The Older Sister

by Jennifer White

 

I bowed my head, defeated. I had no argument left. She was right, and I was wrong. My wife, Samantha, had caught me again surfing the web, downloading porn star movies. What can I say? I'm a guy, and when you can have access to pictures of perfect babes with huge breasts and flawless bodies, how can you *not* want to do it?

"You think I'm ugly. I'm not good enough for you, so you need to look at *them*" said Samantha.

She had already won the argument, but she kept going on and on. As usual.

"I'm sorry" I said yet again. "I won't do that anymore. I promise."

"You had better not, because this is the second time you said you'd stop, but what do I find when I get home today? You so engrossed looking at those sick pictures, that you don't even notice me arriving home. Humph! Typical. You never notice me anyway. You're so into all that sleazy stuff that....."

Her words just blended into a constant stream of noise. It didn't matter exactly *what* she said. Just from the tone of her voice, I knew that it was one knock against me after the other. If I interrupted her, I'd get blasted for not listening. But if I didn't say anything, she'd yell that I'm not communicating. How can you 'communicate' when you're getting beat up verbally like that, with no chance to fight back?

I hung my head down low. As I said, I was defeated.

 

* * *

 

"Bob?" said Samantha.

"Yes dear" I replied.

"Well I was talking to my sister Amber yesterday, and she was telling me about her vacation plans, and....."

Blah, blah, blah. It was a few weeks since our fight, and I was still walking on egg shells. I was trying my best to get back on her good side, but she was still so bitter that she was still holding out on me in bed. And I was getting really frustrated with everything.

On the surface, I had a great life. I ran my own business out of my home. I had a beautiful wife. I had two fine cars. I had a vacation home out east. I seemed to be a success on ever level, yet I was miserable. There was no escape for me.

"Are you listening?" she said, cutting off my train of thought.

"Yes, I am" I replied.

"So you don't mind if she stays with us, instead of renting a hotel?"

 

Oh boy, now I had done it. By not paying attention, I was going to really get it now. I absolutely despised Samantha's sister, and she felt the same about me. When we announced our engagement, she cornered me, and chewed me out, telling me that I wasn't good enough for her sister, and that she deserved someone better.

This coming from a woman who rarely has a job, and loves to mooch off of others. The last time she came to 'visit' for a few days, it turned into a few months. Staying at my house. Driving my BMW. Eating my food. Drinking my wine. Sleeping in until after noon. Yet if I dared criticize her, Samantha was quick to jump in to defend her.

I *really* didn't want Amber to visit us. But now I had no choice. I hadn't said 'no', so Samantha was taking that as a 'yes'! And with our fragile truce, I didn't dare make a big deal about this. So I caved in. I admit it: I was p-whipped.

"She can stay with us" I said. "For her two weeks of vacation."

I explicitly said 'two weeks', trying to put a limit on how long she'd stay this time!

"Oh thank you Bob" said Samantha, giving me a hug.

Feeling her warm sexy body pressing into mine, and with the length of time it had been since we had made love, I responded by immediately getting hard.

"Oh, someone's excited" she said, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"You bet I am" I replied, putting my arms around her.

She let herself melt into my arms, and for the first time in quite a while, we had a real kiss. Before I knew it, we were heading to the bedroom, where I was finally able to get some release and some satisfaction in bed.

 

* * *

 

I stared at my computer screen, and thought about it again. Here it was, 10:00 in the morning, and I finally had my chace. Samantha was at work all day today. She only went in part time, but today was going to be a full eight hours, because she said they had a meeting coming up with an important client.

And since noon was still hours off, that meant that her sister Amber would still be sleeping lazily in our guest room. Plus, after she woke up, she'd need to shower and fix her hair before she came downstairs. I figured that at the worst, I had three hours to do as I wished.

My home office was on the first floor. It could have been a den, but I set it up as an office. My only regret was that there wasn't a door to close it off for privacy. That's how I had been caught by Samantha. I had my back to the open doorway, so she had been able to sneak in behind me.

But now, I didn't need to worry. I opened up my web browser, and started to hit some of my favorite sites on the web. It had been months, so there was so many new movies and picture series to choose from! I gleefully started downloading gobs of them in the background, as I watched the first of the movie clips. Just in case, I kept the sound down really low, but I could relax now, and truly enjoy it.

Half an hour flew by in what had seemed like seconds. I felt so fired up from watching the videos! I had missed watching them more than I realized. I was watching a truly fantastic display of female flesh, with two blonde hotties kissing each other, then starting to undress each other. Now naked, they started to do each other, first with pink plastic dildos, then with their mouths! One was on top of the other, with their heads going different ways, so that they were both licking each other at the same time! I nearly came in my pants.

 

"Now that's just sick" said a voice behind me.

Now I nearly s**t my pants. I felt the blood drain from my face (and from between my legs), as I turned around to see Amber standing there, with her hands on her hips.

"Amber, you shouldn't be in here. This is my office" I said.

Yeah, it was stupid, but I was too flustered to say anything smarter.

"Samantha told me all about your nasty habit" she said. "She told me how you promised her to stop doing it, forever. But I guess that seeing those girls is more important to you than she is. When I tell her, you're going to be dead meat."

"No!" I said. "You can't tell her!"
"Oh, I will" she said, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "I've been waiting for a chance like this for quite some time. I'll tell her all about you, and she's going to be steaming mad. By this time tomorrow, you'll have her divorce papers. I'm pretty sure she'll get to keep the house and the BMW, since she'll have good grounds for the divorce."

"Please Amber" I said. "Please don't do this."

"I wonder if she can get a controlling interest in your business too, since you put it in her name, for tax purposes. Maybe she'll let *me* run it for her. I can be your boss. Won't that be fun?"

"Amber, you can't do this!" I said, now feeling a complete panic and hysteria. I was used to being in control of everything. This was quite upsetting! She looked at me, as if she was sizing up the situation. I was holding my breath, and I could feel my heart beating. I could hear it in my ears.

 

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself" she said, which sent a gushing feeling of relief right through me.

"Thank you..." I started to say, but she cut me off by holding up her hand.

"I will give you a chance, but there is a condition. You will agree that you are *mine*, and you will do *everything* I say, without argument, without question, without hesitation."

Now I felt even worse. Not only had I lost control of the situation, but now I was going to have to give up completely control, over to Amber, who I hated! It was awful feeling powerless. But to have *her* be the one I to whom I was conceding power over myself.... that just made it all the worse. I was actually trembling! Me!

 

"Okay" I said. I didn't have a choice. I *had* to agree.

"Get down on your knees, and swear to me" she said.

I bent down first on one knee, then on both. Now I was looking up at her, and that just added to my growing feeling of weakness.

"I swear" I said.

"Swear that you are mine, and that you will do whatever I tell you, no matter what."

"I swear" I said. "I am yours, and I will do whatever you tell me, no matter what."

"Very good" said Amber, with an evil smile on her face. "I own you now. Before we begin, let me just remind you that if you don't obey me completely, I will not hesitate to tell Samantha all about you. If you argue or delay when I give you an order, even once, then the deal is off. Don't make me have to ruin your life."

I nodded solemnly.

"No matter how bad my orders may seem, no matter how humiliating or embarrassing, they will pale compared to what will happen if you don't fully comply. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I said.

"Good. Now get back in your chair, and pull up for me a picture of your ultimate favorite porn star."

"What?" I said, shocked. "Really?"

I thought she was going to tell me to do something embarrassing. I was glad to do this! I went to my bookmarks, and pulled up an image of the one woman who was by far, the best of them all (at least to me!). Her name was Tiffany. Tiffany Twinkle. And when I say she was flawless, I meant really flawless.

Where can we start? The perfect long, full blonde hair? The sparking eyes? The face with the perfect skin, the arched eyebrows, and the cutest little nose you've ever seen? How about her body, with not one once of fat in it. She had such a hard flat tummy, perfect curves, and in all the right places. Her legs were long. Her chest was to die for. Even with Amber watching over me, I couldn't help but to feel my heart melt as I saw her perfect image.

 

"Tiffany, huh?" said Amber. "Yes, she'll do perfectly."

"For what?" I asked, unsure of what she meant.

"I'm going to break you of your online habit, forever" she said.

"How are you going to do that?" I replied.

"Simply. I'm going to turn *you*, into *her*."

"Say that again?" I said. "I didn't understand you."

"Yes you did" replied Amber. "I am going to remake you today. And when you are done, you will become Tiffany. I'm going to turn you into a woman."

 

Now I felt true fear for the first time in my life. My stomach got tight, in a knot so hard that it hurt. My pulse raced even more. I felt an adrenaline surge, and the primal "fight or flight" instinct kicked in. But I couldn't fight her. If I hit her, she'd go to the cops on me. And I could never hit a woman, even her. So that option was out.

But I couldn't flee either. Where would I go? I was trapped. There was nothing I could do.

"Look at her perfect smooth body" said Amber. "But you have that nasty hair all over yourself. That is the first thing we need to fix. Go take a shower. Use *my* bathroom. You'll find a tube of hair removal cream on the counter by the sink. Put it on all over yourself, and let it go to work. Read the directions. After you shower, you'll have nice soft smooth skin, *Tiffany*."

I swallowed hard.

"Yes, you're Tiffany now, and you had better get used to your name. Tell me that you are Tiffany."

"I am Tiffany" I said, my voice cracking.

"Tell me that you are a woman" she said next.

"I.... I am a woman" I replied.

"Good Tiffany. I'm glad you understand. Now go on, and get rid of that hair!"

My legs felt *so* heavy as I walked up the stairs, and into the guest bathroom. I resented it how she called it 'hers'. It was *mine*, and she was just a guest at *my* house! But now here she was, ordering me around, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I read the directions on the cream, and started to rub it in all over. It stunk. I hated that smell! I put it all over my legs, my arms, my chest, and my shoulders (which had some hair growth). The tube said not to use it under your arms because you could get irritated. So I was going to have to *shave* there, which was equally scary.

I stood there, shivering in the cold, wondering what I was going to do, and just how far Amber was going to try to take this. What exactly was she going to do to me? I was frightened to the core! I turned on the water to let it get hot, and looked at the ominous pink shaver in the white hanging basket on the wall of the shower.

I stepped in, and let the hot water run all over me. As the stinky white cream came off my body, so did my hair. There was already a small mound of it collecting on top of the drain, and a constant stream of more hair coming off of me, joining it as it flowed down.

After a few minutes, I was nearly hairless. Now I had to shave under my arms. I took the pink shaver, and went to work. I had so much hair there, and it was so thick, that I couldn't do a full stroke. The blades would get all clogged up with hair, and I'd have to hold it under the shower stream to clean it out so I could hack at myself again.

It must have taken ten minutes to completely remove the hair under both of my arms. I looked down at myself, and it felt *so* weird and intimidating. I washed up all over with Amber's pink bar of soap, trying to get rid of that smell from the cream, which was still hanging in the air. Of course, that just got the smell of flowers on me, so that my skin was soft, and smelled like a chick's. Great.

I wasn't quite done in the shower, when Amber barged into the bathroom. I could kind of see her through the glass, which was all steamed up, but of course, that made it blurry. I did see her take my clothes off the floor, and put something onto the counter.

"You won't be needing these anymore Tiffany" she said, tossing my clothes into a garbage bag. "We will dress you up in a new outfit. You'll find your panties and your bra on the counter here. Put them on, and meet me in my room."

I swallowed hard. I was going to have to wear panties and a bra now. Great. Just great.

"Oh, and I noticed in that picture on your computer that Tiffany has just a small rectangle of hair between her legs. You need to shave yours to match it. You better not have a full bush when you get out of that shower. Make it nice and neat, just like hers."

Now I had to shave myself between the legs. Again, I had a full bush of hair, and it took a lot of work to trim it down. It was really scary to be wielding a razor blade so close to what I had between my legs. I felt so small, so terrible that Amber was manipulating me, making me do all of this.

 

 

I got out of the shower, and dried myself off. It felt really weird to have smooth skin, with no hair. It was like my skin felt so sensitive! Every touch was foreign. But if I thought the feel of a soft towel on bare skin was foreign, it was nothing compared to the feeling of pulling panties up my legs for the first time. They were so much snugger than my boxers, with no room at all in the crotch. They were white, with a silverish tinge of color. And they were silky feeling, unlike the plain cotton of my boxers. I was used to underwear that came down a ways, but they were cut like a bikini bottom, and I felt so silly in them. But at least they covered up my pubic hair, which was now trimmed into a small, neat rectangle. I didn't want anybody to see that!

And then, there was the bra. I touched it, not wanting to put it on. But I knew I had to. I put my arms through the loops, and tried to reach around behind to grab the strap. It took at couple of tries before I snagged it. Then I had to try to get the other one with my left hand. I finally got both of them, and tried to hook the two little hook thingies into the loops on the other side.

But I discovered that I had made a mistake: I had the stupid thing on inside out! I had to take it off, and start all over again. I noticed that on the outside of the bra, there was this little white bow. So *that* is what it was for, so you could tell which side went out.

I put my arms through the hoops again, and struggled to grab the flaps behind me. Then came the hard part: hooking them up. I was afraid that I'd get something twisted, and have to start over again, so I tried to watch what I was doing in the mirror, but that almost made it harder. Plus, it was terrible having to see my own image, with panties on, trying to put on a bra.

Finally, with my mission accomplished, I stared at myself. And I felt completely foolish. I shouldn't be wearing panties and a bra! This was all wrong! What if someone saw me like this? I felt like dying, right then and there. But there was only one thing I could do: swallow my pride, and report to Amber's room. Can you imagine how hard it was to walk out of the bathroom, and to go stand before my sister-in-law, wearing only a bra and panties?

It was hard opening that door! And harder to take my first step outside into the hall. I got really scared that Samantha might see me, although there was no chance she'd be home yet. But I felt really paranoid about someone seeing me! So I almost ran to get into her room.

"I'm so glad you're eager to continue your transformation, Tiffany" she said, upon seeing me hurry into her room and shut the door behind me. What had I gotten myself into? I looked around, and saw that Amber had printed out a color picture of Tiffany Twinkle from my computer, and had it taped to the mirror on the dresser.

"Now lets see" said Amber. "You both are named Tiffany. You are both women. You both have nice, smooth skin. What does *she* have, that you don't? Oh, I know! She's got boobs."

 

Tiffany had the most awesome breasts I had ever seen. They were shaped just right, slightly upturned, full and ripe. Under a dress or a sweater, they made you say wow. In a bikini, they seemed to be about to burst out. And with nothing there to hide them, they were a sight to behold! But they were nothing to joke about. I didn't like Amber's tone of voice, one bit.

Amber pulled open a drawer of the dresser, and removed a white box. She opened the box, and pulled out something. My eyes were popping out of my head. It looked like a women's breast. I gasped as she pulled a second one out. They were realistic looking, including a dark ring of color at the end, along with a nipple that stuck out alarmingly.

"Here's your boobs Tiffany" she said. "Put them in, so that you fill out your bra."

 

My hands were trembling as I picked them up. I was surprised at how much they weighed. They jiggled a little as I moved them. They were realistic, except that they were cold, and a little too smooth and perfect for it to be real skin. I kind of froze as I held them in my hands.

"Don't you want to look great in your blouse?" asked Amber. "Go ahead Tiffany. Put your boobs in."

I pulled the material of my bra (my bra!!) aside to put the fake boob in. But it wouldn't fit. It was too big, and the bra didn't give enough. I was going to have to take it off, in order to get the boobs in, they were so big. I reached behind, and tried to undo the hooks. It was hard to get off! How did women do this every day?

Amber laughed as I struggled. Finally, I got one hook out, and then another. I took the bra off, and picked up the fake breasts.

"Oh wait, there is some glue that comes with them, that you're supposed to put on so they don't move."

She put the glue on the back of the boobs, and pressed them into my chest. I put the bra back on, then I reached behind, and it only took me three tries this time to get the stupid thing hooked up.

"Don't worry Tiffany" said Amber in a reassuring tone. "Most girls have some trouble when they first wear a bra. But in time, you'll get good at it."

This was one thing that I certainly did *not* want to get good at! And now, I was blushing bright red. If I looked down, not only did I see a bra, but a bra that was full to the bursting point. You could even see it poking out in the front from the nipples. The fabric was white and glossy with a lacy pattern, with touches of soft shimmery pink. I felt so intimidated by it! And now I looked in the mirror, and saw myself with 'boobs'. I felt sick. How could that be me in the mirror?

I could feel the boobs rubbing against the inside of my arms. It felt so *wrong*. As I looked at myself, it suddenly hit me: these weren't things that would just be laying around. Amber had been *planning* on catching me. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing: she had been planning on this all along! I was in for more than I had bargained for. My mind raced as I thought of the implications.

"Your boobs are very nice Tiffany" said Amber. "Tell me that you love having big boobs."

"I love having big boobs" I said, in almost a whisper.

"No" she said. "Say it again, like you *mean* it."

"I love having big boobs" I said again, trying to sound convincing.

"That's much better. You made me believe that you *do* love having boobs" she said.

Great. Just great.

 

"Now lets get you dressed up a little more. You look cold. I can see your nipples are erect" said Amber.

She now went to her closet, and pulled out a few things. For me.

"Put this on first" she said to me.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a garter belt, to hold up your stockings."

This wasn't just a thin belt; it was over six inches wide at the narrowest point. Where the belts hung down to attach to the stockings, it was even wider. So it curved gracefully in between. It was meant to sit on a woman's hips and show off her curves, but of course I didn't have curves. So the top was very tight on my stomach.

The 'belt' was made of the same glossy and lacy pattern as the bra and panties were, with the same glossy pink shimmer. The four little belts themselves were also pink. I stared at myself, as she now handed me a pair of silk stockings to put on. The stockings were sheer, with just a shimmer of pink in them. Their tops were four inches wide, with the same lace as the other items in my lingerie set.

Amber showed me how to pull up the stockings without making them run, and then how to attach them to the garters to hold them up. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I felt even worse now. The stockings felt so weird on my legs! I felt all constricted between them, the garter belt and the bra. The garter belt looked downright scary on me. The way it arched to reveal the panties underneath in the center was bad enough. But the way it curved at the hips made my legs look more feminine somehow. I froze, as Amber came from behind me, and put a wig on my head.

I now had long blonde hair. I sat to the seat she pointed at, and I let her work on me, without protest. She attached the wig to my head, so it wouldn't fall off. She did something I couldn't see to my eyebrows. And then, she started with the makeup.

"In your picture, you've got lots of makeup on. So we'll need to do the same to you right now" she said.

I had of course seen Samantha put on her makeup a million times. And I knew the names of some of the things she had. But I had no idea what she was doing to me. She put all sorts of powders on my face, and used pads, brushes, pencils and such on me. She put something around my lips with a pencil thing, and then something that was like painting my lips.

When I saw myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe it. With all that makeup, I didn't recognize myself. My lips were so lush, shiny and red! And my eyes! I had long lashes, and all sorts of makeup on my eyes, so that I couldn't even recognize them. I was stunned, and just stared at myself as Amber sprayed me with smelly perfume.

 

Next, she handed me a skirt. It was very feminine looking. It was white with pink and purple stripes running through it. The skirt was tight on me, and didn't even come down to my knees. I was shaking as I stepped into it and pulled it up. Next, she had a top for me that was pink and glossy. There were little tiny straps that went over my shoulders, and didn't even hide my bra straps. It was low cut, so that most of my bare chest was exposed. As a final touch, there was a jacket that matched the skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I felt completely crushed. I felt like she *was* turning me into a woman.

She now went to her closet and returned with a shoe box.

"For you, Tiffany" she said.

I opened the black box, and peeled back the tissue paper. There, in the box, was a pair of sleek pink high heel shoes.

"I think they'll fit you. That's the largest size I could find, honey" she said.

I removed them with a trembling hand, and put them on. I had to really squeeze them on my feet, because they were kind of tight. A shoe made for a woman's foot was kind of narrow for me! I stood up, and at first I teetered a bit. I wasn't used to a shoe with a high heel. How did women move around gracefully in these things?

Amber made me practice walking back and forth, then sitting down.

"Remember to cross your legs like I showed you" she said. "A woman always keeps her knees together when she sits. We don't want a man to peek up our skirts, do we?"

"No!!!" I said.

That would be just about the worst thing that could happen now, to get a man ogling me!

 

Next, Amber gave me a purse, and taught me how to hold it. With the purse slung over my shoulder, I continued to practice walking, standing and sitting, for half an hour, with her giving me constant instruction and pointers.

"Very good Tiffany" she said at last. "You're starting to move gracefully, like a ballerina. Now we're ready."

"Ready for what?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"To go out. Follow me."

"Where are we going?" I asked, really frightened. I didn't want anyone to see me like this! I couldn't go out in public dressed up as a woman!

"It's a surprise" she said. "Just get in the car, and let me drive."

 

I got in the car with her, and she pulled out her cell phone as she drove the car down the street.

"Hi, its Amber" she said into the phone. "We just left. We'll be there in ten minutes. Okay, thanks sweetie."

"What was that?" I said, impatient to know where she was taking me.

"They're all ready for our appointment" she replied, but she refused to tell me more.

 

We pulled up at a strip mall, and she turned to me. I saw her reach into her purse, and pull out the picture of Tiffany Twinkle that she had printed out.

"See how you have long nails in the photo? We need to fix that."

I got out of the car with her, and followed her into a nail salon.

"Hi Betsy, this is my sister in law Tiffany, who I told you about."

"Hi there Tiffany" said Betsy, the nail technician. She had short black hair, and she looked very glamorous. She led me to her work station, and started to chat with me as we sat down.

"Amber said you wanted nail extensions, and then we'll pick out a pretty color for you. I like your makeup. Your eyes are very pretty."

"Thank you" I said, trying to make my voice sound feminine. I was *so* afraid that one of the women in the shop would know I was really a man. I felt like everyone was staring at me. And it felt like they all had x-ray vision, and could see right through me. I had never been so scared in my entire life.

"Your cuticles are a mess! You really need to take better care of your nails" said Betsy, as she worked on my fingernails with some sort of metal tool. Then she did some filing and buffing, before she was ready to apply the nail extensions.

When they were on, she filed them into ovals, and then she was ready to paint them. I felt so *weird*, with a woman holding my hand, putting bright red nailpolish onto long nails at the ends of my fingers! She put on a couple of coats, and then a clear sealer. I held my hands under a dryer, waiting for the last coat to set. I looked over at Amber, who was having her own nails done.

We walked out of there, and down the strip mall to another shop. I felt so intimidated! It was just such a terrible feeling to go through this. I could think of nothing worse than to feel like I was being turned into a woman! I looked wide eyed, as I saw that we had just walked into a jewelry store.

 

Under Amber's directions, I ended up buying a diamond tennis bracelet, which I wore on my right wrist. And a ladies watch, with a tiny face, which I wore on my left wrist. And a gold necklace with a gold letter T (for Tiffany), to wear around my neck. But the worst of all were the large loop earrings which were just like the ones that Tiffany had on in the photo. They were the worst, because they required me to get my ears pierced.

"I can't do that!" I whispered to her.

"You *will*" she replied. "I'm not warning you again. Don't even *think* of disobeying me."

I swallowed hard, and sat down to have them do my ears. When we left the store, I wanted to cry. I was completely beaten. I got back in the car with her, and we drove to an outdoor cafe for lunch. I let her order for me, and ended up with a tiny salad and a glass of iced tea. Hardly what I'd call a meal.

Amber was talking to me now, as if I was a girlfriend of hers. She talked about her friends, relationships, gossip, and all sorts of things that she would never have shared with me if she thought of me as "Bob". To her, I was Tiffany now.

 

After lunch, we weren't done yet. She pulled out the picture again, and pointed to Tiffany's arm.

"See that?" she said.

"Yes" I replied.

"You're going to get a tattoo like hers."

She had a rose on her upper arm. We walked down the street to a place that did tattoos. And soon I found myself in the chair, with my jacket off, and the man with the needle starting to put a permanent rose onto my skin. It was at that moment, as I thought of how you could never get rid of a tattoo, that it dawned on me. How was I going to be able to hide all of this from Samantha?

I could find some way to explain away the reason for removing my body hair. But with my pubic hair in a rectangle like a girl's, how could I explain? Or my pierced ears? Or now, the tattoo? There would be no hiding it from her. She might not catch me viewing my favorite material online, but she would see me with all of these feminizations. A new sense of fear crept over me, and paralyzed my thoughts. I was in a total daze when I was done, and stared at myself in the mirror, with the fresh new tattoo of a rose on my arm.

I put my jacket back on, grabbed my purse, and felt myself trembling as I walked out the door with Amber. She took me to a couple of clothing shops, where we picked out a couple of outfits for me. I bought a blue dress, a black skirt, a teal cami, a black tank top, and a white blouse. Then at the next store, I bought crop pants, white capri pants, jeans, shorts, and a flirty short skirt.

We went next door, where I bought new shoes. A pair of black pumps, sandals, flats, and black boots with six inch heels, like Tiffany wore in the picture. Then we drove to another store, where they sold lingerie. Amber made me buy four bras, a dozen pairs of panties in various colors, more nylons, pantyhose, two nighties, a full slip, a half slip, and a scary looking girdle.

Now the car was full of boxes and bags, and she told me we were going home to unload it.

"Where are you going with that?" she said, as I headed towards her room.

"Into here" I said.

"But that's *my* room Tiffany. These are going in *your* room."

I froze. I couldn't put all of this in my closet! Samantha would see it all! But she hustled me in there, and before I knew it, I was throwing aside some of my old clothes, to make room for my new feminine wardrobe. Amber nodded as she surveyed the work, and she seemed satisfied.

"Now you have become Tiffany" she said, "So it is time for work."

"Work?" I asked, not knowing what she meant.

"Follow me" she said, heading back to her room. She sat me down on the white chair by the vanity, and told me to wait there. A few moments later, she returned holding a camera.

"You are a professional model. So now, we are going to do a photo shoot."

I couldn't let her take my picture like this.

"I can't!" I said, in a panic.

Amber picked up the cell phone on the dresser, and pushed a button.

"Hello, Samantha? How are you doing? Very good. Uh-huh. I see. Yes.
She smiled, and looked over to me.

"I had something to tell you. Something important."

"Okay!!!" I hissed, so Samantha couldn't hear me. "I'll do it."

"Oh, but silly me, I forgot what it was! Oh well. I'll see you tonight. Maybe it will come back to me then."

"Don't think I won't tell her" said Amber. "I've been more than lenient with you so far. But that was the last straw. Do you understand Tiffany?"

"Yes" I said.

"Good. Then lets start the photo shoot. I'm going to tell you what to do, and you'll do it. Now lets start with you sitting at the vanity. Cross your legs like I showed you. Pick up a makeup brush, and pretend that you're doing your face."

Snap! Flash! The camera captured the image.

"Now put down the makeup, and look at yourself in the hand held mirror."

Snap! Flash!

"Now put the mirror down. Put your hands on your boobs, and spread your fingers apart so I can see your pretty painted nails."

Snap! Flash!

"Now stand up."

Snap! Flash!

"Take off your jacket."

Snap! Flash!

"Touch your boobs again."

Snap! Flash!

"Throw your head back, and close your eyes."

Snap! Flash!

I followed her instructions. I realized that I was going through a typical photo sequence, like you'd see online. She had me remove my clothes bit by bit, as she took photo after photo. With the jacket off, you could see my rose tattoo. By now, I was laying on my back, with my fake boobs showing. The glue was holding them firmly in place. I had my legs up in the air, with my nylons and my high heels still in place.

"Now spread your legs wide apart, and touch yourself between the legs. Make a face like you're having an orgasm" said Amber.

I continued to follow her directions, until I was naked, and totally ashamed.

 

"Very good Tiffany" she said. "Now go to your room, and put on your new outfit. Maybe the white capri pants, and your teal cami top. I'll meet you back here in a few minutes. Oh, and I think you should wear your girdle too."

I went to my room, to dress up in *my* new clothes, just as she instructed. The girdle was really scary. It was so constricting! It was tight, and it forced my body to look like I had curves. The white pants were very tight, although they were made of a stretchy material. They came up over where I normally wore my belt, to where the girdle was forcing my sides in, as if I had the pinched waist of a woman. I was alarmed that in back, you could see a clear panty line, but I didn't know what I could do about that. I put on the flats I had bought, since me feet were sore from the heels, and I went back to Amber's room.

She was smiling, as she handed me a few pieces of paper. They were printouts from the computer. One was a gallery shot, showing a small view of each of the photos she had taken of me. And several of them, she had printed out. She had selected the very 'best' ones. Ones in which you couldn't really tell that I was a man. I could not believe that it was *me* in those photographs.

 

"We've got an appointment now" said Amber. "Back to the car!"

I got in with her, wondering where we'd go next. What more could she do to me? I looked at all of the clothing stores, the salons, the beauty supply shops as she drove past them. Where were we heading? The neighborhood looked familiar. But it was only when we pulled into a large parking lot that I realized where we were going.

"We can't go in here!" I said.

It was the office complex where Samantha worked.

"You know better than to argue with me" said Amber. "Come on Tiffany. Don't dawdle."

I reluctantly followed her into the office. She gave our names, and we signed in. We walked down the hall. The one that led to Samantha's office. She knocked on the door and I walked in to see my wife sitting at her desk, busily working.

"Oh hi Amber. Hi Tiffany. It's nice of you to visit me."

Tiffany? She called me Tiffany? So she already knew! My knees felt weak. I had the worst sinking feeling in my stomach. She *knew*.

"Have a seat, girls" said Samantha. "I'll be with you in a moment. And shut the door please."

 

Samantha continued to work for a few minutes, and made a quick phone call. When she hung up, she finally turned her attention back to us. Those two minutes seemed like an hour for me. I stood up, and started to talk.

"Tiffany, sit down" said Samantha forcefully, in an authoritative tone. "Do not talk unless I tell you to. And cross you legs. You're a woman now, and you need to act like one."

I did as she asked. I had never seen her act so in control like this before. If all of the other things so far didn't make me feel small and weak, then this sure did. She was controlling me too now. I was being turned into a woman, an being controlled by my wife.

"Its just us girls here" she said, "so I can tell you something I wouldn't say in front of a man."

The word 'man' revealed much hate in her voice.

"For some time, I suspected that my husband was cheating on me. Not with a *real* woman, but by going online and looking at nasty, dirty pictures. It may not be physical contact with another woman, but it is cheating all the same. Don't you agree, girls?"

"Yes, that's terrible!" said Amber. She turned to me, and I knew from the look on Samantha's face, that I had better give the right answer too.

"Oh, I agree. That's terrible" I said.

"So I decided to trap him, and catch him in the act" continued Amber. "That was why I asked my sister to come and stay with us."

My eyes grew wide. I was stunned. *Samantha* had planned this all along! Here I thought it had been Amber, but it was my wife who had decided to do all this to me! *She* was the one!

"And now Bob is no more. With Amber's help, I turned him into a woman, and he will live out the rest of his life that way. Soon, he'll get breast implants, and start on female hormones. He will never be a man again. Don't you think that is just delicious Tiffany? That he's not a man anymore, and he's even going to sell off his business, so that he can come and work here as my secretary? That way I can keep an eye on *her*, to make sure that *she* can't go behind my back anymore."

 

I felt faint and dizzy. My life was crumbling before my eyes. She really did want to turn me into a woman, all the way. Implants? Hormones? Me? And she wanted me to sell my business so that I could work for her as her secretary! I was losing everything. My business. My pride. My manhood.

"Fill out an application, Tiffany" said Samantha, handing me one across her desk. "You'll start here tomorrow working for me, and we'll get you on the payroll."

I took the application, and began to fill it out. I felt numb.

"Amber, would you be a dear and take her out shopping to buy some nice professional looking outfits? I can't have her coming in her dressed casual like she is today. I want her in skirts, heels, and everything. Some nice suits, and dark nylons too perhaps."

"Sure, sis" said Amber. "Anything else?"

"Yes. Here is a prescription for birth control pills. Go get it filled, so that *she* can start taking them, to get some nice female hormones flowing in her system. They will start to alter her body and her mind. One day soon, she'll even *think* like a girl."

"Sounds delicious" said Amber. "She'll really be one of us. What about that thing between her legs?"

"Oh, she'll never use it again" said Samantha. "And after the hormones kick in, she'll *want* to get it removed. I'd say about a year from now, she'll be ready for her full transition. The she really will be a woman."

 

As Amber led me away by the hand, I couldn't help it. There were tears in my eyes. I had lost everything in my life, because I was addicted to that stupid pornography on the web. I thought I was smart, but I was an idiot. Samantha had always been one step ahead of me.

I was such a fool. And she really was the smart one. I had never thought of her as superior to me, but now I realized that she was. I guess I deserved my new fate. I promised myself that I would try very hard to be a good girl, and to please her. Maybe I could earn my way back to her good side one day. Maybe one day she'd look at me as a friend again, instead of as just someone to order around. I loved her with all my heart, and admired her more than anything. I would much rather be her girlfriend, than to lose her.

"I think a blue suit with pinstripes would be cute" I said to Amber, as we pulled up to the mall.

"You know what Tiffany, I think you're right" she said warmly, as a smile came across her face. We walked into the mall together, so I could buy some new clothes for my new job. Starting tomorrow, I would work for Samantha. I'd be her secretary, but at least I'd get to be with her all day. I smiled. I was going to enjoy my new life.

 

The End

  

  

  

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