The Voice

by Jennifer White

   

The very first time I heard her voice, I had thought it was a good thing. She helped me, gained my trust, and soon she was a part of my life. Only now did I realize what a fool I was. Only now I realized what I had gotten myself into. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that I had lost all control, and that it was too late for me....

* * *

I sat across the table from Andrea, and I smiled. I had been after her for months. Every guy at work was, but I had struck out. Up until now that is. I couldn't believe my luck. I was out on a date with the hottest chick in the whole office! She was laughing at my jokes. But she seemed a little distracted, and I was afraid that she was going to make an excuse to get out of there early. I couldn't let that happen! I wanted to get into her pants. I wanted her so bad!

That was when I heard *her* for the first time.

Now it might seem strange to you, for a guy to say that he heard a female voice inside of his head. But you have to understand, my full concentration was on Andrea, and how I could get her. So when I heard the female voice, I was of course freaked out. But what she had to say made so much sense. And it seemed worth trying what she had to say.

"Don't look at her boobs" said the voice. "Look into her eyes."

I moved my gaze up into Andrea's eyes, and I smiled.

"Quit talking about yourself. Get her taking about *her*. Ask her about her family." said the voice.

"Um, I noticed that picture of you and your mother on your desk. Where does she live?"

Andrea smiled, and started telling me about her mom. *Way* more than I wanted to know. But that wasn't the point; she was talking to me, and she seemed happy about it! I kept looking into her eyes, smiling, and listening. The female voice in my head gave me suggestions for guiding questions, to keep Andrea talking. And more Andrea talked, the more relaxed she became, and I got the sense that she wasn't looking to take off anymore.

In fact, when I offered her to go out for dinner, she accepted. The voice told me I should offer to pay for everything, so I did, and Andrea seemed impressed.

"Tell me something about yourself" said Andrea.

I paused to take a sip of my water, so I could get a suggestion from the voice. So far, everything she had told me to do had been pure gold. I listened to her suggestion, and repeated it almost word for word.

"I've reached the point in my life where I'm ready to settle down" I said, parroting the words from the voice. "I want to find the woman of my dreams, marry her, and stay with her forever. I love children. I want to have a family. But I have to find someone special. Someone who feels the way I do. Someone who isn't just looking for sex, but for true love."

I could see Andrea's eyes get misty. I kept on, saying the words that the voice recommended. And they were working so well.

"Take her hand" said the voice, so I did. "Ask her if she wants to go out dancing."

Now I *hated* going out dancing. I wanted to take Andrea back to my place (or hers... that would be hot!). I didn't want to *dance*. But I asked her, because so far the voice had been right about everything. Sure enough, Andrea wanted to go dancing. So I took her to the local dance club. I have to admit that it made me feel great, that every person in the club was looking at *me*, wondering how it was that I had brought the hottest chick in the place. And she wasn't looking at anyone else; she had her arms around my neck!

"I can feel you" said Andrea, as we slow-danced one song.

"You're turning me on" I said.

"Take me home now" she said. "I want you."

My heart skipped a beat. She wanted me? On our first date? I couldn't believe this was happening. I was so happy! Half an hour later, we were making out on her bed! And she was taking off her clothes! I wanted to spread her legs out, and get into her. But the voice started up again, telling me to go slow. The voice told me where to touch her, and how. I did as she suggested, and soon I had Andrea going crazy with lust and desire.

"Ooh, I want you so much baby. I have to feel you inside me" said Andrea. "fuck me now. fuck me hard."

How could I say no to an offer like that?

We made love, and it was the best ever, because I was with the hottest girl I knew. We went at it so hard that when we were through, we fell asleep together, side by side, naked, in her bed.

* * *

Soon, I was dating Andrea regularly. And having sex every time we met, except when we'd go out to lunch at work. I wanted to ask her to go down on me for a 'quickie', but The Voice told me not to, so I didn't. I was following all the advice that The Voice was giving me. I started to call it "The Voice", because I didn't know her name, and she wouldn't ever tell me. It was easier to call her "The Voice" than to say "the female voice inside my head". I didn't feel so bad about myself when I referred to her that way!

Anyway, The Voice told me I should upgrade my wardrobe, so I'd look better with a stunner like Andrea. So I bought some new outfits that were more in fashion. At her urging, I also went on a diet, so I could lose some weight. The funny thing about it was that before The Voice came to me, I didn't have a girlfriend. Now I had Andrea. Now I was looking and dressing better. And so, every girl in the office was all over me now! I could have had any of them. I was thrilled!

Every single thing that The Voice had recommended, had worked out very well for me. I trusted her completely. At first, if she told me to do something, I would think about it and hesitate. But now, I just followed her advice, almost without thinking. Why should I think about it? She was always right, and she always helped me.

I particularly loved it when I was in bed with Andrea. The Voice would always tell me exactly what to do, and it never failed to make Andrea go crazy. I'd make her come, again and again. I loved it when she was breathless after we were done, and she looked at me with so much love in her eyes.

* * *

One morning I woke up at Andrea's. She had left early, going out shopping, but she had left breakfast for me. After I ate, I went to take a shower, to get cleaned up before going home. I was humming as I let the hot water run all over me. I felt so happy. Happier than I had ever been in my entire life. As I washed my hair, I suddenly heard The Voice speak to me.

"Andrea would want you even more, if you had no body hair" she said.

No body hair? That seemed strange!

"Women prefer their men to be smooth" purred The Voice. "You should shave off all of your body hair."

The words echoed in my head. "Shave off all of your body hair. Shave off all of your body hair. Shave off all of your body hair...."

It just made so much sense to me. Andrea *would* prefer me if I was nice and smooth. I picked up her pink shaver, and I went to work on myself, beginning with my legs. I worked up to my chest, under my arms, and then the back of my neck. I itched all over, but The Voice told me I could use some of Andrea's creams to soothe my skin.

After drying off and applying the creams all over, I did feel better (even if they did make me smell like flowers).

"You should clean up the hair from the shower. Andrea would not like it if you left your mess for her."

A agreed. I cleaned off the whole shower. I got dressed, grabbed my wallet, and I was ready to go. But once again, The Voice decided to speak to me.

"You should clean the dishes for Andrea" it said. "She cooked for you. You should return the favor. She would like that."

Now why didn't I think of that in the first place? See? The Voice was really looking out for me. In fact, I did all of the dishes, mopped the floor, took out the trash, and wiped down the counters. Andrea would be even more impressed with me for sure. I was doing so well, thanks to The Voice.

* * *

It was getting close to Valentine's Day, the most romantic holiday of them all. I was shopping for some jewelry for Andrea at the mall, with The Voice giving me some guidance on what she would like. After I found just the right thing, and had it put into a fancy box (gift-wrapped of course), I turned to leave. But then The Voice spotted something.

"Look at that shirt" she said in my head. "You would look great in that. You should buy that shirt."

I was taken a little aback. The shirt was pink, of all colors. I couldn't wear a pink shirt! But I kept hearing the words over and over, echoing in my head. "Buy that shirt. Buy that shirt. Buy that shirt"

I found myself walking into the store, and taking one off the rack, just like it. As I drove home, I rationalized the fact that I could get away with wearing it on Valentine's day. And The Voice had never been wrong before; she had always given me great advice. I got home and took out my new shirt to hang it up, so it wouldn't get wrinkled.

But I was puzzled: there was something else in the bag. A pair of white pants. White pants? How did they get there? I couldn't remember buying them! The clerk must have made a mistake. I looked at the receipt to check, but sure enough, there was a charge for both the shirt and for the pants. I was confused. Why didn't I remember buying them?

"They go well with the pink shirt. You can wear them together on Valentine's Day" said the Voice, her words echoing over and over in my head. I nodded. She was right. They did go well together. I would wear them on Valentine's Day for Andrea.

But when the big day arrived, and I went to get dressed before picking up Andrea for our date, I had cold feet. I couldn't go out in public wearing a pink silk shirt and white pants!

"You should wear your new outfit tonight" said The Voice. "You want to look good for Andrea. Wear the outfit."

The words kept echoing in my head. "Wear the outfit. Wear the outfit. Wear the outfit...."

I found myself standing there, buttoning up the pink silk shirt. I found myself pulling on the tight white pants. And I found myself climbing into my car wearing this outfit that I would never wear! I was *so* nervous when I picked up Andrea.

"Aw, you look so cute" she said, as she came up to me and kissed me.

All of my fears and worries melted right away! I went with her to the fancy restaurant, not caring that lots of guys were looking at me as if I was strange because of my outfit. I gave Andrea the necklace I had bought for her, and she absolutely loved it. I couldn't wait to get back to her place so we could make love.

Once we arrived, I lit candles that I had set up around the room (The Voice had suggested it earlier). I turned off the lights, and only the flickering candles now lit the room. It was so romantic! We stood there and kissed each other, then started to touch each other all over. The foreplay lasted almost an hour, before I finally got her into the bd.

As she laid on her back and spread her legs wide open for me, I heard The Voice tell me something. And something strange happened: in perfect sync with The Voice, I spoke out loud, mirroring her words.

"I want to go down on you" we both said, at the same time. It was a surprise to me, to say the least! I didn't like how it tasted, and I didn't like doing that to a chick. I wanted to put myself inside of her, not lick her. But I said it somehow. I guess I trusted The Voice so much that I didn't even give time to think about her suggestion. Her words just came out of my mouth, which was a really weird feeling.

But Andrea responded by giggling, and smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?" she said. "It would be so special if you would do that for me, baby."

And so I found myself on my knees, putting my mouth of Andrea's pussy. I got a nose full of her smell, and as put my tongue onto her, my mouth was filled with her taste. The tip of my tongue easily found her clit, and I gently worked it. The Voice told me to gently massage her breasts as I worked at her, or to pinch her nipples and gently twist them. Then The Voice told me to gently insert two fingers into Andrea's pussy while I kept licking. As I did that, The Voice said "Now put a finger up her butt".

I was shocked at that suggestion! But even as I tried to contemplate it, I found that my finger was already doing it.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" moaned Andrea. "Oh god, yes! That is so perfect! Don't stop!!!!"

I kept doing it, working her with my tongue my fingers into two different openings. Andrea was shaking, she was so overcome with one strong orgasm after the next. Finally, she put her hand on my head, and pushed me away. I backed off, and quickly wiped my hands off on my T-shirt, laying on the floor. One was all wet from being inside her pussy. And the other was.... well, you know.

"Now its your turn" she said.

I laid on my back, and she went down on me! Oh how good that felt to have her mouth over me, getting me *so* hard. I couldn't wait until I was able to get inside of hr!

"Play with my nipples" I suddenly said, in sync with The Voice.

Ugh! I didn't want that! But before I could say 'no', Andrea was doing it. And much to my surprise, it felt wonderful. In fact, I didn't want for her to stop. As much as I wanted to come in her pussy. I just couldn't make her stop.

"Keep going" I said, at the same time The Voice said the same words in my head. "Don't stop. Make me come."

It felt so good! She was going at me harder and harder. And now, I said another thing in sync with The Voice that scared me:

"Put your finger up my butt, baby" we said, in sync.

"I've got something even better" replied Andrea, pulling out a purple dildo. It was shaped like a penis, but it was all purple. Before I knew what was happening, she was inserting it into me. I didn't want something shaped like a dick inside me (or anything for that matter!). But it was too late. I had asked for it, because of The Voice. And now it was in me.... and I felt such a surge of pleasure that I couldn't believe it!

I started to come, and it was *so* big! I kept coming and coming, throbbing until I was dry. When at last Andrea took her mouth off of me and licked her lips, I was breathless, exhausted, and weak.

She came over to me to kiss. I didn't want to taste her mouth after it has just been filled with come! But I was too exhausted to put up any resistance. I let her kiss me, and then we quickly fell asleep, locked in a loving embrace, her head on my chest. I never felt so good in all my life.

* * *

When I woke up in the morning, Andrea was nowhere to be found. I got up, and took a shower. I used Andrea's pink shaver to do my legs again, to get rid of the stubble, as well as under my arms. Then I dried off, put some of her creams on all over to soothe the itch, and walked to the bedroom so I could get dressed. All of my clothes were dirty, laying in a pile on the floor.

"I'm going to put on Andrea's clothes" I thought. Well, not exactly. It was The Voice thinking that. But somehow, just as we had spoken in sync the night before, this time we *thought* in sync. I did *not* want to dress up in my girlfriend's clothes! But here I was, opening up her dresser drawer. It was almost like watching someone else as I pulled out a pair of her silky white panties, and pulled them up over my smooth hairless legs. As soon as they were on, I got so hard, thinking that they normally covered her pussy. Now they were on *me*!

I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't, as I reached down and picked up one of her bras. With frightening ease, I pulled it on, reached behind and fastened it. I wanted to stop, but The Voice was so loud in my head, all I could hear was *her*. I was trembling as I went into the closet and pulled out one of Andrea's skirts. I laid it on the bed, then returned to fetch a nice top.

"I'll look pretty in this" I thought, as I held a top up to me. Why was I thinking that?

And why had I chosen a silky top with sewn in sequins? And why was I putting it there next to the skirt to be sure it was a good match? Why was I returning to the dresser to get out a pair of pantyhose? And why was I putting them on, as if I had done it all of my life?

"I can't wait to wear a skirt" I said out loud, as I started to pull it on. With all of the weight I had lost since I started dating Andrea, it actually fit me. I zipped it up, then reached for the silky top. I pulled it on too, and looked at myself in the mirror. Oh no, I was wearing one of Andrea's outfits! And I wasn't about to stop.

I sat down at her makeup table, and found myself putting on some of everything. How did my hands know each of the cosmetics, how to apply them, and how to do everything so well? How could those eyes with the liner, mascara and blend of colored powders be mine? How could those red shiny lips be mine? And why was I putting red polish onto my nails now?

I couldn't stop myself, as I picked out a pair of heels, and forced my feet into them. They barely fit. I should have wondered why Andrea had a pair in my size, but I was too overwhelmed to think clearly. I could barely think my own thoughts. Almost all of the thoughts in my head were *hers*. The Voice.

The very first time I heard her voice, I had thought it was a good thing. She helped me, gained my trust, and soon she was a part of my life. Only now did I realize what a fool I was. Only now I realized what I had gotten myself into. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that I had lost all control, and that it was too late for me....

I would have cried if I could have, as I took out a pair of falsies from another drawer, and stuffed them into my bra, so that I didn't seem so flat. I was in a total panic, but there was nothing I could do. It was as if I had lost control of my own mind. *She* was making me do all of this. The Voice was controlling me now!

"Now that I'm all pretty" I said, in sync with The Voice in my head, "It is time to go out and have some fun!"

I couldn't go outside like this! I tried to stop myself, but I found myself picking up a purse, throwing it over my shoulder, and strutting out to my car, with my hips swinging side to side as I walked. No! I got in the car, and changed the channel from the political talk radio station, over to dance music. Then I started to drive, but I didn't even know where.

I entered a strange part of town I had never been in before, and I felt *so* scared. People were going to see me all dressed up like this! What was I going to do? I tried to take control of my own body, but I could not. Somehow, *she* was making me do all of this. My thoughts were just not connecting with my body now, and I was forced to just go along with whatever it was she had in mind. She was singing a song to herself, so I couldn't even hear was she was planning.

She made me park the car on the street, and I found myself walking into an apartment building that I had never seen before. I got into the elevator, and went up to the third floor. I heard my high heel shoes click on the tiled floor as I walked down the hallway. People saw me, and looked at me funny. I should have been blushing with embarrassment, but *she* certainly didn't seem to have any!

I knocked on a door, and I was let in. I felt a little relieved not to be out in public, but I was having a hard time deciding if this was worse. You see, the person who let me inside was a man.

"How's it going?" said the man, who was sort of plain and average looking.

"Very well, now that I'm here, sugar" said my voice, in sync with The Voice in my head. Why would I say that? What was she doing? I was becoming more and more frantic and more and more alarmed, as she made me sit right next to him. She forced my eyes to blink at him. She ran my fingers through my hair as I smiled and stared into his eyes. No! She was forcing me to flirt with him! No!!!

The worst thing of all though, was when she moved my hand onto his lap. I could feel *it* through his pants. A bulge that was getting harder as my hand rubbed it. He was getting an erection. And it was because of *me*, in my feminized state. The idea that I could turn a man on was disgusting, to say the least! But the idea that I was actively getting him aroused was just beyond all comprehension. The Voice. Why was she doing this? It was revolting and disgusting. I had to make her stop! I had to get control back from her!

The man stood up, and led me by the hand to his bedroom. I tried to turn away, but *she* was forcing me to do this. When we got inside, he closed the door. I found myself getting down on my knees in front of him, and gently touching the crotch of his pants, as if I was marveling at a treasure. My hand didn't do what *I* wanted; it was only obeying the woman who had gotten into my head somehow. My own hand was unzipping the man's pants! Then it was undoing his belt!

I tried to scream as she made my hands pull his pants down to his ankles, and then his boxers too. Now I was face to face with his full erection, and I found my head leaning forward.

"No! Don't put that thing into my mouth!!!" I screamed inside my head.

"It's *my* mouth now" said The Voice, as it slid inside. "As you can see, *I* am running things now."

I could feel the man's penis fill my mouth. She put so much of it in that it touched the back of my throat. She started moving my head back and forth, and made my tongue flick at his penis, while she made my hands touch his body, and grab on firmly.

"Oh yeah baby" said the man. "That feels so good. Don't stop. I want to come in your mouth."

"Mmmmmm" was the response from my mouth, even though that was *not* what I would have said, if I could have! But it didn't matter what *I* wanted. I had no control anymore.

"Why are you doing this?" I thought in my head.

"As you can see" she said, "I am getting stronger, while you are getting weaker. Right now, I'm proving to you that I am in charge. Why don't you make it easy on yourself, and give in. Quit fighting, and let me absorb you into myself. It will be much better for you if you just let me take over completely."

"Never!" I said to her in my head.

"As you wish. I hope you like the taste of come."

"Why?" I though, afraid to ask.

"You're about to taste it now."

Splash! My mouth was filled with the warm fluid that burst out of the man's penis. It tasted awful to me, and I felt disgusted as I felt him throb in my mouth, and another batch of it spurted out.

"If you don't give in" said The Voice, "I'll do this all the time. You had better get used to the taste; you're going to be swallowing a lot of come."

As she swallowed it down, I was in a total panic. I felt this awful tingling inside. I was detached from my own body. I could feel every sensation, but I had no control. This female presence in my head was doing everything. I wanted to puke as she got up and kissed the man.

"See you tomorrow?" he said, handing me some money.

"A regular. My favorite kind of customer" she replied, using my voice.

He had paid for this? That made me... a... whore? No!!! I felt myself get even weaker as my system tried to absorb the facts of what she was doing to me, ruining my life. But she wasn't over yet.

Next we got back in the car, and drove downtown. She made me walk into a doctor's office. Apparently I had an appointment set up, because they showed me right in. A few minutes later, a female doctor came and sat down across from me.

"So you're here because you want gender reassignment surgery?" she said.

"Yes" said The Voice, with the words coming out of my mouth. "I *need* it. I'm ready for a sex change operation."

Well, wasn't that just great. On top of everything else. I threw up my hands in disgust (although they didn't respond to my command). I had already been forced to dress up as a woman, go out in public, flirt with a man, and go down on him. Now I was signing up for a sex change operation? I was beyond exasperated now.

"...and we can't do anything until you have lived for a full year as a woman" the doctor was saying.

"I know" replied The Voice. "But you can start me on female hormones, can't you?"

"Yes, after your psyche evaluation."

"Good" said The Voice. "I've taken them when I could. Girlfriend's birth control pills. My mom's hormone replacement pills. A few here and there. But not enough to make the changes I need. I hate this male body. I wish I was a real woman, like you. You've got to help me doc. I *need* to be a woman. I was born female, but in a male body. Please, can you help me?"

"Yes dear, you've come to the right place. It will be a long difficult process, and sometimes painful. But after all is said and done, you *will* be a woman. From the way you move, your mannerisms, your speach patterns, your looks, I can tell that this isn't your first time being feminine. I'm sure you will be able to join our accelerated program. Don't worry honey, we'll be able to alter your body to match your true inner self."

"Thank you so much" said my emotional voice. "I can't wait until I'm female. Then I will be whole."

Why were my eyes welling up? Why was I giving the doctor a hug, and signing the consent form? No!!!

As we walked back to the car, The Voice taunted me.

"It won't be long until your body has boobs. And once you start taking the female hormones, your dick will go limp. But don't worry, it will get removed soon enough, so you can have a *pussy*. You are going to become a real woman, inside and out."

"No! Stop!!!" I screamed, but to no avail. She just laughed.

"I am going to do what *I* want to do" she replied. "If you don't like it, you can just deal with it. Or you could do as I've suggested, and give in. Just let yourself fall to sleep forever, and let me take over. Why fight me? There is no chance for you to win. You're just going to get weaker and weaker, as you suffer through one thing after the next. Lets see. What shall we do now?"

She stopped the car, and pulled up to an "adult" shop. Inside, she made me go over to the magazine rack, and pick up a couple of them that featured hunks on the cover. She made my tongue lick my lips, and she didn't care who was looking. But then it got worse. She went over to the sex toy section, and started looking at dildos!

"Excuse me" she said to a clerk. "Do you have anything bigger than this? I'm looking for something realistic, and *very* large."

"We have the GigantaRod 3000 over here" said the woman, handing a box over to me.

"Mmmm. I can't wait to try it out" said The Voice, as I was dying of embarrassment.

"I think you'll like it. Shall I ring you up? Ma'am?"

"Why thank you" I replied, as if I liked being called Ma'am. No!!!

"And these magazines too" said The Voice, pointing them out for all to see. Great. Everybody was staring at me. I felt like crying, but there was nothing I could do but stand there, as she made me dig through my purse, and find some cash. I paid, then got back in my car. I felt just about defeated. What else could she possibly do to me now?

We turned onto a familiar street, but it wasn't the one for my place.

"You can't take me to Andrea's like this!" I said.

"Yes I can" replied The Voice. "Lets see how she likes you, as a woman."

"No!!!!" I said. "Please don't do this! Don't let her see me like this!"

But The Voice didn't care. She made me drive up to Andrea's place. I found myself walking up, and knocking on the door. Andrea showed me in, and smiled. I was ready for her to freak out, seeing me like this, dressed up in her things. What she said next was a complete shock though.

"Is he still in you?" she said.

"Yes, he's here, but *I* am in full control now" she made me say.

"Does he know?" asked Andrea.

"Not yet" said The Voice.

Did I know what? Why wasn't she surprised about this? It was almost as if she was *expecting* it.

Now Andrea walked over in front of me. She pointed to the ground.

"Get on your knees" she said.

But it wasn't her normal voice coming from her mouth. It was The Voice. The Voice, which I had been hearing in my head. It was coming out from Andrea's mouth! Even in the instant I fathomed what was going on, I found myself already on my knees in front of her. I looked up at her, like a dog looking at its master.

"You are mine now, and you will obey me, always" she said, using The Voice.

"I am yours" I replied, almost even before she finished her sentence.

"That's right" said Andrea in her normal voice, as she walked around me. "The voice that you've been hearing in your head for these past few weeks is actually *me*. I put a part of myself into you. And that part of myself is now fully in control. You are all mine now. I control you fully and completely. You have become my slave."

"I am your slave" said my voice. It wasn't me talking of course; it was *her*.

How could Andrea have done this to me? How could she have pretended to be my girlfriend? She had planned this all along! She had wanted to do this to me from the first time we went out together! I reeled inside, my emotions overwhelming me. I felt crushed. I felt weaker. I found it harder to even think. It was as if The Voice in my head was trying to force me to think *her* thoughts only, and not my own anymore.

"I never loved you" said Andrea. "It was all a ruse, so that I could enslave you, and turn you into my full time, live-in maid. That's right dear. You're going to dress up in a uniform every day, do my cooking and my cleaning, make my bed, do my laundry, brush my hair, and paint my nails for me. If fact, if you think back, I've been training you to do that all along. You were so helpful with the chores. You will make a wonderful maid."

It was like being shot through the heart, on top of already feeling crushed. The female thoughts in my head were deafeningly loud now. I could feel them trying to force me to think along with them instead of existing independently. By this point, I really didn't care anymore.

"I never though of you as much of a man" said Andrea. "I could never be with someone like you. Everyone would see me and snicker about what a wimpy guy I was with. No dear, you are better off a as a woman. I've thought of you as my girlfriend, ever since I got you to go down on me that first time. To me, you were never a man. To me, you're already a woman."

I looked at her, and I felt tears fill my eyes. I had given her all of my love. But I was nothing to her but a slave. I felt absolutely defeated. I heard the female thoughts inside, trying to make me think in sync with them. I heard them swearing full obedience to Her, and promising to serve Her well. She was so perfect. I wished that I was just like her. I existed only to serve Her, and to do Her bidding. I must obey Her completely. My mind, body and soul belonged to Her.

I couldn't hear that pesky male voice whining anymore, and it felt so good to be whole. Now I wouldn't have to spend any of my energy fighting him. Now I could devote myself fully to serving Her.

"He is gone" I said.

"Good" She replied. "Go put on your maid's uniform, so you can get to work."

I got up quickly, knowing all that must be done. She had been kind enough to put part of Herself into me. I knew everything She wanted. She didn't even have to say it, I just knew. I live only to serve Her. I had much work to do. I put on my maid's uniform, although I felt sad that I didn't have breasts to fill it out properly. I couldn't wait until I started having my surgeries and taking the female hormones. I couldn't wait to be a woman, just like Her. Soon I would be female. Soon, I would be a perfect servant for Her. Soon, I would be whole.

I smiled as I started scrubbing the floor. Now I was happy. I was in Her service.

  

  

  

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