Trouble In Paradise

by Jennifer White

 

Bernie and Alice had been married for ten years now. They had dated for two years, and he swept her off her feet. It was a given that they would marry each other. They had a wonderful honeymoon in Europe, then bought a new house together.

After ten years, they were still in the same house, but they were childless. Alice wanted to have a baby, but Bernie was never ready for that, so she was still on birth control.

But over time, he stopped paying attention to her needs. He stopped doing all the little things he had done for her when he was trying to woo her. He took her for granted, and expected her to do certain things, like cook, clean, take care of the house, do the shopping, and all the other little things that we are expected to do while our man is at work. And now he was forgetting to leave the toilet seat down when he was done. It was like adding insult to injury.

But there were other little things too. He had stopped *listening* to her. He'd say "uh-huh" while she talked, but it was quite clear that the content of what she was saying was going in one ear, and out the other.

Like the other day. She told him about how her friend Janice was going to redecorate her living room, but the contractor who was supposed to come in and paint the living room used the wrong color, then insisted that she had picked out that color herself! The nerve of them.

Then later when she mentioned something about it to him, he had no clue about what she had talked about! Yet again, he wasn't listening. He was just pretending to. How frustrating that was for her! She got quiet, which he knew mean that she was upset. If she wasn't talking, she was angry about something.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"If you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you!" she replied. It was so obvious, but he didn't even care to think about what he was doing wrong.

"That doesn't make sense at all!" he said. "How am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you won't tell me?"

She folder her arms, and turned her back. Then she walked off, on the verge of tears. He was so insensitive! How could he do this to her? He didn't care about her at all.

* * *

 

Alice was reading one of her glossy magazines, when she came across a story that really opened her eyes. It was about a wife whose husband was, well, a lot like Bernie. The wife detailed how she fixed him, so that he never acted that way again.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She read it again a second time. Wow. It was a great idea. She decided that she needed to do that to Bernie, to straighten him out. She went shopping that afternoon, making preparations...

* * *

 

Alice arrived back from the doctor's offices. She had gone to three different doctors that she saw for various aliments. And from each, she was able extract a prescription for different birth control pills. She went three different pharmacies to fill the prescriptions. Just so that it wouldn't look suspicious.

When she got home, she opened up Bernie's bottles of vitamins, dumped them out, and put the birth control pills into the empty bottles. He took vitamins every day, religiously. But he would never notice the difference in the pills. He never noticed anything.

Like if she got a new haircut, he didn't even comment on it, which hurt her. Or when she went out and carefully selected new scarves for the window treatments, then installed them herself as a surprise, he didn't even say anything! He was so clueless sometimes. So he wouldn't notice a difference in pills.

Sure enough, he just gulped them down as he read the sports section of the paper and drank his coffee in the morning. And the next day, and the next. He was now putting large amounts of female hormones into his system, and it was just a matter of time before they started to take effect, and begin altering him.

Alice read in another of her women's magazines, how soy products are good for women, because they contain a natural substance that mimics the behavior of estrogen in the human body. So she replaced Bernie's vitamin B pills with a soy supplement for menopausal women. And she started buying soy milk creamer for his coffee. She told him it would be healthier for him.

"Hmmm huh" he said, not looking up from his newspaper.

Now this was another typical thing he did, which drove her crazy. Here she was telling him that she had done something to help make him healthier, and he wasn't even listening. He didn't even care. The score of the stupid football game last night was more important that her act of caring for him! She felt so insulted when he acted this way.

It only steeled her resolve to continue with her plan.

* * *

 

In the magazine article, it was easy to get from the inception of the plan, to the next phase. But in real life, Alice had to wait and wait. It was frustrating that it didn't go quicker, but she had to remind herself that it would be worth the wait, given the final goal.

She constantly looked for signs in his body that the hormones were kicking in and having an effect. It would have been really cool if one day he had woken up with boobs on his chest for example. But she had to remind herself that it had taken many years for her boobs to grow out, so why would it be any different for him?

 

But the estrogens were in fact absorbing into his body, saturating his cells with a new and different hormone than they had known before. Hormones tell cells to do certain things, and in this case, his cells were getting chemical instructions normally reserved for females.

Some cells, like those in his chest, would begin performing their female functions soon, and start growing into breasts. Chemical activity in the brain would also be altered. And the hormones in the birth control pills that were designed to make a woman's body think it was pregnant, would also effect him.

In fact, the first sign that it was working came when Bernie had a hard time fitting into a pair of pants he normally wore.

"I've been putting on a little weight" he said. "I don't understand it. I'm exercising like normal, but my thighs are getting fatter, and my waist has expanded."

"We had better go on a diet" said Alice. "I'll start cooking healthier for us."

'Heathier' meaning that she started including more soy in their diets, like tofu in the salad rather than chicken. He was starting to see the same effect that many women get, particularly when pregnant: it becomes hard to lose weight, and no matter what you do, you seem to put more and more on.

 

Weeks later, Bernie had a problem, but one that Alice had anticipated. They were in bed, and after his lame attempts to kiss her and get her excited, he wanted to get on top of her.

She laid back and spread her legs for him. But when he tried to put himself inside her, there was a problem. He wasn't hard enough to penetrate her.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"I..I don't know. I've gone soft."

"You don't love me anymore" she said, her face turning to a pout. "You don't think I'm pretty."

"No!" he said. "I love you Alice. But something's wrong with me."

"Well, we can try again tomorrow. Perhaps its stress from work."

Alice knew full well what the problem was. The female hormones were doing their work, and the delicate balance of *male* hormones needed to function sexually was getting thrown off.

 

The next night, it was more of the same. Bernie couldn't get himself hard enough to penetrate her.

"See? You think I'm ugly. You don't love me anymore" she said.

Bernie was silent.

Alice talked to him, telling him that he was getting older, and lots of men needed help.

"You should go see someone" she said.

Her face was serious, but inside she was smiling. Bernie, was like most men, who hated to admit that there was *anything* wrong with their bodies. They don't like going to see doctors, because it's a sign of weakness to them. And having his wife tell him to do it would almost guarantee that he won't go. If she was *telling* him to do it, his male pride would make him recoil against being controlled, and he would refuse to go.

But that was just what she wanted, for now.

* * *

 

A month later, things were no better. A couple of times they had been able to make love, but for the most part, Bernie hadn't been able to perform in bed. So now Alice really twisted his arm, and made him go to see a doctor with her.

He explained his problem to the doctor, while she held his hand. The doctor told Bernie that many men his age had a problem, and that there were way to help.

The doctor wrote a prescription for a medicine that was supposed to help men with erectile dysfunction. He was supposed to take one pill a day, and within a few weeks, he should be performing normally again.

 

"I have to go get my water pills" said Alice, who often retained water. "I'll get that filled for you."

"Thanks" said Bernie, thankful he wouldn't have to be seen in a pharmacy getting *those* pills. Then everyone would know about him.

 

Alice took in the prescription, as well as two of her own. One for her water pills, and another one she had got from a friend. Her friend was in her late forties, and had been on hormone replacement therapy. But because some recent studies had mixed results, her friend had stopped. It had been easy to talk her into giving the remaining refills to Alice, who was supposedly going to give them to a friend of hers who was suffering hot flashes.

Alice drove from the pharmacy to a gas station to fill up. She dumped out the bottle of pills from Bernie's prescription, into the trash. Then she put the estrogen pills in the bottle in their place. Pure, strong doses of the female sex hormone would soon be in Bernie's bloodstream, supplementing the hormones from the birth control pills.

* * *

 

Three weeks later, Bernie told Alice that he'd like to try again in bed that night. She made a big fuss over him, and treated him very special that day. She rubbed his shoulders for him, kissed him on the neck, and told him how much she loved him.

But in bed that night, he wasn't even able to get any sort of erection. The female hormones were dominating his blood chemistry now, and his body was unable to perform its male function.

Alice acted very hurt, telling him again that he must think that she's not attractive anymore. He of course denied it, but she kept at him.

"You don't understand what its like for me" she said.

"I want to understand" he replied.

"You do?"

"Yes. What can I do to prove it to you?"

Alice smiled. She had him now.

 

The next day, after work, Alice explained to Bernie that she had read an interesting article in a magazine of hers.

"It said that to understand your wife, you can do a role playing game."

"Okay, how does it work?"

"You'll be me, so you can understand what I go through. And I'll be you. We'll understand each other better, and we'll become closer. Doesn't that sound good?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Okay, lets try. What do we do?"

"First of all, if you're going to be me, you need to not feel like you."

"How do I do that?"

"The magazine said that we should dress up in each other's clothes. If you were wearing a skirt, you would *know* that for the game, you aren't you anymore."

"I don't know..." he said, reluctant to put on women's clothes.

"It won't hurt. Come on. Just do this and quit whining."

He caved in, and soon Alice was happily dressing him up. She made her husband put on a bra and panties. She stuffed the bra full, so the cups looked like they were supporting large boobs.

Then she made him put on pantyhose, a knee length skirt, and a white blouse with lacy trim. He thought she was done, but she was just getting started.

She put makeup on him, heavily covering his face. He now had on mascara, lipstick, blush, and a whole bunch of powders and pencil things he didn't even know the names of.

As Alice put the red nail polish on him, she hummed happily.

 

After she was done, she put on one of Bernie's suits and ties, which looked funny on her because it was too big. But she also looked sexy dressed up as a man. But Bernie didn't dare say anything.

In fact, he was afraid to speak at all. He felt so....so *passive* now that he was dressed up like her. He was almost paralyzed, not sure what to do.

"Okay, now the game begins" she said. "You act like me, and I'll act like you. Go ahead, you start."

"Um...hi honey" he said. "Do you notice anything?"

"No" she said, imitating him. One word answer, oblivious to everything.

"I worked all day for you!" he said melodramatically. "And you didn't even notice."

"After you cook me dinner and clean up," she said, "we'll go upstairs so I can make love to you."

"I never say that!" he responded, breaking character.

"No, but that's what you *mean*. Now get back into character. You're not supposed to comment until after we're done."

"Okay, sorry."

"I want you now" she said, pulling him down on the bed. Before she started him on hormones, he had sex on the mind all the time. Of course, he never took care of *her* needs in bed, just his own.

"Oh no" she said. "I can't get it up!"

"That's not fair!" he replied. "It's not my fault that I have a problem!"

"Quit you're whining" she said. "You sound just like a woman."

She looked at him for a moment, pretending to ponder something.

"Maybe that's it. Maybe you really are a woman. Maybe this is what you *want*. You manipulated me to make me do this to you. You *wanted* me to turn you into a woman all along."

"No!" he said, frightened that she would even think that.

"I'm sure of it" she said, nodding her head. "You want to be a woman, and you'll do anything to make me turn you into one."

"No, please stop this. I don't want to be a woman."

"But you're not a man" she said. "You haven't been for months. No, I think you're on your way to becoming *female*. I think you really like this. I think this is what you want to be."

"Please stop" he said, tears welling up in his eyes.

"See? Crying, just like a real woman."

He started sobbing.

"Don't worry honey. If that's what you want, I'll help you. I'll teach you all about being a girl, and help you become pretty. I never realized until now that you wanted to be female. But I love you, and I'm willing to support you, if that's what you want to do."

As with many men, Bernie wasn't good at talking when receiving accusations like that. He clammed up, and Alice smiled. She had him backed into a corner now, and he felt terrible. She knew that one effect of the hormones over the long term, was supposed to be that his sexual feeling would become ambivalent. He must be in turmoil inside now. She switched tactics now though, and started to be very nice to him.

She treated him tenderly and kindly, and had a nice talk with him over hot tea and cookies. She treated him like she would treat one of her girlfriends. And after a while, he calmed down, and enjoyed the attention he was receiving from her.

* * *

 

For the next few days, Alice mentioned nothing of Bernie's evening dressed up like a girl. For his part, he thought she had been teaching him a lesson, so he tried to act better. For example, he started to remember to leave the toilet seat down, like she preferred. Of course, he left hair all over it, which was yucky, so she had to wipe it off before she used it, which wasn't much better than before. But at least he was trying.

Yet on other fronts, he was as bad as ever. He just didn't get it. He still expected for her to do all the housework, while he was like a slob. Alice was upset. She wasn't his mother. Why should she have to clean up behind him like she was?

So while she had considered stopping the process...if he saw the error of is ways...it was clear that he had not, so she was left with no choice but to press on to the next phase.

* * *

 

It was Saturday, and Bernie knew that they had been invited to some kind of a party with some of Alice's friends. At 5:00, they went up to the bedroom to change into something nicer for the party, than the clothes they had worn all day while shopping and doing the usual weekend chores.

Bernie saw the outfit that was laid out on the bed. There was a pink skirt, a pale pink top, and a wool jacket with various neutral colors, as well as stripes of different shades of pink. On the floor were high heel shoes with an open toe.

"That's a very nice outfit" said Bernie, trying to be more sensitive and compliment her. He realized now that she took a lot of time putting together an outfit for when she went out.

"I'm glad you like it" said Alice, with a big smile on her face.

Bernie smiled too. He was glad that he was starting to get on her good side again after their recent difficulties.

"I'm glad you like it" she said again, "because it's not for me. It's for *you*."

 

"What?" said Bernie.

"You heard me. That's your outfit for tonight. Now look what else I got for you."

She opened a drawer in her dresser, and pulled out a sexy bra and panty set, then a box that contained two fake breasts. They were very realistic, and very large.

"You had better go shave your legs" she said. "You don't want them to see you with hair like that, do you?"

"I'm not going to let *anyone* see me in that outfit!" he protested.

"Yes you are" she replied authoritatively. "You are going to shave your legs right now, then come back here and dress up in this outfit that I spent hours putting together for you. No go!!!!"

He was shocked, and kind of stunned. She shooed him off, and before he knew it, he was in the tub, shaving his legs. His head was spinning. What was she doing to him? Why was she making him do this?

She must not mean to really make him go out. This was some kind of test. She had to be testing him, to see if he'd do what she asked. He decided that he had better listen to her. He hurried up to finish working on his legs with the shaver.

When Bernie got back to the bedroom, he saw that there was something else on the bed now: a wig. The hair on the wig was auburn, and it hung down at least two feet in the back. He looked up at Alice, who was holding out a pair of panties for him.

"Come on Renee, we don't want to be late, do we?"

"Renee?" he said.

"What's the matter Renee? Don't you feel well? Come on dear, you need to get dressed."

She was calling him Renee. A *girl's* name.

Bernie pulled on the white silky panties, sending shivers all over him. Alice put the bra on him, and put the fake breasts into the cups. Looking down at his bra, now it really looked like he had big breasts. They looked very real. If it wasn't for the hair on his chest, he would look exactly like a girl.

He put on a slip, the skirt, the blouse, and the jacket. The shoes were surprisingly big...just right for his feet. She had been shopping for him. She must have planned this out from quite a while ago.

Now she had him sit down in front of the vanity. She put his wig on first, then makeup like the other night. With the look of having long hair, he seemed a lot more feminine this time. A lot more like a real woman.

But she wasn't done yet. Now she put jewelry on him. Rings. Necklace. Bracelets. Anklet. Earrings with magnetic backings, so it looked like his ears were pierced. And she sprayed him with perfume. And not only did she do his nails, but she put on long "press on" nails, making it look like he had very long finely shaped nails on his fingers.

Alice led him by the hand to the mirror. He saw himself standing there. He someone that looked more like a woman than a man.

"No" he said.

"No what?" she replied.

"I can't go out in public like this!"

"Why not Renee?"

"People will see me! They'll think I'm weird."
"They'll think you're a woman. Because that's what you are now."
"No! I'm a man"
"Look at yourself in the mirror. I see nothing masculine there. You're a woman now, and you need to act like one all the time. You're never going back. From this day forward, you are a woman to me."

"No. Please stop this" he said.

"Stop what Renee? This is your life now, and I can't do anything about it. Now grab your purse. We're going out."

She hustled him out the door, down the hall, and into the garage. She opened the passenger door for him, and held it open like a guy would for a girl out on a date. Bernie sat in the passenger's seat, and now he did feel like a girl.

Alice got in the driver's side, pushed the button to open the garage door, and started driving. Bernie tried to sink as low as he could in the seat, hoping nobody he knew saw him. If they did, they wouldn't have thought it was him. They would have thought it was a woman.

* * *

 

After twenty minutes, they arrived at the condo where Alice's friend Linda lived. Bernie was all in a panic. Why was his wife making him go out of the house like this? The way she was talking to him on the drive, she was acting like he was one of her girlfriends, not her husband.

This troubling turn of events had him completely flustered. He could barely think. His mind was racing, trying to figure out why this was happening to him, and how he could get out of this mess.

But there was something else, the real reason for the panic. Wearing all this made him feel pretty. And some part of him inside, a part he had never known to exist before, actually *liked* it. A part of him *liked* being a pretty girl! And thus, the inner turmoil, the panic, and almost a complete loss for words.

He had no way to know that it was just the female hormones inside him, doing their job. His brain chemistry had been subtly altered now, and feminine thought patterns were just beginning to emerge. The hormones were turning on genes in his body to perform functions normally reserved for females.

He didn't know that his own body was already well on the path of becoming female. And he didn't know how it would pull him along as it changed, dragging him kicking and screaming into being a *her*.

He didn't know this. All he knew was that he was in deep trouble.

 

The car pulled up into Linda's condo complex. Bernie had been here before several times. He never really took to Linda, and he never understood what his wife saw in her. But they were friends, so he got dragged over here from time to time.

There weren't many free spaces so they had to park further away than normal. That meant a longer walk for Bernie in his high heels. He had to walk slowly, with small tight steps to stay balanced.

"Why do I have to go inside dressed like this?" he said.

"Oh Renee, you look very pretty tonight dressed like that. You'll do just fine."

Bernie didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.

"Now remember Renee, this is going to be a makeup party" said Alice.

"What's a makeup party?" he asked, as the started up the stairs to Linda's second floor condo.

"They get a bunch of girls together for a party. After the usual chatting, drinking and eating, a professional makeup artist comes in. She'll teach us about makeup theory, and give a couple of us makeovers."

"Makeup theory?" said Bernie.

"Yes, exactly. There will be fun prizes, games, and things like that. And then they'll try to sell you some of the makeup they've been showing. The hostess usually gets a kickback, like a percentage of the total sales in free products. Its fun. You'll love it."

They knocked on the door, then went in. Inside the room were half a dozen women, some of whom Bernie recognized as Alice's friends. He sat down shyly next to Alice, at the end of the couch where he'd be furthest away from any of them.

But more women kept arriving. There must have been two dozen of them. And they were all trying to act friendly and say hello to him. He felt so out of place. They must have known at once glance that he was really a man under his pretty clothes. But nobody made a big deal out of it.

They must all have realized that Alice really had him under her thumb, if she had been able to get him there in a dress. They must all think that he was weak and entirely under her control. Either that, or they thought he *wanted* to be like this. Either option was terrible, as far as he was concerned.

He tried to sit there and draw the minimum amount of attention to himself. But soon, Linda came around and started to hand out name tags to everyone.

"Fill in your name, and put it on" she said. Linda herself wrote the name 'Renee' on a tag in a pink pen, and pinned it onto Bernie's jacket. Then she handed him her pin.

"Renee, could you put this on me please?"

Now he had to handle her blouse, touching her high on her chest, and try not to stick her with the pin. He could smell her from here. The smell of her hairspray, the scent of her perfume, the odor from her makeup. His hand trembled as the put the pin in and closed it.

"Thank you Renee" she said, with a friendly smile on her face.

Now everyone saw the name tag, and would call him 'Renee'. His head was swimming. All these beautiful women (and some that weren't quite so beautiful) buzzing around him. They all introduced themselves, trying to be friendly. He had no choice but to talk to them. He had no choice but to act as 'Renee'.

How could he tell them that he was a man now? He was backed into a corner, and had to go along with whatever happened. He was stuck at the party, as a woman.

 

"Listen up girls!" said Linda. "It's time to get started! First of all, I'd like to introduce our makeup artist. This is Rebecca everybody."

"Hello girls" said Rebecca.

"Hello!" said all the girls together.

"Feels like we're in girl scouts" said someone. They all laughed and giggled at the joke. Bernie felt even odder now. He didn't want to feel like he was in girl scouts! Why did he have to be there? He felt an overwhelming urge to get away.

"We've got a lot of exciting products to talk about today. But first, we need someone to get their makeover. Denise, why don't you draw a name from the hat?"

Denise reached in with her long slender hand, and presented a slip of paper to Rebecca.

"Renee? Where's Renee?" she said.

Bernie blushed. They had picked *him* to get a makeover. No! That was the worst thing that could possibly happen! How could he slip away now? He'd be the center of attention. And as if it wasn't bad enough looking like he did, he was about to get even more makeup applied, by a professional makeup artist. She was going to make him look pretty.

The girls all clapped as he moved to the center of the room and sat down. Rebecca used a makeup remover to clean off his face, then stared at him for a while.

"As you can see girls, we have several challenges here. But I'll show you how you can fix flaws like these. We're going to need to apply several colors, and blend them if we're going to get optimal results. You can see that she has weak cheekbones, so we will need to highlight them to bring them out."

There was a lot of mumbling in agreement.

"Her best feature" said Rebecca, "is her pretty eyes. We will want to play up on that, and draw as much attention to her eyes as possible."

Bernie didn't like being called 'she' and 'her'. And calling his eyes 'pretty' made him feel even worse. As Alice had transformed him, he had felt himself get more and more passive. Now with all this, it got even worse. He felt unable to act in any way. He just sat there and let them do this to him. He let them call him 'her', and he couldn't find it in himself to even raise a finger to stop it.

"Lets start with the foundation" said Rebecca. "In most cases, you want to go light on foundation, so the natural beauty of the face can shine through. But if your skin is uneven or rougher like Renee's, then you might need to be heavier."

She applied the foundation to Bernie's face. He smelled the strange foreign smell from it. He could feel it drying on him. He felt so intimidated. He was really scared. It was all a blur for him now, as Rebecca made him look more and more feminine.

"And now for the eyes. First I'll trim them down, although I'd really like to see them get plucked. Now notice how I'm putting on the mascara much heavier towards the outside of her eyes. And the same with the pencil here and here."
He could barely sit there anymore. He felt like she was turning him into a woman, more and more, with every dab, every brush stroke, every puff of powder.

"And finally the lips. I'm using a shimmey pink lipgloss for this, which will make her pouty lips look luscious and kissable."

 

"There, she's done!" announced Rebecca. Bernie stood up, and everyone clapped.

"You're so pretty Renee!" said one woman.

"Just look at you honey. She really brought out your inner beauty."

"You're so sexy and feminine" said Alice. "I like that."

Bernie looked in the mirror, and just stared at his pretty face. He looked pretty! He *felt* pretty. And as before, with all the new female hormones flooding his system, a part of it actually *liked* being like this. He felt so confused! He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. He wanted to run away. But he felt unable to act at all. He just sat down as Rebecca moved on to the next girl who had won a makeover too.

 

Bernie watched, and learned a lot about makeup. Rebecca showed how you blend colors together, and what colors suited each of the best based on their skin tone. There was a time for questions and answers, as well as introductions to new products.

When it was done, they gave out more prizes. As luck would have it, Bernie won a makeup bag with a free gift set. Everyone said 'ooh' and 'ah' as he dug through it.

Then Rebecca handed out the order forms, so they could select what products they wanted. Bernie certainly didn't want any more makeup! But Alice elbowed him.

"You should buy *something*, so the hostess gets her kickback. Look at all that you got free today! You need to buy something. I don't care what. Just do it."

"Um, I'll take some of the lipgloss" said Bernie.

"I'm so glad you did dear" said Rebecca. "It makes your lips so pretty."

 

They brought out food and drinks, and Bernie really needed a drink. He drank much faster than the real women, and soon he was on his third glass. That helped loosen him up, and for the first time since he arrived, he was able to relax.

All the women there seemed to want to talk to him. They were all so friendly and so nice. He had always thought of Alice's friends as stupid and shallow, but he was seeing them in a different light now. Now that he was one of them too.

But all of a sudden, he ran off to the bedroom, in tears. Alice chased after him, and had to coax him to open up the door.

"What's the matter dear?" she said.

"What did you do to me?" he replied.

"What do you mean?"

"You did something to me!" he protested.

"Don't cry dear. You'll ruin your makeup. What's the matter? What is this outburst all about?"

"You had to have done something to me. Something's wrong."

"What dear? Just tell me?"

"I was looking at Jeanette as we talked. She was being so nice to me. I glanced down, and saw her cleavage."

"Yes, Jeanette has big boobs, doesn't she?"

"She does. But that was the problem. I should have looked at them, and been aroused. I should have wanted to take her back here and make love to her. But do you know what I felt?"

"No honey, what?"

"I felt *jealous*. Jealous, because her boobs were bigger than mine. I felt like I was inadequate, because my breasts are so small compared to hers. I need to stuff my bra to even look like I have boobs. I felt so small. I wished I was like her."

"Aw, that's sweet."

"Yes, but how can I feel that? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you Renee. Those are normal feelings for a woman."

"But I'm not a woman!" said Bernie.

"Not yet. But you will be. You're well on your way, and there is no turning back now. You can see that these girls all accepted you today as one of them. They wouldn't have done that if you were a man still. No Renee, those days are over for good. You are becoming a woman, and you are much closer to womanhood than to manhood anymore."

"But how can that be?"

"Oh Renee, don't be silly. You've been taking so many female hormones that you're acting like a little teenage girl. You're not a girl, you're a *woman*, and you should act like it."

"Hormones?" he said weakly.

"Yes. Estrogen, birth control pills, and a few other things. Your system is saturated with them. Inside you are changing rapidly. Soon your boobs will start to really grow. Have they been itching or sore?"

"Well, yes actually."

"Good. That means that they're about to bud, then you'll start to develop. You're going to have real boobs Renee."

"Really?"

"Yes. I promise you."

Now it suddenly made sense. Hormones were effecting his brain, his body, all his functions. He was really turning into a woman from the inside, as his cells absorbed all the estrogens. He really was becoming a woman now.

The little part of him inside that had liked all that was done to him that day was *real*. And now, that part of him was free. It had grown stronger that day. And as *he* felt more passive and weak, *she* was able to become a larger and larger part of him.

He realized that very soon, he would fall away as *she* became dominant within him. He looked Alice in the eyes, and then at her soft warm body. He was going to become like her.

In that moment of understanding, it happened. The female part inside of him reached the balance point, and overtook the male. *She* was stronger now, and *he* was starting to gently fade out. It might take months or even years, but bit by bit, he would fade. Inside, *she* was Renee now.

Renee stood up, and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" said Alice.

"Back to the party! I wanted to ask Janice where she got that dress from. Its really pretty, and I think it would look good on me. I'll see you out there!"

Alice smiled. Her work was done. She had taken her husband, and helped him to become a woman. He would be very happy now. And she would have a partner who cared about her, and treated her as she deserved to be treated. An equal. A peer. A woman.

  

  

  

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