The Third Power

by Jennifer White

 

On the occasion of her 30th birthday, Melissa Barringer woke up, and found that she had gained a new power. When she was just a girl, she knew that she was special. She had abilities that other children didn't. When she turned 10 years old, she found that she could almost read minds, so strong was her sense of empathy for others.

When she was twenty, she discovered that she had gained a second power, one of change: she could make herself look more and more attractive, almost at will. For example, she always thought she was too flat-chested, and one day she wished she had bigger boobs. In less than an hour, her body had responded, and her boobs filled out to the exact perfect shape and size that she had always wanted.

She had even used this power to alter her boyfriend's physique, making him into the attractive man she always wanted him to be. His beer belly melted away, and now he had a perfect 'six-pack' stomach. She even added an inch of length, and half inch of diameter to his equipment, so he could better satisfy her in bed. Now Mike was the perfect man for her. And now they were happily married.

 

Today she turned 30, and she knew that she was due to gain her third power. She didn't know why this happened to her. She didn't know what it meant or how it happened. But she just *knew*. Very quickly, she discovered her new power, as always, by accident.

Mike always liked the bedroom colder than she did, and it was a constant battle between the two. This morning, as they tried to sleep in, they had their usual disagreement.

"I'm too hot" said Mike.

"It's way too cold in here" said Melissa.

"Then pull on some more covers" said Mike.

"Close the window!" said Melissa, shivering from the cold draft of air coming in through the screen.

Mike got a funny look on his face. He sat up. He looked like he was struggling, but he couldn't make himself stop. He walked over to the window, and put his hand on it. His teeth clenched, like he was using all his might not to do it, but slowly, he closed the window. Then he walked back, and got in bed.

Melissa immediately knew it: *she* had done this too him. It was her new power. Something perhaps even greater than any of her other powers. She would have to be very careful with this one! It could be quite dangerous.

"What just happened?" said Mike, astonished that he had just been *forced* to close the window. It had been as if an unseen hand had been guiding him, and he had been helpless to resist.

Melissa had kept her powers secret from Mike. He never realized that his body had been altered by her. He thought it was because she said they were going on a diet. He didn't realize that it was her will that had made him become so handsome and strong. He never suspected a thing.

But now he looked at her with fear in his eyes. She had said to do something, and he had been forced to do it. She could tell he suspected something now. She couldn't allow that. So she had to use her power again, right away, to fix it.

"You felt cold. You wanted the close the window" said Melissa.

Mike got a strange look on his face as he struggled with the new thoughts and memories being forced into his mind. After a few moments, he looked normal again.

"Brrr, I'm cold" he said. "Pull up another blanket."

Melissa kissed him, and they fell off to sleep in each other's arms.

* * *

 

As always, Melissa was very judicious with the use of her powers. She rarely used them for personal gain and she never used them even once for anything that could be considered vengeful or evil. They were always used for the common good. Even though it had been two months since her birthday, she never had not used them on Mike.

But one day, she felt betrayed by him. They were in bed together, making love, and she was able to sense a strong feeling inside of him. As he was on top of her, happily pumping away, she could tell: he was imagining that she was someone else. She used her powers and probed his feelings: he was imaging that she was the new secretary from his office.

Melissa felt devastated. She had always been kind, loving, and had given him everything he had ever wanted. Yet he showed his thanks by pretending he was having sex with a younger woman! That made Melissa feel old, ugly, and unloved. She was hurt beyond words, and had to use all her self control to keep from crying.

 

After that night, she was a little distant from Mike. She felt that she could no longer completely trust him. Resentment grew inside of her, and one day it all boiled over. As it turned out, she was one day before starting her period, and she was really grumpy. As usual, Mike had ignored something she had told him, because men just don't listen to their wives very well. All of her girlfriends said the same thing about their husbands, so she knew she wasn't alone. So now she was really on edge, emotional and upset.

"I have a question" said Mike.

"What?" answered Melissa, not in any mood to talk.

"My secretary at work has a birthday tomorrow, and I was wondering if you would go out and buy her something nice. Maybe some flowers and a card or something."

He wanted her to go out and buy something for the secretary who he dreamed of having sex with? Melissa was enraged! She looked at Mike, and with her powers he was transparent to her. Even at this moment, he was imagining the secretary's young nubile body. He was imagining her in a red negligee, and he was planning on buying her one if she responded to the birthday present!

Now Melissa was even more steamed. With her raging hormones, she was at the bursting point. Mike wanted her to buy a gift for a secretary, so that he could have an affair with her! It was too much, and Melissa felt hurt beyond all description. She was mad, in the way that only a woman going through PMS can truly understand.

"Sure honey" she said. "Let me go right now."

Mike smiled, thinking all was fine. He didn't realize yet what he had done, nor the consequences.

* * *

 

Melissa returned from her shopping trip with a bag from a department store. She went up to their bedroom, and put three white boxes on the bed.

"I wanted you to see them before I wrapped them up for her" said Melissa, trying her best to keep from yelling at screaming at him like she wanted to.

Mike smiled, and walked over to the bed. He looked at the boxes.

"Clothes?" he said.

"What woman doesn't like clothes?" said Melissa.

Mike nodded, and took the tops off the boxes. Inside, there was white tissue paper covering the clothes. He pulled it open, to see what was. He was really surprised to find that it was a red negligee, just like the one he had imagined for Rachel, his secretary. He looked at Melissa with eyes wide open.

"How did you know..." he said.

"Look at the other things" she replied coolly.

Mike looked in the second box. It contained a red bra and panty set. And in the third box, was a very sexy looking black leather miniskirt and a black top.

"You bought these for Rachel?" he asked, amazed.

"No" said Melissa. "I bought them for *you*."

 

Mike looked at her for a second, then he understood.

"So you're going to dress up in these for me?"

Melissa shook her head. Men were so dense.

"No" she said, her voice showing her smoldering inner anger. "They are for *you*. You are going to wear these, then go into the office."

"No I'm not!" he replied.

"Why don't you try them on now?" asked Melissa.

"Are you crazy?" said Mike.

Melissa smiled. She wasn't crazy. She was just going through PMS. Mike didn't know who he was messing with. He still had no idea what was going to happen to him.

"Hold still" said Melissa.

Mike froze. It was weird: he wanted to move, and get away. He could feel that something bad was going on, but he could only stand there. His feet felt like lead. He felt like a statue. He was frozen in place, and he felt completely helpless. He couldn't even talk. Fear showed on his face.

Melissa walked up to him, and started to take his clothes off. His shirt. His belt. His trousers. His underwear. His socks. She pulled them off of him like he was a store mannequin. Now he was completely naked.

"Put on your bra" said Melissa.

Mike found that his arms could move now. But there was no way that he was going to use them to put a bra onto himself! He just stood there, defiantly. But that was a mistake. He felt a tugging at his hand, as if an unseen invisible hand, with incredible strength, was pulling on him, forcing his arm to move. He tried to resist it, clinching his jaw as he struggled against the unseen force.

But it was no use. It was like trying to hold up a thousand pounds: his muscles were unable to amass enough force to even make a tiny speck of resistance. He found his hands reaching for the bra, picking it up, and bringing it closer and closer to his chest. It was the kind where it went under the breasts, pushing them up, leaving most of their tops bare. It would look very sexy on Rachel. But he didn't want it on him!

"No!" he yelled, as his own hands started to put it onto his body. His arms went under the straps. He reached behind himself, and expertly fastened the clasps, as if he had been doing it for years. Now he was wearing a bra. He was hyperaware of the feeling of having the tight band around his torso, and the straps over his shoulders. The material over his chest was soft and smooth. All these were alien sensations to him, and they were all extremely intimidating.

He felt *so* weak. Not just that he was being forced to do things he didn't want to, not just that he was now wearing a piece of female clothes, but also because he was being controlled by a woman. He knew it was Melissa doing this to him. Women were supposed to be obedient to their men (or at least let the man be in control of things most of the time). The thought of being controlled by a woman made him feel like he was nothing. He felt that much less of a man.

"Now the panties" she said.

"What are you doing to me! Why are you doing this!" he hissed.

Melissa just shook her head, and the unseen force started on Mike again. He tried to resist, but he could not. He reached over, took the panties out of the box, and started to step into them. He slid them up his legs, feeling the soft silky material against his skin. He let the waist band go, and they snapped around him tightly. Now he was wearing a bra and panties, and his feeling of being weak was redoubled.

He was being controlled by his wife. And she seemed to be bent on making him dress up like a woman. There was nothing he wanted less than this! She was in total control of him. There was nothing he could do.

"Please stop this" he said. "What did I do to make you so mad?"

Melissa ignored his pleas. He didn't deserve her mercy. Not after what he did.

"Put on your negligee" she said. "Do it yourself, out of your own free will, or I'll *make* you do it."

He knew this wasn't an idle threat, after what she had just done. The feeling of being controlled like that was so terrible, that he decided it would be better to do what she asked, rather than being physically forced against his will. So he reached down, and picked up the red negligee.

He stared at it as he held it in his hands, by the two thin red straps which went over the shoulders. The material was silky and red, with red lace trim. It would come down just low enough to cover the panties. It flared out wider at the hips, narrowed at the stomach, then got wider on top to leave room for breasts. The material covering the breasts tapered off to a peak where the straps attached, leaving a deep v between them, to expose cleavage.

He looked at Melissa, who gave him a threatening look. He didn't want to be forced again. So he pulled it up, and let it slip down onto him. It covered so very little of him. He felt exposed. He felt vulnerable. What if someone saw him like this? His mind was in a total panic. Melissa hadn't even bothered to shut the curtains. What if someone was looking into the window right now? They would see him wearing women's underclothes.

"Now your skirt" said Melissa. "Put that on."

"It's way too small. I'll never fit into that!" said Mike.

"Trust me. You will" she said in reply.

He picked it up, feeling the cold leather. It looked so tiny. It would make Rachel (or Melissa for that matter) look really hot, especially from behind. How could she expect him to wear it? He shuddered.

"Put it on, *now*" said Melissa.

Mike shook his head. This was stupid. It was way too small for him! But she was so insistent, so he stepped into it, and started to pull it up. There was a zipper that went in the back, which was wide open. Because of that, he was able to pull it up, wiggle back and forth, and pretty much get into it. But the zipper was still open.

"Pull it up higher" said Melissa.

"It's too tight!" said Mike.

"Do it" she said. "Hold your breath."

Mike breathed in, pulled with all his might, and wiggled his hips. The skirt pulled up even higher, so that the top of it was way higher than he would normally have the belt on his pants.

Melissa went around behind him, and grabbed the zipper. She started to pull on it, to close it. Mike thought there was no way she would ever get it closed. But bit by bit, the zipper started to edge upwards. The top of the skirt closed up tighter and tighter on him. It pressed into his tummy, tighter and tighter. The zipper continued to move upwards.

Mike was in pain. It was almost as if the part of him inside the top of the skirt was being squeezed so hard, that the flesh was being forced downwards. It was as if his hips were getting wider, his but was getting rounder, and his tummy getting thinner.

"There, all done" said Melissa, as she let go of the zipper. Mike looked in the mirror. He could not believe that he was wearing the skirt. They way it shaped him, it made him look like a real girl around the middle.

"What is going on?" he said, still gasping for air.

"Put on your top" said Melissa, holding it out to him. It was black, with straps just wide enough to cover the bra straps. It had a V-neck, just right to show off a woman's breasts. He pulled it on, knowing better than to argue with her by now. He looked down, and felt so foolish. It didn't even cover all of the bra, showing off the top edge of it. And you could see all his chest hair. He looked and felt foolish.

"Let me get some shoes for you" said Melissa. She walked into the closet, and returned a few moments later with a pair of pumps.

Mike lifted his foot, without being told, so he could put them on. His feet were way bigger than hers, so he had no idea how in the world he would fit into them. His foot hurt as she started to close the straps around them. Tighter and tighter went the straps. Then she did the second one. Now he was wearing heels. He was in disbelief. How in the world was his foot fitting onto them without hanging over the back?

"Look in the mirror" said Melissa.

Mike turned to the mirror and gasped. He looked terrible! A man in women's clothes, except around the waist, where the impossibly tight skirt gave him a womanly shape with wide hips and a narrow tummy. He stared at his legs. Why did the look wrong?

Hair! His legs had no hair! How had the hair on his legs disappeared? His legs were now smooth, and between the skirt and the heels, they looked sexy and shapely. From the waist down, you would have thought he was a woman! This was terrible! He felt even more weak now. She was taking his manhood away.

"What happened to my legs? How did I lose all my hair?"

"You like them hairless and smooth?" said Melissa.

"No!" he replied.

"I think you do" she said. "And *I* think you'd like to see your chest the same way."

She smiled, and Mike felt a strange itching sensation on his chest. As he looked in the mirror, his chest hairs became finer and finer, smaller and smaller, and soon you couldn't even see them. He was concentrating on them so much, that he didn't even notice how his shoulders were getting constantly smaller, as well as the muscles in his arms. He looked like a woman from the neck down now, albeit one with a very flat chest.

But that was soon to change. As Mike looked in the mirror, he noticed two things. First of all, his hands. They looked so much smaller. How had he failed to notice that they had become so fine and so soft? The nails were long ovals. His wrists were tiny. They were girl's hands.

But the other thing was much worse. His chest. It was starting to change. At first, it wasn't even noticeable, because the bra hung there limp and empty. But then there was a new firmness, as the cups of the bra started to fill up. The gentle mounds on his chest continued to rise, and soon his nipple was pressing hard against the fabric of the bra, as his chest expanded outwards.

He was in a total panic now, but his chest didn't stop changing. It was still growing. His breasts kept enlarging both in height, diameter, and fullness. If his breasts were like this, he suddenly wondered what was happening between his legs. His hand shot down there, and he reeled as he realized that between his legs, he was no longer a man at all. There was no bulge in his panties anymore. Instead, just a gentle mound, with a slit. Technically, he was a woman now.

His breasts kept growing. How he looked more like a porn star than a normal woman. They were so full, so large! His bra was almost at the bursting point. The fabric was straining as it stretched, creaking and groaning. Mike could feel the weight of his new mounds of female flesh on his chest. As his bra struggled to support them, the straps over his shoulders dug in harder.

He looked in the mirror, and just could not believe what he saw.

"I look like I have my head, on a woman's body!" he exclaimed.

"Well," said Melissa, "then there is only one thing to do."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Off with his head!" she replied enthusiastically.

"What do you mean?"

"Brush your hair" she said, handing him a fancy antique brush. He took it from her, but sort of froze up, afraid of what this might do to him.

"You leave me no choice" she said, and suddenly the unseen force grabbed his hand, and *made* him start running the brush through his hair. With every stroke, his hair seemed to get longer and longer. It was getting fuller too, with the ends curling as well. He was unable to stop himself, until he had a full head of hair, down below the level of his shoulders. His mousy color was replaced with a sandy blond, with highlights. It looked very exciting and sexy. But it surrounded *his* face, and he was all the more scared.

"Now for your makeup" said Melissa.

"Mike felt himself walk over to the vanity, and sit down. He crossed his lets at the knees, like a woman would, and felt himself reaching forward for the makeup sitting there. One by one, he started to apply the cosmetics to his face, and each had a remarkable effect.

The foundation went on first, and covered all of his face. As it went on, the light stubble of hairs from his beard completely disappeared. Now his skin was soft, smooth, and perfect. As he put it over his chin, the shape changed from his masculine chiseled jaw, to a soft pointier female appearance. He applied eyeshadow, and his eyes changed, becoming wide, soft and doe-like. His eyelashes grew longer as he applied the mascara, even curling up at the ends. He had very pretty eyes now.

When he applied blush, not only did it make his face look prettier, but the structure of his cheekbones actually changed, giving him a more female looking face. In fact, from looking at his face now, you would never know it had ever been male. He was applying lipstick now, and his lips responded by becoming full. Before his very eyes, his eyebrows changed. They went from being full, bushy, and in danger of forming a 'unibrow', to being thinner, arched, and tapering down at the outside.

As Mike put down the last of the powder he used to blend colors around his eyes, he looked in the mirror and saw a fully female face staring back at him. From head to toe now, he had been completely altered. He was a woman now, in every way. But not just any woman. He estimated himself to be around 22 years old, highly attractive, and built like a stripper. He realized right away that any man upon seeing him, would feel a strong sexual attraction, and that they would all want *him*. That was a terrible thing to think, that men would want to be with him, and would all throw themselves at him, trying to get him to pick them as his date. And they all really wanted one thing: to get him in bed.

Mike was frozen with fear now. But Melissa was not done with him yet. He got up, against his will, and walked over to the dresser with the mirror, where her jewelry was stored in a box. He reached in, and pulled out a pair of ear rings. They were silver dangly ones, with diamonds at the ends. He picked them up, and as they drew closer to his ears, the flesh on his ear lobe parted to form a hole. Soon, the ear rings were on his ears, and as he moved, he felt them wiggle. He felt the long hair on the back of his neck. And he felt his boobs jiggle. All new, frightening sensations for him, which he loathed. He was on the verge of tears. He *so* much wanted to go back.

But he could do nothing, as the unseen force guided him, and made him put on a choker, a couple of rings, a bracelet, and a lady's watch. He sprayed himself with perfume. Then he got up, went to the full length mirror, and took a good look at himself.

"There you are" said Melissa. "The new you. How do you like yourself now, *Joni*?"

"Please stop this. I'll do anything you ask. Please!" said Mike. It was strange: he spoke, but it wasn't his voice that came out. It was the voice of a young woman, soft, high in pitch, and very feminine. How could a girl's voice be coming out of his throat? This was terrible!

"It's too late for that. You betrayed me. But you will never do that again. Joni."

Mike suddenly had two things hit him at once. On thing was a terrible pain, a cramp, that seemed to go right through him. It was an awful feeling, and he had never felt anything like it before. It was accompanied by another new feeling: a feeling of wetness inside of his new genitals.

"That's right Joni" said Melissa. "You're having a period. You had better go put a tampon in."

Mike ran to the bathroom, under his own control for the first time in a while. Right there on the back of the toilet was the box of tampons that Melissa had for herself. He took one out, took off the shrink wrap, and stared at it for a second. He could feel the wetness building inside. He took off his skirt, pulled down his panties, and sat on the toilet. He used a piece of toilet paper, and wiped some of the smelly discharge off of himself. He felt completely grossed out. Not only was he touching himself in the pussy where his manhood should be, but he was having a period. He felt like throwing up.

Mike looked at the directions on the box, and followed them to insert the tampon. Now at least, he wouldn't leak all over everything. He put his clothes back on, and went out to see Melissa again.

"Please stop. I've learned my lesson" he said. "Please change me back!"

"Back to what Joni? You are a *woman* now."

"I..." said Mike, against his will. The words that Melissa wanted him to say were forming in his mind. He clenched his teeth, trying his hardest not to let them out of his mouth. He couldn't do this! He couldn't let her do this to him! He tried with all his will to stop this from happening. But she was too powerful. He just could not prevent her from making him say it.

"I.....am.......Joni" he hissed, as he tried to resist. "I.......am.....a.....a....woman....now."

With those words, something snapped inside of him. Something was gone now, forever.

"I am Joni. I am a woman now" he said again, easily, with no more resistance. When the words came out of his mouth the first time, his inner self had been changed. His self image had been altered. Instead of thinking of himself as a man, he now thought of himself as a woman.

So instead of struggling to prevent himself from saying the words, they now flowed easily. They were true. It was what he believed, deep inside. Now he truly was a woman, in every way. All traces of maleness were gone. He was no longer Mike. He was Joni now.

And Joni found that she had one burning desire, that rose above all the others: Rachel. She loved Rachel, and wanted to be just like her. Rachel was her ideal of perfection. Joni wanted to work with her, to be mentored by her, and to be just like her. Rachel meant everything to her. Joni hoped that Rachel would notice her, and want a relationship with her. She wanted to be Rachel's lover, as well as her friend and her protégé.

"I need to go find Rachel" she said to Melissa.

"Go to your lover" she said.

Joni swung her hips, as she walked out the door. She walked down the city street, and every so often she heard a whistle or a hoot from the men who were scoping her out. Cars slowed down as they passed, and several offered her a ride. But she didn't want a man. She wanted Rachel. And she would stop at nothing to make Rachel her lover. She would go get a job in Rachel's department. She didn't care who she had to sleep with to make it happen. She knew that with her body, she would be able to easily manipulate men, making them do whatever she wanted. It didn't matter. Only her love Rachel mattered now.

* * *

 

Melissa sat down and drank another glass of wine. When her period was over, and her hormones settled down, the felt bad about what she had done to Mike. It had been very wrong of her to use her powers like that, to alter him, and change who (and what) he was. It had seemed like a sensible way to get revenge on him at the time. But now, she realized how silly and childish of her it had been. She swore to herself never to use her powers like that again.

The next day, Melissa went into the office where Mike had worked. She explained to his boss that she wanted to pick up a few of his things as reminders, since the police had told her that he had vanished without a trace, and they didn't know if they would ever find him.

Mike's boss showed Melissa to the desk where he worked.

"This is Rachel, his secretary. She'll help you."

"I'm so sorry about Mike" said Rachel.

"Thank you" said Melissa, her head down, as she looked over Mike's things on his desk.

"Oh Joni, would you please run to the store room and get a box for Mrs. Barringer?"

"Certainly" said Joni, who ran off as quick as she could. Anything to please Rachel.

"She sure is a good worker, and a real help to me" said Rachel.

"Impressive" said Melissa in reply.

Moments later, Joni returned with a box. Melissa started to put the things she wanted to keep into the box.

"I need to get back to work. Joni will help you with anything you need. It was nice to finally meet you. Mike said so many nice things about you. I'm sorry we had to meet under difficult circumstances like this."

"Thank you" said Melissa, now feeling even more guilty. She completed her packing job, then turned to Joni.

"Joni, please carry this box to the car for me" she said.

"Sure Mrs. Barringer" she replied eagerly.

They walked down the hallway, past the security guard, and out to Melissa's car.

"Look Mike. I'm sorry about what I did to you. Come home with me, and I'll set things right. I'll change you back. We can forget that this ever happened."

Joni looked at Melissa, and cocked her head to the side.

"Why would I ever want to go back?" she said. "Why would I ever want to be a man again? I have everything I ever wanted now, and I've found that I just *love* being a woman. This is so much better! You were so lucky, Melissa, that you were born a girl. You got to grow up female, and live your whole life this way. I've only had a few days, but I can tell you, this is a thousand times better."

"But what about having a period? What about men wanting to have sex with you?"

"Oh, all that goes with the territory. But I'm a woman now. I can handle it! I'm not some weak fragile man, with a huge ego, and a ton of testosterone making him chase skirts anymore. I'm a woman now, like you. And I always want to stay like this. If you tried to change me back, you'd have to do it with me kicking and screaming. It would be the cruelest thing you could ever do, to give me a taste of what it is like to be a woman, then to take that away from me."

"So you really want to stay like this? You really want to be a woman?"

"Yes I do" said Joni.

"Then I will do one more thing for you" said Melissa. She concentrated for a moment, then she smiled.

"What did you do?" said Joni, not noticing anything.

"Two things. First, I freed you from any influence I might have had over you. You don't *have* to be in love with Rachel anymore. You don't feel compelled to do anything to please her. You have your own complete free will back."

"Thank you" said Joni, "but I do love her, and that won't change anything for me."

"And secondly, I reduced the size of your boobs, but just a little bit. I could tell they were bigger than you would have liked, so I just adjusted them to be your ideal size."

"Thank you!" said Joni. "They were so big that I was getting backaches. I was seriously thinking of having surgery to reduce their size."

Joni looked down at herself, and touched her reformed breasts.

"They're just perfect Melissa. Thank you! Thank you so much. I feel like you're a sister to me, and I hope that we can always be friends."

They two women hugged each other. Melissa drove home, to start her life again, and try to find herself another man. Joni returned to work, and to her beloved Rachel. Both women were happy now. Both women were free. And both would go on to find true love and happiness in their lives.

 

The End

  

  

  

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