Sweet Revenge?

by Jennifer White

 

When Jeff realized that Ruth was breaking up with him, he grew very upset. They had a big fight, ending in her slamming the door in his face, and walking out on him.

"Stay away from me!" she screamed, her long brown hair all frazzled looking. "I don't ever want to see you again!"

Jeff had thought he was in love with her, but he hadn't fully committed to her either. They had some friction lately, but this whole argument really was his fault, after she found him flirting with a woman he worked with, at the bar, when he said he was working late.

To him though, Ruth was blowing the whole thing out of proportion. The girl at the bar was just a friend. What harm was there in hanging out and having fun? He didn't realize how much it hurt her. He thought she'd just shake it off, and move on.

But after a day, she didn't call. After three days, he called her...and got hung up on. He went to her apartment the next day, but she refused to buzz him in.

"I told you never to see me again" she said. "Now get lost, or I'm calling the cops."

Jeff had to go home with his tail between his legs. She was serious about it being over! A rage grew inside of him. How dare she treat him like this, after all he gave to her? He had one thought in mind: revenge.

* * *

 

The next day at work, fortune smiled upon Jeff. He received word that the position he had applied for in Miami had opened up, and he could move there and take the job!

The move had been a sore point with Ruth too. She didn't want to leave the place where all her family and friends were, even if the weather was cold. But he been very insistent that she had to move with him. She was resentful at how controlling he was about this, but he didn't even seem to notice. This had built up the frustrations, and the bar incident sealed his fate, sending her over the edge.

But now, he didn't care. He was gone by the end of the week, and he'd never see her again. Good-bye cold and snow, hello beaches and sunshine! He could hardly wait.

 

That night, as he drank a beer with a buddy at the bar after work, he watched as a cute girl walked into the room. There would be plenty of them in Miami for him. He didn't need to impress anyone here anymore.

And that's when it hit him: his big idea. An idea on how he could get the ultimate revenge on Ruth, with little or no consequence to him. He just had a few days left in town, so it was perfect.

Jeff paid the bill, said good-bye to his buddy, and left for the mall. He had some serious shopping to do.

* * *

 

It was Thursday, and tonight was the night. Jeff knew that every Thursday, Ruth had her bowling league. Then they all went out to the same sports bar for dinner and drinks. There was always a huge crowd. He had been sure (in his mind) that she must be flirting with some of the guys there, but he never wanted to show up. Then he'd have to face her stupid friends, and all their girl talk. No way!

But tonight Jeff had something special in mind. He had thought of a way to get back at Ruth, and make sure that no man in town would want to date her. She would be embarrassed, and run out crying. And her reputation would never recover.

 

Jeff walked in, wearing his full length trench coat, and hat. Kind of like a detective or something. But he needed them to hide something from the crowd.

Jeff scanned the room, and sure enough, there was Ruth at the table by the back wall, with all her friends. She was talking to a guy. Just as he suspected. Jeff walked towards her, looking slightly tipsy, although he had only had one drink.

He took a deep breath. This would be hard to do. But the time was now.

"Hello everyone!" he announced loudly, causing them all to look up at him. "I have something I need to tell everyone, about Ruth."

There was silence from the crowd, as they all quieted down, and stared over at him. He smiled. All was going as planned.

 

"You see, Ruth has particular tastes" he said, as he unbuttoned his trench coat. "There are certain things she likes in a man, and she's willing to go to any lengths to get them. I want you to all see what she did to me."

Jeff let the trench coat fall to the floor, revealing his clothes underneath: a glittery red dress, nylons over his shaved legs, and red high heel shoes. A purse was slung over his shoulder. He had fake boobs, that made it look like he had cleavage. He nonchalantly removed his hat, causing strands of long blond hair from a wig to spill down over his face.

There were gasps and mutters from the crowed, as Jeff opened the purse, and started applying lipstick, then mascara, using a little mirror to look at himself. He had rehearsed this dozens of times, until he was good at it.

"You see, Ruth likes to turn men into women. She's made me this way, and now I can't get it up unless I'm made up like a chick. I just wanted to warn all you men, before she does this to you too!"

With that, he turned to go, swaying his hips as he walked out. There was dead silence as he left the room. He could just imagine what they were all saying.

Ruth had looked mortified. Of course, she hadn't done anything of the kind to him! But now everyone would think that she did. The implications were starting to become clear to her. She cried, and ran into the ladies room.

 

Jeff got home as quickly as possible, and changed back into his own clothes after showering, and getting that awful makeup of his face. He felt funny having shaved his legs, chest, and armpits. But it was worth it. He saw the effect that he had on the crowd!

He had recognized Ruth's friends, and a couple of others looked somewhat familiar. But he was very relieved that nobody he knew well was there. But he only had tomorrow at work, then it was time to start packing! He went to bed happy.

* * *

It was Friday. Jeff's last day of work, before he took off for his new job. He would take a couple weeks of vacation he had saved up, and ease into his new job. All he had to do was to get through today.

Around 9:45, Jeff got an e-mail that there was to be a group meeting at the cafeteria at 10:30, for a personal announcement. He smiled. They must be planning on telling everyone about his new job. There would be speeches and stuff, and maybe they'd all go out to lunch or something. He could hardly wait.

Jeff walked into the cafeteria, composing his farewell speech in his head. He made sure to get a good seat in the front. A few minutes after 10:30, he saw the managers walking in, along with a woman he didn't know. He was sure that he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't place it, or remember her name.

She was middle aged, and kind of average. Maybe that's why he couldn't remember her name. If she was a hot chick, he would have known her for sure! He watched the managers come in and sit down at the front of the room.

"I am pleased to make an important announcement today" said Peter, who was Jeff's boss's boss. Jeff straightened his color, and ran his hand over his hair, to make sure it was looking good. They'd call him up any second.

"We are pleased to welcome a new member to the team. I'd like to introduce my new manager, Carla Powers."

Everyone stood up and applauded as Carla stepped up to shake Peter's hand. Jeff was completely crushed. He thought this was all for him! And instead, it was for some older broad. The lady he had remembered seeing, but didn't know her name. Well, now he did. He pretended to applaud politely, but his heart wasn't into it.

* * *

 

As the afternoon wore on, Jeff's productivity fell off to just about zero. Between saying good-bye to friends and colleagues at work, he was also busy surfing the web and looking at all the fun and exciting things he would be doing in Miami.

He was startled by the phone ringing, which he picked up.

"Hello, this is Jeff" he said.

"Jeff, this is Carla Powers. I'd like to see you in my office, right away."

"Sure, I'll be right over" he replied.

Jeff had no idea why the new big boss would want to speak to him. But he shrugged his shoulders, and walked over to the back wall, where all the manager's offices were. Her new office would be the large one, in the corner. The door was open, so he walked in.

Jeff had never been in this office before. It was actually a suite of rooms. He was standing in a reception area, with several couches, tables, and piles of magazines. There were private restrooms towards the left, a conference room, and the door to the actual office. He knocked on the door.

"Come in" said Carla. "Close the door behind you."

Jeff looked around. Carla's new office was sweet! Both outside walls were all glass, giving a great view of the small lake and the wooded area that the office was located next to. Inside, there was a large wooden desk for her, a workstation for an executive assistant, file cabinets, more couches, and lavish decorations. Even the carpet was a deep plush, with a soft pad underneath.

"Have a seat" said Carla, indicating the chair in front of her desk. Jeff walked over, and sank down into the soft leather and comfortable padding in the expensive chair. He looked up at Carla. She had to be in her forties, based on the looks of her face. Her sandy blond hair was worn up, and she had on black rimmed glasses. She looked very professional, and very efficient.

"I wanted to speak to you about your new job" said Carla.

"Yes, I can't wait to get started" said Jeff, thinking again of Miami, the warm weather, and the beaches.

Carla looked at him, and smiled.

"It is rare to find a man of your talents" she said.

"Thank you" was his reply.

"Sign this please" she said, handing him a paper that looked like a legal document.

"This has to do with my work transfer?" he said.

Carla smiled again, and nodded.

"In a company like this, there are many employees. However, most men are unsuitable for such a special job. However, you fit all of the requirements. And with your previous experience, you will require much less training than someone who is just starting out."

Jeff blushed from all the compliments. She sure seemed to think highly of him. He handed back the papers to her.

"I'm glad you were so willing to sign on" she said. "I find obedience in a man to be one of his greatest qualities."

"Pardon me?" said Jeff, confused.

"Don't you understand what you just did?" said Carla. "You just voided your transfer to Miami. You work for me now."

Jeff was stunned. What in the hell was she talking about? He was grasping for words to say, to protest, but he didn't get a chance to get anything out, before Carla spoke.

"Here, I have something for you" she said, handing a gift wrapped box over to him.

"What's this?" he said, still unsure of what was going on.

"Open it up!" she said.

Jeff tore off the wrapping paper, and saw that it was a box from the local department store. He opened the box, parted the tissue paper, and pulled out the contents: a bright red satiny bra, with lacy edges, and a matching pair of panties.

Jeff held them reluctantly, like he was holding a dead rat by the tail, and looked up to Carla in complete confusion. Suddenly, it swept over him. The dreadful realization of where he had seen Carla before: she had been at the bar when he had pulled his stunt to get even with Ruth! She had seen him dressed up as a woman!

"Go ahead, put them on for me" she said.

But Jeff was frozen, still reeling.

"I spoke to Ruth after you left the bar. She was so nice. At first, she tried to deny that she had been turning you into a girl. But after a little coaxing, she opened up and admitted to me how much you enjoy it, and how you wish you had been born female."

Jeff felt like he had been slammed with a ton of bricks. He had pulled the stunt to get revenge on Ruth. But somehow, she had turned it back on him! Carla thought that he actually *liked* being dressed up like a woman!

"Ruth told me everything. How you go by the name Gia when you're a girl, and how submissive to women you are when you become Gia. So I have decided to make you happy. You work for me now, and you are going to be Gia *full time* at work. You will be my executive assistant, and you will live every day as a girl."

"No..." said Jeff. Every fiber of his being yelled out against the idea. He would quit. He would go away. There was no way he would come into work dressed up as a girl.

"Oh Gia, Ruth told me how shy you are about being seen in public when you're a woman. You don't need to worry. I don't meet with many people in here. You'll be secluded from most everyone. And only *I* will know who you really are."

"I quit" said Jeff. "I can't do this."

"That would be a real shame" said Carla. "Because then all I'd have to remember you by is this."

She turned her computer monitor to face him, and clicked on an icon with her mouse. A window opened up, with a picture of him, in his trench coat!

"When you said you had an announcement to make, I decided to use my video phone to capture the moment. I think it came out rather well."

Jeff watched, mouth agape, as well over a minute of his stunt was caught on film. You could clearly see it was him. Then he took off his trench coat and hat, and you could see him dressed up like a girl. The film ended as he was putting on his lipstick.

"Yes, all I'd have if you left is this film. I guess I could send it around to people, so they could remember you too. Do you think your friends here at work would like a copy too, or just your parents and your brother?"

"No! Don't send that! Please!" said Jeff.

"Oh, then you've changed your mind about quitting? Very good then. Go put on your new undies, and report back to me right away" said Carla, in a very authoritative voice.

Jeff had no choice. Either do this, or Carla would show the video to everyone. She had him over a barrel, and there was nothing he could do about it. He fumed as he went into the restroom just outside her office door. He locked the door, stripped, and put on the silky panties. His legs were still smooth from having been shaved, as was his chest. He put on the bra, then put his clothes back on.

"Very good Gia. I can clearly see the outline of the bra under your shirt. I want you to wear your new undies when you report to me on Monday, along with the rest of the outfit you wore at the bar. Don't forget your wig too. I like to come into work early, so be sure to arrive around 6:30am. I'll see you Monday, dear. Have a nice weekend."

 

Jeff walked out stunned. No job in Miami. No dignity. Forced to become her assistant, and dress up like a woman. Not to mention that if *she* could see that he was wearing a bra, then other people might too. He ducked out the door, ran to his car, and drove home.

* * *

 

All weekend long, Jeff tried his best to think of a way out of his situation. But it was hopeless. There was nothing he could do. He decided that he would have to play along with her at first. Then once he had been there a few days, he'd find an opportunity to sneak onto her computer, and delete the evidence. With nothing to blackmail him with, he'd be free to leave. He went to bed early on Sunday, so he'd be ready early the next morning. If he got there early enough, he'd beat everyone in, and nobody would see him in his female attire.

* * *

 

Monday morning, 6:30am, Jeff found himself in Carla Powers office suite, dressed up like had been at the bar. His red dress glittered in the lights. It swished against the nylons on his legs as he moved. Long blond hair spilled onto his makeup-covered face. He teetered a bit in his high heel shoes.

"Not bad" said Carla, "but you need a few touch-ups Gia. Just a few more changes. First of all, I bought you these."

She handed over a box, which contained a pair of high quality silicon get breast forms. They looked just like real female breasts. Jeff looked up to her.

"Come on, Gia, put them in. Now!"

Jeff reached into the V of his dress, into his bra, and pulled out his current breast forms. They weren't nearly as realistic looking, lacking the large nipples like the news ones had. And they seemed to be about half the size. In fact, Jeff had trouble getting the new ones in. He had to get out of the dress, and undo his bra to fit the larger fake breasts in.

"Do they have to be so big?" he said, self consciously.

"The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater!" said Carla, with a laugh.

"What?" said Jeff, disgusted.

"Oh, its from a chant that a lot of us girls do when we're just starting to develop breasts. You do an exercise like this, and chant:

 

We must, we must, we must increase our bust!

We must, we must, we must increase our bust!

The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater!

The boys are depending on us!"

 

Carla laughed again, remembering doing her exercises with her girlfriends. But that had been thirty years ago. She turned her attention back to Jeff.

"Because today is your first day as a woman Gia, I'm letting you in on secrets like this, that we'd never tell a boy about. Now I want you to chant it with me. *Loudly*. Lets go!"

Jeff barely made a whisper, as Carla went through the chant again. She wasn't happy with him, and made him do it three more times until she was satisfied.

"Much better Gia. Now get your dress back on, and lets see how you look."

The results were dramatic. With the bigger boobs, Jeff looked even more feminine than before. He felt weak and frail for the first time in his life. And he hated how that felt.

"See how your boobs are just bursting out now? Doesn't that make you feel more womanly? I think that every day from now on, we will start our day at work by doing the chant together. Who knows, one day soon I might arrange it for you to get *real* boobs."

Jeff was too stunned to reply. It was one thing to dress up like this, humiliating as it was. But he could take everything off. Real boobs would alter his life completely. They would force him to be 'Gia' all the time. He would do anything to avoid going down that path.

 

"Now for your nails" said Carla. "Really Gia, how can you go around with such short nails? And with no nail polish? No assistant of mine is going to have nails like that! Now lets get to work!"

Carla put fake "press-on" nails onto Jeff's hands. Then she shaped them with a file, and painted them with a bright red nail polish.

"Much better" she said. "Of course, you look kind of silly being at work in a sparkly red dress. We'll go shopping this afternoon, and get you some cute business suits. You'll look wonderful in a blue skirt and a matching blazer.

"Please Carla, don't make me..."

"What!" said Carla loudly, all of a sudden. "What did you say?"

"I said I don't want to...."

"No!" yelled Carla right in his face. "First of all, you are just a lowly assistant around here. You need to learn your place girl! You are to address me as Ms. Powers at all times. You are not on an equal basis with me. You aren't even a *real* woman. Yet."

The last word was ominous for Jeff, making him feel sick in his stomach. She intended to turn him into a real woman? He was so frightened that he started to shake.

"And secondly, you *never* disagree with me. My word is law here. Do you understand Gia?"

"Yes Ms. Powers" said Jeff quietly. Carla had just exerted total control over him, and he had nothing to fight back with. He had just caved into her, so easily. He was beginning to realize that she was going to completely dominate him, crush him, and make him do her bidding at all times.

"I own you now Gia" she said. "You are mine."

* * *

 

The day was terrible for Jeff, as he had to go around as 'Gia' the whole time, with Carla making sure he knew his place. She made it abundantly clear that he would be treated as a woman at all times, and that *she* was in charge.

But the worst came when the clock struck 2:00. That was because Carla now wanted him to accompany her shopping.

"I don't want to go outside like this!" he protested.

"Why? Its not like you haven't done that before. You did quite well at the bar the other night."

So Jeff reluctantly followed her out the door, and into her car. She drove a shiny black Mercedes-Benz. She opened the passenger door, and held it open for him.

"Ladies first" she said.

Jeff got in the car, and waited as she walked around to the driver's side.

"We need to get you some outfits Gia. Then some shoes. And a purse, and lots of cosmetics, sexy lingerie, and lots of fun stuff. You're going to love shopping. All girls do."

 

The next few hours were pure misery for Jeff. Not only did he have to buy things like bras for *himself*, but he did so in public. Carla made him tell the clerks who he was shopping for. It was difficult to ask a shoes salesman "do you have any pumps in my size?", or to ask the girl in lingerie to fit him for a bra.

By the time they left, he was almost numb from it all. He just wanted to go home, and get drunk. But Carla had other plans. He wasn't to go to his home that night, but to hers.

 

Now normally, being invited over to a woman's house would have brought a sense of excitement for Jeff. Even one a little older like Carla. He still would have done her. But not tonight; he was going over as *a girl*. He wondered what she had planned for him now.

"First of all" she said, "you're starting to get stubble on your legs. No self-respecting woman would go around like that. I'm going to draw a bath for you, and I want you to soak in tub for a while, then shave your legs."

She went away for a while, then returned with two glasses of white wine.

"Cheers" she said, clinking glasses with Jeff. "Here's to the start of a wonderful relationship."

Jeff needed a drink. He drank his entire glass in almost one single gulp.

"Thirsty are we Gia? You should be more ladylike when you sip your wine. I'll get you another glass though. You wait here."

Moments later, she reappeared with another glass of wine for him.

"Your bath is ready Gia. Follow me please."

Jeff followed her up the stairs, and to a large bathroom, where a steaming hot bath was all ready for him. There was a very pleasant aroma in the air.

"I've put my favorite scented oils in the tub for you too. It will help make your skin smooth and soft. Now in you go! The razor is right there. When you're done, put on the new nightie you bought today. See you in a while darling."

Jeff stripped naked, and eased into the bath. After a full day in heels, his feet ached, and it felt luxurious to soak in a hot tub. His back was also sore from the strange posture he was forced to sit and stand with all day, and that felt wonderful too.

He drained his glass of wine, and went about shaving his legs, just as she had instructed. He felt relaxed, and closed his eyes for a minute. He took a deep breath of the soft floral scent from the oils in the bath water.

Jeff almost dozed off, and had to concentrate to finish his legs. His eyelids felt like cement now, and he had a hard time keeping them open. He wanted to drift off to sleep...

* * *

 

Jeff awoke in a large soft bed, covered in satin sheets. He looked around. He had never seen this room before. It was definitely a *girl's* room, with all the frilly stuff, pink colors, teddy bears and such. His head was cloudy, and it took a while for him to gain the strength to even try to sit up. But he felt exhausted, and slumped back down into the bed.

With great effort, he remembered going shopping with Carla, then back to her house. It seemed a bit confusing, but the last thing he remembered was getting into the bathtub. He must have fallen asleep in the bath, because it was so relaxing. But why was his head so cloudy? He felt like he was waking up from a huge hangover or something. What a terrible day he had been through, being forced to become Gia at work, then parading around in public.

The door opened, and in walked Carla. Jeff's heartbeat quickened.

"Gia! I thought I heard you stirring. How do you feel."

"Weak" said Jeff.

"That is to be expected" she said, nodding her head.

"What happened to me?" said Jeff. "The last thing I remembered was taking a bath. Then I seem to have fallen asleep."

"Not so much falling asleep, as having the drugs kick in" said Carla.

"Drugs?"

"To knock you out."

"But why?"

"Because I needed to have you unconscious for a while, so you wouldn't protest about what I was doing to you."

Jeff felt a surge of adrenaline through him. What exactly *had* she done to him, that she didn't want him awake for? She had backed into a corner, and she could have made him do anything. So what could be so terrible?

"What...what did you do to me?" he said, his voice trembling.

"You'll find out soon enough Gia. Just a few little alterations here and there. But first, I want to test the mental aspects of what we did to you."

"We?"

"Oh myself and a few specialists. Now see if you can sit up Gia."

Jeff used all his strength, and sat up in the bed. He was breathing hard from the effort. He felt like every muscle in his body hadn't been used for weeks.

"How long have I been out for?" he asked.

"Oh, a month or so" said Carla, matter-of-factly.

"A month!"

"Yes. That's why you feel so weak now. Your muscles haven't been used for so long, they started to atrophy a little. But don't worry Gia, you'll regain your strength in time."

Jeff felt a wave of dread sweep over him. If he had been out for a *month*, what had they been doing to him? And what did Carla mean by testing the mental aspects of what they did to him?

"You won't get away with this. Someone will come looking for me."

"Really? I don't think so."

"What about the people in Miami? They'll wonder why I didn't show up."

"They think you canceled your transfer. They're not expecting you at all."

"Then back at the office."

"They all think you're in Miami. And your few friends that might call will get a generic computer voice answering on the phone number you gave them, saying 'leave a message'. They'll give up on you, thinking that you don't care about them anymore."

"My family then" said Jeff.

"When is the last time you went over to your sisters? Or had dinner with her?"

"Months" said Jeff.

"If they don't see much of you when you're in the same city, they won't expect very much now that they think you're in Miami."

Jeff slumped in defeat. She had thought of everything, and he was powerless to do anything.

 

"We made a few mental adjustments to you over the past few weeks. I'd like to demonstrate now."

Jeff tensed up. He had a feeling that this was going to be bad.

"On the night stand you see a glass of water and two bottles of pills" said Carla.

Jeff nodded his head.

"There are two kinds of pills on the table" continued Carla. "One of them is a drug which counteracts the male hormone testosterone. It breaks down the testosterone into other substances, so that it cannot harm your body. One of the byproducts of this is the hormone estrogen. So in other words, this pill will take your male hormones, and convert them into *female* sex hormones."

Jeff gave her a blank stare.

"The second pill is a strong dose of other female hormones, including more estrogen. When taken, these are the hormones that will send a signal to your breasts to begin growing. They will turn your skin soft. They will make you store fat in your hips and your thighs. They will give your body a feminine shape. They will help turn you into a real woman."

Jeff's eyes were bugging out of his head. He was terrified now, beyond all description.

"Gia: get one pill from each bottle, and take it now!"

Jeff reached over, removed the caps from the bottles, and got one pill out of each. He grabbed the glass of water, put the pills in his mouth, and washed them down. It was only after he put the glass back on the night stand that he realized what he had done.

"Very good. Blind devotion to *me*. I really do own you now Gia. You will do *anything* I tell you, no matter how horrible you might think it is. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Powers" said Jeff instinctively. There could be no other answer from him. He just blurted it out without thinking. His situation was beginning to sink in. He was realizing what she had done to him somehow.

"While you were out, we used a laser hair removal technique on you" said Carla. "You'll never need to shave your face or your chest again. All the hair has been permanently removed. We also have been using a hormonal breast cream on your chest every day. You are beginning to bud already. With the hormones kicking in now too, we expect that your real breasts will be very noticeable within a few weeks."

Jeff put his hands on his chest. His nipples felt enlarged, and sore. He pulled up his nightie to see that the dark rings of color around them had expanded out, as well as the enlarged size. He thought he could see some swelling too. He looked up at Carla.

"Yes, I know you're disappointed that they are small now. But they will grow in time. The bigger the better..." she said.

"The tighter the sweater" answered Jeff.

"They boys are depending on us!" they said in unison.

"Very good Gia. You make a sweet girl."

Carla left Jeff alone. He took the opportunity to explore his body. It seemed the same, but with smaller muscles. Besides the chest, he couldn't see any visible signs of change, but he was sure that Carla had been telling the truth to him.

* * *

 

It was a week later before Jeff was strong enough to work out with Carla in her home gym every day. She had told him that she was going to mold his body into shape. He wore a tights and a sports bra as he worked out with her.

The past week had been spent acting like a slave to her. He had been doing her housework, dressed up like a maid. She had been teaching him how to cook, and proper manners when serving guests.

"I am having a special dinner tomorrow Gia" said Carla, as they wiped off the sweat after their workout. "I want you to clean the dining room again, then get out the good linen. Set the table with my good china and the crystal glasses. Then you can go shopping for me, and pick up some fresh vegetables and some things we'll need for tonight."

"Is that all?" said Jeff obediently.

"For now. Get showered, put on your makeup, and get going Gia."

 

Jeff went to the store, making sure to get every item on the list. He had cleaned the dining room again from top to bottom, and now it was time to unload the groceries, and start chopping veggies, and preparing to cook.

"Now Gia, I have laid out on your bed a special outfit that you will wear tonight when you serve my company. Go upstairs and put it on now, then come back so you can finish cooking."

"Yes Ms. Powers" said Jeff automatically.

"Also Gia, tonight is a formal occasion. 'Ms. Powers' is too familiar. You are to address me as My Lady. That sounds much more formal. Do you understand?"

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff.

"Excellent Gia! Very formal and proper."

"My Lady, how am I to address your company?"

"You may call her Ma'am."

"Very well My Lady."

Jeff was actually very relieved to hear that it would be a woman coming over. He was unable to disobey Carla now, so he was going to be seen by someone else. But he didn't think he could take it, if he had to be her slave girl, in front of a man. So knowing that he would be serving her and another woman was going to be much easier to take.

 

With that Jeff went upstairs to change clothes. How did he get stuck like this? What had she done to him that he was so blindly obedient? He reached his room, and saw what was laid out for him on the bed.

There was a French Maid outfit, very skimpy looking with an extremely short skirt. There was a special bra and panty set with it. There was also a frilly lacy apron, and white lacy gloves that went up to his elbow. Then a white lacy little head cover. And perhaps worst of all: fishnet stockings and garters.

When Jeff put the outfit on, he was alarmed at how little of him it covered up. You could see the tops of his fake boobs, which he had to glue in today, so they wouldn't slip out of the little bra. He felt sick as he put on the garters, and attached the fishnet stockings. The skirt was so short that if he bent over, you'd be able to see his panties and his garters. This was no way to dress up in front of a stranger!

"This collar," said Carla, "will help hide your adam's apple, and will also be a sign of your servitude to me."

Carla took a while lace collar, and put it around Jeff's neck. It made him want to choke at first. A collar. Like a dog wore. A sign that she owned him.

Next, Carla did up the long hair from his wig, which felt funny to him. He had only worn it down. His head felt heavier from having it piled up top like that. She also put in large loopy ear rings. She had pierced his ears when he had been out of it for the month, and he hadn't even *noticed* the diamond stud ear rings that had been in place. That scared him. How could he not have noticed? It was yet another thing she had done to him, that made him feel like he was out of control of his own life.

The last touch for the outfit was a pair of six inch heels. Jeff put them on, and was a little unsteady. He had been walking in heels, but not ones this extreme.

"You will get the hang of them quickly Gia. Just keep walking until our guest arrives. I want you to look poised and elegant for her."

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff.

Damn! He hated how pliable he was. She told him something, and he would do it. He couldn't resist her. He couldn't fight back. What had she done to him?

"Oh and Gia" said Carla, "see this little bell? Whenever it is rung, you need to drop whatever it is you are doing, and come serve us. Do you understand?"

"Yes My Lady."

Yet another insult to any dignity that he might have had left. Come running at the ring of a bell.

* * *

 

Jeff was making final preparations. The salad was ready, the entree was browning in the oven, the table was set, and the room was clean. He lit the twin taper candles, and fixed a few of the flowers in the vase that were out of place.

Right on time, the doorbell rang. Jeff looked up at Carla.

"I'll get it" she said. "Go take the vegetables out of the water, and strain them. Then bring out the salad and the wine."

"Yes My Lady" he said, heading for the kitchen. The shoes he wore forced him to take small steps, so he looked silly as he tried to go fast. He couldn't wait to get out of the room, before her guest arrived. Maybe she was just trying to get him upset, and she wouldn't make him go out to serve them like this. He took his time in the kitchen.

"Gia! Company is waiting!" said Carla, ringing the little bell.

Jeff took a deep breath, picked up the silver tray with the salad bowl and two glasses of white wine, and walked into the dining room. He could see Carla's face, as she had the seat facing the door. And he could see the long brown hair of the woman who's back was to him. So he was going to really have to do this.

Jeff took the tray, and sat it down on the table. He placed the salad in the middle of the table, and placed a wine glass in front of each of the women. He kept his face down, not looking at either of them. He didn't want whoever it was to see him, and he didn't really want to make eye contact with her.

"Gia, I believe you know Miss Barnes" said Carla.

Jeff looked at the woman. Barnes? That was....Ruth's last name. All the color drained out of Jeff's face as he looked up, and into Ruth's eyes. He was serving his new mistress, *and* his ex-girlfriend! No! Anyone but her!

"You look very pretty tonight Gia" said Ruth.

"Thank you Ma'am" replied Jeff, bowing his head.

"You may call me Miss Barnes" said Ruth.

"Yes Miss Barnes" replied Jeff.

Ruth smiled at him. She took the salad fork from her place setting, and pushed it off the table.

"Pick it up" she said.

Jeff walked over to where she was sitting, and leaned over to pick up the fork. He realized that she would be able to see the sexy panties he was wearing under his skirt. She would be able to see his garters.

He took the fork, and was about to hand it to her.

"Gia! How dare you give our guest a dirty fork! Go bring her another!"

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff, who was near the verge of tears now. He ran off to the kitchen, to get another fork for Ruth. This was getting worse and worse. Carla owned and controlled him now, and she was determined to show this off to Ruth. He was being forced to serve them both. And on top of that, Carla was turning him into a woman.

How could it possibly get any worse?

* * *

 

Jeff's feet were hurting. He had served the meal to the two women. Carla had made him stand at attention by the wall, so he could pour another glass of water or wine for them, or clean up crumbs from the bread. When Ruth went to use the restroom, he had to refold her napkin, in the fancy pattern that Carla had taught him.

How he was cleaning off the table, while the two women talked over the coffee he had just brewed and served them.

"Gia, we will be in the living room. After you do the dishes, come check and see if we need anything. If we need you sooner, we will ring the bell."

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff.

The bell. They had been ringing it all night to call him. He would be carrying a full tray back through the door into the kitchen, and they would ring the bell. If he didn't come *right away*, he would be scolded for laziness. He hated that bell now.

And sure enough, he was in the process of putting dishes into the dishwasher, when the bell went off. He dried his hands with the towel, and moved as fast as he could, with the little steps he was forced to take with the shoes. What did they want from him now?

"Gia, get on your knees and face Miss Barnes."

Jeff couldn't resist her order. As much as he detested the thought of it, he got on his knees, and faced his former girlfriend.

"Listen to me Gia" said Carla. "You know that you are mine. I needn't remind you that you cannot disobey me."

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff.

"Now Gia, I want you to do something for me. You will obey me in this."

"I am yours" said Jeff, who was seething inside, trying futily to resist.

"Gia, here is my orders for you. Tonight, you will obey our Guest, Miss Barnes, in the same manner that you obey me. Is that clear?"

"Yes My Lady" said Jeff, feeling a shiver of cold run up and down his spine. Miss Barnes *hated* him. Miss Barnes? He couldn't even *think* of her by her name now. He looked up to her again, knowing that he now belonged to her, as he did to Ms. Powers.

"Hello Gia" said Ruth.

"Hello My Lady" said Jeff.

Ruth shot a smile over to Carla. Even with what she had seen all night, she hadn't really believed that he would obey her without question. But it was clear now that he would. It was time for her to even the score.

"Gia, I knew a man once who tried to ruin my social life. He was very mean and hateful."

Jeff nodded. He knew who she was talking about. Him.

"Men are like that Gia, inconsiderate, mean, and unfeeling. Not like women. Not like *us*."

Jeff nodded again politely. His knees were getting sore now, and he wanted to sit on the couch. But he remained in his subservient pose, awaiting her orders.

"Women are better than men Gia. Don't you agree?"

"Yes My Lady. Women are better than men" said Jeff, completely against his will. Inside, he felt the exact opposite. He hated Ruth now, more than ever. He hated Carla, for what she had done to him. He hated them all.

"Good Gia. I'm glad that you agree that women are superior to men. Because now, you are going to become one of us tonight."

No! But he couldn't speak. She hadn't said anything that would allow him to.

"Gia, concentrate on your inner self. Deep inside, the place that makes you who you are. Close your eyes Gia, and find yourself inside."

Jeff closed his eyes, but only saw blackness. He tried to do as she asked, but he felt nothing.

"In your mind Gia, you see the image of a woman now. She is beautiful, smart and very sexy."

Jeff's mind was filled with the image of a hot blond woman, who looked like a movie star. He could see her in his mind!"

"Gia, the woman in your mind: she is *you*. That is your new self image. That is what you think of when you think about yourself. You are a woman."

The words echoed in Jeff's head. You are a woman. Try as he might, he could not stop them from repeating over and over. They filled every space in his head, cascading through every neuron in his brain. His mind remained focused on the image of the blond woman. The woman that was him. He was her.

"You are a woman Gia. You *want* to be a woman. You *want* to be female. Inside, that is how you feel now. It would be repulsive to be a man. You are *glad* to be female. You *like* wearing pretty clothes and being feminine. You *like* makeup, and feel naked without it. You *adore* cute shoes, purses, skirts, dresses and jewelry. You feel a need to shop for all you can afford, because you love how you feel when you're pretty."

Jeff looked at the woman in her minds eye, and realized something. She was looking in a mirror. The woman he was seeing was herself! As she imagined moving, the woman moved. She was just seeing herself. She loved the cute outfit she had on in her imagination. She wished that she owned one like that. Tomorrow, she'd go shopping and get one just like it.

"You are Gia now, and you know no other name" said Ruth. "You are Gia."

The woman in Gia's mind winked. Of course she was Gia. What other name would she have ever used? Miss Barnes was being silly. She knew his own name. Duh!

"Gia, you are a woman now inside. In every way. Stand up and open your eyes Gia."

Gia stood up and opened her eyes. They took some adjusting to the bright light. After being shut for so long, they were used to the darkness. She looked over to Carla and Ruth.

"How do you feel?" said Carla.

"Sore. I need to sit down" said Gia.

"Sure honey. You worked hard today" said Carla. "Have a seat."

"You're so nice" said Gia, happy to sit down on the couch at last. She realized that she was sitting now, because *she* wanted to. Not because Carla had told her to. She was free!

"I did something because I wanted to!" she said out loud.

"You are a woman Gia, an equal to us. Women don't have to obey orders. You are a free woman now Gia, and you can do anything you want."

It felt wonderful to be free! It felt so exciting, so liberating to be female. Gia was grinning from ear to ear.

"Can I get you some coffee Gia?" said Ruth.

"No, I'll get it. I'll be right back" said Gia. She knew the kitchen, but Ruth didn't. And Ruth was company. It would be rude to make company get a refreshment for the hosts. So Gia glided into the kitchen, and returned with a cup for herself, and a pot of coffee to pour for the other girls.

She savored the freedom of being able to do what *she* wanted, not what someone else wanted. Being female had brought her this freedom. She loved being a woman. It meant so much to her. A sense of happiness and warmth swept over her, emanating from her heart.

"Why the big smile?" said Carla.

"Oh, it's just that I love being a woman so much!" said Gia. "It is the best thing in the world. I am *so* glad that I'm a girl. It makes me so happy!"

"Yes, being a woman is a wonderful thing" agreed Carla.

"Oh yes" added Ruth. "It is the best thing in the world."

"And you're one of us, aren't you?" said Carla.

"Yes I am" agreed Gia. "But I feel so jealous as I look at you."

"Why is that?"

"Because I'm so inadequate. I just have such teeny little boobs that I need falsies to look like you. I wish I was bigger."

"We must increase our bust" said Carla.

"The bigger the better!" said Gia.

"I have a gift for you Gia. I wasn't going to tell you yet, but I will. I have an appointment for you tomorrow with a top notch plastic surgeon. She will work on your chest, and your face. You are going to be pretty. You are going to have real breasts. As large as you want."

"Really?" said Gia, clasping her hands together over her heart. "You mean it?"

"Yes Gia. It is my gift to you. I'm going to make you pretty."

"Oh thank you so much Carla" said Gia. "Thank you! I love you so much."

She went over to Carla, and gave her a hug.

"You're the best friend a woman could ever have" said Gia.

  

  

  

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