Perfecting Leon

by Jennifer White

 

Leon was shaking a bit inside as he walked up the aisle. There was Candice, in her white gown, with the veil over her face. She never looked better in her life. Now was the moment. After two years of dating, and the nine month engagement, they were to become man and wife.

He looked her in the eye as Reverend Green read the vows out loud. After all the practice sessions, he was on autopilot now, and it almost didn't feel like it was real. Now they were exchanging vows.

"Do you take this woman, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse?" said the Reverend.

"I do" said Leon.

Candice and he had written their vows, basing them on the old classics, then adding in a few personal additions.

"Do you promise to be loving and faithful, until your dying day?"

"I do" said Leon, with an audible tremble in his voice.

"And do you Leon, wish to join together with this woman, to be as one?"

"I do."

As he said the word, he felt a cold shiver go up and down his spine. More than just jitters, more than just the heady rush from the ceremony. It was a different feeling he just could not describe. There had been a momentary sense of actual coldness, like something had touched him on the back of the skull. But he was too wrapped up in the moment to pay any mind to it. It was all just a blur, as wedding are for most people. He was zoned out.

"You may now kiss the bride" said Reverend Green.

Leon went to kiss her. The veil was off her face, and he could see her radiant glow. His heart was felt with total love and devotion for her. He felt at that moment that he would do *anything* for her. Anything. He was completely and totally hers.

He moved closer to kiss her. She had often complained that he wasn't a good kisser, and he didn't hold his mouth just the right way for her. As he kissed her this time though, he knew just what to do. It was almost like she had her hand on his face, holding his mouth just right, and making him use the right pressure. The perfect kiss.

The crowd clapped. They started to walk down the aisle.

"I am yours" thought Lean. Why would he think that? Why did he suddenly feel so completely in her power? Why was he overwhelmed with the sense that this woman now owned him, and that he *belonged* to her now?

 

They were in the greeting line now. Leon's left hand was in his pocket. Suddenly, he found that he put his arm around her. Why had he just done that? It wasn't like he decided to do it. It was more like the arm did it on its own.

He was too busy though being congratulated by the guests as they left. He gritted his teeth. Here came Candice's sister Alice. He hated Alice. As perfect as Candice was, Alice was the polar opposite. He hated her with a passion. They were barely on speaking terms.

"Congratulations" said Alice.

"I am so glad to be part of your family now" said Leon, to his surprise. Why would he say such a thing? He now gave her a warm hug. Alice? A hug?

"Thank you" she said, smiling as if she knew something he didn't.

"I look forward to spending more time with you" he said. He could envision being with Candice's family more and more. He didn't want to spend time with his brothers as much anymore. Her family seemed more important to him now.

It was really bothering him that he was acting so strangely. What was going on? He still didn't understand. It was only after the last guest passed by, that he started to get the picture. Candice looked at him, and he seemed to hear the words "kiss me" from her voice, even though her lips didn't move. As he kissed her, he realized that he wasn't doing it himself. He was being guided, as if from an invisible hand. It was then that he realized that Candice was somehow controlling him. He recoiled, wanting to pull away from her embrace, but he could not. His body did not respond to this thoughts.

"Now we are as one" she said.

Leon's face turned white. He hadn't just married this woman, he had become *hers* somehow. She was in his mind now, and she was controlling him! He really *was* hers somehow. She had entered him, and was taking over. The feeling of being completely under the power of his new wife made him feel so small, so weak, like was nothing. He was just an extension of her. She could make him say or do anything.

"You understand our relationship perfectly now I see" she thought, the sound of which went directly into his mind.

He nodded. He didn't understand how it was possible, but he realized that it was true. She had done something to him as they exchanged their vows, and now he was under her complete control.

 

* * *

 

The wedding reception seemed like any other. There was dining, drinking, dancing, toasts, and all of the typical activities that you would expect to see. It was ordinary in every way except for to Leon. And that was because he was not in control of himself. Not because he drank too much. No. He was under the complete control of his new wife.

At one point, he had to use the rest room. He hoped that by being further away from her, it might free him from her control. But it was not to be. To his horror, Leon *sat down* in the stall to go pee. Just like a woman would She did it just to prove to him that he could never be free from her. She could do anything she wanted to him, at any time.

When he got up to wash his hands, he saw his best man Fred walking in.

"Hey Leon, cool party" said Fred.

"Thanks" replied Leon. "Candice worked so hard in planning it. We all have her to thank."

Fred gave him a funny look.

"Now remember, the day after you get back from your trip, we're taking the day off to go golfing, and hit the strip club. Just like old times, huh?"

"I don't think I should go" said Leon, although he really did want to join his friend. "I don't think that Candice would like it if I went into a place like that. You should ask Deb if she likes you going in there. You really hurt her feelings when you go to look at other women like that."

"Man, you're pussy whipped already!" said Fred. "Meow!!!"

Leon wanted to cry out that he wasn't whipped, and that he didn't mean what he had just said. But he was unable to do anything but smile and tell Fred that he really loved Candice.

 

Outside, on his way back to the head table, Leon ran into Candice's friend Nikki. Nikki wasn't bad like her sister was. Nikki had 'assets'. As in the biggest hottest breasts that Leon had ever seen in his life.

"Congratulations!" said Nikki.

"Thanks" replied Leon.

Nikki was wearing a dress with a low cut front. Leon was eight inches taller than her, in perfect position to glance down and get a good look at her boobs. But he was unable to. As much as he wanted to, as hard as he tried, he could no look away from her eyes. They were making small talk, and he was complimenting her on her shoes, and how they complimented her outfit.

"Wow, most guys don't ever look at my footwear. You are really someone special. Candice is very lucky to have a guy like you who isn't afraid to show that he has a feminine side."

Great. Now the hottest babe that Candice knew thought he had a strong feminine side. And not only that, there was a strong thought in his mind about her: I love her fashion sense. He couldn't have ever told you what she had been wearing in the past. All he knew was the size of her tits. But now, he was thinking how he admired the way she dressed! There was no way that he would have ever thought that. It was Candice, forcing her thoughts into his head.

As she walked away, it sunk in ever further what Leon's future would hold. His wife controlled him now, in every way. She was making him say things he didn't want to say. And now she was making him think things he didn't want to (and normally never would have) thought. Over time, what would she do to him? She would make him think more and more like she did, until they were all but the same person.

It was a dismal future to contemplate. He would never have fun again. He would only do what *she* wanted. There was no future left for him. He would be obliterated, while she took over. Now he felt completely powerless and small inside. He felt like nothing. It was like his whole manhood was gone, taken away by *her*.

The thought of *her* made his heart pound. And inside, he *felt*. A strong, overwhelming love for *her*. He loved Candice more than anything. He loved her enough to, well enough to do *anything* for her. There was just a small part of him capable of thought at that moment. And it realized something: she was also making him feel what she wanted. She was even in control of his feelings now.

 

* * *

 

The honeymoon was wonderful. For Candice that is. They ate where *she* wanted, when she wanted. They did only the activities that she liked, ignoring Leon's needs, wants and desires. It all started when they got off the plane in Maui. In the airport was a shop selling souvenirs.

"I think we should get matching outfits" he said, much to his dismay.

"Why honey, what a wonderful idea!" said Candice, smiling her knowing grin.

And so it was that while they waited for the taxi to take them to the hotel, they matched from head to foot, much to Leon's chagrin. She was showing the world that he was hers.

 

There was only one small bright spot for Leon, which was when they were in bed making love at the hotel. But even that had a bad part. He was under her full control, and she made him do things he hated, like going down on her, until his chin was covered with drool and the juice from her pussy.

"I love how you taste!" he exclaimed. He could feel her in his mind, rearranging his thoughts until it was true, and he *did* truly love that taste. He wanted to taste her all the time. And he looked forward to when she was near her period so that he could taste her then. The thought of her having a period no longer grossed him out. He wouldn't mind at all having sex then. He could just wipe himself up when they were done.

Instead of him on top as they had done when they were engaged, now she got on top. And she guided his hands with her mind, so that he touched her at just the right time, in the right place, with the right pressure. As he pinched her nipple and caressed her butt, he realized something. She was turning him into a perfect lover in bed (for her). She was changing how he thought and felt about everything. She was going to make him into a copy of herself, but with a penis. A male version of her, to satisfy her in bed.

The thought was terrifying, but then came the one small ray of light for Leon. The one thing that gave him any hope at all in the world: at the moment when Candice was about to climax, he could feel her hold over his mind suddenly slip away. For just a few seconds, he was free to think and feel what he wanted. But he was trapped under her, and bang! He came too. Once she was done with her orgasm, he could feel her tighten her vice around his mind again, molding it into *her* thought patterns again. He was no longer free.

How much longer could his mind hold out before she permanently altered him? He had to find a way to exploit her momentary loss of control before it was too late.

 

* * *

 

"Sorry bud, but I'm busy that night. I'm going with Candice and her mother to see the quilt show."

There was no way in the world that Leon wanted to see a show of stupid handmade quilts! And not with his stupid mother-in-law. But here he was opting out of golf with his buddies to do it. And *admitting* to them where he was going. They would all be talking to each other about how pussy whipped he was already. They would never think of him the same.

Candice had also been turning him against his family already. They made plans with his sister, then didn't show up. When she called to ask why, he had told her that he forgot.

"Well, we're going for Aunt Nina's birthday party Sunday. We'll see you there."

"Sorry, but Candice and I are visiting her friends Jessie and Thom that day."

So it was clear that Candice's friends were more important than his own family. Word was already spreading in his family that he had lost interest in them, and he was too much into Candice. They were being turned against him. He could see where it would all end up. Spend 100% of his time with her, her family, and her friends. His friends would be gone, his family distant.

It was bad enough that he went shopping with her all the time. And she was making him like it, even when she was buying 'intimate apparel', and he had to stand there holding bras and panties in his hands while she browsed the racks. But each day, she did something more to show him that she was in charge. He felt his inner thinking change, and he wondered if he didn't find something soon, would he soon completely vanish into her? She would fill his head, and he would be nothing, incapable of independent thought. He had to act. Now.

 

* * *

 

One night, when it was time for their daily lovemaking session, Leon knew he had to act. He felt control of his inner self starting to slip away. Candice was putting more and more of herself into him. He now recognized pictures of her relatives whom he had never before met, and knew the names of their children, what they liked for Christmas gifts, and other things there was no way he should know. It was clear: she was putting herself into his mind. He couldn't exist as an individual for much longer if this kept up.

During the day, he had been thinking and thinking about his problem. How could he break her hold over him? He had tried various ideas while she was climaxing, but nothing had worked. Suddenly, a new thought flashed through his head. He smiled. Of course! How had he not thought of it before?

Candice must have some sort of telepathic link to him. How else could she be controlling him? She had somehow linked up ever since they exchanged vows. And she had been using her link to alter his mind, his thoughts, his feelings. She had been using it to control him.

But if she was linked up to him, that must mean he could use her link to get back at her. He would need to focus all of his attention and all his energy on it. But during her moment of weakness while she was in the throes of orgasm, he would try to take over the link, and use it to grab control of *her*. Yes. He would be out of this mess, and free from her reign of terror and control.

Now as he lay there in the bed, he waited until she was almost ready to come. Then he would get her. She was on top of him as usual, her head thrown back as she moaned lightly from the pleasure. He could tell. She was on the edge, about to go.

Leon imagined Candice putting her hand on his chest. He viewed it in his mind, then he tried to will it to happen. He concentrated with all his might. In response, Candice put her hand on his chest. Yes! He had forced her to do something!

Leon swooped in now, ready to take control. He had to prolong the lovemaking, to be sure that he kept her in a state where *he* could take over. Now he decided to put a thought in her head: "I want *him* on top. I want him on top."

"Roll over, lover. I want you on top of me" she said. He let her roll over, so that he was now on top. So far, so good. Then he made her put her arms around him. He made her tell him how big he was, and how glad she was to be a woman with a big strong man such as himself. He made her scratch his back with her long nails.

He was controlling her! Making *her* do and say what *he* wanted. Yes! Now it was time to move in for the kill, and really take over. He envisioned himself pushing into her head, so he could make her stop controlling him. She was completely overcome with her orgasms, that she put up no resistance to him. He had her now.

Leon had one of those itches on his nose, and went to scratch it. But something funny happened: below him, Candice reached up and scratched her nose. He tried to do it again, but she once again responded, instead of himself. Danger! Warning! Something was wrong!

Leon tried to pull back. Something had gone terribly wrong, and by taking over her, he was losing control over himself. He tried to get out of her head, but he could feel the opposite happening: he was getting sucked further and further in. Almost like being in quicksand. The more he took over Candice, the more impossible it was to get out. Now his grip on himself was starting to slip.

He was in a panic, wondering what to do. And then it hit him. Hard. Leon's eyes rolled back in his head, and he screamed out in pleasure as the orgasm swept over him, around him, and through him. A *female* orgasm. It was so overpowering that he screamed out "yes!" at the top of his lungs. Overwhelming. Cannot think. Again. Again! More! Yes! YES!!!!

He opened his eyes and saw that he was on the bottom again, looking up at his former body, which was happily pumping away inside him. He felt his former self penetrating him, filling the chasm between his legs. At the top of the stroke, when his former self was almost pulled out, the start of the down stroke was at just the right angle to hit the clitoris which laid at the start of the pussy his new body possessed. That set off a series of shivers all through him, making him quiver all over.

One little pleasure after the other swept over him. And then bang! Another full on orgasm, more powerful than anything he had ever experienced. His former self was all excited, and with one last deep thrust, he shot out the warm liquid deep into Leon.

He was too overcome from the orgasm to think, but now it was starting to set in: he had become Candice, and he was getting screwed by his former self.

"You..." he said.

"Yes my love. *You* are Candice now. You are the woman. My woman. And *I* am your man."

"No!" said Leon, his voice emanating from what used to be Candice's body. He put his small soft hands over what used to be her generous breasts. As a man, he had loved to look at them. They turned him on so much, and made him so excited during sex. Now they were on his body! He cupped them, feeling their weight. No!

Candice, now in his former body pulled back, removing her penis from his warm wet pussy. It looked so big to him. The sight of it, and having it brush against just the right spot on its way out kicked off another round of quivering through his soft female body. She bent down, gently stroked Leon's large breasts, and kissed him on the mouth. He could feel the stubble from her beard against his soft smooth face.

"You're a woman now" she said, using what used to be his deep voice. "You are mine."

"How could you do this to me?" said Leon, the tears flowing freely now. He felt *so* emotional, like everything was amplified 1000%. It was the estrogen and the other female hormones flowing through his brain. He couldn't handle them very well, not having been under their influence before.

"I didn't do this to you" said Candice. "You did it to yourself."

 

"How is that possible?" squeaked Leon meekly.

"It was *you* who gave me permission to enter you, and join together as one. You agreed to it! You invited me in."

The vows! He had said the vows, and that had granted her permission somehow to join as one with him, and start to take over.

"But you made me become you..." he whispered.

"No, that was you also. It was *you* who tried to take over my body. I simply let you in. Once enough of you was in my old body, I was able to complete my move over to your old body. Now I am the man, and you are the woman."

Leon was shaking all over. This was impossible. It could not be. He looked up with fear in his eyes.

"Now feel this" said Candice. She used her large strong hands, which used to be Leon's, and guided his tiny soft hand down between his legs.

"Feel it!" she said. "There is nothing there. Nothing. It is all gone."

She raised herself up so that Leon, who was still on his back, could see her *male* genitals.

"I have your manhood now. Me. Feel yourself. You are a woman now, and a woman forever."

Leon was now overwhelmed with powerlessness. She no longer guided his mind, forcing him to think what she wanted, but this was far worse. He *was* her now. He felt down there with his hand, finding only a pussy. He was no longer a man.

"And that's not all" she snickered.

"What?" he said, afraid to know what could be worse than this.

"You didn't pay very good attention to my cycle, did you?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was due for a period the weekend of our rehearsal dinner, but I never had one, did I?"

"We made love that night" he said.

"Correct. And my next cycle was due on our honeymoon."

"We made love twice a day" he said.

"Again correct. So I've missed two periods. That means..."

"You're pregnant!" said Leon.

"No love, *you* are pregnant. You are the woman now. And you're going to have a baby. Congratulations."

"Oh no..." said Leon. He was a *pregnant* woman. How could it possibly be any worse than this?

"But why" he sobbed. "Why?"

"You thought you would be in control once we got married. You tried taking over my life, trying to control who I could see, what I could do...everything. I could have lived with some of that. But when I found out about you and Penny."

"Penny?" said Leon. "How do you know about her?"

"Girl talk. I heard from a couple of the girls that you were visiting her at the motel. I followed you there one night. You were in the room for two hours. Then I beat you home. You were 'too tired' to make love. Right before our wedding, you're having an affair already!"

"It's not like that! We had been together for a long time! It was our last fling before I got married. I told Penny that I'd never see her again."

"Sorry, but I just don't believe you. If you couldn't keep your dick in your pants for me, well then I'll have to do it for myself. Now I'm the man, and you can stay home barefoot and pregnant. You will raise our babies. I'm going to screw you every day, and make sure you're nothing but a baby making machine. I can see that you're having a hard time with your hormones now. Wait until you get slammed with the ones your body generates as your baby grows."

"Please, no" said Leon.

"Sorry honey, but I'm never going back. You're stuck like that forever I'm afraid. But don't cry. You're a very beautiful woman, and after you get used to being a chick I'm sure you'll start to really enjoy it. The estrogen will slowly work on your mind, until you start to truly think and act like a girl. In time, you'll be so feminized that you won't even remember ever being a man. You just have to accept your new destiny"

The tears flowed freely now for Leon. How could he ever just accept this? How could he live, being a woman? How could he live in this body, with its softness, its curves, the breasts, the pussy. He didn't know how to put on makeup or how to....

Then he realized something. He *did* know how to put on makeup. It was there, in the back of his mind. When Candice had put her memories into his head, they had transferred over too! He did know how to be a woman, how to cook, how to sew, how to do all the little things that Candice did.

Instead of being comforting, this was even worse in a way. If he already had all these female memories in his head...then it wouldn't be very long at all before he became *used* to being a woman. He would quickly accept it, and go on with life. He didn't want to be a woman! He wanted to be himself! But in the back of his mind, it was already dawning on him that what she said was true: soon, he would be so feminized inside that he wouldn't even be able to remember how it felt to be a man.

 

"I'm hungry. Go make dinner for me" ordered Candice.

"Yes dear" said Leon meekly. He felt so powerless against her, that he felt obliged to do as she asked, as much as he hated it. And he feared that accessing her memories for how to cook would make those memories start to flow more freely, mixing her female thoughts with his.

He put on panties, a bra, and a house dress which was hanging from the back of the door. He went downstairs to start cooking. He could feel her memories already seeping in. It was just a matter of time before he was completely lost again, absorbed into her.

He was now a pregnant woman. And there was nothing he could do about it. Leon took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs. He had lost his self, and his female life had now begun.....

  

  

  

*********************************************
© 2004 by Jennifer White. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, and compilation design) may be printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without the express written consent of StorySite and the copyright holder.