The Spiders Web

by Jennifer White

  

I was working in the yard, pulling weeds out from under the hedge, when I first saw my new neighbor. She was moving in to the house next door, directing around a crew of workmen hauling couches, beds, dressers and such. It was hard for me not to stare at her; she was a real knockout! Her long blonde hair was blowing in the breeze, her tight body was wrapped in very sexy jeans and a tight sweater that made her large boobs really stand out. Even from a distance, I could tell that she was one of those rare special woman that had that something about them.

Right away, I wondered if she had a husband or boyfriend. Then I felt like kicking myself. If I had still been single, it would have been right to think this way. But I was happily married to a wonderful woman. Deana was really awesome. She was pretty, athletic, and smart to boot. She was already a mid-level manager after just eight years at her firm, on track to become an executive soon (we hoped!). Already, she was outearning me. With two salaries and no children, we were able to afford the nice big house in the suburbs we had always wanted.

But we didn't have enough left over to pay for a gardener. So I turned my attention back to the stupid weeds, looking away from the gorgeous woman standing in the driveway next door.

* * *

On Saturday, I was helping Deana clean up the kitchen after we finished eating dinner. I was washing the dishes, and she was drying.

"I forget to tell you" she said as I handed her a plate. "I met our new neighbor earlier today while you were at the hardware store."

"Really?" I said, not wanting to let on that I had seen her already. "I saw the moving trucks. Was he nice?"

"It was a she" replied Deana.

Good. I had fooled her, which isn't easy to do!

"And yes, she seemed very nice. She asked me if you could come over tomorrow to help her move something heavy. She's just a little thing. Would you be a dear and run over to help her?"

"I guess I could" I said, not wanting to sound enthusiastic! But inside, my heart beat faster.

I took Deana up to our bedroom, with visions of the new neighbor filling my head, making me feel so excited. As we made love, I did something I had never done before: I imagined that I wasn't on top of Deana; I imagined it was her. I didn't even know her name, but she was already so much in my head that I felt like I needed her. Why was I imaging that Deana was her? I loved my wife. But pretending that I was with her just drove me wild, and I come so hard.

* * *

I tried to act casual as I walked next door. I stretched my arms, ready to show off my strength to impress the new neighbor. Deana was off at her usual monthly hair appointment, so there was no rush. I felt as nervous as a schoolboy as I rang the doorbell though. I was going to get to see her, up close. I gulped as the door swung open.

"Hello, I've been expecting you. Come in" she said in a voice that was at once alluring and authoritative.

"Hi" I replied in a shaky voice as I looked at her flawless face, her perfect hair, her wonderful boobs, her long smooth legs, and her curvy body. She was flawless. She wore a white skirt which flared out to show off her hips, along with a tight tank top that let her nipples show through. I felt myself get hard just looking at her.

She closed the door as I walked into her house.

"I am Ashley" she said.

"Nice to meet you Ashley" I replied.

Instinctively, I held out my hand to shake hers. She took her hand, but rather than placing it in mine, she put it on my cheek. She ran her finger lightly across my eyebrow, then over to my ear. I froze as she leaned forward and gave me a kiss. Our eyes locked. I could not look away.

"You've felt me calling to you" she said.

I wanted to answer, but my mouth would not make a sound. I nodded instead.

"Now you are here, and you are mine" she continued. "You cannot resist me in any way. You will obey all of my commands, at all times, no matter what. What you want doesn't matter. What you think and feel does not matter. What your wife tells you does not matter. Only I matter to you now. Get down on your knees."

Almost before the words were out of her mouth, I found myself down on the floor, on my knees in front of her. Why had I obeyed her? I didn't want to be doing this! I felt a sudden urge to escape, like a fly that has just realized it is getting tangled in a spiders web. I wanted to struggle and get up, but my brain didn't seem to be connected to my legs anymore. Trying to move was like trying to lift a car; I could not budge.

"Show me that you are mine now" she said. "I have some dirt splattered on my shoes. Lick them clean."

Before I knew it, my tongue was on her shoes. They tasted awful. They were some kind of shiny material like vinyl, and there were some light brown dirt spots. I wanted to stop, but I kept going until both shoes were completely free of dirt. When I was done, I just remained on my knees, waiting for her to tell me what to do next. Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I resist her? I needed to get out of there, before it was too late! What was she doing to me, and how was this even possible?

"My bedroom is at the top of the stairs, on the left" she said. "Pick me up, and carry me to my bedroom, like a groom carries his bride into their new house."

Almost like I had done with Deana a year ago, I picked her up, holding her in my arms. I walked up the stairs, and turned left at the top. An open door led into her bedroom, which was furnished with all sorts of antiques, lacy curtains, flowery wallpaper, and in the middle: a king sized canopy bed with white lace sheets. I placed her gently on the bed.

"Take off your pants" she said. "And those boxers too."

I kicked off my shoes, took off my pants and my boxers in a rush.

"Sit on the bed, and get those socks off too" she said.

I did as she requested. Again I questioned it: why was I doing this? Why was I getting naked for her? I loved my wife, and I didn't want to do something to go behind her back like this! Why couldn't I resist her commands?

As I sat there, she lifted up her flowing skirt, and I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy. She shaved, so that there was just a small rectangle of hair down there. Her pink parts were all exposed to me, looking so tempting. Before I knew what was happening, she came up to me, put her arms around my neck, and sat on me. I could feel my hard penis going into her moist, tender, pink pussy.

I was inside her now.

"No!" I managed to say, using all my strength. "I love my wife!"

"Yes, you do" she said. "Only now, you love me more. Already when you see your wife, and you feel turned on, you will see me in her. She is no longer the focus of your life. I am now. You are mine, and you live only for me."

She lifted up a ways, then back down, causing a tremor through my body as her pussy surrounded my penis, stimulating me all over.

"Take my shirt off" she commanded. "I want you to hold my boobs in your hands, so you know just what they feel like."

I felt a small tear well up, as my hands betrayed me by doing what she said. Soon, I was holding her large breasts in my hands, and I felt even more excited. I was so close to coming inside her, but I didn't want to! Not at all!

Now Ashley reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off of me somehow. She reached up, and started to pinch my nipples with her fingers. This did something to me to drive me right over the edge, and with her next movement, I couldn't help it: I come really hard inside of hr.

"Now you understand that you are completely mine" she said. "You will do as I tell you. Even if you weren't in my power, you'd still obey me now, because I've just captured our whole time together on camera. You didn't notice it over there, did you? I could show this to your dear Deana, and she'd see what you've done.

"No!" I said.

Ashley smiled at me. She stood up, and used my boxers to wipe off the fluids that were dripping down her legs. She told me she was going to clean up, and walked into the adjoining bathroom. A few moments later she returned, still wearing only her skirt. She went to a drawer in her dresser, and pulled out a white bra, which she put on herself with grace and ease. Then she took another bra out of the drawer, and walked over to me.

"Put this on" she said. "It will be a sign of my dominance over you, that you're wearing my bra."

With fumbling hands that had only ever taken a bra off of a woman, I tried to put it on myself. It took several tries and many mistakes before I got it on properly. I felt so foolish to be sitting there, wearing nothing but a bra! She picked up my shirt, put it back on me, and buttoned it up, hiding the bra from sight.

"I command you that you will always wear a bra from now on. You make take it off to shower. Otherwise, you will wear it all day, every day, unless I tell you otherwise. If you even think of taking it off, you will feel the pain of a thousand fires. You will always wear it, at all times, and you will obey me. Now tell me what you are going to do!"

"I will always wear a bra" I said, much to my shock, amazement, and utter dismay. What had I gotten myself into here?

Ashley handed me my boxers. There were all wet, with a mixture of my come and her juices. I put them on, even though it felt all cold now. I put on my socks and my pants, followed by my shoes. I stood there in silence, as she smiled at me.

"You may go home now" she said. "You will dream of me tonight. You are mine now."

I went home feeling dejected. What had I done? I had just cheated on my wife! I hadn't wanted to; somehow she had made me do it. Somehow, I was in her power, and now I was even wearing her bra! I went home, and cleaned myself off. I threw out my boxers, not wanting Deana to find them, or she'd know about me and Ashley. I was terrified now. What would happen when she saw I was wearing a bra? How could I ever explain it to her?

I was so relieved when she got home that she didn't see what I had on under my shirt! But all that evening, I was sweating it out, praying that I wouldn't be discovered. I felt lucky that it escaped her notice! But when we went to bed, I almost cried as I put on a nightshirt. How was I going to be able to touch her in bed, if I had a bra on? I wanted to take it off, but as Ashley had threatened, just the thought of removing it made me feel a burning pain, until I let the thought pass.

I fell asleep next to my wife, not even touching her. I was spent anyway; Ashley had made me come so hard that I wouldn't have been able to get it up again that night anyway.

* * *

Just as Ashley had threatened, I dreamed of her all night long. I dreamed we were in her bed, with all the frilly lace, and she was on top of me. In the dream, I was all hers, doing whatever she told me. It was just like real life, except that in the dream, I liked it somehow, and begged her for more.

I got up before Deana did, so I could shower then get dressed before she woke up. I couldn't let her see me in Ashley's bra! It felt like such a relief to take it off, even for just the few minutes I was in the shower. I was alarmed to see the red marks it made on my skin. Even with it off, you could tell I had been wearing it!

As soon as I got out of the shower and dried off, I started to feel a heat building up on my chest. It started as a tingle, then turned into a warmth. Now it was fast becoming painful. It kept going up in intensity, as if my chest was covered in hot coals. I remembered what Ashley had said about the bra. Sadly, I picked it up, and put it on. The moment I closed it up in back, the pain vanished, and I felt a rush of pure pleasure. I had to close my eyes, and I almost fell over. No! I didn't want to feel good about wearing a stupid bra!

Quickly, I put on my shirt, even before I put my boxers on. What if Deana walked in on me? I was relieved that she hadn't noticed what I had on, but how long could I hide it from her? I had to stop Ashley from moving forward, before anything happened to ruin my relationship with Deana. She was my wife, and I loved her. I hated that Ashley was making me love her more. It wasn't love! It was some kind of hold she had on me. I had to discover how she was doing this to me, before I got into it too deep!

All day long at work, I was so scared that someone would notice that I was wearing a bra. I never quite got comfortable. I stayed hidden in my cubicle, eating a lunch I brought with me. I only went out to use the rest room, and once for coffee. But even then I kept my suit jacket on, even though it was a very hot day. I wasn't about to get caught!

I was working on a spreadsheet, when the phone rang. I picked it up and answered it.

"Hello sweetie" said a voice. Ashley.

"Hi" I said, my voice cracking. How had she tracked me down at work?

"How is your first full day wearing a bra?" she said, as if we were friends having a chat.

"I don't like it" I said.

"Its something that women do every day. You'll get used to it."

I wanted to protest, and tell her that I wasn't a woman! But I couldn't say very much in the office. What if someone heard me?

"By your silence, I see that you have already accepted it. Very good sweetie. Now listen carefully. I have a task for you. You will come over to my house this evening, at 8:30pm sharp. I have something very special planned for you. But when you arrive, it is very important that you are properly groomed. You are to remove all of that nasty hair from your arms, your legs, your chest, your pubic hair, and even under your arms. I command you to arrive on time, with no body hair. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I said, feeling frightened.

"Good girl" she said. "See you tonight honey."

She hung up, and I just held the phone in my hand, listening to the beeping tone, wondering if there was anything I could do.

* * *

I felt so awful standing there at Ashley's door. I looked at my watch. 8:29pm. I felt all weird, having just showered and shaved off all of the hair from my body. I squirmed as I waited, feeling more uncomfortable than I had ever been. I was sweating, just standing there. I didn't want to do this! Why couldn't I resist her commands?

Right as my watch moved to 8:30, Ashley opened the door. I walked in, and felt my heart sink as she closed it with a solid 'thud' sound. She pointed to the floor, and I fell to my knees. I felt so helpless!

"What have you done to me?" I asked. "Why can't I resist your commands?"

"Because I have made you mine" she said. "You will never inquire about such things again. All that you need to know, is that you are mine."

Now I had to go through licking her shoes again, which was utterly humiliating. Then she led me by the hand up to her bedroom again.

"Take off those nasty clothes of yours, and show me what a good job you did of removing all that ugly body hair."

Against my will, I took everything off, except the bra. I didn't want to feel the pain again! But as I stood there, she removed it from me. I was quite relieved when I didn't feel any pain this time. But I was trembling in fear. What was she going to do to me now? My eyes were wide open with a look of horror on my face as she picked up two devices from her dresser.

They were round and small, about an inch wide, and half an inch thick. She took one of them, and placed it over my left nipple. She pressed it into me hard, and when she let go, it stayed in place. Then she put the other one over my right nipple. What could these things be?

Ashley picked up a black remote control, and pressed a button. Suddenly, the things she had placed over my nipples started to vibrate. Why was she doing this? I didn't like that it felt good, and made me start to get hard. Now she put a bra onto me, light blue in color this time. The cups were all lacy as they hung loosely on my chest.

Now Ashley opened up a drawer, and pulled out something that looked just like a woman's breast. I saw that a second one sat in the drawer as well. She pulled on the cup of my bra, and slid the first one in, and I started to blush. Now she put the second one in too, and all I could do was to whimper the word "why?"

"These were made using a cast of my boobs" she said. "You need to get used to how it feels to have nice full firm breasts. Remember how you held mine yesterday? Soon you'll be able to hold your own like that. In the mean time, you can get used to how it feels."

Get used to it? No! I didn't want this! I had to stop her! But I was completely powerless.

"See how you're all hard?" she said. "I can tell that you really like having boobs. Good."

It wasn't the big fake boobs that were getting me hard; it was the vibrations from those things on my nipples, along with seeing Ashley strutting around in heels with a tight black dress on! She reached forward and placed her hands on my fake breasts.

"Now your chest is the same as mine. This is your first step in learning what it feels like to be a woman."

She ordered me to lay down on the bed, which I did. She removed her panties, and soon she was on top of me, riding me again. She held her hands on the fake boobs in my bra, and smiled.

"It feels good to have boobs" she said. "From now on, you'll feel like part of you is missing if your bra isn't filled up."

I didn't want to feel pleasure from this all, but I couldn't help it. I come inside her again. She smiled and leaned over to kiss me. Her hair fell around my head, and I felt trapped by her as she kissed me hard, and put her tongue into my mouth. For some reason, my legs went up and wrapped around her, like Deana did to me when I was on top of her. She was somehow forcing me to feel like I was her woman. And I hated the feeling, even though it meant a rush of pleasure.

When Ashley finally got off me and went to clean up, she made me stand there, wearing just the stuffed bra. She picked up her panties off the floor, and handed them to me.

"Smell them" she said. "You're going to get to know the smell from my pussy very well."

As sick as it seemed, I picked them up, and smelled the mustiness of her scent on them.

"Now put them on" she ordered. "From this day forward, you won't be needing your boxers anymore. Its only panties for you now."

It was with great sadness that I pulled my legs through the holes, and pulled them up onto me. I tried with all my might to resist doing it, but she somehow overrode my thoughts, and made me do what she wanted. It would be like trying to tell your own heart to stop beating. You have no control over it, and it just happens automatically. So it was almost like watching someone else do it, as I pulled on the panties. I felt the thin thong go into the crack in my back, while the small lacy area in the front just barely covered me. If I hadn't just shaved off all my pubic hair, it would have stuck out the top. But I was all hairless now, as she had ordered.

There I stood, in panties and a stuffed bra, knowing that from now on, I would always have to wear them. She was turning me into a woman, and I felt so upset and scared! I felt crushed. I had no control over myself anymore.

"Come with me" she said.

I followed her downstairs to the kitchen. On the counter, there was a glass of water, and three pills.

"Take them, please" she said.

I looked at them and hesitated. What were they? I suddenly realized that she wasn't forcing me to do it. She was asking me to do it on my own. Why would she want me to take pills? Were the drugs? What would the do to me?

"You know I can make you do it" she said. "But it will be much easier on both of us if you learn to obey me on your own. I hate having to force you to do things, sweetie. If you'd just do as I ask of you, I'll allow you to keep some control of yourself. It would be quite a shame if I had to put you under full control."

"Full control?" I asked.

"Yes, full control. I can take a copy of my entire mind, and place it into your body. Your current self would be lost forever, and your body would just become an extension of my thoughts. Its your choice, honey. Do you want to do this on your own, or do I need to help you?"

With a shaking hand, I picked up the first pill. I didn't want to loose myself entirely! I had no doubt she could do what she threatened, after all I had seen of her so far. By my own hand I placed the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with the water. She nodded, and I took the other two.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked.

"What were those?" I said, as I tried to feel if they were having any effects on me. She ignored my question.

"From now on, you will arrive here every day at the same time you did tonight. I will give you your own key, so you can see yourself in. You will first come into the kitchen, where you will find your pills. You will take them, then you will come upstairs to see me."

I nodded, even though I didn't like her orders one little bit.

"Now lets go back upstairs. I have a few more things for you there."

I went upstairs with her, but this time into a different room.

"This will be your room here" she said. "Here is your dresser. You can see that it is full of bra and panty sets. Every day before you leave, you will change into a fresh pair."

No! I didn't want to wear panties! I saw all kinds in the drawer. Pink ones, lacy black ones, thongs, high cut briefs, bikini style, and more. I didn't want to wear all of them! Ashley closed the drawer, and turned my attention to a vanity with a large lighted oval mirror. On the top was a tray with several tubes of cream.

"Every day when you arrive, you will put this one on your face" she said. "It will help make your skin soft and smooth. And each day when you arrive, and before you leave, you will apply the cream from the pink tube to your chest."

I picked it up and looked at the label. It said it was "breast cream". The wording said it was guaranteed to add one full cup size in just six months. No! I didn't want to use something that would make breasts grow on my chest! Plus, I'd never be able to hide them from view. No!

"Your dirty clothes go in this hamper here. Twice a week you will wash the dirty clothes, both yours and mine. In time, you'll do more chores, but for now, you'll just start with the wash."

I had to do her wash? And I was soon going to do more of her chores? This was getting worse and worse!!!!

Ashley finally turned off the vibrating devices over my nipples. She removed my bra, along with the breast forms. She placed them into a drawer of the dresser, reminding me that I'd be putting them in when I arrived tomorrow. She peeled off the devices from my nipples, which felt raw and sore now. Of course, she commanded that I'd put them on too when at her house.

Lastly, she rubbed some of the breast cream onto my chest, showing me how to do it. I felt like crying. I was going to have boobs growing on me soon. What could be worse for a man?

Once my bra was back on me, I put on my clothes, although I had the thong panties on now instead of my usual boxers. I felt so funny in them! But worse yet, as she had said, I felt something else strange. With my chest all flat again, now that I didn't have the forms in my bra, I felt a certain emptiness there, like something was missing. I felt somehow naked.

"Don't worry" she said. "Soon enough, you'll have real breasts, and you won't have to worry about your forms. It takes time for them to bud and grow. Rome wasn't built in a day. Some day soon you'll be stacked, but it takes time."

* * *

Back home, I was beyond terrified now of Deana finding out what I had on. I wore a nightshirt and pajama bottoms to hide my panties, even though it was summer, and it was quite warm. She smiled at me as she read her book. She didn't complain that I hadn't tried anything for a couple of days, and hadn't given her much attention. But how could I? I'd get caught.

I fell asleep feeling terrible about myself and what I had gotten into. I once again dreamed that I was at Ashely's house, in her bed, with her on top of me. But this time, in my dream, I had real boobs, big ones like hers, and she was massaging them, driving me crazy, as she made me come inside her again and again.

* * *

For one entire week, it was the exact same routine. Wear a bra and panties under my clothes at work. Arrive at Ashley's house at 8:30pm sharp. Let myself in with my key, go to the kitchen and take the pills. Then up to my room, put on my breast cream and face cream, put the devices over my nipples and turn them on. Then I'd put in my breast forms, and go into Ashely's bedroom where she'd take control of me, and make me come inside her. When it was time to leave, I'd remove the breast forms, the devices from my nipples, and give myself another dose of breast cream.

The next week she added something: after our lovemaking, she'd make me put on a skimpy maid's uniform, complete with lacy apron. I'd have to work chores around her house, ranging from doing the dishes to dusting, vacuuming, doing the laundry, or whatever else she needed done. I'd hand-wash my bras and hers, then hang them up to dry.

And of course, along the way, she'd add a few more commands for me here and there.

"You may not cut your nails again, unless I tell you to." Or "You may not cut your hair again. I want it to grow out nice and long."

I shuddered thinking how this would effect my life! I wanted to resist her, but it was useless. I knew I would do exactly as she ordered. I couldn't go against her at all.

* * *

I was getting worried about my daily trips to see Ashley. At some point, Deana was sure to catch on. I had used every excuse I could think of, but I was starting to wonder if she'd buy it anymore. Each day, it was a relief when she didn't bring it up. I wasn't about to be the one to do it! So we never talked about it.

I felt so bad that I was cheating on her (even if it wasn't something that I had any control over!!!), so I tried to make it up to her. I helped her out even more with the house work. I took her out to dinner or cooked for her. I listened to her carefully when she was talking. I tried to consider her feelings in everything I did. I tried my best to show her that I still loved her, even though we had gone weeks now without any sex, or any intimacy of any kind. If I even held her, she'd discover my bra, and then I'd be sunk.

* * *

Every day when I arrived now, Ashley would take a pair of tweezers and pluck a few of my eyebrow hairs out. Just 4-5 on each side, each day. But I knew that over time, it would add up. Yet another thing I'd have to be careful to hide from Deana, and the rest of the world. But that paled compared to the day that she sat me down, and gave me a manicure!

Ashley showed me how to file my nails down, buff them, then put on clear coat to prep them. Next, she put on two coats of polish, a pink so light that it really looked no different than my natural nail beds. A clear coat on the top sealed it off, and protected the polish from chips. It might have been hardly noticeable, but I knew about it! If she kept doing things like this to me, sooner or later someone would catch on. I hoped against all hope that I'd find a way out of this before I was discovered!

And every day, I had to take those pills, whatever they were.

* * *

About a week later, Ashley made me sit and watch her as she put on her makeup. She carefully explained everything she was doing, as she applied her foundation, colors, powders, and more. Every day for a week she did this. I could see what was coming. It was the following week when she had me put on makeup, just as she did.

"From now on, this will be part of your routine when you arrive here. You will put on full makeup before reporting to me. For now, I'll allow you to take it off before you go home."

For now? It was bad enough to be forced to do all this, but she was going to make me go home in makeup at some point? That just raised the level of fear and dared I felt on the inside. I was constantly upset. She was dominating my life now, morning noon and night. All night long, I was dreaming of being with her, always with me being a woman now. Every evening, and sometimes during the day on weekends, I'd be with her, doing her bidding, acting as the maid for her house. I felt desperate now. I had to do something! I couldn't just let her do this to me! I had to find a way to fight back.

* * *

Over the next few weeks, I got better and better at doing my own makeup. Not that I was happy about that! But practice makes perfect. And I was getting plenty of practice now. Soon, she had me put on a wig too, and not long after, heels. In the mirror, I was looking more and more like a real woman when I was at her house. I was really scared!

Each day, she still made love to me. It was always her on top. She was calling me her girl now. And one day as I laid there under her, she shocked me.

"Oh Jessica!" she said. "You're such a beautiful girl. You are Jessica now. When you are with me, that is your name. You will respond to no other name when you're with me. Soon you'll forget your old male name, and you will be Jessica for the rest of your life."

Jessica? That was her name for me? I vowed not to forget my real name! I didn't want to be called 'Jessica'! I didn't want to be turned into a woman! Yet here I was, coming inside her yet again. Jessica. That was me now.

* * *

Days became more of a blur for me. It must have been several more weeks, but I can't say for sure. But one day, when I got into bed with Ashley, I just could not get myself hard. I couldn't understand why. The nipple stimulation always drove me crazy, as did her perfect body. Even with all of the feminizations she had imposed on me, just the sight of her was enough to get me aroused. But not on this day. I didn't know whether to tell her I was sorry, or what to do. She simply smiled.

The next day I couldn't get it up either, nor the next. Now I was really worried.

"Since you are not capable of penetrating me, you're going to have to make love to me like a woman" she said.

And that was when she gave me my first lesson on how to go down on a woman and please her. I was able to make her cm several times in that first session, and she told me I was a natural. I wished that I could do it to Deana, but I couldn't. She'd find out my secret. We hadn't been intimate in months now. But fortunately, with all of the extra things I was doing for her, we were still getting along wonderfully. In fact, we might have been getting on better than before all this started. But that was small consolation for me.

* * *

Over the next two months, every single I day I met with Ashley at least once each day. She started to work on things, to change my behavior. For example, my posture when I stood. Or my mannerisms. Or even how I sat. She showed me how to sit like a lady, smoothing my skirt and crossing my legs at the knees.

"You will sit like this all the time. Even at home. Even at work. You will learn these proper mannerisms, and use them constantly until they become second nature to you."

She began coaching me on how to pitch my voice higher, moving the projection from the chest (which helped make it boom louder and deeper) to talking more from the throat and nose. I dreaded that she might order me to talk that way all the time! I hated this so much.

"Excellent" she said, after a few weeks of these lessons. "You could easily go out in public now, and pass for a woman. You could go shopping at a clothing store, and nobody would even suspect that you used to be a man."

Used to be a man? As if I wasn't anymore? Those words were disturbing, to say the least!

* * *

One day Ashley ordered me to bring in some of my shirts with me. I did, and she took them. She showed me in the closet several blouses. They were for me.

"Bit by bit, we are going to start replacing your male clothes. Soon, you won't own even one single stitch of anything made for a man. Tomorrow, you will bring me a few pairs of pants...."

Now she was changing my whole wardrobe, until soon I wouldn't be able to wear anything even to work, unless it was a garment for a woman! At least some of the things she replaced my stuff with were androgynous enough that you couldn't really tell that they were women's clothes. But I knew, and it terrified me to wear them. The day that I had to wear women's pants into work, because I didn't have any of my own left, I reached a breaking point. I couldn't take it anymore.

That night when I showed up at Ashley's place, after I did my normal routine to prepare myself for her, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and hid it behind my back as I entered her room. Tonight, my torture would end. I could take no more. She had driven me to do a desperate act that I normally never would have ever even thought of.

I walked into her bedroom, and took a step towards her. I held up the knife, ready to do harm. She just looked at me and laughed.

"I see you brought your sex toy with you, Jessica" she said.

I looked in my hand, and I screamed. I wasn't holding a knife; it was a large, realistic looking dildo. No! I had picked up a knife! How could I have this thing in my hand? I dropped it in horror, seeing a realistic looking penis right in my hand.

"Pick it up, Jessica" she said. "You have been a bad girl. You thought about disobeying me. You thought about going against me. You deserve to be punished."

Reluctantly, I picked it back up. It was still warm from having been held in my hands.

"Jessica" said Ashley, "A woman isn't violent like a man. You're not a man anymore, so you cannot even think of violence. When you get upset with me from now on, instead of feeling aggression towards me, you will feel something else in its place: the desire to feel yourself penetrated by a penis. The madder you get at me, the more you want one of those to fuck you. You can't resist it now. You need to put it in your mouth and suck it. Yes. You want it now. Go ahead, hate me. That will just make you want dick all the more."

I cried as I opened my mouth and slid it in. I didn't want this! How could she be doing this to me? I felt a rage well up against her. But immediately, the rage subsided, as I noticed how much I wanted to suck on the wonderful dick I was holding in my hands. It seemed so nice, and so alluring. I was sucking enthusiastically, when I caught myself. No! I couldn't want this! It was a trick from her!

I stepped back in fear. I had to control my mind and my emotions. If I went against her, she'd make me want that thing even more. I had to be a good girl for her. I had to. I couldn't let myself desire that.

"I see that you have reached a critical point, Jessica" she said. "Tomorrow will be a very special day for you. I want you here at 9:00am. Be prepared to spend the night too. Tomorrow, you'll understand everything. You'll find out what this is all about, and you'll learn your destiny in life."

Needless to say, I felt a mix of emotions! I felt eager to know what was going on with me, but I also dreaded knowing the truth. I wanted this to end, and maybe there was some hope of that tomorrow. But on the other hand, it could spell for me the end of all hope. I was so conflicted that I had a very hard time falling asleep that night...

* * *

My nightmares did not abate that night. I still dreamed that I was sharing the bed with Ashley, and that I was, in every way, a woman. I dreamed that I had a vagina, and that she was using a dildo on me, sliding it into me, making me feel unimaginable pleasure. I woke up in a cold sweat, and I turned to make sure I was with Deana. I reached out to touch her, to feel her, to know that she was real. But I was too afraid that she would touch back, and all would be lost. I put my hand down, and let myself fall back asleep, to face yet more nightmares.

* * *

As Ashley had ordered, I arrived at 9:00am, sharp. I went through my routine, transforming myself into Jessica. Ashley had laid out for me a new, even sexier maid uniform. It included fishnet pantyhose, a very short skirt, black lace arms, and an even frillier apron with more white lace trim. There was also a pair of stiletto heels for me.

When putting on my makeup, there was a note requesting that I use a specific shade of lipstick, along with matching color for my nails. By now, my nails were quite long, but I was used to them, since it had been that way for months. I was so self-conscious that someone would see the long nails on me, and wonder. It was all I could do to hide my hands in my pockets whenever I talked to someone at work! But now, I painted them a bright red, that made them stand out even more.

There was jewelry for me today; a gold necklace with a diamond pendant, along with bracelets, three rings, and diamond stud earrings that were held on with a magnetic backing. I put it all on, followed by my wig. I pinned my hair "up" as Ashley had taught me, then put on my white maid's cap. I looked at myself in the mirror. You couldn't tell that I was really a man anymore.

I adjusted my big fake boobs, because my chest felt kind of weird. It had been sort of irritated lately, like it was itchy. I noticed some swelling around my nipples, and I hoped against all hope that it wasn't the start of breast development for me. I didn't want to have boobs on my chest! I felt disgusted as I looked at myself. I looked like a sexy female maid servant. I looked nothing like a man anymore.

Ashley ran me ragged for the next 8 hours, with a seemingly endless list of chores. I had some easy tasks, like the usual vacuuming, doing the laundry, and washing the windows. But I also had to polish the kitchen floor, scrub all of the tubs, showers and sinks in the house, wash and rehang all of the curtains, and more. I washed, scrubbed, dusted, brushed and mopped until I was completely covered with grime and sweat.

Ashely told me to take a nice long bath, and to shave my legs as I soaked in the tub. She had the room set up with candles burning for the light, while the tub was filled with warm sudsy water, scented with lilacs. I sat in the tub, scrubbed myself, and felt much better as I cleaned away the dirt. As she asked, I shaved my legs anew, making sure they were as smooth as possible.

When I got out, she had an outfit laid out for me. I put on the shiny red bra, then put in my breast forms. There was a pair of matching panties, small, red and lacy with a thing in back. I put them on over my soft, limp excuse for a manhood. It didn't even get hard anymore. At least that meant I didn't have to do it with her. I would have done it with Deana if I could have, but that was impossible now too.

I turned my attention back to my clothes. I put on a red garter belt, and then slip into a pair of sheer silk stockings that had a little bit of a glittery sheen to them. The top she had for me was white, sleeveless, and very delicate looking. I buttoned it up, then pulled on the black skirt she selected. It flared out wide at the bottom, so that if I twirled around, it would have spun out from me. It didn't quite come down to my knees, and I felt very vulnerable in it.

I redid my makeup and jewelry, put on the pair of red pumps, Ashley had laid out for me, then I checked myself in the mirror. Again, it was a perfect illusion. I looked just like I was a real woman. Not to mention that fact that months of Ashley drilling into me the "proper" way to stand, hold my posture, move, walk and sit, even my mannerisms would not have given me away.

I glided down the hallway to the livingroom, where she was waiting for me. She was sitting in the easy chair, and she indicated that I should sit next to her on the sofa. A tray with drinks sat on the table in between us. I sat down as she had taught me, making sure I didn't sit on my skirt wrong, then crossing my legs at the knee, and smoothing my skirt, my hands on my knees. Just like her.

"Would you like a drink, dear?" she asked.

"Sure" I replied. I needed one!

"Remember to sip like a lady!" she said in a voice that was almost motherly.

I nodded. I wasn't about to slurp it down like a man. Not in front of her!

"I know you have many questions Jessica. Today I will answer them all for you."

I nodded again. I couldn't wait to know what this was all about. But I also dreaded this moment too.

Ashley picked up a remote control, and pressed a button to turn on the ultra-large screen flat panel tele on the wall. I was shocked at what I saw. It was an image of my bedroom, back home!

"I had the cameras put in last week while you were at work" she said. "You're looking at a live picture. Note the time on the clock, and how you can see the sun going down from the west facing window."

I glanced at her clock, which was two minutes faster than the one on the screen. Out of the window, there was the same view of the sun setting. Why did she have a camera in my bedroom? Why had she been watching me? And what was she going to show me now?

From the tele, I heard a noise. Heels clicking on a hardwood floor. She had it wired for sound too! I heard Deana's voice, laughing. But then I heard something that sent a shudder through my entire body: a man's voice laughing back with her! It was with utter horror that I watched her walk into the room, leading by the hand a tall man with dark brown hair. Deana leaned over, put her arms around his neck, and give him a kiss. No!

"Deana!" I shouted.

"A lady does not shout" she scolded. "You will not raise your voice again. EVER."

"Yes" I managed to say, in a quiet, high pitched voice. "I am so sorry."

"Apology accepted, Jessica. Now watch closely."

I could only sit there, feeling like I was going to cry, or my heart was going to burst apart. The man was all over Deana, and she was all over him. They made out, their hands touching each other everywhere. And soon, they began to remove each other's clothing! Tears were in my eyes now, as she stood up naked in front of him, and smiled as she put her hands onto his erect penis.

"Ooh, you're so big" she cooed. "I want you so much. Take me. I'm all yours. I'm so wt, and I'm so ready for you."

"Are you sure your husband is okay with this?" asked the man. "I mean, you are so gorgeous. I can't imagine that a man would be okay with someone else being with a wife as beautiful as you."

"Don't worry about my husband" said Deana. "He's not much of a man, really. We haven't been lovers for quite some time now. I don't think of him as a man or a husband anymore. More like a sister or a close girlfriend."

"He must not be much of a man if he's not turned on enough by you to want you."

"No, he's not a man at all, really. And I do need a man in my life. That's why you're here. Now are you going to fuck me, or what?"

The man smiled. He didn't need to be asked twice. He kissed my Deana on her breasts, held her down by the wrists, then moved on top of hr so that he could slide himself in. She let out a loud involuntary moan of pleasure as he penetrated her.

"Yeah baby, fuck me!" she screamed. "Harder baby! I want you so bad!"

The man was glad to do as she asked, and he started to thrust into her, harder and harder, pounding her wt pussy with his manhood.

As I stared at the screen in disbelief, I hadn't noticed that Jessica had moved over, so that she was sitting right beside me. She reached down, and slid her hand up my skirt. Much to my surprise, what she found under there was that I had become hard again, for the first time in months! She started to rub me there, sending chills up and down my spine, as I felt the pleasure of arousal for the first time in months.

"Why aren't you running over there to stop him?" asked Ashley. "If you were a man, you would have leapt from your seat, and raced over to save her. But you just sat passively. She's right. You're not a man anymore, are you?"

I looked at her in confusion. Why was I all hard now, of all times?

"I know what you're thinking" she said. "The reason you're all excited, and you got all hard, is that up until now, you have thought of yourself as a man who was being forced to become a woman. You felt like through it all, you were still a man inside. But now, at this moment, it has dawned on you that you have completely failed as a man. Your failure as a man is so utter and complete, that even you don't think of yourself in male terms anymore. You are all hard, because for the first time, you think of yourself as a woman."

"No..." I whispered, not wanting to dare think that she was right.

"Really?" she asked. "Tell me. If you were still a male, then that man who is screwing Deana would be a rival male, who you would want to drive away. But you don't identify yourself as a male anymore. Instead, on the inside, you think of yourself as being female. You identify with Deana. So you don't see a man screwing your wife; you're turned on because you picture yourself as her. In your mind, its like he is on top of you, making love to you with that big penis of his. You are a woman now, Jessica."

"I...." I started to say, but my mind was in utter turmoil. What she said just couldn't be true! But try as I might, I could not find anything to tell her that would contradict what she had just said. This couldn't be happening to me. I couldn't be thinking of myself as a woman, could I? The tears continued to flow, even as she rubbed my erection harder and harder.

"You haven't been hard for weeks and weeks now" she said. "You can't get it up for Deana, can you? And you can't even get it up for me. Let me tell you why. Those pills you've been taking consist of three things. First, a powerful dose of female hormones. Your cells have been drinking up the estrogens, which in turn is triggering them to perform their female functions. Particularly in your chest, and your brain. You're starting to think like a woman."

"Secondly, you've been taking a testosterone blocker, which prevents any residual male hormones in your body from acting. When is the last time you had to shave your face? Weeks ago? That's because there is no testosterone in your body anymore. Once you come in a few moments, you'll never be able to get it up again, as long as you live. Once I've milked you, your very last link to manhood will be gone forever."

"Third, you're been on birth control pills for the past six months. They fool your body into thinking that it is pregnant. And what does a woman's body do when she gets pregnant? Her breasts start to swell, as they start to produce milk for her soon to be born baby. Along with the daily stimulation your nipples have received, your boobs are on the verge of exploding in size, and being able to produce all the milk a baby will need. You're going to have real boobs Jessica. In just days, you'll notice the growth as they blossom on your chest, and fill in full. Tomorrow, you'll get injections of growth hormones that will just make them explode into nice, full, firm boobs like mine."

Her other hand pressed the button on the remote, and I couldn't stand it as the vibrations on my nipples made it feel like I would come at that moment. But somehow, she had the right touch to keep my from exploding yet. I didn't know how she did it, but I felt such a tension, I thought that I would explode. My heart raced. And still, I was looking at the images of the man making lv to Deana.

"Next week, you will go to a doctor, and you will tell him that you want to be a real woman. Soon, you'll be scheduled for your first of many surgeries, as they will remove your penis and testicles, and surgically construct a pussy for you. You will be a real woman, very soon Jessica. You're going to be just like Deana. You're going to be just like me."

Ashley now started to go much harder with her hand on me.

"You are a woman. You are Jessica. You are female. You cannot resist your feminine feelings anymore. See how they overwhelm you, and you loose yourself into them. You are an emotional creature now. You are a girl. You are a woman. You can never go back; you've crossed a line, and for the rest of your life, you will be female. You're a woman now. You are a woman. You are a woman. You are a woman."

"I'm a woman" I said, almost involuntarily, as the full realization hit me, that all she said was true. "I am a woman."

At that moment, my penis exploded with the largest orgasm I ever had in my life. Two months worth of pent up tension all released itself in a few short seconds. I kept throbbing, releasing more and more cm. Ashely bunched up my skirt, so it wouldn't all get on the couch. I kept coming and coming. I felt like a woman! I felt feminine! I felt like a girl!

I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, after I finally stopped. Ashley whispered into my ear.

"From now on, you will always think of yourself as a woman. You will worship and adore Deana, as you do me, and you will never disobey either of us. You will forget that I have special powers, and in your mind, you will remember that you always thought of yourself as being a woman on the inside. You will remember that you asked me to help you become a woman, so you could properly serve Deana. I spoke with her earlier today, and she is exepecting you to come to her as a female."

I didn't understand why she said all that. I mean, I had always thought of myself as being a girl on the inside, as long as I could ever remember. Why was she telling me things I already knew? Hadn't I just come to her a few months ago, asking her to help me? I wanted to become like Deana, and I had gone to her for help.

"Deana will be with this man every day until she becomes pregnant" said Ashely. "When she gives birth, you will be the wet nurse. You will be the one that raises the baby, so that she can stay at work, and have the career she deserves. Instead of her leaving my firm to become a stay-at-home mother, she will rise up to the executive level. You will tend to the baby, the house, and all of her needs. You will support her as she goes out of town for weeks at a time, even though you know she'll be with him. Or someone else. You would do anything to support her career."

I nodded. She was telling me things I already knew. Wasn't that the plan?

"You will forget the cameras that look into your bedroom. You will only remember that you serve me, and that you serve Deana. Now go clean yourself up!"

I went upstairs, embarrassed at the mess I had made. I took of my dirty panties, and stared at the skirt I had ruined. I would buy new ones for Ashley, so she could just throw these out. In the mean time, until I had time to shop, I borrowed a different pair of panties from Ashley, along with a pretty white skirt. I promised her I'd replace the things I had ruined. I shook my head. I needed to get to the doctors so they could remove those nasty things between my legs, so I'd never have another accident like that again!

I hurried home to Deana. I hoped the man was still there, so I could meet him. I breezed in the doorway, and called out for Deana.

"I'm home!" I said in my soft, high pitched voice.

"Up here!" she replied.

I hurried up the stairs, my high heels clicking on the floor. I opened the bedroom door, to see her standing there in a bathrobe. The man she was with was in a bathrobe too, one made for a man. I smiled when I realized how I'd look so silly if I was to put that one on. Me, a man? Ha!

"This is Darryl" she said.

"Hello. I'm Jessica. Nice to meet you Darryl" I said, as I blushed, and looked away shyly. Deana was lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend. I smiled at them, feeling happy for her, if not just a bit jealous for myself.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.

"If its not too much trouble. I'll take a glass of your best wine. Red, if you have it."

"Certainly. I'd be glad to open a bottle for you. And Deana, can I get something for you?"

"No, I'm not going to drink for a while. I'm trying to get pregnant, so I don't want to take any chances."

I smiled. I couldn't wait to see her with the glow of motherhood. She was so smart, to already stop drinking. I adored her so much. I wished I was just like her. I wanted so much to do something for her though! Only by doing things for her could I feel good about myself. I hurried downstairs, and opened up the best bottle of wine we had in the house. It was 20 years old, and Deana had been saving it for our anniversary. But Darryl had requested the best one we had, so it had to be this! I opened it, poured him a glass, and took it upstairs.

I found Deana and Darryl in the bed, watching the tele. I gave him the drink, then straightened up the pile of clothes on the floor. I dimmed the lights for them, and brought Deana a glass of water for her bedside table, just in case.

"What time do you want breakfast in the morning?" I asked her.

"Eight O'clock" she said.

"Bacon and eggs?" I asked. "Or would you prefer French Toast?"

"I feel a craving for an omelet" she replied.

"A craving? Maybe you're pregnant already!" I said, causing her to laugh.

* * *

In the morning, I made breakfast for Deana and Darryl, then I helped her get dressed for work. There was much housework that needed to be done, and I told her I'd be hard at work all day long.

"I can't wait until you get home" I told her. "I want to hear all about your new man. I want to know what he was like in bed! I want to know how you met, how you feel when you're with him, and everything."

"Tonight, when I get home" she said.

"I can't wait" I told her.

Deana seemed so happy. That made me feel good. I had never been so happy in all my life. I called the doctor to set up the appointment. He said he could take me in six weeks, so I could begin the surgeries. But now it was time to visit Ashley again. I needed to do some chores for her, do her shopping, buy myself some proper clothes for working around Deana's house, and more. Plus, she promised me I'd get my special injection, so that my boobs would start to really fill out. What a wonderful day this was going to be! I giggled with anticipation as I primped and preened in front of the mirror. I just loved being a woman!

  

  

  

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