Third Time's a Charm

by Jennifer White

 

As hard as she tried, things never worked out for poor Kaylee. She was a pretty girl when she was young, and always in with the popular crowd. She could get any boy she wanted in school, and she felt bad that she had to turn so many of them down, since they were always hitting on her, asking for dates. As soon as she grew boobs, she got even more popular, since hers were the biggest tightest ones in the school. Sitting in the front row, in her tight sweater, she was the object of all their desires.

She found the one she thought would be her lover forever, and went steady with just him, turning aside all advances. She was faithful to him, and him alone. Everyone was a little surprised that she picked someone who was kind of shy, and not in the popular crowed. But Kaylee loved him, and he seemed just perfect to her. She even went to the same college that he enrolled in, so they could be together.

But one day, unceremoniously, he told her that it was over, and he was dating someone else! She was heartbroken. She thought they would be married one day, and that it was just a matter of time. She got through the rest of the semester, then transferred to another school, to be away from him.

 

Kaylee's luck with men didn't improve much after that. She dated several guys in college, but she found out a terrible truth: they all wanted her mainly for sex, and after they made love a few times, the guys lost interest in her, and wanted to move on to their next conquest. She felt so sad, and so used. She was just a sex object to them. She vowed to wait until she was married before she would bed a man again.

In grad school, while she was working on her MBA, Kaylee met Fred. They hit it off, and everything seemed so perfect. She kept her panties on though, never allowing him to have her. Her plan worked, and he wanted her so much, that he proposed to her. They were married, and on her honeymoon she opened her body up to him fully for the first time.

Things went well at first, but Fred turned out to be a control freak. He resented the fact that she made more money than he did, and bit by bit, their relationship deteriorated. He was always telling her what to do, but she was a strong willed woman, and wouldn't give in. She wanted them to get counciling but he refused.

And then one day, she went to surprise him at work with a visit, since she just got done with a business lunch on that side of town. She walked into his office, to find his secretary on his lap, arms entwined, as they were making out.

Soon after, they were divorced.

 

Kaylee went about her life for a while as a single woman again. But she was lonely. She needed love. She needed a man in her life. So she started doing things like playing volleyball in a league for single people, and eventually, she started meeting men. One of them seemed so much better than the rest, Karl. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and he swept her off of her feet.

Things went so fast that her head spun. Karl took her to Las Vegas on a weekend spree, treating her to shows, gambling, and a lot of fun. On the spur of the moment, on a whim, they went to a wedding chapel, and tied the knot. They were now married.

Everything was fine between them for a while, until one day when Karl announced his plans to her.

"I want you to quit your job" he said.

"Why would I want to do that?" she responded, hurt that he would impose such a thing on her.

"Because, it is time for us to raise a family. I want you to stay at home, and raise the children, the old-fashioned way. I'll work, and you'll be the mother. That's my family was, and that is how my new family is going to be."

"Karl, don't you think we should discuss this a little? This is my life here too, and *my* family. I don't want to give up my career! Women can have both a family and a career you know."

"I know darling, but this is not negotiable. Now lets get our plans together. You'll go off birth control immediately, and we'll start working on starting our family."

"*Our* plans? You mean *your* plans. Please Karl, don't do this! We need to talk about this some more. You can't just walk in and announce what my future is going to be! I have a life too!"
"Yes, but you are my wife. There will be no discussion. I have my plans, and you're not going to ruin them for me."

The argument got worse from there. Kaylee wasn't about to have her future dictated to her! She wasn't going to go from being a powerful manager at work, to being just a mother at home, doing housework, raising children, and watching soap operas. She didn't do all that hard work at college just to be a stay-at-home mother. She wanted children too, but she wasn't ready yet. And she wanted both a family *and* a career. How dare Karl presume to be able to tell her what to do!

From then on, their relationship turned downwards, with constant bickering and arguments. One night Karl didn't come home. Then he did it again. The relationship was strained to the limit. Kaylee wanted it to work, but Karl was so inflexible that things seemed doomed.

But then came the final straw: one day Kaylee had an unusual discharge on her maxipad. She went to see her OB-GYN, who did an exam, and announced to her that she had VD. Now Kaylee had been 100% faithful to Karl since they were married. If she had something, then she got it from *him*. There was only one explanation: Karl was fooling around with her.

That was it. It was over between them. Kaylee's heart was breaking again as she called the divorce lawyer for a second time.

* * *

 

It was several years before Kaylee was ready for another relationship with a man. She lived as a single woman again, going out with her girlfriends, and having fun. But she was now in her thirties, and her biological clock was ticking. She wanted a family. She wanted to be a mother. She wanted a man to be with. But she was very gun-shy after her past two failures with marriage.

Most of the girls she went out with were single. Once they got married, they would drop in with the group from time to time, but they would see their married friends less and less. But there was one exception: Cheryl. She was just a little thing, cute, pert and sassy. She was married, but she was always with the group. One day, Kaylee asked her to lunch alone.

"Cheryl, you're the only married woman in our group. The others, once they tie the knot, they start to drop out. Their married lives become more important than their girlfriends, and we don't see them as much. But not you. How do you do it? Why are you able to still do what you want with the girls, and not get into it with your husband?"

Cheryl nodded. She looked Kaylee in the eye, and explained it with one word.

"Control" she said.

 

"Control? What do you mean?"

"Kaylee, you've told me about your past husbands. They tried to control *you*, but you refused. As macho males, that was unacceptable to them, and they rebelled against you. So first of all, if you are going to find happiness in marriage, you need to get rid of the image of the 'Alpha Male' type. They want a woman they can dominate, and you're not it sugar."

Kaylee nodded. Cheryl was right on.

"You need a man who is more sensitive to your needs. You need to find the quiet, shy type."

"But I did have a guy like that once, in high school and college. He was smart, he was a little shy, and he was all mine. But then he left me too, for another girl. I'm afraid I just have trouble trusting men."

"I understand" said Cheryl. "Look. Go find yourself a new man. Someone who is kind, gentle and loving. Make sure he is the quiet type, someone shy. Instead of waiting for a man to hit on you, you're going to need to hit on him. Look for the guy quietly staring at you, who's too intimidated by your beauty to approach you. That is the kind of man you want."

"Okay" said Kaylee, sipping her hot tea. "I know lots of guys like that. Some are even cute. But how do I keep him from getting away from me? How do I keep him from cheating on me like men do?"

"Don't worry about that" said Cheryl, holding Kaylee's trembling hand. "I know what to do. I will help you through it. Find him, make him yours, and I'll teach you how to control *him*. I'll show you how to make sure that he's not going to ever leave you for another woman. I'll help you dear, and make your dreams come true."

* * *

 

It took a lot of time, and many false starts before Kaylee found her man. She dated several guys, but some of them just weren't right for her. She wanted someone shy this time, like Cheryl suggested, but not someone who was a total social zero. And she didn't want some nerd who could only talk about his computers. She needed someone who she could talk with, who she could go out with in front of her friends, and not feel embarrassed to be with.

Her patience was rewarded, and she finally found the right man: Jordan. He was on her golf league, but after six weeks, he had never even spoken to her. But she saw the way he looked at her, so one day after she was done, she waited for him to come off the golf course. She had observed which car was his, and had parked right next to it. So when he was done, and went to his car, she was there pretending to be getting everything together, and changing out of her golf shoes. She could have been gone by then, but she had waited just for him.

"How did you hit them today, Jordan" she said.

"Oh, the usual. Some good, some not so good" he replied.

He was surprised that this beautiful angel was talking to *him*! He had wanted to meet her, but had been afraid to say anything, because she would probably reject him right away, and then he'd be too embarrassed to see her again, and he'd have to quit the golf league.

But here they were talking! And before long, Kaylee asked him if he'd like to go out and get some dinner with her. He accepted of course, and so he found himself sitting across the table from her at a casual bistro, where they shared a bottle of wine, and a dinner conversation.

 

Within a month, Jordan was dating Kaylee as his steady girlfriend. He had no idea what was in store for him. Kaylee talked regularly with Cheryl, to keep her updated about their status. Cheryl made sure Kaylee did the right things, to lay the groundwork for what was to come.

In time, she started to develop feelings for Jordan. At first, he was just a nice friend. Then a close friend. And then he became her boyfriend. He was kind and gentle, and seemed to really care for her. He was so much like her high school sweetheart! She knew she could fall in love with him. But there was only one main problem: she would never be able to fully trust him, because he was a man. But Cheryl insisted that her plan would work. So Kaylee kept the relationship going.

Sixteen months later, Kaylee and Jordan were wed, as man and wife.

* * *

"Is this really necessary?" asked Kaylee. "He seems so nice, and he really does love me. Maybe he'll be different than the others."

"Do you hear yourself girlfriend? Have you forgotten that you married a *man*? Have you seen him look at other women, and stare at their boobs?"

"Well, a couple of times I guess."

"There you go. He's a man. In time, he'll do what men do. Look at all of your married friends. Does even one of them seem really happy? Haven't you heard them all complain about how their husbands change after they get married, how they stop doing all the little things they used to, and how their dreams of martial bliss never quite work out?"

"Yeah, you're right" admitted Kaylee. She had heart the stories from her married friends too. Cheryl was right. Jordan was nice, but he was a man. She *had* to go through with this, in order to make him completely hers, and to find happiness together. This was all for his own good.

"So we're agreed then. You will his treatment immediately."

"Okay" conceded Kaylee.

 

Kaylee went to the grocery store, and bought two things. One was a bottle of vitamin's formulated for men's health. The other was a prescription, written by a doctor friend of Cheryl's, which was for estrogen, formulated for HRT. She went to a trash can, opened the bottle of men's vitamins, and dumped them all out. Then she put the estrogen pills into the vitamin bottle, and threw away their now-empty container.

She put the bottle of 'vitamins' on the counter next to hers, and went about convincing Jordan that he really should start taking vitamins every day, since he wasn't getting any younger, and she wanted him to be healthy so they could be happy together for a long time in their lives.

Of course, being a man, he didn't take them every day, but her remembered most of the time. A little nagging here and there, and he pretty much took them five days a week or so. Good enough for the plan! When the supply got low, she got a refill, keeping him with a constant supply of estrogen in his bloodstream.

 

Now the first few months of marriage is the 'honeymoon' period, where things almost always go very smoothly. Jordan was still as nice as nice can be to Kaylee, and everything seemed smooth. She felt bad in a way about what she was doing to Jordan, but she knew that it was for his own good, and for the sake of their marriage. Soon, she would completely control him, and that would lead to their mutual happiness.

The estrogen dosage was low enough not to have too sudden of an effect. But as the months progressed, it started to work it's inevitable magic. Jordan started to put on just a little weight around the hips. His skin got a little softer and nicer. And he was starting to show signs of his breasts budding. His nipples were enlarged and sensitive.

But he never noticed the changes, since they were so gradual, and since men are so out of touch with their bodies. They don't like going to get physicals. They don't want to see the doctor when they get sick. Something in their male egos makes them think that getting help is a sign of weakness, so they don't listen to their bodies, and let things go. Just try getting a man to get an exam for his prostate if you don't believe me!

And so Jordan didn't notice most of the effects that the estrogen was having on him. And the ones he did, he ignored, like a typical man. It was exactly as Cheryl had predicted. Kaylee didn't mind most of the effects, except she didn't like the idea of her man growing boobs. But Cheryl assured her that even with a high dosage, most men wouldn't develop anything past an A cup. With what he was taking, he might reach AA, but that was about it. So it wouldn't be too noticeable.

 

There were also the effects the estrogen had on his body, which were invisible to the eye, but just as profound. The human brain is influenced by many things, including hormones. A constant bath in female hormones actually changes the way you think. It 'rewires' the brain if you will, making a man start to think more and more like a woman.

This mean that Jordan got more emotional. He actually cried along with Kaylee after the end of a sad movie, where the heroine died saving her child. Kaylee hugged him tightly, and felt so much closer to him, now that he reacted to things more the way she did. They argued very rarely, since they seemed to thin the same way about most matters.

Jordan had also become more passive. After he got to really know Kaylee, and got past his initial shyness, he grew more and more assertive. But now, that was backing down. If she told him that the living room needed to be vacuumed, and she asked him to do it, he was a *lot* more likely to accept her request, and do it than he had been early on in their marriage.

Everything was going wonderfully, and they were both extremely happy.

* * *

 

It was now eight months into their marriage, and everything was progressing exactly as Cheryl had predicted. But now came a very difficult part for Kaylee. If she was to go through with this phase, it would be hard on her, and hard on poor Jordan. But Cheryl kept reminding her about how things would turn out if she didn't do this, and how good it would be once she assumed control over him.

"Men have a deep fear of the feminine" she advised. "That is what we will use against him. All straight men are extremely revolted by the thought of being with another man, and some get quite violent when they even see a man they think is gay. That is every man's deepest inner fear, and we will use it against him This will be hard, but it is crucial. If you do this right, you'll end up with the husband of your dreams. Of every woman's dreams."

 

And so Kaylee increased the dosage of estrogen that Jordan was taking, and introduced a testosterone blocker. The effects would be dramatic, but reversible if she stopped his intake before too long. He happily popped the pills, which had their feminizing effect on him, thinking that they were vitamins.

 

"Ow, that hurts" said Jordan, as he and Kaylee made love. She had grabbed his budding nipples, and twisted them. As of late, his little boobs had been increasing visibly in size. She knew they would be tender and sore, like hers had been at his stage of breast development. She touched them a lot during sex to stimulate them, but also to get them even more sore and raw.

In fact, one day Jordan complained to her that she had been too hard on his nipples, and that they hurt when his shirt rubbed against them.

"I'm so sorry honey, let me kiss them and make them better."

Jordan laughed.

"I'm afraid that would hurt too" he said. "They're just driving me crazy!"

"I have an idea. I know you won't like this, but I'm sure it would help. Wait, no, you'd never do it."

"What?" he said.

"No, I'm sorry I said it."

"Kaylee, just tell me."

"I had a crazy idea to help you. I thought it would help you, if we had something soft against your nipples, and to keep them from rubbing against your shirt."

"What, tape something on them? Like gauze?"

"That would be too harsh. No, I was actually thinking of this."

She help up a bra of hers, which was light purple in color, made of a light silky smooth fabric. She made him run his hand across it.

"I don't know" he said.

Now came the hard part. He was resistant to wearing something feminine. His inner male fear had risen up. Kaylee had to break through that right now. She took a deep breath. She had never done anything like she was about to attempt. She had never been forceful and controlling before. But she *had* to do this.

"Jordan" she said sternly and firmly, "put the bra on. Now."

He looked up at her uncertain, with a fear in his eye. Most men would have run away, or gotten angry. But with the effects of the female hormones on him, he was so passive now. His testosterone levels were minuscule, thanks to the blocker. He had lost most of his inner aggression.

"This is for your own comfort. Put it on, *now*."

Kaylee was surprised and delighted, as Jordan took the bra from her, and put it on. Then he put his shirt over the top.

"See honey, you can't even tell that you're wearing it. It has such a nice soft fabric, it is really gentle on you. I like to wear that bra when my nipples get sensitive when I'm having my period. I think it will really help you. What do you think?"

"It feels weird" he said, "but it is comfortable. I don't feel the shirt rubbing on them, so I think you're right. But I don't know honey, what if someone sees me wearing a bra?"

"Oh don't be silly. Who is going to look under your shirt? Plus, you wear a suit at work, so you've got a jacket too. Nobody will notice, except you. You'll be more comfortable, and it will do you good."

"Okay" he said. "I'll give it a try."

 

Perfect. Everything was going according to plan. Kaylee had defeated Jordan's inner male. The first step was always the hardest. From here on out, it would get a lot easier.

* * *

 

Kaylee got Jordan to start wearing a bra every day. He didn't complain. In fact, he was grateful that she was so kind to help him out like that. Within a week, he put it on without thinking, and it didn't even bother him. But as he kept taking the increased dosage of hormones, along with the testosterone blocker, another inevitable side effect started to show up: he had trouble performing in bed.

One night, he couldn't "get it up". Kaylee got him to go down on her, so at least *she* got pleasure from it. Afterward the snuggled, but she felt the salt tears on his face. He had failed as a man in bed, and that made him cry! The hormones were overwhelming his systems.

 

Now when a woman has a problem, she takes action (most of the time at least!). She would go to a doctor right away, and find out what is wrong. Jordan could have gone out the next day, and gotten a prescription for Viagra or some other medicine. But even though his mind was starting to think like a woman's, there was a lot of male left in him. That was what she was counting on. She needed to act fast, while she could still take him off the hormones, before he became too feminized inside. She still wanted him as a man. But as a man she could fully control.

 

After a couple of days of failure in bed, it was time. She switched him to a new brand of vitamins, and these were real ones. No more female hormones. She knew that in as little as a week, he would start to regain his ability to function as a male. The time to act was now.

She waited a few days until his testosterone levels would have started to build up again. Now was the time to strike. She had planned everything down to the last detail with Cheryl. She had rehearsed things with her, over and over again. On Friday night, the next phase of the plan was put into action.

 

Predictably, Jordan failed in bed that night, yet again. She had gotten him drunk, just in case he was starting to function again. The alcohol would make it harder for him to get fully aroused. And so, once again, he was crying because he was such a failure as a man.

The next day was Saturday. In the afternoon, Kaylee gave Jordan his vitamins, including a new pill: one similar to Viagra, which would help ensure he would get hard this time. After they ate, she asked him to come upstairs with her. He entered the bedroom, and noticed that there was a pretty outfit all laid out on the bed.

"Are we going out somewhere?" he asked.

"No. We are staying home" said Kaylee coldly. "We need to talk."

"About me in bed?" he asked, knowing that his lack of ability to make love was a problem for her.

"Exactly. You don't want me anymore. You don't love me anymore. You think I'm ugly."

"No! That's not true! I love you more than anything Kaylee! Please, believe me."

"I'd like to, but look at you. You're a 38 year old man, and you don't even get aroused by my body anymore. We don't make love. I don't feel like you even feel attracted to me."

Jordan started to cry. The estrogen made him so much more emotional.

"You used to be my lover. Now, we're just friends. I don't even think of you as a man anymore. In fact, we talk more like you're my *girlfriend*. You act just like a woman, you know. You cry. You're emotional. I think that you'd rather be a woman, than to be with me."

"No! It's not true!" he sobbed.

"Take your shirt off!" she ordered. "And your pants too!"

He did as she asked, not wanting to make her even madder than she was. He could see that she was really steamed, and he wanted to smooth things out between them.

"I see you there, in your bra, and all I see is a woman. You're nothing but a woman to me now Jordan. In fact, I'm going start calling you 'Brianna'. I was going to name our daughter that, but since we're never going to make love again, I guess that *you* will have to be Brianna. Now get dressed in your woman clothes. You're a woman now, and you need to wear the right clothes for your gender."

"I'm not a crossdresser!" said Jordan, looking at the outfit on the bed she pointed to.

"You wear a bra every day for weeks, and you tell me you're not a crossdresser? Now get this straight Brianna. You are a *woman* now to me. If you put on man-clothes, you will be crossdressing! The only way for you to wear something *normal*, is to put on your outfit on the bed. Now do it!!!!"

She was so forceful, with such anger as she said it, that Jordan sheepishly walked over to the clothes she had laid out, and started putting them on. There was a pair of white lace panties, and a matching bra. Then a white lace garter belt to hold up dark silk stockings. Jordan was about to put on the frilly pretty white blouse with the lace trim, when Kaylee walked up to him.

"You're a girl now, so you should have boobs" she said, stuffing the cups of his bra full with old pairs of nylons from her dresser drawer. "There, now you look move like the woman you are."

Jordan was still sniffling and crying, as he put on the white blouse. He felt ashamed an humiliated. Next, he put on the long navy blue skirt, and zipped it up in the back. He stared at himself in the mirror, feeling so strange. He had never dressed up as a woman before, and the new sensations he felt from all over made him shiver inside.

Kaylee pulled out her digital camera, and took several pictures of him. And then, she told him to sit down at her vanity. She put makeup on his face, and painted his nails. While they dried, she put jewelry on him, and sprayed him with perfume. Then she took some more pictures.

Next, she told him to put on a pair of high heeled shoes she had bought for him, in just his size. He teetered in the heels, while she prepared the next thing: his wig. She had purchased a wig, with wavy red hair. She put it on him, and fastened it in place.

"There. Now you are done. Now you are complete. Now you are Brianna."

 

Jordan stared at himself in the mirror, as Kaylee snapped more digital pictures.

"You are a woman now. Your name is Brianna. You are a woman, and you are *mine*. Now tell me who you are!"

"I...I am Brianna" he whispered.

"You are mine now Brianna, and you are in my control. You will do whatever I tell you, or else I will share your secret with everyone, that you are really a girl. You might go out of the house dressed as a man, but from now on, we both know that you are really a woman. Every minute of every day, you are in danger of having me reveal you to the world. You are in my power now. You are mine."

Next, she went to the hall closet, and returned with the vacuum.

"You are a woman now, and you should be doing woman's work. Vacuum the bedroom, woman!"

Jordan took the vacuum from her, plugged it in, and did as she asked. He was so overwhelmed with everything that all he could do was to obey her. Things were going perfect. But now came the last part, the one where Kaylee hoped she had done everything right. This would cement the deal forever, or make it all fall apart.

 

When Jordan was done vacuuming, Kaylee ordered him to walk up to her.

"Tell me you are a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" he whispered.

"Tell me you belong to me."

"I am yours. I belong to you."

"Tell me you like being Brianna, and you like being in my control."

"I like being Brianna. I like being controlled by you."

"Kiss me."

The request was startling. Kiss her? He moved closer to her, opened his mouth, and lightly kissed her.

"Again. Harder" she demanded.

He did as she asked, and she pulled him tightly towards her. She touched him all over, and the blood started flowing to his groin, as his heart rate increased, along with his arousal. Between the hormones having been cut off, and the viagra-like pill he had taken with lunch, for the first time in quite a while, he started to get hard.

"My, my. What have we here?" said Kaylee, putting her hand down between his legs and grabbing him. "I see that someone is happy. You can't get it up when you look at me as a woman, but when I turn *you* into a woman, you get aroused. When you are in control, you stay soft. But when you let *me* control you, you get hard. You see my love, you wanted to be a woman all along. You wanted for me to control you. Am I right?"

"I never felt like this before" he said. "But I can't argue with you. Please, let me make love to you. I need you so much!"

"I will, under one condition' said Kaylee.

"What's that?" asked Jordan.

"We will make love, but *you* are a woman. You will keep telling me that you are a woman, and that you are *mine*."

"Okay" said Jordan. "I'll do whatever you want."

"Lay on the bed, pull up your skirt, and spread your legs wide apart, Brianna" said Kaylee.

He complied, and she pulled his panties off, but kept him dressed up the rest of the way.

"I'm a woman" he said, as she gave him a little head, to get warmed up. When she was done, she took off her jeans and her panties.

"My what lovely full breasts you have" she said. "You are such a beautiful woman."

"I am a woman" said Jordan.

"And I can't wait to feel inside you soft warm pussy. It turns me on so much that you have a vagina. I just love how feminine and soft you are. Do you want to feel me up inside your pussy?"

"Yes" gasped Jordan. "I want to feel you inside me."

Kaylee smiled, and mounted him, as he lay squirming below her. With the help of the drug, he was as hard as a rock. And he had a lot of pent up desire. They made love twice that afternoon, with her making him say that he was completely hers, and that he was a woman.

 

"You see, you give yourself up to me completely, you admit that you are a woman, and then you are able to perform. This is a permanent change in our relationship. This is not a game. You are mine now. And only by truly giving yourself to me, will you ever be able to perform as a man again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes" said Jordan, still reeling from the wonderful sessions of lovemaking.

"When you are in public, you are Jordan. But when you are at home, you are mine. And you are really a woman. Whether you're dressed as one or not, we both know you're *female* inside."

"I understand" he said.

"Good. I love you Brianna. You are mine now, my woman."

They hugged, and exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

 

Once he was off of the hormones, Jordan quickly regained his normal bodily functions. He was able to make love every single night, but he thought it was because he had given himself fully to Kaylee. And so each time they made love, he was more and move convinced that it was because he was hers, in every way.

As the testosterone flowed in his system again, with no estrogen to keep things going, his little breasts actually shrunk back a bit in size, although his nipple remained larger than it had been before. But now he no longer needed to wear a bra. although he preferred to still have one on, since it pleased Kaylee, and acted as a sign to her that he was really hers.

Kaylee was very happy with that arrangement. She knew that he would never have an affair on her. What woman would go for a man who has a bra on, and little AAA boobs underneath it? That plus the fact that she had photos of him which would be such an embarrassment if they were ever made public. He had no choice now, but to do what she said.

And while the effects of the hormones on his body backed off, the rewiring of his brain was permanent. So he still continued to think more like a woman, and he continued to cry with Kaylee at sad movies. That was all right, because they both felt closer to each other.

On occasion, she would make him dress up as a woman. By now, as soon as he got a skirt on or panties, he would get hard right away. Or when she asserted her control over him, that would always get him aroused. He was eager to please her, and the more she dominated him at home, the more he liked it. He even suggested that she get a leather outfit, and order him around. This meant that Kaylee could get him to do whatever she wanted in bed, the way she wanted, and as often as she wanted.

And it meant that Jordan would help with the housework, or do whatever she asked of him, without arguing. While her married friends were always having fights with their husbands, or getting upset at how they ignored their needs, that was not a problem for her. She had the perfect husband now. One who worshiped and adored her with all his heart. One who was kind, gentle, and loving. One who thought as she did. One who was obedient, and would follow any orders she gave. One in her complete and total control.

Kaylee could tell him "I'm going out with the girls", and he wouldn't mind. But he never went out with the guys, if they were going to a strip club or carousing. She wouldn't like that, and he didn't want to displease her. He was the perfect husband, in every way. Cheryl's plan had been perfect. And now Jordan was perfect too.

It had taken two failed marriages and a lot of heartache for Kaylee, but she had finally found the right man and the right relationship. Like the old saying goes, third time's a charm...

  

  

  

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