Pod

by Jennifer White

  

I put down my tea cup to laugh at Kate's joke. She was my best friend, ever since we were young girls. Today had been a whirlwind of shopping, getting our nails done, and now lunch at a nice cafe downtown. I crossed my legs, admiring the cute new pair of sandals I had bought myself. I loved how they looked on my feet, and showed of my gleaming toenails, fresh from my pedicure.

Kate was telling me all about her friend Betty, and what kind of trouble Betty's children were having adjusting to their new school. I took a bite of my salad and chewed it daintily, as I listened intently. I took another sip of my tea, when suddenly my face lit up with a broad smile. It wasn't because of what Kate was saying; it was because I saw my husband Martin walking in the door!

"Oh look, there's Martin!" I said, interrupting her.

"Who's that he's with?" asked Kate.

"I think that's his secretary" I replied. "He must be taking her to lunch to thank her for her hard work."

Martin was such a nice man, he would do something like that for one of his employees. But something seemed wrong. He acted as the perfect gentleman, holding the door open for her, then pulling her chair out for her. But when he sat down across from her, I didn't like how he was leaning so close to her. As I watched, he took her hand in his, and they smiled at each other, their gazes fixed upon each other only. Couldn't he feel me looking at him?

"Colleen, this doesn't seem right" said Kate. "Are they..."

"I don't know" I said, as I felt a huge wave of emotions swell up inside me, making my voice crack. My eyes were wet already. Could my husband possibly be cheating on me? As I looked on, under the table, she had kicked her shoes off. And she was touching his leg with her foot! She was batter her eyes at him, flirting, and he was laughing, holding her hand!

"Are you going to confront him?" asked Kate.

"I... I don't know" I said, as I started to cry. I could feel my heart breaking. When I had married him, I had promised to be with him, and only him, until death do us part and all that. But here he was, just seven years into our marriage, and he was already having an affair! There could be no mistaking it.

To make matters even worse, Martin pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket. His secretary opened it up, and smiled. She gave him a kiss, then took out the contents of the box. A gold necklace, with some sort of red jewel dangling at the end. She put it on, and admired it, as Martin grinned at her. I ducked my head, hoping they wouldn't see me.

"I'm getting out of here" I said. "I can't take this. Can you get the check for me?"

"Sure" said Kate. "Are you okay Colleen? Let me come with you. You shouldn't be alone at a time like this."

She was such a good friend. I was sorry that I couldn't say that about Martin anymore.

* * *

I was just devastated about the whole thing. My husband was having an affair with his secretary. I went online, and scoured our credit card bill. I didn't see anything unusual, so I did something sneaky: I went into Martin's desk, and looked through the drawers. After some searching, I found the proverbial smoking gun: a credit card in his name only. The bill included charges at fancy restaurants where I had never been with him, two hotel rooms for days when he was in town, and several charges at the department store. Then I saw the last one: charges from a jeweler! I already *knew* from their body language. Now I had proof.

I showed Kate what I found, and she shook her head.

"What a rat" she said. "All men are such rats."

"I thought he was different" I said. "I thought...."

"You thought wrong. I'm *so* sorry Colleen. What are you going to do?"

I had options, but I didn't know what I would do. Part of me wanted to yell at him, scream at him, and claw his eyes out. Another part of me wanted to go cry my eyes out, eat a pound of chocolate, and sulk. Another part of me wanted to go have something strong to drink, and yet another part of me wanted to ignore it all, and pretend it didn't happen. I could forgive him. I could accuse him. I could leave him. I could cut him off in bd. I could tell everyone about what a rat he was. I was so confused, I didn't know what to do!

So I did what any woman would do in such as situation: talk. We went over to Kate's house, and we talked for hours. She called up a friend of hers who had been in a similar situation, so I could get some support from someone who had been there. Her friend Gigi arrived, bringing with her a bottle of champagne, and a box of chocolates. I looked at her and smiled. She *knew* what I felt, and she was going to try and help me feel better.

The three of us talked for hours, until all of the champagne was gone, along with the chocolates! I felt better, but I was still really upset at Martin, and what he had done. Didn't our marriage mean anything to him? Wasn't his word - his commitment - worth anything?

"Do you feel that he's been ignoring you lately?" asked Gigi in her cute French accent.

"Yes" I replied. "He *has* been less attentive to my needs."

"Tell me, does he by any chance have an iPod?" she said, which surprised me quite a bit!

"Yes" I said. "He wears it when he works out, or when he's doing yard work."

"Perfect" said Gigi. "Do you know how to load software on a computer?"

"Of course" I replied.

She dug through her purse, and pulled out a CD for me. She told me to go on the computer Martin used to program his iPod, and to run the install program on the CD. It would alter all of his files, interlacing specific subliminal instructions with the music. As he listened to the music, it would alter his brain, changing his behavior, making him become all mine.

Gigi explained how he would end up, and I smiled. It would be such a fitting punishment for him! She told me about how she had to do it to her husband, and how happy they both are now. All I had to do was to not let on that I knew about his affair. And anything I could do to encourage him to listen to his iPod would be good, since it would help speed up his inner transformation.

"The more he listens, the more he'll become yours" she said.

I took the CD from her, determined to make it happen.

* * *

The next day, after Martin left for work, I booted up his computer. I checked my email, and read all of the cute little things my girlfriends all sent back and forth to each other. I hated the chain-letter ones that tried to guilt you into sending it out to ten of your friends. Those I deleted. But there were always ones with cute baby pictures, or puppies, or cute sayings that made you say "Aw, gee". I loved those.

After my email chats with my friends, I took out the CD that Gigi had given me, and put it in the drive. It started the install program all by itself, so all I had to do was to follow the instructions, and let it run. There were several options to choose from, on how I wanted to reprogram my husband's mind. I smiled and laughed as I read through some of the choices. I selected the program called FeMaid, and picked several check boxes for options.

When I clicked "Done", it told me that it would take up to several hours, as it searched for, then altered the music files on the computer. The next time he synced up his iPod, he would download all of the updated files. As the program ran, I drove to the store, and bought a new CD for Martin. He'd be sure to scan it in, and update his iPod. Then the fun would begin.

He had a lot of music, so it took until 2:00 before it was done running. I got a little nervous, hoping it would complete before he got home! I didn't want him to know what I was up to, or my whole plan would be ruined. And anyway, he called up saying that he would be home late, because of a project he was working on. I knew in my mind that the project was his secretary! I had to hold my tongue, and not let on that I knew. I had to be patient, and let the programming work on him.

* * *

I was thrilled when Martin took his new CD from me, and scanned it in right away, then synced up his iPod.

"Why don't you give it a listen?" I said. "I know they're your favorite."

"Thank so much, honey" he said, as he put on his ear buds.

I smiled. He thought I was happy for him. He didn't realize what he was about to do to himself, as he switched his iPod on, and started to listen. I guess that it would have been cool if his programming could have kicked in right away, but I could see no immediate effect. That was fantasy anyway, and this was real life. In real life, something like this would take time. So I had to wait.

In fact, after two weeks I didn't see any change at all, and I called Gigi, worried that something had gone wrong.

"Is he listening to his iPod more now than before?" she asked.

"Yeah, he does. He wears it around the house now sometimes."

"Then its working. You need to have patience Colleen. Depending on how strong his mind is, it could take a month before you see any progress. Hang in there, girl!"

"I will" I said, thanking her for all her help.

I just needed to wait.

* * *

It was only after a month of Martin listening to his updated iPod, that I saw the first change in his behavior. It happened one night after we ate dinner together. I started to clear the table, as I always did.

"Let me get that, dear" said Martin, as he picked up the dirty plates.

He never did things like that to help me! He never volunteered for a chore; I always had to ask him, even if it was something he normally did, like taking out the garbage. Now here he was, offering to help! I of course thanked him nicely, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The instructions on the CD had told me that as he started to change, it would be helpful for me to praise him. Given my goal for his reprogramming, something like the kiss on the cheek would be great, but I'd be better off not trying to reward him with sex. That would be counter productive. The instructions said to treat him more like a sister, and so I did.

I was so excited that I had to run outside, supposedly to have a smoke. But in reality, it was to call Kate and Gigi, and tell them the good news. It was working!

"I'm so happy for you" said Gigi. "Just hang in there. Now that the subliminal instructions have broken through the layers of his mind, things will go faster now."

I was going to keep a sharp lookout for the next set of changes.

* * *

After that first day, Martin started to help me out with my housework all the time. He even started vacuuming the carpet without being told! It was wonderful, and it decreased the work that I had to do. I was humming as I folded the laundry, I felt so happy. I put away his clothes, and then I opened up my drawer to put away my panties. When I looked inside, I noticed that things weren't quite the way I had left them! I had one pair of panties that was black and silky. I never wore them, except for special occasions. Yet they were on the top of the pile. There was no doubt about it; Martin was getting interested in my clothes! I was so happy that it was working!

And about a week later, I found something even better. In the dirty clothes hamper, I found my pink and white striped thong panties. But I hadn't worn them in ages. They had definitely been worn. If I hadn't worn them, that left only one possibility. Martin was dressing up in my panties now. Oh how wonderful that news was! I had to hurry to tell Gigi and Kate. They were overjoyed as well.

"Strong in the male mind is the fear of the feminine" she said. "If you had told him to put on your panties, would he have?"

"No way" I replied. "He would have laughed, and said I was crazy."

"Exactly. If such a strong part of his mind has been compromised, then you know the deep programming is working too. It won't be long now my dear!"

"We'll celebrate soon" I said, smiling as I hung up.

* * *

The instructions that came on the CD told me that this was the hardest part. I was to ignore the changes I saw in my husband, and to pretend I didn't notice anything. Like the day I came home to find him vacuuming the livingroom, which was very nice of him to do. The thing was, that I could clearly see that under his shirt, he had a bra on! The shape straps on his shoulders showed through his shirt. I wanted to laugh, and I wanted to cry. And I wanted to say something to him! But I just did what the instructions said: I thanked him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling him how wonderful it was for him to help out around the house.

"I'm so thankful" I said, laying it on. "It is so special that you're doing a chore for me."

I could see a bulge forming in his pants. Having me thank him for doing a chore was getting him hard! That was pretty mind-blowing to see, that it was actually working. I could hardly believe it myself. My husband was now wearing a bra and panties. It was time for me to get the next phase of the plan ready.

First, I had Martin clean out the spare room in our house. It was supposed to be the guest room, but after our seven years of marriage there were boxes on the floor, clothes laid on the bed, and quite a mess. I was never happy about the room being like that, but cleaning it was never a priority. It was always something that we would get around to "later".

Well, "later" was now. And Martin had become enthralled with cleaning, as his mind was being reprogrammed. I almost laughed at the sight of him working on the room, the iPod in his ears, reinforcing the new programming in his mind. By now, just the act of cleaning and doing housework was enough to give him an erection! Wow, this was great! I sat on the couch and watched a movie, while he toiled upstairs. He told me that he *wanted* me to relax, and that he wanted to do all the work!

After the movie, I told him I was going out shopping (which was the truth). I just didn't tell him what I was shopping for. I rounded up Kate and Gigi, and we made the rounds.

"All right, so your husband is soon going to find himself being your feminized maid" said Gigi. "What does a maid wear?"

"A uniform" I said.

"Exactly" she replied. "Lets go to the lingerie shop on 7th. They have sexy costumes, and I'm sure we can find something frilly for him."

"Or *her*!" added Kate, causing us all to laugh.

We parked the car, and went inside. We looked at the wall with all the boxes of dildos, and we all had a naughty case of the giggles. We went to the side wall where the costumes were located. Sure enough, there was a sexy French maid costume, with lots of frilly lace and a cute apron.

"French, like you" I said to Gigi.

"Oui" she replied, as I found the one with the largest size that they had.

"I need a wig" said Kate to the salesperson. "Something realistic, and sexy. I want to be a blonde for the weekend."

"I think you'll like this one" said the clerk. "It isn't cheap, but it is the best looking one we carry."

"That will be perfect" she said. "It will have to go over all this hair. You had better give me one in a large size."

"No problem" said the clerk.

We all looked at each other, covered our mouths and giggled again. She had just picked out one for Martin, but made it sound as if she was getting one for herself! We went around and selected some lingerie for Martin. A sexy garter belt, nylons, a baby doll teddy, and more. When we checked out, the tab was rather high, but Kate reminded me of how good it was going to be when we were done, so I paid it.

Next, we drove to a specialty shop. If Martin was to look right in a bra, the cups needed to be filled out. Kate knew a store that sold breast forms. A friend of hers had bought them when she had breast cancer. We picked out a pair for Martin, in D cup size, since he'd need something big to look proportionate, given his shoulder size.

Speaking of size, the hardest part came next. We went from shoe store to shoe store, looking for one that carried something with a heel in a large enough size to get on Martin's feet. It took us six tries before we found one store that carried larger sizes. I bought him some pumps, mules, and some cute Mary Jane's. I hoped they fit! If they were too small, I'd be out of luck.

We scoured several secondhand store, finding more skirts, dresses, and all sorts of clothes for him. It was quite a haul when we were done! Kate kept it all in her car. We would move it into the house on Monday, when Martin went off to work, and we could arrange things in his new room that he had just cleaned and prepared.

We were ready to move forward, as soon as I saw the right sign.

* * *

It only took a few more days, and I was stunned to see it. Martin was mopping the kitchen floor, which was nice of him to do. I could tell that he had a bra on again, because it showed right through his white shirt. Actually, it was one of *mine*, made of a nice soft material. But the shocking part was what else he had on: one of my skirts! It revealed his legs, which had been shaved clean and smooth. Even knowing it was coming, it was still a shock to see my husband in a skirt, with shaved legs!

What I needed to do now would be hard. I had to act stern and upset, and be rather forceful. I normally didn't like to be that way, but I had to put on the right show, in order for things to work out. I took a deep breath, and went into action.

"Hello dear" I said, as I walked into the room.

"Be careful, its not dry yet" he warned.

"Stop" I said in the most commanding voice I could muster. "Look at me. Pay full attention!"

Martin stopped, and stared at me. He looked so silly there in his skirt like that! I wanted to laugh, but I had to keep a straight face.

"It is so *wonderful* that you're doing the cleaning for me, dear" I said, starting with praise. "And you look absolutely smashing today. Your taste in clothes has improved *so* much, recently."

He smiled broadly from the praise. But now it was time to bring the hammer down.

"But do you realize that you're ruining my good clothes, wearing them to clean? You're staining my blouse! And look at the dirt you got on my skirt! You've ruined them!!!"

"I'm so sorry" he said, his voice meek and higher in pitch than normal. "I promise I'll do the laundry, and clean them up."

"No!!!" I said, forcefully. "You have *ruined* them forever. Don't you have any appreciation for my things?"

"I'm sorry..." he said again, and it looked like he was going to cry.

In his mind, he thought he was going to receive nothing but praise from me, so when I came at him like this, it shattered him. Now he was in the perfect state to make the big transition.

"Don't cry" I said, now in a gentler tone. "I just want you to promise that you won't wear my clothes anymore when you're cleaning."

"I promise" he said, sounding like it broke his heart to think of cleaning wearing his own things!

"Come with me" I said, reaching out my hand for his. He took my hand, and I could feel that he had recently applied lotion to his own, trying to keep it soft. Nice.

I led him up to the guest room, and opened the door. I went to the closet, and opened it up too. There, on a hanger on the back of the door was the maid's uniform. His eyes grew wide, like a child on her birthday.

"Its for you honey, so you have something proper to wear when you're doing the housework."

"Really?" he asked. "For me?"

"Yes. Would you like to put it on now?"

"May I?" he said.

"Yes, you may."

He took off my skirt and my blouse, carefully placing them on the bed, rather than tossing them on the floor like he used to do before I initiated the program to alter his mind. I liked it that he was better behaved now! I smiled as I saw that he had chosen a matching bra and panty set to wear.

"I don't want you wearing my bras anymore" I told him.

"No?" he said, with great sadness in his voice. He looked like he was about to cry at the thought of not being allowed to wear a bra anymore! It was really difficult for me to keep a straight face. He was pouting like an eight year old girl.

"No" I said, as I walked over to the dresser. "From now on, you will wear your own."

I opened up the drawer with the bras we bought at the lingerie store, and the ones from the secondhand store. Martin's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop. He seemed so excited that he had his on bras now, and that he wasn't going to have to sneak into one of mine. It didn't seem to bother him at all; he was just excited about it!

"And here are your panties" I said, opening up the next drawer. "Put them on for me. Lets see how pretty you look in them."

I watched him take off his bra with enough ease that I knew he had been wearing one for weeks. He exchanged it for one of his new ones, then he picked out a matching panty for it from the other drawer. He stared towards his new uniform, but I wasn't done with him yet! I ordered him to stand still, and I wrapped the garter belt around his waist. Then I pulled out the nylons, and showed him how to put them on so that you wouldn't cause a run. He put the second one on himself, and I praised him on how good his legs looked.

Now for the best part: I opened another drawer in the dresser, and showed him his new breast forms. His eyes were popping out of his head as I took them out, and slid them into his bra.

"Now you've got boobs" I said. "Now you look so pretty."

"I can't believe this..." he gasped. I though he was going to come in his panties, from the look on his face.

"You're becoming a girl now, and a girl should have boobs" I replied. "You will wear them at all times when you're home."

"Yes. I promise" he said.

I let him put on his new uniform, and I showed him how to tie the apron on. He still looked ridiculous, with his male face with feminine attire. But I wasn't done yet. Next, I had him try on the shoes we had found for him the other day. I was relieved when he was able to squeeze his feet into them.

"They're tight" he said.

"They're supposed to be tight" I replied. "*My* feet are sore after I wear heels all day."

He shrugged, and accepted it, just like that! Wow, this was great. I smiled warmly as I showed him the wig, and helped him put it on.

"I expect you to wear this at all times when you're at home" I said, firmly. "Until you grow your own hair out long and pretty, that is."

He stared at himself in the mirror, and toyed with his hair, curling it around his finger. I sat him down in front of the vanity, and showed him the tray of cosmetics I had for him. Mostly free samples I had saved up, from my own trips to the department store. But I bought a few things here and there. I started to teach him how to put on his own makeup, and it was a strange experience for me.

I had always dreamed that some day I'd have a daughter, and I would do things like this with her, teaching her all of the beauty secrets that my own mother had taught me. I thought it would be such a special experience the first time I helped her put on mascara or lipstick. But here I was, seven years into my marriage, and no children in sight. And instead of teaching my daughter how to do it, I was teaching my *husband*. I looked at him, and for the first time I viewed him as almost really being a woman. It felt strange to see my husband as a female, to say the least!

"Now get down on your knees" I said.

He quickly obeyed. As he looked up at me, I put my hands on my hips, and stood right over him so I would look as powerful as possible. I was taking charge now, and I hoped that his programming had indeed kicked in completely.

"You are no longer a man to me" I said. "When I look at you, I see a *woman*."

"Thank you" he said, as if I had just paid him a compliment!

"You are not my husband anymore. You are my *maid*, a hired servant. From now on, you serve *me*."

"Yes, Colleen" he said.

"No!" I snapped. "You are not my equal! It is not your place to address me in such a familiar manner. You will call me Ms. Wallace when we have guests. And when we are alone, you will address me as 'master'. I'm not your mistress, I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my master" he said.

"And when we're with guests?"

"You are Ms. Wallace."

"Good girl" I said.

My maiden name was Wallace. By using that name, it implied his removal as my husband. It was important at this point for me to make him understand his new place. If he felt like he was still my husband, he'd feel like he had some power over me. I needed to break that hope for him. So I took the next step.

"You're not my husband anymore. You are my maid. Take off your wedding ring, and give it to me."

He took the ring off his finger, and handed it to me. I opened up a little box, and swapped it with the ring I had inside of it: a secondhand engagement ring with a fake stone. I bought the largest one I could find at the secondhand store, and had it resized as large as I could get it. I made him put it on his finger, which required using some cream as a lubricant, and significant effort!

"Now you will always remember that you are a *maid*" I said. "Tell me that you belong to me now."

"I am yours, my master" he said.

For the rest of the day, I ran him around, making him do different chores around the house, as well as waiting on me hand and foot. It was wonderful to watch, and so much fun for me. I put the iPod on him as he started to do the windows. It couldn't hurt to reinforce his programming just a little bit more. We had another big step to take that night, and I wanted to be sure he was ready.

* * *

That night, as we prepared to go to bed, I had Martin stand up at attention. I ordered him to remove all of his clothes, so that he was completely naked. I let him stand there for a while, shivering.

"A husband swears to his wife to be loyal, and to love only her. Isn't that true?" I asked.

"Of course, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

"And if that husband, who has sworn his faithfulness to his wife, should stray from her, and start to see other women, then he has not lived up to his oath and his obligations, has he?"

"No Ms. Wallace."

Now for the good part!

"And if the husband isn't living up to his obligations, then should the wife have to live up to hers?"

"No, Ms. Wallace."

"Exactly. In fact, the wife would be justified in cutting her husband off from having any sex at all, wouldn't she?"

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

Perfect!

"Close your eyes" I said.

He closed his eyes, and I watched him teeter just a bit, as he stood there. I opened up the closet, and pulled out something special I had bought for this occasion. It was called a 'gaff', and essentially it was a fake pussy that I was going to pull over his penis to hide it. But more importantly, it was held in place by leather straps with metal inside them. It would be impossible to cut off. And best of all, it fastened in back with a lock!

I had him step forward, and I gently pulled it up his legs. I worked his little penis into a tube that led to the outside, so he would be able to urinate. Then I pulled it up into place, tightened it as much as I could, and finally turned the key to lock it up. I placed the key onto my necklace, and it dangled there between my boobs, making me shiver for a moment from the coldness of the metal.

"You may open your eyes now" I said.

Martin looked at himself, but he did not react as if he was upset. In fact, he smiled! The programming was making him *want* to be a woman, so having the gaff on was actually something he *liked*. Wow, that was mind-boggling!

"Your tiny little penis is now locked away tightly" I said. "With your gaff on, you won't be able to come. It will be a *very* long time before I allow you to take it off again. I am cutting you off from all sexual pleasure, until I am certain that I can trust you again."

He seemed to take that rather well. I let him put a nightie on, so he wouldn't be so chilly, and then I sat him down. I gave him a stack of papers to sign, which I had gathered over the past few days. He signed over the deed to the house, all to me. And he signed authorizations for me to transfer all of our bank account and other assets. I would put them where only *I* had control of them. I was taking all financial assets and control from him too at this point. If he owned nothing, he had no power at all.

"This is a form to begin the process for your legal name change. Sign here to indicate that you agree that your new name is going to be Melinda Lynn Wallace."

He signed, and handed me the paper. I had just given him a girl's name for his first name, and *my* maiden name for his last name! In the morning, I would file the documents at the bank and such, and it would all be official. I was in completely control now.

* * *

A week after Martin's legal name become Melinda, I planned a special evening, with the help of Gigi and Kate of course. I had him spend all day cooking, cleaning, polishing the good silver, and setting the table all fancy. I informed him that there would be a dinner guest, and he would be providing service for us.

When I heard the doorbell ring, I ordered him to go get the door.

"Go see our guest in, Melinda" I said.

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" he replied, as he scurried over, his high heels clicking on the hard wood floor.

The door opened, and I smiled as I saw Randall standing in the door. He was so tall, so handsome, so masculine. His face had that ruggedness that I loved, his hair was just a little unkempt, but that just added to his charm. He had brought a dozen roses for me, and I gushed over them as I greeted him with a hug.

"Melinda, go put these in a vase with water, after you hang up Randall's coat" I said.

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" replied Martin. I watched as he obediently hung up the coat, and hurried off to the kitchen to put the flowers in the vase. I saw Randall to his seat, and chatted with him until my new maid returned with flowers.

"Put them on the table, over there" I said.

"Can I offer you a drink, sir?" asked Martin, after he was done. Just as I had trained him.

"Scotch" said Randall. "Fifteen year old if you have it."

"Yes sir. And for you, Ms. Wallace?"

"I'll have the Chablis" I replied.

After Martin headed to the kitchen, I told Randall that I needed a moment, and I would be right back. I strutted into the kitchen, pausing once to look back over my shoulder at Randall, and give him a wink. Men liked that, for some reason I didn't understand. I knew he'd be checking out how my butt looked in my tight black dress. I knew how to flirt. The question was: did 'Melinda'?

"Melinda!" I said, acting for the moment as if she was a girlfriend. "Isn't he just so hot?"

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

"I mean, he's so handsome, so strong. Such a man! Wouldn't you say that *any* woman would want him?"

"Of course, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

"Tell me Melinda, now that you are no longer a man, and you are no longer a husband to me, do you think that I should be able to start dating Randall?"

Martin looked a little pained in the face, but he agreed with me.

"I'm so glad you feel that way" I said. "After dinner, I am going to fuck him so hard! I want for you to hide in the closet in my bedroom, so you can watch everything. I want you to learn how to seduce a man in the bedroom."

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" he replied, his face again looking a little uncertain and pained. Oh what emotional conflicts must have been going through his head at that point! And you know what? He deserved to suffer after what he did to me.

Dinner was wonderful, as I made 'Melinda' wait on us both, hand and foot. We had an after dinner drink, and then I made my move on Randall. He seemed more than willing, and soon I had him with me up in my bedroom. I knew that Martin would be hiding in the closet, so I kept the lights dim. I had placed a surprise for Martin, in the space I had cleared for him to hide in. I placed a large, realistic dildo there, with a note that told him to use it on himself, and to do to it whatever *I* did to Randall.

Martin didn't know it, but another aspect of his programming was that he would be turned on at the thought of (and the sight of) me having sex with other men. So the moment that I let Randall start kissing me, I knew that Martin would be getting hard. I needed to move fast now. I got Randall's pants off, and I started to gently move my hand up and down on the shaft of his penis. I shot a glance over to the closet, as if to remind 'Melinda' to do the same to the dildo.

Then I went down on Randall, to get him really hard and ready. I was all wet by now, turned on by his strength, his hard muscles, his hairy chest with six-pack abs, and his wonderful kisses.

"Take me, I'm yours" I said, as I let his huge penis out of my mouth. "I want you inside me so bad! How do you want me, baby? Tell me what to do. Be a man, and take control of me!"

"Lay on your back" he said.

"Oh yeah, baby! Tell me what to do!" I said, my face showing all the pleasure I could muster. I needed for Martin to see how a man had so much power over me. By doing that, coupled with the fact that he was my slave, it would take away any last feelings he had that he was a man. I did everything that Randall asked of me, and I put on quite a show moaning as he slid his huge erection into my receptive wet pussy. Wow. I didn't need to fake the orgasms at all; they were quite real! He was a much better lover than Martin ever was, and I just felt so swept away by his passions as I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Wow.

In fact, I was so taken with Randall and what he was doing to me, and making me feel, that I forgot all about Martin hiding the closet. I was just swept up in the passion, as he ravished me. When we were done, I *really* needed to smoke a cigarette, even though I had been trying to cut back. I was trembling all over. I wanted to be *his*, it was so good.

I felt sad when Randall got dressed and left. I asked him if I could see him again some time, and I was thrilled when he told me he was interested. I had to call Kate right away, even at the late hour, to tell her how good Randall was. I just needed to talk to a girl!

"What does Martin think of him?" she asked.

"Oh my gosh, I forgot all about Martin. I'll call you tomorrow" I said.

I hurried up to my bedroom, and threw open the closet. Martin was laying on the floor, asleep, clutching the dildo to his chest, like a little girl with a doll. How cute. I woke him up, and helped him into the bed, before I got in and collapsed next to him. Mmmm. I felt so happy and contented.

* * *

The next morning, Martin was up before I was. When I woke up, I put on my slippers, went to "the little girl's room", then went downstairs to get some coffee. Martin had already cleaned up the mess from the night before, made coffee, and was in the process of making bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast!

"Good morning, Ms. Wallace" he said, cheerfully. "I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but now you're up so I could serve you here at the table."

"That would be fine" I replied, as I took a sip of coffee. I had the slight edge of a hangover. Too much Chablis perhaps. Or too much Randall! Our romp the night before was better than any drink I ever had!

"We have a big day today, Melinda" I said, after I finished off the glass of fresh squeezed grapefruit juice that 'she' had made me.

"Yes, Ms. Wallace?" he replied.

"We're going to see a doctor today" I continued. "She will measure you, and prepare for your first surgery. We will start with a bb job. I think you'd look marvelous with D cups. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

"And then we can begin the planning for your other operations. Within a year, you will be a real woman, and you will be able to go out and get a man like Randall all for yourself. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Thank you, Ms. Wallace. You certainly seemed to enjoy his company."

"Yes, Melinda. And soon, *you* will be doing that with a man. Maybe some day you'll find a nice man who wants to marry you. But you will need to know how to please him in bed. You have much to learn! And I am going to teach you how to seduce a man, how to make him come, and how to keep him happy. I just hope you can find a man who is faithful, and won't cheat on you."

"Thank you, Ms. Wallace" he replied.

It was all set now. Soon, Martin would be a *real* woman, and I would be with Randall. A fitting fate for a cheating man like himself! I couldn't wait until the day that he really was a woman, so he would be able to truly empathize with all of the things he had put me through. It was only a matter of time now...

To Be Continued?????

  

  

  

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