made her stomach turn. She fell to her knees, and started to cry. There on the bed was a strange man... with Jason! And her husband was made up like a woman! He was dressed like a chick, and he was with another man. She felt completely crushed, as if her entire life up to this point had been a lie.

She got herself together, turned, and ran down the hall to the guest bathroom. There, she washed her face, and dried her tears. She was infuriated! Her shock was wearing off, and now her anger was taking over. She put her hands on her hips, and marched back into the bedroom.

"Get off my husband. Now" she said to the man.

He was surprised, not having noticed her before. He got off of Jason, who was still leaning over the bed. Now Jason stood up to face her.

"And what the h*ll do you think you're doing Jason?" she said loudly.

He just stared at her. Then he looked down at himself, as if he was just now catching on as to what he had been doing.

"I... oh no! What happened? How did I...." he stammered.

"Don't give me that crap!" she replied, walking over and slapping him in the face. "There is no excuse. You just cheated on me. With a man!"

The other man was hurrying to get his pants on. He grabbed his shirt, and ran down the hall, heading for the door. Susan let him go. She had more important things to worry about.

"Take a shower. Get out of that makeup. If you don't want to receive divorce papers by this afternoon, you'll come downstairs so we can talk."

With that, Susan left him. She went to the refrigerator, and got out the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. She poured herself a glass, and drank it fast. Then she had another, as she rehearsed over and over in hear head, what she'd say to her husband, when he came downstairs. She was furious! But the fury of a woman scorned was multiplied by *who* he had been doing it with. This hurt her more than if it had been with her sister! She was still fuming, when he finally arrived.

"Listen" he said. "You have to believe me! I don't know what happened. One minute I was getting ready to wrap up a gift for you, and the next thing I know, I'm in bed with... with..."

"With a man" said Susan, coldly.

"Yes" he replied, his eyes looking down to the floor.

"First of all" said Susan, "I don't know if we can stay together. I'm not going to even promise you that. You've never done anything like this before, at least not that I've discovered."

"No!" he interrupted. "This was the only time this has happened!"

"Or so you say. But you're not very trustworthy right now, are you?"

"No" he was forced to reply.

"And so, as I was saying, I don't know if we're going to stay together or not. And if you're sleeping with other men, you're certainly not going to sleep with me! So don't even think of us doing anything anymore. You're going to go out tomorrow and get tested, to make sure you're clean. You're not going to even share my bed or be allowed to touch me, until you show me that your doctor has given you a clean bill of health. Do you understand?"

"Yes" said Jason, as he still stared at the floor.

"I'm going to go stay with my sister for a while. I don't even want to be in the same house as you right now! I need some time to think about what I want to do, and about our future, if we even have one. Don't bother trying to call me. Don't do anything but think about what you did, and how much it hurt me. I'm going now. And I don't know if I'll ever be back."

Susan stormed out of the house. Jason couldn't help but to notice the tears in her eyes as she slammed the door.

 

* * *

 

The next week was agonizing for Jason. First of all, he had to wonder: why had he done it? He remembered looking at the lingerie he had purchased, then the next thing he knew, Susan had walked in on him. Where had the time gone in between? Why had he even done it? Jason was disgusted. He didn't like guys! He thought of himself as a normal man, attracted only to women. How had something taken over, and made him act like that?

And then there was Susan's silence. Not a word from her. How mad she must be! He could understand why she'd go ballistic like that. He deserved it, for what he had done to her. What a shock that must have been for her to see him like that! It was a shock for him too!

And so he could do nothing but to sit and stew, as he wondered what his wife was going to do about him. Would she leave him? Would she never speak to him again? He loved her, and he needed her. But now, it looked like he might lose her. He cried himself asleep every night, even when his test came back, showing that he was clean. He had never been so upset before, in all his life.

 

* * *

 

It was over a week later, when Susan finally returned home. Jason had been cleaning the house, trying to make everything spotless, so when she returned, she'd be pleased. He had vases of her favorite flowers set out, in hopes she'd like that too. He in the livingroom, dusting the shelves, when she walked in.

"You're quite the little homemaker now, aren't you?" she said with a sneer.

"I wanted everything to look nice for you..." he said, before she cut him off.

"Be quiet!" she snapped.

Jason had never heard her speak to him with such authority before! His voice stopped in mid sentence, as if an iron grip held his mouth shut.

"Sit down" she said.

Immediately, he found himself seated. She kept standing there, looking down on him. Jason felt scared for some reason. Why was she being like this? He thought she'd want to talk. He wondered why he was doing what she ordered, so easily. But he didn't think about it too much; at least his Susan was back!

"I have decided that if you're going to *act* like a woman, then you need to dress like one. Go take a shower, and shave off all your body hair. Now!"

Jason ran up the steps as fast as he could to the bathroom. He ran the shower, and jumped in. Why did she want him to shave his body hair? He didn't question her; he just did it. He needed to get back in her good graces. He would play her little game, to make her happy. Almost before he knew what he was doing, Jason was toweling off, all his body hair now removed. His chest was smooth, as were his legs. The hair under his arms was gone.

"Come in here, now" said Susan

He walked into the bedroom, still naked. He was surprised to find that she had changed clothes. She was wearing one of his business suits, including a red tie. For some reason, it kind of turned him on.

"Put these on" she said, handing him a pair of sheer nylons. He slipped one onto his right leg, and the other one onto his left. They were dark, with lacy elastic at the top to hold them up.

"Now put on your bra" she said, handing him a black lacy one. He put it on, fumbling with the straps in back, before getting everything fastened up just right. He just stood there, not speaking, as Susan slipped a pair of silicon breast forms into his bra, making it look like he had boobs.

Next, she put a garter belt around his waist, and attached it to the nylons. Then she handed him a pink top. It was made out of a soft, shiny fabric, with little straps going over the shoulders. The front was bunched up, which had the effect of making his fake boobs look even bigger.

Then she handed him a purple skirt. It was very soft and flowing, and it came down to just the top of his knees. He felt really strange wearing all of these female clothes! But he didn't dare protest. Not now.

Susan pointed to the chair by her makeup mirror.

"Sit" she said, forcefully.

Jason scrambled over to the chair and sat. He didn't move a muscle or protest as she applied all sorts of cosmetics to his face. It was really weird for him to see himself with bright red lips, or with such long dark eyelashes. The eye makeup even made his eyes look alluring! But he just sat there, as she teased his hair, and put two small barrettes into it, with pink and yellow butterflies on top.

As a finishing touch, she put a necklace on him. It was a silver heart, with red gems around it. He had given it to her on their honeymoon. Now *he* was wearing it. He just stared at himself, as she got down, and put high heel shoes onto his feet. He wondered where she had bought a pair big enough for him. They certainly weren't hers!

 

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

"I am your woman" he said, much to his amazement. Why would he say that? For the first time, Jason was very troubled. This was all wrong! How had he let her do this to him? A wave of panic spread over him, as he realized that for the past hour, he had been doing what Susan wanted, as if his mind had been switched off. It was like she had been *controlling* him!

He looked at himself in horror. He looked like a woman now, with all the makeup and the clothes. And she was dressed up in a man's outfit!

"Put on your nailpolish, dear" she said.

Jason really freaked out now, as he calmly opened the jar, and started to brush it onto his fingers. Why was he doing this? He didn't want to wear nail polish! He had to stop this! She was trying to turn him into a woman! Why weren't his hands obeying his mind? Why was he still applying it, now to his left hand?

As Jason held his hands in the air, fingers apart, letting the polish dry, Susan walked around him, like a cat stalking it's prey. She didn't talk; she just stared at him. When her eyes met his, he felt that he had to look away from her. He couldn't take looking right into her eyes.

"When I was at my sister's house" she said, "I looked online at our credit card bill. I wanted to see if you had been doing any unusual things, leading up to what you did last week. I found an interesting online purchase you made. And so I checked out the web site. You wanted to have me wear something that was going to make me want to do you all the time? You wanted to control *me*?"

"It's not like that" he said defensively. "I mean, I wanted to spice things up a little, and...."

"Silence!" she roared. His mouth clamped shut.

"I found something interesting on that web site for myself. Something that promised that *I* could take control of things. I'll show you what I bought."

Susan reached down and unzipped the fly on the suit pants. Then she reached inside, and fumbled around to find the flap in the boxers she wore underneath. Then she eased something out of the hole. Something long and flesh colored. Jason gasped as he realized what it was: she was wearing an ultra-realistic looking strap-on!

"That's right dear" she said. "Now *I* wear the pants in the family. I will be the man of the house from now on. And *you*, well I guess that makes you the housewife."

Jason shuddered all over. No! He didn't want to be a woman!

"And now that I have one of these between my legs, I've been having new urges. I want you baby. All the time! Get down on your knees, and suck me babe. Get me good and wet, so I can slip myself into you."

 

Jason's mind was beyond panic now. Ever fiber of his being told him 'no'! He tried to stand his ground, and to remain seated, instead of getting down on his knees in front of her.

"You want me" she said.

He could hear the words echo in his head over and over, until he believed them. He *did* want her! But if he did what she wanted, it would be like giving up his manhood. It would be like letting himself become a woman! He couldn't let her do that to him! He struggled with all his will, to remain seated.

Susan scowled. She raised her voice, and in an angry tone, she said "Get on your knees!"

The words carried such force! Her voice sounded so deep! The dark bass tones of her voice hit him like a sledgehammer. His wife, talking in the deepest, most forceful voice imaginable! The words echoed in his mind. On your knees. On your knees.

Jason was shaking as he rose for a moment, then slowly lowered himself in front of her. His jaw was clenched as he tried with all his might to resist her. But slowly, her will inched him towards "the position" in front of her. When his knees touched the ground, she was right there, inches away. He was looking up at the strap-on dld that was poking out of her pants. He would have screamed if he could of.

"Suck me. Now" said Susan, in the deep, deep voice.

Jason could offer no resistance, even though this was the worst thing in the world he could imagine. He opened his mouth, and reached out with his hands to guide her big dld into his mouth. As it slid in, he felt his will slipping away. He felt less and less able to even *think* what he wanted. Susan was really taking control now. Her thoughts were starting to enter his mind!

"Your name is Melissa now" said Susan's deep voice. "And you will think of yourself as a woman from now on."

In Jason's mind, the word "Jason" was rapidly losing all meaning. That name had no association with him. That was someone else. He was Melissa. That was his name. The only name he would respond to. Melissa. He was Melissa now.

Melissa. A woman's name. Perfect, since he was a woman. Yes. She was Melissa. She was a woman. Susan's woman. That was who she was.

"You want me Melissa" said Susan. "You want to make love to me all the time! You live to serve me, and to please me. Now lay down, and spread your legs for me, so I can show you what it feels like to really be a woman."

*Melissa* got on the bed, on *her* back, and spread her legs wide. She was right on the edge, so that Susan had access to her 'special place'. Susan looked down at the dld, which was dripping wet from drool. It was ready to go into Melissa.

"As I put myself into you" she boomed, "you will know that I am your master. You live only to serve me. Your only thoughts will be of how you can please me, serve me, and do my bidding. You are mine now. You are my woman. You are Melissa. You are *mine*."

The deep voice resounded in Melissa's head. The big strap-on dld pushed up inside of her. She was overwhelmed with pleasure, as she took it in. With every millimeter that it went further inside of 'her', the more that Susan's will filled her head. Melissa couldn't think anything now, except for what her master had ordered. She felt overwhelmed with the pleasure of being Susan's toy, her servant, her plaything.

"Tell me how much you like me doing this to you" whispered Susan.

"You're so big!" said Melissa. "It feels so good! F*ck me harder! I'm your woman! Oh Susan, I love you so much! I am yours. Please let me serve you! You are everything to me! You're so big! Oooooh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

* * *

 

That night, Melissa went to bed wearing one of Susan's old T-shirts. It read "I think about boys 24x7" across the area that was raised up by her fake boobs. But she didn't care; she didn't think anything of it. She thought of herself as a woman now.

"Tomorrow, you'll start taking hormones, so you can start to look and feel more feminine" said Susan, her words going right into Melissa's brain, programming. Of course, you'll get a bb job soon too. Tomorrow, we'll go out shopping so you can buy a few maid's outfits for yourself, and lots of pretty clothes. I think I'll have you put on your sexy lingerie for me too. You're going to be my slave from now on. You are all *mine*. You will obey me in all things."

"Yes" said Melissa, her hand gently stroking Susan's strap-on, as if it was real. "I will do anything for you, my master."

"Good girl" she said, smiling. "Good girl."

And they all lived happily ever after.

  

  

  

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