The Plan

by Jennifer White

 

"...and I just hate how he never helps around the house. He just wants to sit there and drink beer, watching football on the tele" said Sandra, shaking her head.

"I know just how you feel" replied Andrea.

Andrea turned to her friend Carolyn, and both of them started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" asked Sandra. She felt a little upset now. Here she was with the girls, having one of their regular bitch-fests, where they'd get to complain about all the little things, and have a sympathetic ear. They'd compare notes on the environment at work, their grown children, and their husbands. But instead of sympathy, she was being laughed at.

"Oh, we're not laughing at you" said Andrea in a comforting tone of voice.

"No, we're laughing about our husbands" said Carolyn, which caused another round of laughter between the two women.

"Should we tell her?" said Andrea, as she sipped her tea, trying to calm herself.

"I think we should" replied Carolyn.

"Tell me what?" asked Sandra, now very curious.

"A solution to all of your problems" said Andrea.

"Something wonderful we discovered, which will help fix all of your problems at home with your hubby."

"Well?" demanded Sandra. "What is it! Tell me!"

"First you have to swear not to repeat this to a soul, unless we clear it."

"Okay" she replied, wondering what all of the secrecy was about.

As Andrea and Carolyn started to explain everything, her eyes grew wide with surprise. But by the time they were done, Sandra had a wicked smile on her face. Now she knew The Plan. Her husband Shane would be in for quite a surprise!

 

* * *

 

Sandra took the boiling pot off the stove, and strained the beans before placing them into a serving dish. She placed it on the table, next to the roast. She finished setting the table, and had everything ready when Shane returned from work. He always insisted that she had to have dinner ready, the moment he walked in the door.

Never mind the fact that she worked part-time, and that she had to hurry home from work to cook. He wanted everything his way, as if she was a maid. She had put up with this for their entire marriage. She had managed to do everything for him while raising two children. At least they were grown now, and out of the house.

That would make it possible for her to pull of The Plan. She also put in a single drop of a red liquid that Andrea had given her. A mild tranquilizer in a liquid form, which would help make Shane become more docile. She would need to take charge, and boss him around, if The Plan was to work.

Sandra poured Shane's favorite drink: 18 year old scotch, on the rocks. But today, she added an extra ingredient. In the morning, she had placed a pair of triangular blue pills into a small quantity of water. Andrea had secured the Viagra pills for her. Now fully dissolved, she spiked Shane's drink with the liquid. He'd never notice.

Right on time he came home.

"How was your day, dear?" asked Sandra.

"Another day at the office. What's for dinner?" was his demanding reply.

Just once, she would have liked it if he has asked her about how her day was.

She handed him his drink and the afternoon newspaper, so he could read the editorials and have a drink before dinner. He gulped it down as usual, not savoring the complex oaky flavor of the scotch. He just wanted to get buzzed. And so, he didn't detect the extra ingredients that Sandra had included in his cocktail.

She smiled as she brought him a second drink. He nodded in thanks, not even looking up from the article he was reading. When he joined her at the table, that glass was almost empty too.

She tried to talk to him while they ate, but he was only half-listening, she was sure. Oh well. All of that would come to an end soon, is she was careful, and did things right. She just smiled, and pretended that everything was all right.

After dinner, she gave him a third drink. Sometimes he'd have four, then get drunk enough to pass out on the couch. A wonderful evening for Sandra, indeed! She had to clear the table, put away the leftovers, then wash the dishes, while Shane watched the evening news, and polished off his third drink.

With her chores done, it was time for Sandra to take action. First, she needed to get her husband into the bedroom. Not that he was very attractive to her right now. He had put on weight, since he had cut back on exercise, as he got older. With more drinking and less exercise, the pounds were adding on.

His clothes were wrinkled and smelly from having been worn all day. His beard stubble didn't exactly feel good when it touched her sensitive skin. He reeked of strong alcohol. And he was always in a dark mood after work. No wonder that they did not have much of a love life anymore. It was more out of duty that Sandra would let him have a go at her. There was not much left in the way of attraction for her.

And when they did make love, he would attend to his needs, but never hers. No matter how she tried to give him subtle guidance, he'd still want to get on top, pressing down way to hard. He'd want to get it over with fast, and she never was able to get an orgasm with him! She wondered if he had ever discovered her secret collection of dildoes and vibrators. If she wanted to climx, she needed to take care of herself!

Well, all that would be changing soon too.

"I was at the lingerie store today" said Sandra in the most sultry tone of voice that she could muster.

"Really?" said Shane, looking up from the tele.

"Yes. I have it upstairs. Do you want to.... have a look?"

She giggled shyly, covering her face as if she was a young schoolgirl. She stood with her shoulders back and her boobs sticking out. She put her hands on her butt, and ran them down her skirt. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Then she looked right at Shane, and licked her lips. She had studied enough films to know what men seemed to like in a seductress.

Sure enough, he stood up, and he was eager to have her. They went up to the bedroom, where she stripped him down until he was completely nude. And then it was time for the surprise.

"Are you ready for the lingerie?" she said in her sexy voice.

"Oh yeah" he replied.

"Now close your eyes" she said.

Sandra made her way behind him, and teasingly ran her hand down his back. She pulled a white box from under the bed, and opened it up. Inside was a pink teddy, with little spaghetti straps for the shoulders. It was trimmed with light pink colored lace, and a bow in the front, right between the boobs. It was very pretty and sexy.

She took it, and teased Shane by running the soft silky fabric against his skin. With his eyes closed, it was quite exciting to feel her touch him that way. She came around to the front, reminding him to keep his eyes closed. He did as she said. The tranquilizer was helping.

Now she took the teddy, and rolled it up, holding it with two hands. With it in her grip, she took Shane's hands, and held them high in the air, as she kissed him on the lips. Now came the hardest part.

In one quick smooth move, she pulled the teddy down over Shane. He was woozy from the alcohol and the tranquilizers. He was too weak from all that to do anything to stop her. Before he knew what hit him, he was wearing the sexy pink teddy.

"Come look at yourself in the mirror, darling" said Sandra.

Shane opened his eyes. He was stunned to see himself wearing a piece of sexy women's lingerie!

"Oh look, I can see this really turns you on!" said Sandra, as she put her hands onto Shane's fully erect penis. With all of the Viagra circulating in his bloodstream, it hadn't taken too much to get him completely aroused. In fact, he was as hard as a rock now. And too weak to fight her, as she pushed him back onto the bed.

"I never knew you liked being a woman so much" she said, as she pulled up her skirt. She was prepared already, having taken off her panties long ago. She had applied a dab of lubricating gel to herself too, so she'd be able to get him inside her easily. Ever since the onset of menopause, she was a little dry sometimes.

She straddled him, and quickly he was up inside her. She held him down by the hands, as she started to move up and down on him. She loved this position, where she could control the pace. It didn't hurt that she got a lot more stimulation to her clit too! But of course, he always wanted to be on top. Not anymore.

"Oh, you're such a pretty woman" she said, as she started to build up a rhythm. "You're so pretty, like a little flower."

Shane's eyes were bugging out of his head. He didn't understand why he felt so weak. And worse yet, why did he feel so turned on by this? He should have gone soft from all of her comments about him being a woman! But instead, he was still as hard as a rock.

"Now you're a woman. Dressed up in your sexy lingerie. Looking so pretty. You're a girl now. A little girl."

Sandra continued to ride him. She moved her hands onto his chest, and started to tweak his nipples through the soft thin fabric of the teddy.

"You will look so good once your boobs fill in more. Now that you're a woman, they'll start to grow, until the get nice and big. I think you'll look very pretty with nice big breasts."

Sandra knew that saying things like that would turn a man off. She was doing it by design. He more she turned him off, the longer it would take until he came. The Viagra would keep him hard. He was too weak from the tranquilizers to push her off. She was in full control now. The longer she went at it, the more his orgasm would build. When she finally let him climax, it would be the best one of his life.

Finally, when she had already come herself, and her vagina started to feel tender, she reached up, and ripped open her blouse to expose her large breasts. The sight of them might send him over the edge. She leaned down, so they were dangling in the air, right above his face. He had no choice in the matter. He exploded in pleasure.

Shane could not believe it. Even if he'd never admit it to Sandra, it was by far the best orgasm he could remember, in all of his life! It was so big, and seemed to last so long. He was quivering when it was all done, and he felt so mellow, so good. She whispered in his ear about how nice it was that he wanted to be a woman now. But he didn't say anything; he just drifted off to a deep sleep.

 

* * *

 

"So, how did it go?" asked Andrea.

"Just like you said it would" replied Sandra. "I couldn't believe it!"

"Isn't it wonderful to feel that you are in control?" asked Carolyn.

"Yes" said Sandra, savoring the memory. "I can't wait to do it again! But I don't understand why I have to wait."

"If you did it to your husband right away again" said Andrea, "He would start to resent being controlled. But by waiting, you're making it a treat for him. Something to look forward to."

"Even if he won't admit it, he wants to do it again" added Carolyn. "Getting him the first time was the hardest part. Now you've got him. As long as you're careful, you can keep moving him forward, until one day, when he doesn't even realize it, he'll find that he's become a woman."

"Your woman" added Andrea, causing all three of them to smile, then break out in a fit of giggles.

 

* * *

 

And so Sandra kept her resolve. For days, she didn't even mention what she had done with Shane. Until on Friday night, when she again spiked his drink. Just as before, she manipulated him into dressing up for her. When she asked him at first, he became quite scared. He was afraid, after what had happened last time.

"This isn't for me" she said when he hesitated. "This is for you. Remember how good it was for you last time? Look how you're getting aroused already, just looking at your teddy. You don't even have it on yet, but just thinking of it is getting you hard."

Now she had him. Again, she made sure to be on top.

"Ooh, baby. You're such a pretty girl" she said, as she mounted him from the top. She controlled the pace, made him last a long time, and when he came, again it was big.

"See?" she whispered into his ear. "You like this. Even more than how we usually do it. Tell me you like being my woman."

"I.... I like being.... your.... your woman" he whispered, haltingly.

Sandra smiled. Everything was going so perfectly.

 

* * *

 

"I can't believe you've kept this from me for so long" she said the next morning, as they took a shower together. "I never would have imagined that you liked being a woman so much."

"I didn't know it myself" he said, afraid to even think of what he had just done the night before.

The couple got out of the shower, and started to dry themselves off.

"Here, put these on" said Sandra, handing a pair of pink cotton panties to her husband.

"Honey, I need to get ready for work" he said.

"I know" she replied. "But if you put these on for me, then all day you can think about the fact that you're wearing something that is designed for a woman. By the time you get home, you'll have so much energy built up, that you'll want for us to do it right away. And I'm so ready to please you, when you're so gentle and feminine. Please. Do this for me. And for yourself."

Shane decided that there couldn't be any harm in it. He shrugged his shoulders, and put the panties on. He was rewarded by a kiss from Sandra, who kept telling him how much she wanted him, when she saw him like that. He never even thought about how she had just got him to do something which a few weeks ago, would have been unthinkable.

What he didn't realize, was that along with the Viagra, she had been putting another ingredient into his drinks for the past few weeks: high doses of estrogen. One of the effects that this powerful female hormone had on a man, was to make him more passive. He accepted her telling him to do something, without arguing or resisting. He didn't realize how he was becoming hers.

 

* * *

 

"And just how is little 'Shanie'?" asked Carolyn, with a giggle.

"Is she progressing nicely?" asked Andrea.

"Yes!" replied Sandra. "Things are going so well. I have Shane eating out of the palm of my hand. And now, the sex is great for me! I love being on top, controlling the pace. Its no longer like I'm doing it out of duty. Now, its like... wow!"

They all giggled.

"I know you love doing it, but you realize that for the next phase in The Plan, you're going to have to make a sacrifice, and go back to your vibrator for a while."

"Do I really have to?" she asked, sadly. "Can't we just keep on as we are now?"

"I'm afraid not dear" said Andrea. "You have to keep moving him forward, or he'll start to regress."

"That's right" added Carolyn. "You just can't let him off the hook. If you are to make him yours, you need to keep things going."

"Okay" she said, after a pause. "I'll do it."

"Of course you will" said Andrea.

"You'll be so glad" added Carolyn, helpfully. "But look at the bright side. You already have him liking it enough, that you won't need Viagra anymore. Just the thought of dressing up will get him excited."

"Men are easy to train, when you know how to do it" added Andrea. "Now lets discuss what you'll do to him next...."

 

* * *

 

Each night when Shane had his drink, it was now spiked with two things. First, was the massive dose of estrogen, to help keep him passive, and to start bringing out his feminine side. His body would absorb it, and the genes his cells would start to express their feminine functions in response.

The second ingredient was a large does of testosterone blocker. It would prevent the male hormones his body produce, from being able to do their work. The blocker would attach to any testosterone it found in his bloodstream, and neutralize it, changing it into a female hormone instead.

This meant that within days, Shane would lose all ability to function as a male in bed. Try as he might, his penis would hang there, useless and limp. This was exactly what Sandra was trying to do.

As usual, after their latest round of making love, with him dressed up as woman, she didn't mention it for days. She went back to having 'normal' sex with him, allowing him to be on top. But with the testosterone blocker kicking in full gear, along with the huge doses of estrogen in his system, one day he found it impossible to perform in bed.

Sandra pretended to be upset.

"You don't think I'm pretty anymore" she whined.

"That's not it. I guess I'm just tired tonight" he replied.

She pretended to fume, but let it go. But when the same thing happened the next day, and the day after that, she yelled at him. He was on the verge of tears, not understanding why he couldn't get it up anymore. All was going perfectly.

 

The next night, Sandra went back to using Viagra in the drink, along with an extra dose of male hormones. Between that, and the lack of the testosterone blocker the night before, he'd be ready to perform in bed. She let him have his drink, and gave him half an hour, so everything would have a chance to work its way into his bloodstream. Now Sandra took charge.

"Get on your feet" she said sternly.

Shane just stared at her.

"I said get on your feet! You will come with me now!"

He stood up, and followed her to the bedroom. She had been so upset, he wanted to calm her down, so he did as she asked. They entered the bedroom, and she locked the door.

"Get out of those disgusting clothes. Now."

Shane did as she requested.

"I've tried things your way for the last three days. But you're a failure as a man. You're not a man at all anymore, as far as I'm concerned. If you're not going to be a man, then you're going to be a woman."

She handed him a hanger, holding a powder blue dress with white trim. His body had been trained to get aroused at the sight of frilly sexy things. His bloodstream was full of Viagra, and now surging again with the proper male hormones. So as a result, he suddenly got hard as a rock.

"See? I knew it. Being a man and making love to your wife doesn't excite you. But being a woman does. Well, from now on you'll be very happy. You're going to be the woman of the house. And I will be the man."

Sandra took off her pants, and showed Shane that underneath, she was wearing a pair of boxers. There was quite a bulge underneath them. She reached down and opened the fly. This let her pull out the strap-on she was wearing. It was very realistic, even down to the vein. It poked out of her boxers, pointing right at Shane! He was hard himself, his fully erect penis pointing back at her.

"Pull your dress on, Leslie" she said. "You're a woman, and from now on, I'm going to call you by a woman's name."

Shane was too frightened not to obey his wife. She seemed so powerful, and he seemed so weak.

"Turn and face the wall" she ordered. "Put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs wide apart."

He did that as well. He could feel her behind him. Her hand lifted up the dress he wore, exposing his back side. He could feel her touch him with something cold. He realized it was the tip of the strap-on! He could do nothing, as she slid it into him, except for to gasp.

"I don't turn you on anymore" she said, as she started to thrust into him, harder and deeper each time. "In fact, you aren't turned on by women at all. You want to be a woman, don't you?"

Shane couldn't even respond, he was too overwhelmed by it all.

"You're a woman now to me, Leslie. I'll never think of you as a man again. You're never going to be allowed into my pussy. If your little pathetic excuse for a penis ever gets hard again, you'll have to take care of yourself. Or maybe I'll allow you to do this to me, if you tell me that you're wearing a strap-on."

"No..." whispered Shane. "Please, stop this!"

"It's too late Leslie" she said. "You're already well on your way towards becoming a woman. Starting tomorrow, you're even going to wear women's clothes to work. Don't worry, it will be something that no man would notice. But some sharp eyed women might realize that you're dressed in something made for them. But since you're a girl now, that is the only way you can ever dress up again."

 

By the time she was done with him, Shane was in tears.

 

* * *

 

It was two months since the first time that Sandra had used the strap-on with her husband Shane. Since then, he had become quite different. Now he was totally obedient to her, instead of the way he used to dominate the relationship. She had him doing the bulk of the housework now, and as always, he dressed up as a woman.

Today, she told him that she was having house guests over. Since she had been dressing him up, nobody had seen him in full feminine attire. But she told him that this would be the day that it would start.

"You're becoming a real woman dear" she said. "And it is time that people see you that way. So I've invited some friends of mine to come over."

"I can't let anyone see me like this!" said Shane.

"Yes you can my dear. You're a lovely girl now. Look how pretty your clothes are! Your hair is getting longer. You are getting very good at applying your own makeup. You are more than presentable. You know how to sit properly, like the woman you are. You know how to act like a girl. I think you are very much ready to have company over."

Shane could not argue. Sandra was the boss. In fact, by now, he didn't do anything without her say-so. Her word was the law. And so, he caved an and accepted her wishes.

When she had given him the speech saying "you're more of a girlfriend than a husband", he had been quite upset. But she had taught him to find happiness in his newfound femininity. By now, he was shaving his own legs of course, wearing breast forms full time, and everything. If someone didn't know him as a man, they very well might have accepted him as a woman, right away. The constant, heavy doses of female hormones didn't hurt his cause either, as they softened his skin, and modified his very brain, making subtle changes to how he thought, felt, and acted.

Even in his own mind, Shane was Leslie now.

 

When the doorbell rang, Sandra was busy in the kitchen.

"Can you get that, dear?" she called out.

Shane took a deep breath, and went to the door. He checked his makeup quickly in the hall mirror, making sure his lipstick was okay, and that there weren't any dark specs below his eyes, from mascara flaking off. He flicked away a small piece, then hurried to the door.

"Hello?" he said, opening it up. Two women stood there.

"Hi. I'm Andrea. And this is Kelli" said the tall blonde.

"I'm Leslie. Nice to meet you" said Shane. "Won't you come in? Sandra is expecting you."

He showed them in, and seated them together on a settee in the livingroom. He took their coats, and went to hang them up in the hall closet, while Sandra came in to greet them.

"Honey?" she said. "Can you go bring our guests some drinks? I have the tray all set up."

"Sure" replied Shane, heading to the kitchen, once the coats were hung up.

He didn't know what scared him more: the fact that he was in front of strangers, dressed up as a woman, or the fact that they had seen him like that, and accepted it, without question. A shiver ran up and down his spine. He was Leslie now, and sometimes he even felt like a woman. He couldn't explain why, but new feelings had been growing in him lately.

He picked up the tray of drinks, and brought it in to the livingroom. He offered drinks to the guests first, and then to his wife. He set the tray down, and took the last drink for himself.

"Oh honey, we need napkins too. Be a dear and get some, please?"

"Sure thing" he said.

When he was out of the room, he didn't see Sandra open a vial, and pour a white powder into his drink. By the time he returned with the napkins, it was completely dissolved. It was yet another dose of the female hormones that she had been administering to him. His system was drowning in estrogen. He never did realize that this was the cause of the new feelings he was having.

Soon, all four of them were busy chatting. Shane was very careful to talk like a girl, as Sandra had instructed him. He would be so embarrassed if the guests found out he had been born as a man! He was proud that he was doing such a good job of being a woman. They didn't have a clue!

But then Andrea said something that confused him, then made him blush bright red.

"You're coming along quite nicely!" she said.

"What do you mean?" he replied, unsure.

"I mean that you make a lovely woman, Leslie. You're making a very smooth transition to womanhood."

Shane looked at Sandra, helplessly. She had told her friends about him! He felt embarrassed and humiliated. They knew all about him!

"Look how squeamish she still is" said Sandra, in disgust.

"She's just embarrassed about the fact that she used to be a man" replied Andrea, reassuringly.

Shane turned to leave. He wanted to run up to his room and cry.

"No!" ordered Sandra, harshly. "Stop. Turn around. You are not leaving us. Do you understand?"

"Yes" he replied. He could not disobey her. He couldn't explain why, but he felt like he had to obey her in all things now. She could expose him. He was completely in her power, it seemed.

"A woman doesn't stomp off silently, like some man" said Sandra, with total distaste in her mouth as she said 'man'. "She talks. Now what has you so upset? What are you feeling?"

"I feel betrayed!" said Shane. "You told them all about me! I thought it was our secret."

"I've known all along" said Andrea.

"She's the one who taught me what to do" said Sandra. "She helped me come up with the plan, from the start."

He stared at Andrea, with fear in his eyes. She had planned it all? She knew all along!

"Don't be such a baby" said Andrea. "Its not like you're the only man who has been turned into a woman. Take Kelli here for example."

Shane looked over at Kelli, with total shock and surprise. She used to be a man? He never would have known!

"I used to be her husband, Gary" said Kelli. "But now, I'm her girlfriend. Its much better being a woman you know. As soon as you stop fighting it, and accept it, you'll find true happiness. Just give in, and let your woman run your life. Just allow her to take over! Once you give up control, and you accept that you're a woman, your life will become a paradise."

"That's right" said Andrea. "Now lets demonstrate for our guests. Leslie, are you still capable of getting hard?"

Shane nodded, but he was scared. What were they going to do to him?

"Kelli, get down on your knees, and make Leslie get hard."

Shane wanted to run away, but Andrea and Sandra grabbed him by the wrists. He couldn't break free from their grasp. He felt so weak. He could only watch as Kelli pulled up his skirt, pulled down his panties, and started to rub him. As soon as his penis reacted by getting stiff, Kelli put it into her mouth, and started to suck. It felt good... but he knew that Kelli was really a man! He wanted for it to stop!

"Don't let her come" instructed Andrea. "When she's almost ready, I want you to stop, and lay on the couch."

A moment later, Kelli's mouth pulled off of him. Her warmth was gone, and he felt a sudden chill down there. He could only watch as Kelli laid back on the couch, and pulled her skirt up. Underneath, she didn't have a thing on. Shane gaped, as he saw what she had between her legs. A pussy! She was a woman now, completely!

"Leslie, I want you to put yourself into her now" said Sandra.

It has been so long since Shane had been allowed to put his penis into his wife's pussy! She had only let him into her rear for the past few months, just as she did to him with her strap-on. Now he had a chance for pussy.... but one that had been built onto a man!

Shane had no choice though, as the women pulled him forward. The pushed him down onto the couch. Kelli got up, and straddled him. She guided his stiff manhood into her wet slit, and she lowered herself onto him. She pulled up her sweater, exposing her bare boobs to him.

"Put your hands right here, sweetie" she said.

Her breasts looked so perfectly shaped, so large, and so firm! Knowing that she used to be a man though, really freaked him out. Was Sandra going to do that to him too? Was he going to end up just like her? He looked up, and saw how happy she looked. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her face awash in delight. With her beauty, it was so easy for Shane to forget that she used to be a man. Finally, he allowed himself to come, and he felt his penis throb as it released a load into Kelli's pussy.

"How does she feel?" asked Sandra.

"What?" replied Shane.

"Kelli. How does she feel? What's going on in her heart right now? Women are empathetic. You should be able to understand what she's feeling."

"Um, she's very happy right now" said Shane. "She feels, I guess, warm and elated."

"Kelli?" asked Andrea. "Is that true?"

"Pretty much" she replied. "I just love being with a man! I'm so happy that you let me do him."

"I told you that if you were a good girl, I'd let you have a man. If you keep up your good behavior, I'll even let you be on the bottom next time."

"Would you?' said Kelli, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Now Kelli, it is your turn. How does Leslie feel?"

Kelli looked down at Shane, who was still under her, between her legs.

"She feels ashamed and inadequate. Her chest is so flat that she needs to stuff her bra, and that makes her sad. And she wishes that she had a pussy, like we all do, so she could be a complete woman. But something inside of her is holding back, not even admitting to herself that she wants her own pussy. I think that part of her still thinks that she's a man."

"Is that right?" asked Sandra, sounding annoyed. "After all you've been through, do you still harbor this delusion that you're a man?"

Shane looked at her, and felt a panic set in. Clearly, it would displease her greatly if he said he felt that he was still a man. He didn't want to let her down, not in front of her friend Andrea. And so he did the only thing he could do.

"No" he said. "I am a woman."

"Then prove it to me" said Sandra. Come here, and get down on your knees."

Kelli dismounted him, allowing him to move. He climbed down, and got on his knees in front of Sandra.

"Swear to me that you are a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" responded Shane.

"If you are a woman, then you won't mind taking birth control pills, so that you can have some female hormones in your system. Take these, and prove to me that you mean what you said."

She handed him a dozen little pink pills. He took them from her with a trembling hand, along with a glass of water that Andrea held out for him. He gulped them down, and winced, as he realized that he was ingesting female hormones into his system. He didn't realize that he was already awash in them, and this latest dose would just add more.

"Swear to me that you wish you had real boobs" said Sandra.

"I wish I had real boobs" echoed Shane.

"I'm glad you do" she replied to him. "The hormones you just took will make them start to grow. When the time is right, you'll get implants too, so you can be stacked. You're going to have real boobs soon, my love. Big ones, so you can feel like the woman that you are now."

Shane looked up at his wife, feeling true fear. The thought of having real boobs on his chest was truly frightening!

"Now swear to me that you wish you had a pussy too. Swear that you won't be happy until you do."

"I wish... I wish I had a pussy" said Shane, almost in a whisper. "I won't be happy until I do."

"Good" said Sandra. "Now prove to me that you're not a liar. Sign these papers."

"What are they?"

"Authorization forms for the surgery you'll undergo, to have your penis removed. This one changes your legal name to Leslie, so you can stop pretending that your name is Shane. And this one is a sworn statement from you, that you want to undergo a sex change and become a woman. If there are every any questions, I'll have a legal note showing that you did this all as your own choice. Now please sign them all my love."

Shane's hand trembled as he signed the papers. He was locking in a future life for himself as a woman.

"Very good, my love" said Sandra. "Why don't you go change into something fresh and clean, then bring in a bottle of wine. We have some celebrating to do."

"Yes dear" replied Shane, as he hurried off to the bedroom to change clothes.

 

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Leslie wiped her brow. The kitchen floor was almost done. Her Mistress wanted it to be thoroughly cleaned, so she could show it off to the man she was entertaining. Although her Mistress often shared a bed with Leslie, using her large strap-on with her, she sometimes dated men as well. It didn't matter what Leslie thought about the arrangements; as the slave, she had no say-so in this (or any) matter.

Leslie double-checked to make sure that everything was just right. She didn't want to displease her Mistress. If she worked hard and did a good job, she might be rewarded. Leslie wanted to please her Mistress more than anything. It was what she lived for.

Now the kitchen floor was sparkly clean. Leslie put away the cleaning solution, rinsed out the pail, and set the sponge on the set tub to dry. She took off her rubber gloves and shook her head. Her nails needed to be done, badly. Her nail polish was starting to chip on the ends. She needed to fix it, before her Mistress got home. But first, she needed to change.

Leslie went to the bathroom, and took a quick shower. She had just shaved her legs the night before, so they were okay. But she did shave under her arms, just to be safe. She washed her long hair too, since it had become sweaty from the hours of housework.

Now she turned the water off, and carefully wiped down the shower, as her Mistress liked her to do. She got out, dried off her body, patted her face dry with a towel, then wrapped the towel up in her hair so it could dry further, and not drip all over everything.

Leslie pulled on a fresh pair of panties. They fit snugly against her, laying flat across the front. These days, she didn't even think about it anymore, that there had once been a penis down there. She was used to having the slit there, which allowed her Mistress to penetrate her with the strap-on. Sometimes, when she was good, her Mistress allowed her to do herself, using a dildo. Mmmm, she loved that.

Next, Leslie put on her bra. With her large D-cup sized breasts, it was important that she wear one all the time. This bra was new; the underwire had started to poke out of the older one, as it wore down from the strain of supporting such large boobs. She expertly closed it in the back, something that had been difficult at first. Now it only took seconds, and it was something as automatic as tying your shoelaces.

She put on dark pantyhose, and then the maid's uniform. When her Mistress entertained company, it was her job to serve everyone. The uniform had a very short skirt, frilly trim, and a lacy white apron that she would put on after she did her hair and her makeup. She had already selected which pair of heels she would wear, so there wasn't much left to do to get ready.

But now she needed to work on her hair. She used the blowdryer on it, as she brushed it to get out any tangles. She pulled it back tight into a ponytail, then put on the little white cap that came with the maid's uniform. She pinned it in place, making sure it was centered perfectly.

She hummed as she did her makeup. Her Mistress would be so pleased with her, at how she did such a good job today. Everything was done just the way her Mistress liked it. There would be no punishment this time! She touched up her nails, double checked everything, and tied on her apron once the polish was dry.

She went downstairs to check on the roast in the oven. Everything was looking good. Her Mistress would be home soon; it was time to open a good bottle of wine, so it could breathe before it was drank. Leslie wondered if the man that her Mistress was bringing home was going to be as handsome as the last one. He had been quite a hunk. Her Mistress had promised that if she was a good girl, some day she would allow her to date a man. Leslie wanted that very much.

Her daydreams were interrupted, as she heard a car in the driveway. She hurried to the front door, and opened it for her Mistress, who was just returning from her hair appointment.

"Hello, Mistress" said Leslie. "Your hair is quite beautiful, if I may say so."

"Thank you Leslie" said Sandra. "That is quite kind of you to say."

"I have everything ready, just as you requested, Mistress" said Leslie. "Is there something else I can do for you now?"

Sandra looked around to inspect her slave's work. Everything indeed was perfect, just as she had asked.

"You did a good job today Leslie" she said. "As a reward, after dinner, when I dismiss you to your room, you may take one of the dildoes from the closet, so you can us it on yourself."

"Oh thank you Mistress, you are so kind!" said Leslie, her mouth smiling and her eyes glinting as she imagined what a wonderful night she would have.

"My date will be here soon. When he arrives, take care of him. Bring him any drink he wants, and make sure that his needs are attended to, until I come downstairs."

"Yes Mistress. Anything else?"

"No Leslie, that will be all."

Leslie nodded as her Mistress walked past her, and up the stairs. She sighed. She had become quite good at serving her Mistress, and attending to her every wish. She was so happy now. Her life was perfect. She smiled. What else could a girl like herself ever ask for?

  

  

  

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