Two Sides To Every Story
by Jennifer White
When I married Sophie, I knew she came with baggage. Namely: her sixteen year old daughter Angelina. I understood that Sophie why had custody of her, after hearing how poorly her first husband had treated them both, before and after the divorce. I really did love Sophie, and I knew they were a package deal, so I had to tolerate a 15 year old girl in my house, who wasn't my own child.
The three of us moved into a new house in the suburbs together. I was planning on renting out my condo I had been in, so that I'd have some extra money coming in. The economy was slow though, and it was sitting vacant still. But I had other things to concentrate on right now, like my new family.
As with any new relationship, there were things we had to sort out. Who gets what space in the closet? Who gets which side of the bed? Who gets to park in the garage, and who has to park on the driveway? Who's dishes to we keep (mostly hers!), which appliances, and so on. There is a lot of work when you first get married, to merge the households together!
But all along, Angelina was giving me the cold shoulder. She never seemed to like me, and often said nasty things. Her mother would scold her, but she never stopped doing it.
"I'm sorry" said Sophie. "After how her father treated us, she just doesn't like men. She thinks all men are jerks, just like her dad."
"I'm not like that" I said.
"I know" replied Sophie, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "That is why I married you. She'll come around in time."
* * *
when mom decided to fall in love with that dorky guy, i was like so upset! i mean, how could she do that to me? after all the times i heard her say how bad men were, here she was, marrying one! i never liked him right from the start. so i decided to keep my distance, and try to talk to him as little as possible.
it was horrible having to live in a house with a man! i hated it. how could mom do this to me? he was nothing but trouble. he was going to do something to hurt her, and we'd have to go through another divorce. did he realize how devastating it had been for her emotionally the last time? i couldn't bear to see her get hurt like that again. but there was nothing i could do about it.
for now.
* * *
After three months of getting the cold shoulder from Angelina, I decided to take action. I took her out to dinner, after having taken her shopping, and letting her buy a couple of new outfits (wow, did they overcharge girls for their clothes! I never realized!).
"Just because you're acting nice to me today doesn't mean that you're a good person" she said.
"Angelina! Have I ever been anything but nice to you or your mother?"
"Dad was nice at first too. Then we saw the real person he was. You're the same. You're a man."
"Look" I said defensively. "I'm not your father. I'm not like him. From what you and your mother have told me about him, I don't like him either! Not every man is bad, in the same way not every woman is good. You've met some women in your life who weren't good people, haven't you?"
"I guess" she said, looking away.
"Well, there you have it. So how do you know I'm not a nice man?"
"I have a feeling" she said.
I had learned by this point in my life not to argue with a woman who has "a feeling" about something!
"Okay" I said. "I know this is hard on you. Listen. I know it will take time for you to be able to trust me. I just want to ask one thing of you. You think I'm this terrible person, waiting to hurt you and your mother...."
She nodded!
"...But I don't think I'm like that. And it hurts me for you to always treat me like you do. I just want for us to be a family. But even if you don't want that, you still live with us. You'll be with us, until you're old enough to move out on your own, which won't be for years. So you're stuck with me."
She started down at the floor, clearly not thrilled at the prospect.
"Angelina, lets make a deal. All I ask of you is to give me a chance. Don't treat me like a rat, if I haven't been one to you or your mother. I love her very much, and I'm going to be with her. You're going to have to learn to accept that. So as long as we're in the same household, can't you please just give me a chance?"
Angelina sat in silence for a while, and I thought I had completely failed. But then she looked up at me.
"Okay" she said. "I'll give you a chance. You have been nice to me so far, and my mom. I can't completely trust you though, because I know how men are. But I'll promise to be nice to you, unless you screw up."
"Thank you!" I said, feeling very relieved that this ordeal was over!
* * *
i don't know why i decided to relent, and give him a chance. maybe it was because he actually talked to me like a person this time, instead of treating me like a child, as most adults did. i mean, i'm not an evil person or anything. i just knew that he was no good for my mom. i would wait and bide my time. he'd slip up, and i'd be there to catch him. then once i told mom, i'd be rid of him for good, and we could go back to it just being us together.
* * *
Our shaky truce seemed to be holding. While Angelina wasn't exactly friendly to me all the time, she wasn't giving me the cold shoulder either. Sophie was very pleased that she seemed to be accepting me. And if my wife was happy, then I was happy!
Our relationship was doing great, other than the fact that she seemed a little possessive of me sometimes. I wrote that off to they way her ex-husband had treated her. Plus, as newlyweds, we loved to spend all of our time together. I couldn't have been happier.
* * *
he was so clueless. he thought i liked him now! men. they don't have emotions, do they? they don't feel inside. and because of that, they don't know how to read women. what a dork he was.
* * *
About three months later, Sophie was going shopping for shoes, and she told me that Angelina was going with her. I was in my den, surfing the net on my computer. Once the car drove away, I was alone. Finally! I was starting to feel a little smothered, always being with the girls! But not this afternoon. I had the whole house to myself.
I went to my favorite web site, for the first time in a month. A very special web site. One where I paid a monthly fee, in order to get unlimited downloads. As you can guess, they were downloads of pretty girls taking their clothes off. Now some people called this nasty names like 'porn', but I thought of it as appreciating the beauty of the female form. I wasn't cheating on my wife; I was just admiring feminine beauty. What harm was there in that?
After about twenty minutes, I was really excited as I looked at the latest set of fresh pictures of my favorite model. But then I had a funny feeling, where the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I heard a click, and I turned around to see Angelina standing there, a camera in hand, her face in a scowl.
"How long have you been here?" I asked,
"Ten minutes" she replied. "I see what you've been up to. I knew it."
"Now Angelina, this isn't anything! Its just pictures."
"You don't love my mom. You lied to me. You are a bad person."
"No I'm not!" I said. "This is just harmless fun."
"You can tell that to mom, after I let her know what you do when you're alone."
"Angelina! Please don't do that! You know how fragile your mom is sometimes. Yes, I do this in private, and I don't want her to find out. But that doesn't mean I don't love her! Please just delete that picture from your camera, and lets forget this ever happened."
"No. I'm telling mom when she gets back."
"Angelina, Please! You don't want your mom upset do you?"
"Yes I do. Then she'll leave you, and we can go back on our own. We were happy like that, until you ruined it."
There was no arguing with this girl! It was frustrating! And she had me over a barrel. I had one last option.
"Okay" I said. "What will it take from me, for you to not tell her? Money? Clothes? A flat-screen TV for your room? What do you want?"
Angelina stood there with her arms folded. She was very clearly angry, her dark eyes smoldering as she glared at me. But then the corner of her lips start to turn up slightly, and her mouth formed into a wicked smile.
"You are mine now" she said. "I own you. You're going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. If at any time you fail to obey me, mom will find out what you've been up to. She's so possessive. You'll be toast."
I knew she was right. She had me where she wanted me. All I could do was agree to her terms. She ran upstairs to her room, and returned a few moments later, as I frantically delete files from my hard drive.
"We're going shopping. Now" she said.
"What was upstairs?" I asked.
"Oh, I uploaded the pictures of you, so that even if you tear up my room, you can't delete them. They're on a friend's machine now. You can't get rid of the evidence. Now take me to the mall!"
We drove in silence. Angelina turned on the radio, to a hip-hop station, knowing that I hated that kind of 'music'. But she was in charge now. I couldn't tell her 'no'.
At the mall, she made a beeline for the jewelry store. She quickly picked out a fancy diamond necklace, with matching earrings, and told me that I was going to buy it. That cost of a lot of money! Good thing I had a low-interest credit card.
I thought we were done, but I was wrong. Now she took me to Victoria's Secret, a fancy lingerie store in the mall. She bought a set of sexy lingerie, along with stockings and a garter belt. It was disturbing to think of her in something so adult and so silky and sexy. I didn't want to be turned on by her! She also picked out some bras and panties, then took the whole mess up to the counter, where I had to get out the credit card again. Ouch!
Our next stop was a shoe store, where she bought a couple of pairs without trying them on, after asking the salesman go to get them for her. I knew that women's shoe sizes were different than men's, but it seemed like the size she asked for was a very large number. I had no clue how these things worked.
Lastly, I had to take her out to a fancy place for lunch, again putting a strain on my credit card. I would really need to get my condo rented out, if I was to pay off this shopping spree!
* * *
i finally had him! he thought i was going out with mom, but i stayed up in my room. i took out my camera, and snuck down the stairs. you see, i had been surfing the web, and decided to clean up some of the cookies that all those web sites left on your hard drive. i found some from web sites i had never seen before, so i did some quick surfing to find out what they were. turns out, they were places with girlie pictures! he was downloading porn on our computer, when he thought nobody was around!
so i set the trap. i snuck downstairs with my digital camera in hand. he didn't even notice me, as he looked at the pictures of nude women. i got into position, aimed the camera, and click! i had him.
he was like so apologetic, like it was no big deal! what a jerk. i knew that if i told mom, she'd go ballistic on him. but i also realized that she'd be mad, but this wasn't enough for her to leave him. her anger would pass, and she'd give him another chance. she did love him, for some unknown reason!
so i needed to use this as an opportunity to set him up. i was just laying the groundwork for what would come next. after i uploaded the pictures to my friend carla, i made him take me shopping. in the movies, men having affairs always bought their girlfriends jewelry. so i made him buy me a pretty diamond necklace and earrings. not that i could wear them to school! but maybe to the prom, when i graduated.
men in the movies also bought their girlfriends lingerie, so that was our next stop. but i didn't buy things in my size. they weren't for me. he didn't know yet what i had planned. nor did he realize why i bought high heel shoes at the next store.
we had lunch together, then went home before mom returned. he thought he was being so secretive and sly. i would make sure that somehow mom would get a look at his credit card statement. she'd see where he had been shopping, and how much he was spending. when she didn't receive any of those things for her birthday, she'd know that he was buying for someone else. then i'd have him.
* * *
That night at dinner, I was so scared that Angelina would blab on me to her mom. But she was true to her word, and kept quiet. I had bought her off with all the things I had bought. I was so relieved!
The next day, Angelina wanted to talk to me when Sophie was out back, planting some flowers.
"Listen" she said. "First of all, now that you've been caught, you might as well keep doing your downloads. It can't get any worse for you! I won't tell, as long as you keep doing what I say."
"Angelina," I replied, "I thought we were all square now."
"Nope" she said. "You're still mine."
"Look honey, I can't afford to drop that kind of money all the time."
"I know" she said. "What you're going to do next won't cost you anything but your time."
"And what is that?" I asked.
"On Saturday, mom is going to a shower with her girlfriends. You're going to spend the day with me."
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"You still have your condo. You'll take me there, and I'll explain."
I stared at her. What was she up to? I was almost afraid to find out.
* * *
he was such a little baby. he whined that he couldn't afford to buy me more things. oh well, those purchases had served their purpose. when the bill came at the end of the month, i'd have some great 'evidence' against him. and of course he crumbled right away, and gave in to my demand to go to his condo. he would regret ever meeting me when i was done with him! i knew what men valued most. and he was about to lose it.
* * *
On Saturday, just as schedule, Sophie left for her shower. She had to drive a couple of hours to get there, then they girls would be having fun all day, followed by dinner. I didn't expect her back until late. I gave her a kiss good-bye, and I suddenly had a feeling that I didn't want her to leave me.
I guess I was nervous about Angelina. What was she going to demand from me now? She had me, and she knew it. But I could only do so much! I mean, I wasn't made of money. And why would she want me to take her to my condo? What would we do there, which we couldn't do here? She wasn't going to try to make a move on me, was she? She had bought herself the sexy lingerie and things. I hoped that wasn't her plan, because there was no way that I would give in to her, even if she did have something to hold over me!
"Here, carry this" she said, handing me a suitcase.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"You'll find out soon enough, when we get there" she replied.
She wore a really cute outfit, with a pink skirt, and a little tight cami top. I grew more afraid that she was going to try and make a move on me. I started to practice my lines I'd tell her when she did that. We drove in silence, except for the awful hip-hop music, from the station she tuned in on my car radio.
* * *
he was like, totally freaking out as we drove to his condo. it was funny to see the look on his face. he was scared. a grown man, afraid of a little girl like me! hee, hee. he still didn't suspect what was coming. this was going to be like so fun.
* * *
When we arrived, Angelina ordered me to carry the suitcase inside. I still had some furniture here, so I was trying to rent it out as "semi-furnished". She told me to put the suitcase on the bed in the master bedroom, where I still had a whole set of furniture.
"Before I open it up" she said, "I have something to confess."
"What's that?" I asked, unsure.
"Well, you know how you bought me all that stuff?"
"Yes...." I said, expectantly.
"Well, that wasn't the first time that I did something to you, to try and get rid of you."
"I don't understand, Angelina" I said, after considering her statement for a few minutes.
"You see, I've got you all set up. Mom is going to kick you out of the house by the end of the week, unless you do what I want, and let me save you."
"Your mom is going to do no such thing" I replied. "That's ridiculous."
"Is it? Haven't you seen the suspicious look in her eye? Hasn't she not been putting out for you in bed?"
"Angelina, I'm not going to discuss our intimate affairs with you!"
She turned to me and smiled.
"Affairs. Funny you should pick that word."
"What's going on?" I asked, feeling an anger building up inside me.
"Mom thinks that you're seeing another woman" she shot right back.
"And why would she think that?" I replied, exasperated.
"Well, lets see" said Angelina. "First of all, every time you work late in the office, I've been spraying just a hint of perfume on your shirt. I used a scent I got from a girlfriend, so mom won't recognize it as mine. She'll think that you've been in close contact with some other woman, and picked up her scent."
"I didn't notice anything with my dirty clothes!" I said, feeling outraged.
"That's because you're a man" she replied.
I looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"And once mom started to think that you might be seeing someone else, I had my friend Janie call up a couple of times and ask for you, when I knew she was home, but you weren't. She would say 'Tell him that Trixie called, and I miss him', or something else provocative."
"No Angelina, why would you do that to me?" I said, stunned that she was so evil.
"And then there are other little clues I've left. A slight smudge of lipstick on your handkerchief for example. Little things that only a woman would have noticed. And by now, mom sure has."
"Angelina..." I said, but she cut me off.
"Yesterday, your credit card bill arrived. I put it in mom's purse. Sometime today, when she goes in there for her mascara or to fix her lipstick, she'll see a huge bill, with purchases from a jewelry store, a lingerie store, and a top designer shoe store. What conclusion do you think she'll draw, when she sees the bill, but no gifts?"
"She'll think that I bought them for another woman!" I said, angrily.
I was just in shock. Angelina had been planning something for months! She had done a lot of little things to set me up. Now my relationship with Sophie would be ruined! What could I do?
"Please, tell me" I said desperately. "What can I do to stop this?"
"You can do exactly what I tell you, with no complains. You will obey me without flinching, and you will give yourself to me fully."
"What do you want?" I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"Get on your knees" she said.
I did. I looked up at her. She seemed powerful now, and I felt so weak.
"I have decided, that I am going to turn you into a woman" she said, her face a wicked grin. "I'm going to make you soft, feminine, and pretty. I'm going to put you into panties and skirts. I'm going to make you become just like me, and just like my mom. I'm going to make you into a girl."
If I thought I was in shock before, now it was doubled. Me, a girl? What could she be thinking!
"Tell me that you want to be a girl" she said.
"I... I want... to be... a... girl" I said, my voice faltering.
"Very good" she replied. "Since you want to be a girl, I am going to help you. From now on, I will call you Anna, since you need a name fitting for a girl. Tell me who you are now, Anna."
"I am Anna" I stammered.
"Yes, you are. Now Anna, go take a shower. Here is a pink shaver. Remove all that nasty hair from your legs, your chest and your underarms. Girls don't go around all hairy and icky! When you're clean and hairless, report back to me, so I can begin dressing you up."
She reached into the suitcase, and handed me a pair of pink panties, and a pink bra. The ones I had bought at the lingerie store, from the looks of it. Frightened of what was happening to me, I headed into the bathroom, to begin removing all my body hair.
* * *
i had to keep a straight face as i handed 'anna' the razor and the undies. 'she' was like totally freaking out! i couldn't believe that a grown man could be afraid of female clothes. it was like they were going to bite him or something! i also really loved the feeling of power i had, making him do what i want. he sensed that he was completely in my control now, and it was clear that he didn't like it a bit.
well, he had better get used to it! there would be more to come! i got everything ready, for when he returned from the shower. he wouldn't know what hit him.
* * *
I came back to the bedroom where Angelina was waiting for me, with that self-satisfied look on her face. I have to admit, I felt a little scared. As I had shaved off all my body hair, I felt so weak and powerless. This little girl was controlling me! And there was nothing I could do about it now.
I had really fumbled with the stupid bra, trying to get it on. How did girls make it look so easy? Finally, I had to try it another way. I spun it around, so that they hook things were at my front. I attached them, then spun it around, so that the cups were in front. Then I pulled my arms under the straps. I felt really weird! It was so strange to have something wrapped around me there, and to have straps going over my shoulders. I could smell the soft aroma of the bra. Everything about it was alien and wrong.
I stood in front of Angelina, waiting to see what she wanted from me next.
"Good girl" she said. "Your legs look very smooth and pretty. And with all that nasty chest hair gone, your bra looks pretty too. But it is such a shame! You've got nothing to fill it up with. But don't worry Anna. I'm going to help you."
I didn't want her help! Not on this! I could only look on, as she handed me a pair of jiggling mounds that were shaped like a woman's breast. They even had big nipples on the front, poking up towards the ceiling. She walked up to me, and slipped them into my bra.
They felt cold at first, and I shivered. But also, when I looked down, it looked like I had big breasts filling out my bra! My chest was poking out in front of me! NO!
"See Anna?" she said. "I am turning you into a woman."
Now I felt even worse. I didn't even try to say 'no', as Angelina snapped a few pictures of me.
"Aw Anna, your nailpolish is all worn off" she said. "Have a seat, so I can fix it."
I sat on the bed, and she started by applying a bring pink polish to my fingernails. She warned me to keep still, so it could dry properly. As I did that, she started to paint my toenails too! I felt so humiliated and even weaker now, somehow.
Angelina put a second coat on my fingernails, and as I sat still, she attached a wig to my head. Now it looked like I had long blonde hair too. This kept getting worse and worse.
"Anna, you're so pretty" she said. "Such a pretty girl! Your boobs are so big and full! Your hair is so full and long! I can't wait to see how you look in your skirt! A girl like you should be wearing a skirt."
But first, she pulled out a pair of dark nylons, with a four inch band of stretch lace at the top. She had me pull them up my legs, and I shivered all over. Next, she told me to put on a garter belt, which I did. I attached the straps to the nylons, after she showed me how to do the first one. I recognized these things as some of the items I had bought at the lingerie store. A chill ran up and down my spine. She hadn't been shopping for herself; she had been shopping for me. In a way, I had just bought my own female clothes!
Now she had me put on a 'top', which was so small that I couldn't believe it. The thing had long arms made of a white lacy material. It covered my shoulders, it barely came down to the bottom of my bra, but the deep V in the front left my artificial cleavage exposed. Did she really expect me to wear this?
"Its nice and tight, so it shows off your boobs" she said. "Now lets get you into your skirt."
Miniskirt was more like it. It was made of black leather, with a zipper which I lined up in the front as I pulled it on. Angelina laughed at me, and told me it went on the side. A zipper on the side? I never did that before! The skirt was really tight, and it seemed really short too. It barely came down low enough to hide the straps of the garter belt.
If I sat in this thing, anyone looking would get a great view up my crotch, unless I carefully crossed my legs. I felt so helpless! I felt so weak! It did not feel good, to have Angelina turn me into a woman. I was so utterly devastated, that I again couldn't even find the energy to protest, as she snapped more pictures of me.
"Now come sit down in this chair, so I can do your makeup" she said.
I walked over to the chair, and sat down. I crossed my legs, to obscure the view up my skirt.
"Oh Anna, you're already a girl on the inside too! You know how to cross your legs like a lady. I'm very proud of you."
She started to put all sorts of powders on my face, along with pencils, brushes, lipstick, and one of those curved brushes women use to put that stuff on their eyes. I had a morbid curiosity; I wanted to see how I looked now, but I was terrified what the results would be.
Angelina hummed as she worked on me. She sprayed me with a very strong perfume, and then she started to jewelry on me. She clipped these long dangly things on my ears, so that it looked like I had them pierced. Then she put the diamond necklace one me. The one I had bought.
She had some rings that went on my fingers. On my left wrists, she put a lady's watch, with a tiny face. On my right wrist, she put a charm bracelet. Then she put an anklet on me. But she wasn't done yet: now she put high heel shoes onto my feet. The ones I had bought! They were like a sandal, with most of the foot exposed, held in place by some thin straps. I looked down, and I could see my painted toenails. The heels looked so intimidating!
I felt so weird. I felt like a woman. Here I was, with a bra stuffed full, a skirt, heels, makeup, jewelry, painted nails, and more. And I was being controlled by a young girl. I didn't feel like a man at all. What was she going to do to me now?
"Smile Anna" she said, as she snapped more pictures of me. "Now stand up, and try to keep your balance. Lets walk you over to the mirror, so you can see your new female self for the first time."
I stood up, and I teetered a bit in the heels. I had to take tiny steps to keep from falling over. How did girls manage to glide in these things? It seemed impossible!
I got to the mirror, and I gasped as I saw myself. Staring back at me from the mirror was the vision of a woman.
* * *
i loved playing dress-up with 'anna'. it reminded me of when i was younger, and i would play with barbie dolls. but this was a real live barbie! but one i could fully control. one i could make do whatever i wanted. i taunted 'her', telling her how pretty she was now, and that i had turned her into a woman.
doing the makeup was really fun. as a teen, my girlfriends and i used to practice playing beauty shop, putting all sorts of makeup on each other. i got in trouble with mom for using up so much of her stuff, until she relented and let me have my own makeup! so just like back then, i laid it on thick. he still had a man's face, so i needed to use way more makeup than i would have put on myself. i concentrated on the eyes, making them look sultry.
he looked so afraid as i sprayed him with perfume. but the best look might have been when i put the diamond necklace on him. when i was through, he didn't look half bad. he wouldn't make the cover of cosmo by any means, but he was done up well enough that he might very well pass for a woman, if the lighting was dark enough that is!
i took like tons of pictures with my digital camera. i'd be able to blackmail him for anything with these! i bet he'd just die if these got out! he was so beaten down that i could have made him do just about anything now. he wasn't even suspecting what i had in store for him next though! this was so fun!
* * *
"You've become a woman now" said Angelina. "I've turned you into a girl. Tell me that you're a girl now."
"I'm a girl now" I said. What did it matter? I didn't care anymore.
"Yes, you are a girl" she said. "Now listen carefully. I want you to repeat what I'm going to tell you. Are you listening?"
"Yes" I said.
"Good. When I give the signal, you're going to say the following: Angelina, thank you for turning me into a girl. I've always wanted to be a woman! This is the true me. On the inside, this is who I am."
She wanted me to say that?
"Okay, ready, go!" she said, as she aimed the camera at me.
"Angelina, thank you for turning me into a girl" I said. "I've always wanted to be a woman. This is the true me. On the inside, this is who I am."
"Very good!" she said, putting down the camera.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Video camera mode. You just made a movie."
Why would she want me to say that? I was confused, and of course, I was still very upset. My mind raced. How could I end this, and get that camera away from her? I was starting to think of an idea, when the doorbell rang, and my heart stopped.
"I'll get it!!!" said Angelina gleefully.
She raced off, and in a few moments returned with Sophie. I turned pale. If I could have fainted, I would have.
* * *
right on time. there was mom, just like i had asked. i had told her that her husband was a very sick person, and that i could show her, if she'd arrive at his old condo, at the appointed time. i quickly showed her the video of him thanking me for turning him into a girl, along with a couple of the other pictures.
i told her that he had been making me do this, and that he had told me that one day soon, he wanted to be a girl for real. i expected mom to be really upset, but i was a bit surprised at the look on her face. it was almost a look of happiness. not sure what was going on, i followed her back into the bedroom.
* * *
"Sophie, this isn't what it looks like" I said, my voice shaky and cracking as my wife looked me up and down in my outfit. She walked up close to me, and ran her hands along my fake breasts.
"Very realistic, Anna" she said. "You must have spent a lot on them."
Sophie turned to Angelina now, and her voice became much softer.
"You've done a fine job Angelina" she said.
"Mom?" replied the confused girl.
I was confused too. But I wasn't in any position to say anything!
"Please Sophie, let me change back into my clothes, and we can discuss this calmly."
"Those are your clothes, Anna" she said.
"Sophie, no!" I said defensively.
I looked at my wife, but she had this wicked grin on her face. Sort of like the one Angelina had, when I got into all this trouble in the first place. Can you imagine how it would feel, as a man, to be standing there, made up from head to toe as a woman, and to have your wife treat you like this? She called me Anna!
"From now on" she said, "you are going to be completely mine. With the pictures that Angelina has, I've got more than enough grounds for divorce. I'll take everything you own, and throw you out on the street. I'll send the pictures to your boss, your parents, and your friends. You'll be disgraced, with nowhere to go, nowhere to work, and nobody to support you. Either you agree right now to become completely mine, or I will ruin your life."
"I am yours" I said, truthfully.
"I'm glad you see it that way, Anna. I had felt like such a fool! The man had married was already going around having affairs on me. Don't think you're so smart. I saw the lipstick smudges on your handkerchiefs. I smelled perfume on your shirts. I saw the credit card statement for the lingerie you've been buying your girls."
"No Sophie, I didn't have an affair" I said defensively.
"Like I'm going to believe you now? The rules have change Anna. I'm not going to share you with another woman! In fact, I'm going to make sure that no other woman would ever have you again."
"How are you going to do that mom?" asked Angelina.
"I'm going to keep him as a woman" she said calmly. "He'll go to work pretending to be a man, but the rest of his time he will go around as a woman. That way, I'll never lose him, and he will be all mine, forever."
"He does make a good woman, doesn't he?" said Angelina.
"Yes honey, he does. Maybe I'll get him breast implants. Or should we start him on female hormones, so that he grows his own set of boobs?"
"That would be more fun, mom!" she replied.
"Then hormones it is! I'll get a prescription tomorrow, and Anna will begin her next stage of female development."
I hated it that they were talking about me like that, with me right here! But what could I say? What could I do? I was trapped! Sophie liked what Angelina had done to me, and now she wanted to go further! I was so scared. My life was crumbling around me. I didn't want to spend all of my days as a woman!
* * *
i couldn't believe mom! i thought she'd freak out, and toss the bum right out, and i'd be rid of him once and for all. i knew that mom was possessive. you should have seen her chase off some of my boyfriends, because she didn't want me to spend time with anyone else! at least once she got married, i had been able to have more of a social life, and start dating, without her interfering so much.
and now her possessiveness was spilling over to poor 'anna'. she wanted to have him all to herself! and how she had a way to do that. as long as he was dress up like a babe, what woman would want him? even if he found a lesbian woman, she'd be upset as soon as she found out he was really a guy. no, he was trapped now. no escape.
i played along with mom, to taunt him some more. then i came upon an even better idea.
* * *
"You now mom" said Angelina, "I think we should really teach him something about being a woman."
"What do you mean dear?" she asked, so sweetly and kindly.
"Well, at home, he never did much of what you'd call "woman's work". You know, washing the dishes, vacuuming, doing the laundry. I think we should make him our personal maid. We can go out and buy a cute little maid outfit, with a lacy apron and everything. Anna can cook and clean for us, and wait on us hand and foot at home."
"Why honey, what a marvelous idea!" cooed Sophie.
I was shaking in my shoes. I didn't want to be their maid servant! But now Sophie was all hot for the idea. My life was going from bad to worse.
"Its all settled then" said Sophie. "You will be Anna when you're at home, and you will be our maid. You'll wait on us hand and foot. In return, we will help you become more and more feminine. Between the hormones and the training we'll give you, you'll soon be indistinguishable from a natural born female."
I tried to speak, but words would not form in my mouth. Now Sophie seemed to powerful too, and I so weak. So weak.
"Come with us now. We're going home."
"Let me change!" I pleaded, not wanting to go outside like I was dressed.
"Those are your clothes now Anna. You're a woman now, and that is how women dress. At least, how some of the slutty ones dress! You're a naught girl. But you'll learn proper manners in time."
"Mom, can we stop by the mall, and get her ears pierced?" asked Angelina.
"What a wonderful idea!" said Sophie. "Get in the car Anna. We've got some shopping to do!"
I walked outside, feeling the wind under my skirt. I got in the car and rode to the mall with them. My life as I knew it was over. They were going to turn me into a girl. I was trapped now, and there was nothing I could do. Angelina had outsmarted me, and had set me up. I would never feel like a real man again.
* * *
as we rode to the mall, i was like so happy! i'd have a personal maid at home now, so i wouldn't have any more chores. more free time for me to hang out with the girls, go on dates, or hang out at the mall to pick up boys. mom would be happy, now that she'd have 'anna' all to herself, all the time.
a perfect happy ending!
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