What He Wants

by Jennifer White

 

It had been five years since I married Christine. I thought that having a woman in my life like this would 'cure' me, and stop me from feeling like I always had since I was a child. But it didn't. You see, ever since I was a young boy, I had this uncontrollable urge to dress up in girl's clothes.

First it was my sister's clothes, or my mom's bra. But then went I struck out on my own, I soon had my own collection of pretty things to wear. But don't get me wrong: even though I liked to dress up like them, I still *desired* the girls. I wanted to get into their pants, in more ways than one!

When I started dating Christine, I thought having her in my life would change things. I was able to live out my manly desires every night, making love to her. We were both deeply in love, and everything seemed so perfect that almost before I knew it, we were married.

 

But I remember this one day, just a month after we got back from our honeymoon. She was at her moms for the weekend, and I was doing work around the house. I was doing the wash, when I saw her panties in the hamper, and they turned me on! I had this irresistible urge to wear her panties and a bra under my clothes, as I did the wash.

Now it was time to vacuum. What if I put on one of her tops? And a pretty skirt? I could dress up like a woman, while I was doing the woman's work of the house! I felt so happy, wearing her clothes. It felt so right. But I knew it was something I could never share with her.

 

After that day, whenever I had a good opportunity, with no chance of being caught, I'd dress up in Christine's pretty things. I knew how to wear girl's clothes, so I didn't do anything stupid like wear something that I'd stretch out and ruin. And when I was done, I'd carefully put her clothes back where they belonged, perfectly folded. And my ultimate favorite was to dress up like a woman, and read stories about feminization on the internet.

It made me happy to feel like a woman. How could that be wrong?

 

* * *

 

It was a hot week in July. The temperature was high enough that we needed to turn on the air conditioning in the house. I didn't mind this weather at all. It was time for a week of vacation which I had coming! I had wanted to travel somewhere, but Christine insisted that we stay home, and relax. As usual, I gave in to her request. Not that I was pussy whipped or anything. But she had a way of making me see the point of her logic! You know how women are.

When I came home from work on Friday, I picked her up, and we went out to a nice place for dinner. When we returned home, we watched a rerun of Sex and the City. A chick show. Not that I minded. I liked to know how women's minds worked, and this show gave me some good insights.

We shared a bottle of red wine as we watched the show. When it was done, we were both tired, and a little buzzed from the wine. Normally, on a night like this, we'd go up to bed. And tonight was no exception. We locked the doors, and headed upstairs to our bedroom. Our usual routine.

 

But when we were ready to climb into bed, she shocked me. Christine held out her pink nightie.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Tonight, things are going to change forever dear" she said. "You see, I am going to turn you into a woman."

 

To say I was stunned was an understatement! Did she know my secret? How? And why was she doing this? I didn't understand.

 

"I know you want to be female. You can't deny it" she said. "I *know* you. Its the truth, isn't it?"

I had never lied to her, other than not telling her about my feminine desires. I had no choice now. I nodded my head.

"That's not good enough. Say it. Tell me what you want."

"I want to be a woman" I whispered.

"Louder. Say it like you mean it."

"I want to be a woman" I said with a louder voice, although it was somewhat shaky.

"See?" she said. "Wasn't that easy to finally admit it? Now put on your nightie."

I took it from her, and put it on. I felt so silly in it!

"Lay on your back, and spread your legs" she said.

 

I did as she asked. She mounted me from the top, slipping my hard-on into her soft wet pink slit.

"Tell me you are a woman" she said.

"I am a woman" I replied.

She thrust up and down once.

"Again" she said.

"I am a woman" I said, earning another thrust.

"Louder" said Christine.

"I am a woman!" I said.

"Louder! Like you really mean it!"

 

By the time I came, I was yelling at the top of my lungs, that I was a woman. I came harder inside her than I could ever remember. I couldn't believe this was happening to me!

 

"Now go clean yourself up Alexa" she said to me. "You don't want to go to bed all dirty, do you?"

"No..." I replied. Alexa?

"No, you don't want to be a dirty girl, do you? Go take a nice hot bath. And shave yourself too Alexa! What kind of girl goes around with hairy legs like that? Not to mention that hair under your arms. How unattractive!"

I nodded. All my body hair had to go.

 

After my bath, Christine made me clean the tub, because there was so much hair in it. Then she dressed me in a pair of pink panties, and her pink nightie. Or should I say, *my* pink nightie now.

"Good night Alexa. Sweet dreams. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

"Good night Christine" I said. "I love you."

"Aw, isn't that sweet" she said.

 

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

* * *

 

I woke up Saturday morning with a start. I was still in my panties and nightie. I couldn't believe that last night was real!

"Good morning Alexa" said Christine. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes" I said. "And you?"

"Very good. We need to get going honey. We have a busy day. But first, I see that Alexa isn't the only thing that's up."

She was rubbing me between my legs. From her talking to me as if I was a girl, the nightie I was wearing, the panties, and of course the stimulation from her hand, I was 'up' down there too! I was amazed as Christine pulled down my panties, and put her mouth around me. She was going down on me! Something she would normally never do.

"Tell me you're a woman" she said, letting me out of her mouth for a moment.

"I, am a woman" I stated firmly.

Just like last night, each time I said it, she gave me stimulation. Harder and harder, louder and louder, soon I was screaming that I was a woman, as she made me climax again.

"Now it is my turn" she said.

 

Christine got up on the bed, took off her panties, and spread her legs wide. She pointed between her legs. I nodded. I was to go down on *her* now.

"Oh yes Alexa, you're a girl now, aren't you?" she said, as I used my tongue on her. "You're so pretty, so feminine. You're not a man. You never were a man. You're a *girl*. Yes, a *girl*."

As I was pleasuring her, the words she spoke were getting me aroused again!

 

When she had her fill, and she finally pushed me away, I felt dizzy with pleasure. This was like a fantasy come true, for my wife to be involved with me, dressing me up and treating me like a girl. I was almost ecstatic, as she now dressed me up in a pretty outfit.

There was a cool white summer skirt, a powder blue top, a bra and panty set, large breast forms to fill out the cups of the bra, and more. She had a wig for me! She did my nails, and put me into makeup! She had jewelry, including clip-on earrings! And heels that fit my feet.

I was beginning to realize that she had this all planned out. It wasn't just a spur of the moment thing, she had been *planning* this. That made me tingle with anticipation. What else would she have in store for me?

"Take a look at yourself Alexa" she said, when the last touches were done.

I looked in the mirror, and I smiled. I looked *so* much like a girl! I never had the nerve to go this far with it before. Now I had a full look.

 

"This is so great" I said.

"I'm glad you think so Alexa" she said. "Because now we're going outside together. Two girls going to Saturday brunch at the cafe."

 

Me? Go outside, while I was dressed up? What a sense of mixed feelings I had at that moment! Part of me was *so* scared! What if I get caught? But part of me was excited to go and feel the breeze under my skirt for the first time. I wasn't about to deny her plans though. She had done this much for me, I wasn't going to say no to her!

 

We drove to the local mall, where they had a nice outdoor cafe. We drank coffee and ate brunch together, as we watched all the people coming and going from the mall. Christine was critiquing the outfit of the girls who were walking by. Then she asked me to join in, so I could start to develop my 'fashion sense'!

The meal was wonderful, and nobody looked at me funny. I was passing as a girl! What a thrill!

 

"Come on" she said, after she paid for the meal.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, since you're a woman now, you'll be dressing like one all the time. And I can't have you always wearing *my* clothes. Oh sure, girlfriends share clothes from time to time, but you need your own collection Alexa. Lets go, and find some cute outfits for you!"

I was going shopping for clothes as a girl! And Christine was going to *help* me with it! I was grinning from ear to ear. This was like a fantasy come true. Instead of looking longingly at the pretty skirts and shoes, I could try them on! I could openly buy them! I had always wished I was a woman, so I could do things like this. Now I could. Christine was making my dreams come true! Oh how I loved her.

 

We went into a dozen stores, and by the time I returned home, my feet were aching from the heels, my head was spinning from all the things I had looked at, and I had bags and bags of clothes, lingerie, hosiery, shoes, makeup, jewelry, and accessories.

The first place we went to was a department store, where she helped me pick out a purse, which I now carried with me. I literally thought we were going to shop until we dropped!

 

* * *

 

I was so happy when we got back home, and cleared out a space in my closet for my new clothes. Christine threw a bunch of my old ones into a series of paper bags.

"You won't be needing those anymore" she said, giving me a wink.

 

I had figured it out now. She had wanted to stay home for vacation this week, so she could let me live out my fantasy of being a girl. It was so wonderful to have such a loving, supportive wife. I should have told her years ago, so I could have done this sooner, instead of sneaking around, behind her back.

I was stripping down, so I could put on one of my new outfits: first of all, a pair of women's cropped jeans. Then a tight black turtleneck sweater, and knee high boots, with five inch heels. I couldn't wait to get it on! But as I was stripping down, Christine started to come on to me!

"I want you" she said. "Now."

We were there, wearing just our bras and panties. We hugged. We kissed. She sucked my toe. She told me to put my toe into her, and to wiggle it, so I could stimulate her clit. I did all that, and then I went down on her. I was hard as a rock by now, and she smiled as she went down on me. I had already come once in the day, so this time I lasted longer. She had her hands cupped over my fake boobs, and I was just in heaven!

 

When we were done, we washed up together. I was about to get dressed, when Christine handed me a white tube, with some kind of cream in it.

"Put that on, twice a day, on your chest" she said. "Do it every day, and it will make your boobs grow. I want you to have *real* boobs, big and full like mine. That would turn me on *so* much have you become busty. I want to see real boobs on your chest Alexa."

 

I couldn't help it. I got hard again. I took off my bra, which made me fake boobs fall out. I applied the cream, and Christine purred as I felt it soak into my skin. I put my bra back on, and inserted my fake boobs. Would this stuff really make mine grow big like that?

I put on my girdle, to help give me curves. Then my new jeans, which were really tight. I put on my black turtleneck sweater, which was very form fitting. I loved how my chest made it poke out in front! I just seeing myself in the mirror, looking feminine. I loved how it felt to be a girl!

 

I followed her downstairs, where I helped her prepare dinner, then set the table. I poured water into our glasses, and brought them to the table. As I went to sit down, Christine was taking some pills out of a bottle, and setting them next to my plate. Then she took this disk thing, turned it one notch, and turned it over. A tiny pink pill came out of it.

"This is a birth control pill" she said. "And this one is a combination of female hormones used for women who are going through their change. You will take these daily from now on as well. I don't expect to have to tell you again."

I was so excited with the thought of real female hormones in *my* bloodstream! It was something I had always dreamed of trying, but never had the guts to do it. Now Christine was making it real for me! Wow.

 

After dinner, we sat on the couch together, drinking wine, watching a romantic comedy. She snuggled next to me, and she kept telling me how pretty I was, and how much that turned her on! When the movie was over, we started to kiss. She first started to put her hands all over my fake boobs.

"I love these so much on you" she said. "I love seeing you *stacked*."

Then she kissed me *so* hard, and put her tongue into my mouth! Wow. Her hand moved down and started to feel my crotch. There wasn't much room inside the tight jeans for me to get hard, but my body was sure trying!

"Lets go up to the bedroom Alexa" she said, practically dragging me up there with her!

 

We went upstairs, where she practically tore my clothes off of me, except my bra, which she insisted I keep on, because it turned her on so much. She put a condom on me, and started to give me a hand-job! She was fondling my fake breasts, and I wished I could really *feel* her doing that. I wished they were real too.

It was the *third* time in the day that she was making me climax, so it took me a long time. She was rough on me, and I felt sore from it, but she kept going, and she kept saying such wonderful things about how pretty I was, and how much it turned her on that I was a girl.

"Ooh, Alexa. You're such a pretty girl" she said. "I just love you so much! I love your big boobs. I love your smooth sexy legs. And I just love your pussy! I'm so glad you're my girl. I'm so glad you're not a man. I'm so glad that we can be lovers like this; girl on girl."

Needless to say, I came. It wasn't a lot, but I came! Now I wanted to return the favor, so I went down on her again, just like she liked. When she was done too, we finally got ready for bed. I did the same routine as her; I took off my makeup, I even put on the same night cream that she used, to help keep my face soft. I did take off my wig, whereas she had long hair of her own. But I knew I couldn't sleep with it on.

She did make me keep by bra on, and the breast forms, so that when I wore my nightie, I had a proper female shape. I fell asleep in her arms again.

 

* * *

 

On Sunday morning, we both woke up about 9:00. She was rubbing my leg, smiling at me.

"Sweetie" she said, "It would really nice of you, if you'd make me breakfast in bed."

She had done so much for me over the past two days, I was more than willing to do that for her! I put on her pink robe, and went downstairs. I cooked her favorite bacon and eggs, with whole wheat toast. Normally, she ate very light for breakfast, but it was a tradition that we had a big breakfast on Sunday.

I brought it up to her on a tray. We ate together, and drank our hot coffee.

"Seeing you dressed like that, looking so pretty, and doing the cooking really turns me on" she said.

Before I knew it, she was going down on me! Wow!!!

 

We showered together, and shaved our legs. My legs were itching just a little bit, and she said it was from the hair starting to grow back. Of course, I had to shave my chest too, which she didn't. After going around for so long with the fake boobs, now it felt almost strange to have my chest flat.

"I love your cute little boobs" said Christine. She bent over, and started to suckle my left nipple! She sucked harder and harder, then bit down on it! Her hand found its way between my legs, and started to rub me, until I got hard. She put some soap on her hand for lubrication, then started to pull on me harder and harder, until I couldn't hold it back anymore, and once again, I climaxed.

I wanted to do something to her, but she told me she was okay. We got out of the shower, and dried off. She showed me how your put the towel up on your head, to help dry off your hair, so you don't drip all over.

"Soon you'll have long hair too, and you'll need to know this" she said. "But now it's time for your breast cream. You've got cute little boobs like a young girl, but soon you will be bursting out of your bra when you're stacked like me."

 

We got dressed up now, put on our makeup, did our hair, and spent a few hours cleaning around the house. After the vacuuming and the mopping, we went upstairs to change the sheets on our bed, since it was full of crumbs from the toast! Christine went into my dresser, and opened the drawer where I kept my boxers. She tossed them all into a pile on the floor.

"Alexa, put those downstairs in the box with the other rags."

Now I had a problem. I had only one clean pair of panties, and she was throwing out my boxers. I asked her what I was supposed to wear.

"Don't worry darling. We're going shopping to buy you lots and lots of new panties."

 

It was thrilling to buy myself *more* panties. And nylons too. She also had me buy several pairs of very short white socks for myself. They were white, with pink trim around the edge. Next, we went over to the cosmetics counter, and we started to try out different perfumes, to see which one smelled the best on me. I bought one that was elegant and floral scented.

As we walked out of the department store, Christine suddenly stopped at the jewelry section.

"Look Alexa" she said. "These are on sale. Aren't they darling? They'd look great on you."

She handed me a box holding pair of earrings. I looked up at her.

"But these are for pierced ears" I said.

"Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we? They'll pierce your ears out there in the mall. Come on! Won't it be fun to have stylish earrings?"

"Yes" I said, but I had some doubts. After this week ended, I could grow back the hair on my legs. But people would see my ears pierced. But then again, there were lots of guys with pierced ears these days. I would just have to trade in the loopy dangly earrings for something more fit for a man to wear.

"Okay" I said. "Let's do it!"

 

We walked back to the car, with me holding bags full of panties and hosiery, feeling earrings dangle from my ears. Christine opened the passenger door for me, so I could get in. She took the keys from me, and said that from now on, she would do the driving. I wondered what could possibly make me feel more feminine than this!

She took me to a store across town, which sold women's shoes, but specialized in larger sizes. Whereas the ones I bought before were tight on me, here I could buy shoes that fit better, with more comfort. It was so fun shopping for shoes! I bought four pairs that day.

As we drove home, I was thinking. She was having me buy all these things. She wouldn't be doing this if we were just playing a game for the week of vacation. She must want me to be Alexa for her every weekend! How fun our lives would be. I could be a girl sometimes, then go about my life.

We got home, and I put away my new things. As I was bending over to put away my shoes, Christine came up from behind and pinched my butt, which made me jump!

"I just love seeing you in a skirt" she said. "You turn me on so much, baby!"

We kissed, and what can I say? Soon, I was laying on my back, with her going down on me. I was really sore down there though, from all the stimulation, not to mention having myself in those tight jeans yesterday. Although what she was doing felt good, I didn't climax.

"Your little clit just needs more stimulation" she said, as she switched to her hand. She worked me hard, but try as she might, I just could not come. She kept going at me, but I had to stop her. It was starting to hurt.

 

"It's so small and limp" she said.

"I know" I replied.

"I think it would be best if you just kept it out of sight" she said. "Don't you?"

"I guess so" I said, not understanding.

"Good, I'm glad we agree. That's why I got this for you."

 

She took out a bag from under the bed, and pulled something out. It looked in the front just like the crotch of a woman! There was a labia, with it's pink lips, and the tufts of hair. In the back was a little tube which I could tuck myself up into, then attach the things with straps.

"Lets get you into your gaff honey" she said. "I want to see you with a pussy."

She put it on me, and I stared in the mirror. Oh god. I looked like I *did* have a pussy! Me! I was so excited. I should have been hard from seeing this, but I was so limp and soft after what she had done to me. I put on my panties, and there was no bulge there anymore. It was like I really was a girl.

"Now you're ready" said Christine. "Give my your arm."

I did, and watched as she took out a syringe that was filled with a clear liquid. Christine had her nursing degree, although she had been in administration for years. But she knew how to administer a shot. I stood there, as she slid the needle into my arm, and emptied it. Then she pulled out a second syringe, and gave me another shot. She took the two syringes, put them into a medical waste disposal bag, and sealed it.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"The first does was a very high concentration of female hormones for you" she said. "Your body is thirsty for them. The second one was a testosterone blocker, which will prevent any more male hormones for acting. You'll start taking it in pill form too, but you needed a loading dose to get started."

 

My head was spinning from what had just happened. She had jus injected me with things that would make me even less of a man, and more of a woman! And I was wearing a gaff now, so it looked like I was a woman. I was in a daze as I dressed up in a new tweed skirt that we had bought yesterday, along with a white blouse. Lastly, there was a jacket that matched the skirt, and my boots.

We went out to dinner, and then to a movie. I had a few drinks, and I felt downright giddy. I wondered if there was something else in the injection that she hadn't told me about. I didn't feel right!

 

When we made it home, we went upstairs to bed. She had me go down on her, and then she was ready to do me. She took off my gaff, but no matter what she did, I just couldn't get it up. I felt so ashamed. Maybe it was the hormones. Or the roughness with which she had handled me earlier that day. Or being tucked up inside the gaff for so long. I didn't know. All I knew was that I was incapable of getting hard!

"See?" said Christine. "You *aren't* a man. Your more woman than man now."

 

As I went to sleep in my nightie, wearing my gaff again and my bra with the large fake boobs, I had my first doubts about what she was doing to me.

 

* * *

 

On Monday, we went shopping for more clothes for me, including a woman's golf outfit. There I was, hitting off the red tees, wearing a white skirt! Between that and the fake boobs, I couldn't hit the ball very well.

"Humph, women golfers" sneered the man behind us who said we were playing too slow.

 

That night, Christine had me go down on her, yet again. But when it was my turn, I couldn't get it up.

"I'm sorry, I just can't do it" I said.

I was surprised when she smiled and laughed.

"I don't understand" I said.

"Oh Alexa, are you really that naive? Don't you realize what has been going on?"

"No.." I said.

"You've been on female hormones for *months*. I switched your vitamins with my estrogen pills. It was only a matter of time before your male parts stopped being functional. I just sped up the process."

 

She had been dosing me with female hormones for months?

"I know your secret. I know that you dress up in my clothes whenever I'm away. That is why I am going to make your dream come true Alexa."

 

My heart melted for her. I loved her so much! She was so wonderful to do this for me.

"You want to be my woman, don't you?"

"Yes" I said.

"And you want to *feel* like a woman too, isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"And you trust me?"

"Completely" I said.

"This next part is going to be difficult. Understand that it is for your own good. I want you to promise me that you'll do as I tell you, so that I can help you."

"Okay...." I said, unsure of what she wanted.

"You see" said Christine, "In your mind, you are still a man. Being a man means certain things to you, like being in control. If we are to break you of this delusion that you're a man, you need to understand that *I* am in control."

I nodded. I pretty much understood. I knew how many guys liked to run things, and to have their wives be the quiet type, who just followed their decisions. I had always hated that sort of man.

"And you adore me, don't you, because you wish you were just like me?" she said.

"Yes!" I replied. She understood!

 

"Then get down on your f&cking knees, and worship me!!!" she said in a demanding authoritarian tone.

She had always been gentle. She had always been kind. She had never taken charge like this. I had to say, that it really turned me on! I fell to my knees, and looked up to her. She seemed so strong!

"Kiss my feet" she said.

I did as she asked, until she told me to stop.

"From now on, *I* am in charge of *everything*. You no longer make decisions in this family. From now on, everything revolves around *me*. You are nothing. You're not a man anymore. And you're not even a woman yet. You are *nothing*."

I was shaken. I hadn't expected this at all.

 

"Strip down to your bra and panties. Now" she said.

I stood up, and did as she asked. Then she led me to her closet, where she had a new outfit waiting for me. It was black, with frilly white lace on the edges, and a white lace apron. A sexy maid's outfit, complete with lacy gloves. I trembled as I put it on. It barely came down over my panties! I felt so exposed.

 

"Now take your hormone pills, while I'm watching you" she said.

"I already took them today."

"Yes, but I am doubling the dosage. I am going to accelerate your total feminization."

Now fully afraid, I took the pills as she asked. Then she ordered me onto my feet, at the foot of her bed.

 

"Now Alexa, as I've told you, you are not a man. I never viewed you as a man, you know. You were always so pathetic and weak, like a young girl. And now, you're completely incapable of getting a hard-on anymore. So you're not a man *at all*. That means you're never going to get into my pussy again. So if I want to feel something in there, it is going to have to be this."

She went to the dresser, opened up a drawer, and pulled out a large pink dld. It was shaped exactly like a penis, and it even had fake balls at the end! She pointed the tip threateningly at me.

"*This* is what I'll be putting into my pussy" she said. "Not *you* anymore. And you are going to watch me pleasure myself now."

 

She had me stay on my knees, and get an eye level view, as she stripped, then started to first touch herself between her legs. She let out soft moans as she massaged her breasts, or touched herself between her legs.

"Ooh, I'm getting wet imagining a *man* with me" she said. "A man who is all hard for me, and ready to penetrate me."

Now she picked up the dld, and started to gently touch the tip of it around her labia. She worked it back and forth, easing just the very start of the tip inside her wet vagina.

"Ooh, if only there was a man here, then *he* could be doing this" she said. "But it's just us girls. Imagine how it feels to do this Alexa. Imagine that it is *you* with a man just starting to work his way in."

 

I was totally intimidated. Between her hinting that she wanted to be with a real man (someone who wasn't me!), and telling me to imagine that *I* was about to make love with a man, I kind of freaked out. The dld seemed so threatening and scary now! My knees were starting to ache from being on the for so long.

Now Christine started to touch her clit with her fingers on her left hand, while her right hand started to push the dld deep and deeper inside of her. She started to work it in and out, in and out, building up a rhythm. She was breathing harder and harder, and starting to let out her usual moans, which mean she was near her orgasm. Her eyes closed, and she went harder and harder, until she finally gave one final gasp, and collapsed into a pile.

 

When she got ahold of herself, and her breathing returned to normal, she carefully pulled out the dld. She slid over to the edge of the bed. And now she pointed it right at me. It was still glistening from her juices.

"Open your mouth Alexa" she said.

"I....." I stammered. I didn't want that *thing* in my mouth!

"Be a good girl, or you'll be punished. You don't want to disobey me! Now open up."

 

I was so scared! Even though I liked to dress up as a girl, I was never attracted to men, in any way! So the last thing I wanted was to suck on a realistic looking dld. But here she was, moving the tip around my lips, and starting to work it in to my mouth. She pushed it in deeper and deeper. Now I could feel it touch the back of my throat.

"Yes Alexa" she said. "Doesn't it feel good to have a dick in your mouth?"

"Mumps" was all I could manage to say.

"Yes" she said. "It certainly is a wonderful feeling! Too bad this one is just plastic, and it can't come inside you. Just wait until you see how wonderful *that* feels, knowing that you're so sexy, that you made your man climax."

I wanted to cry. I didn't like being a woman anymore.

 

Christine held the dld up to her crotch, as if it was protruding from her.

"Yes Alexa, suck harder my little girl" she said.

I wanted this to stop. This was too much.

 

When at last she pulled the dld out of my mouth, I gasped for air. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted all of this to end, so I could go back to being myself. But Christine would have none of that.

"Go downstairs, do the dishes, dust the shelves, and polish the good silverware" she ordered. "When you're done with that, you can clean out the tub and the sink in my master bedroom. Now go!"

Her bedroom? Wasn't it *our* bedroom?

 

The rest of that date, she kept me running, doing work around the house, while she watched TV, read her glossy magazines, or talked on the phone with her friends. When I went to bed, I felt really confused. This wasn't what I wanted at all.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I kept on having dreams where I was with my friends, or at work, but I had forgotten to take out my boobs. I'd be trying to hide them so nobody could see them on my chest, but it was impossible, because they were so big. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, feeling no more rested than before. I was so scared what she might do to me next!

 

* * *

 

It was Tuesday now. When I woke up, Christine ordered me to put on my maid's uniform again. I did the dishes. I cooked. I cleaned. I gave her a foot massage. I straightened up the livingroom. I sorted and folded socks. There were always a million chores to do, and she had me running to do one after the other.

 

Now I have to tell you something: you might think to yourself that it would be a terrible thing to be treated like a serving girl, ordered to do one thing after the next. But I found myself strangely *enjoying* it, as I was ordered around. I didn't have to think anymore. I didn't have to make decisions. She did all that. I just did as she asked, and that made her happy.

I had never been dominated by a woman before, but it felt good! That made me feel scared, as did something else that day: I went into the bathroom to relieve myself, and I felt so aroused from enjoying the feeling of being dominated, and feeling so feminine. But try as I might I just could not get it up at all. Seeing myself with the gaff on should have turned me on so much! But I just could not get hard.

In a way, I had kept it in the back of my mind that this was all a game. At the end of the week, things would go back to normal. But now I realized something: the hormones and things she was giving me must have been *real*. They were interfering with my body's natural functions. They were really turning me into a woman!

I had read that female hormones could make a man grow real breasts. That sent a shiver through me. And the would alter a man's mind, even to the point where he might start feeling attracted to other men! I didn't want that! No! But what could I do? I couldn't disobey her. I felt like I *had* to do whatever she said. But I didn't understand why.

 

That night, I had to watch her touch herself again, and watch as she used the dld. Once again, she made me suck on it. She kept telling me how I wasn't a man anymore. She kept telling me that I was completely hers now. She told me that since I was her maid, I couldn't call her by her name anymore, I had to address her as "Ma'am". And once again, I cried myself to sleep.

 

* * *

 

Now it was Wednesday. After I got up, make breakfast for Christine, and stood by as she ate, in case she needed another sip of orange juice, or more coffee. Then I cleaned up the kitchen.

"Alexa, go put on something pretty. We're going out shopping" she said.

"Yes Ma'am" I replied.

 

I picked out a flirty yellow pleated skirt, and a matching sleeveless top. I grabbed my purse, and went out with her. First, we went to a beauty salon. She had them give me nail extensions, so that it looked like I had long pretty nails. Then they were professionally polished.

Next, we had our eyebrows waxed. I realized that my face would look more and more feminine now, even if I wasn't wearing makeup. It would be hard to go out as a man now, with my eyebrows like that.

 

Next we went to the mall, to buy more clothes for me. I bought more nylons, bras, panties, skirts, dresses, gowns, blouses, camisoles, and more. It felt so wonderful to shop for clothes like this! But I also realized that she was building up my wardrobe, so that I'd have enough clothes like this to wear *every* day. Not just on weekends. More and more, I was realizing that he intention was to make this all *permanent*.

 

We took the bags to the car, then went inside to a cafe for coffee and a light lunch.

"Alexa, do you enjoy being a girl?" she said.

"Yes!" I said, truthfully. It *had* always been my dream.

"Good" she said. "You're about to reach the point of no return. If we don't stop right now, this very moment, you will go so far over, that there will be no going back. Think very carefully. Do you want to be a man? Do you want to go around all hairy and icky, wearing terrible clothes, acting rude, drinking beer and being obnoxious with the guys?"

I looked at her. I hadn't been like that, had I?

"Or would you rather be a girl? You could be pretty. Wear skirts and dresses every day. You could have long gorgeous hair. Wear makeup all you want to. Wear panties and bras to your heart's content. You can shower yourself in perfume, jewelry, wear lovely shoes and pretty things. You can be a girl."

 

Those words rang in my ears, like the sweetest music. I could be a girl!

 

She made being a man sound so bad, as she continued to talk. She pointed out the men walking by in the mall, and the bad things about them. One was staring at other women, even though he had his arm around his wife's waist. Another was staring at this one girl's boobs. Another was dressed like a slob. She pointed at one in the cafe who was shoving food into his mouth like a pig.

Then she pointed out the women. How pretty they were. How elegant they were how perfect they were. Which one would I rather be?

"We can go home now, you change back, and we'll forget this ever happened" she said.

 

I took a deep breath.

"But you've never told me what *you* want" I said.

"How sweet! Just like a girl, to consider someone else's feelings. I can tell which way you are leaning."

I smiled at the compliment.

"I'll tell you the truth" she said. "It *really* turns me on to see you looking so pretty. Why do you think I've been so hungry to make love, even if it is to myself? Just seeing you with boobs on your chest makes my heart jump. I want to be with you. But I want you to be a woman."

"Then that is what I want too" I said. "I want to become a woman, like you."

"Are you sure?" she said. "If you continue, you're giving up all control over yourself to me. I am going to fully dominate you, and drive out the last of the male qualities in you. You're going to become incapable of making a decision without me. You will become weak, while I become strong."

"I want this" I said. "More than anything."

 

"Then I want you to put this on" she said, holding out a jewelry box for me. I opened it, and inside was a diamond engagement ring! It was sized perfectly for my hand. I slipped it on to my ring finger.

"Now you are my woman" she said.

"I am your woman" I replied.

 

We went home, and put away my new clothes. Then Christine showed me something special she had for me. First, there was a glue she bought, which was made to hold me fake boobs in place, even without a bra. She showed me how to use it, and I held them in place as the glue dried. When that was done, I could stand up, without wearing a bra, and still have the boobs stay in place. Between that and my gaff, I looked *so* much like a woman, even naked.

Next, she had frilly red thong panties for me. In the front, the lace made a shape like a butterfly. I put them on, and the barely covered my little bit of pubic hair I had left after shaving the rest.

 

After that, she had me put on this red came top, with a built-in bra, which left the top half of my fake boobs exposed. It was very form fitting, with the red fabric ending just above my hips, and transitioning into a little frilly black skirt. Next, there was a pair of dark nylons, and a red lace garter belt, which I put on. I was in lingerie, from head to toe now.

 

I turned to see what Christine was up to. She had been dressing herself in a different outfit. She was in a very tight leather corset, and a tight leather skirt. She had on dark nylons, and she was holding a whip. I felt so intimidated looking at her.

"I am going to completely dominate you" she said. "You are *mine* now."

 

She made me get on my knees. She handed me the dld, and made me suck it on my own. Then she ordered me to take off my panties, and get on the bed. I did as she asked.

"Spread your legs apart" she said. "Move yourself up to the edge of the bed. Now take your dld, and put it into yourself."

"But my gaff just has a fake opening" I said. "I can't put it in there."

"That wasn't where I was asking you to put it" she said. "Try lower."

I hesitated. I didn't want to put it into myself like that!

"Or do I need to hit you with my whip? I will you know. I can administer as much pain as I need to. Or will you be a good girl?"

I was so afraid of pain! I always had. As much as I didn't like the idea, I did as she ordered me. I pointed the head of the dld at myself, and slowly started to work it in. It was a little painful at first, but soon I had it inside of me.

I looked up at Christine, feeling helpless. But now, things were even worse: she was tying leather straps around her legs and waist. There was a flat spot in the front over her crotch, with a circular attachment. I wondered what it was for, until I saw her take out *another* dld, and lock it there, in place. A strap-on! Under her leather skirt, she now had a large black dld protruding out, pointing at me!

"Take that little one out" she said. "Turn around, with your hands on the bed."

 

I did as she asked. I was trembling all over. I felt her come at me from behind. At first, she explored me a bit. Then she put herself into me. I yelped a little at the initial pain of it.

"Now you're really a woman" she said.

 

She went at me hard for a while. Then mercifully, she stopped, and ordered me to my knees. My legs were jelly, and I kind of collapsed into a pile. She took off her strap-on, and pulled her skirt up. She walked over to me, spread her legs apart a little, and ordered me to do her with my tongue.

I did as she commanded, licking her clit until she came. She told me to put my finger up her butt as I licked her, so I did that too.

"You belong to me now" she said. "You are *my* woman. You are completely mine, in every way. There is no more you; you are just an extension of me. You will obey me in all things. Any failure to do so will result in excruciating pain. You are mine, and you will act like it at all times. You are Alexa now. You are a woman. And you are completely mine."

 

I had to sleep on the floor that night, at the foot of her bed. But I didn't mind; at least I was close to her.

 

* * *

 

Thursday was a day full of serving Christine. Whether it was painter her toenails, massaging her feet and her back, doing the housework, or whatever she asked of me. She made me throw out anything in the house which seemed masculine.

My old football trophies were tossed into the trash. My sports equipment, my old copies of playboy, everything. The very last of my male clothes went too. I looked up to her in panic. I had to go to work on Monday.

"Oh yes" she said. "At first, I was thinking of sending you to work, wearing your frilliest lingerie underneath your businessman's suit. But I've changed my mind."

"You have?"

"Yes. Instead, you will go into work on Monday wearing that pretty new blue suit we bought for you yesterday. You will go to your boss, and tell him that you are becoming a woman now, and that your wife will not allow you to wear male clothes anymore."

"Yes Ma'am" I said. I couldn't disobey her. I belonged to her now.

 

She had me load the male clothes into the minivan.

"From now on, you will drive the minivan" she said. "*I* will drive the BMW."

 

I felt so crushed. She got the cool car, while I would be driving the "soccer mom" car. I was shaking as I took my female hormones. Then Christine spent the next few hours giving me lessons. We worked on my posture, my walk, how I sat, how I moved, and how I held my arms.

Then we worked on how to better apply makeup, and how to do my hair. We spent hours, so I could learn to be a better woman.

 

We watched a movie together on the couch, as I gave her a back rub. Then we went upstairs. I went down on her, then she did me with her strap-on. When we were done, she had a new order for me.

"Starting tonight, you will sleep in the other bedroom" she said. "Go move your clothes there. You will live there from now on. Now go! Get to work!"

 

I cried myself to sleep that night. I was becoming more of a woman, but I had just been kicked out of my own bedroom.

 

* * *

 

Now it was Friday, almost a week since Christine started turning me into Alexa. In the morning, I was her maid, as usual. I cooked her breakfast, then stood at attention to help her as she ate.

"From now on, you will only eat my scraps" she announced. "I eat first, then you get any leftovers I decide to leave for you. If you are bad, I will make you throw them all away, and you will starve. But if you are very obedient, and act like a proper waitress, I may be kind and leave you something to eat for yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am" I said.

 

After I ate the little bit she left for me, I took my female hormones, then cleaned up the kitchen. Christine ordered me to get dressed in something nice, so we could go out. Once again, it was off to the mall, where she had me try on more clothes, and build up a larger collection for myself.

Then we drove across town, to a medical center.

"What are we here for?" I asked.

"To get a price quote" said Alexa. "You are going to need many surgeries if you are going to look like a real woman. We need to get your nose reduced, fix your chin, get you breast implants, hip implants... all sorts of things. When the doctor is done with you, you won't recognize yourself."

"But plastic surgery is expensive" I said. "How will I pay for all of this?"

"You will work it off. Maids earn a wage. As you work for me, I will deduct your wages from the money you owe me for your surgeries. Now lets go inside, and get you measured up. Needless to say, you will be very cooperative with the doctor, and tell him that you are excited to get all this work done."

"Yes Ma'am" I said.

 

After being poked, prodded and measured, the doctor gave us a list of what he could do, how much it would cost, and a tentative schedule for each procedure. We signed the paperwork, and the receptionist gave me several appointment cards to put into my purse, which would remind me of when I'd be going in. I was scheduled to get a bb job! And to have my face reconstructed to look prettier!

"Soon, you'll look more like a woman than a man" said Christine.

 

After we got home, she sent me out grocery shopping. It was my first time by myself outside as Alexa, and I have to tell you, it was a thrill! I came home, and put everything away, then changed into my maid's uniform. I did housework, while Christine worked out in the basement on the treadmill.

She would ring a bell sometimes, and I would have to come running to bring her a towel, water, or whatever she desired. When she was done, she told me to wipe down the treadmill, to clean up her sweat. She went to take a shower, while I did as she asked.

When she was all showered and cleaned up, she called me upstairs.

"We need to have a little talk" she called out.

 

I ran up the stairs. She was dressed in her leather outfit, with the black skirt. I could see it poking out in the front. She was wearing the strap-on. That made me feel *so* intimidated, to see that thing poking out in front of her.

"Alexa" she said gently, "have a seat on the floor."

I sat down, with my knees together to one side, like she had taught me.

"When I look at you" she said, "I don't see a man. I see a woman. You have joined me in the sisterhood. You are my girlfriend now. My lesbian lover."

 

I felt *so* good. She hadn't showered me with praise for so long. This felt so wonderful!

"And since you're a woman now, you understand how a woman feels. Although I love you, and a woman like you really knows how to please another fellow woman, there is something missing. You give me everything, except that there is one special thing which only a man can do. A woman needs a man Alexa. You fill my emotional needs, but not all of my needs in bed."

"I'll go down on you every day, any time you want" I offered.

"I appreciate that" she said. "But I need something which you just can't do to me. I have needs Alexa. I need to feel a *man* with me. A strong man, with his hard hairy chest, and his big arms. I want to see him get turned on by my body. I want to feel him as he puts himself up inside my special place. I want to make him come inside me. I need a man Alexa. A real man."

"But we're lovers!" I said, feeling the tears starting to well up in my eyes. "We're a couple! I thought we were lesbians!"

"You are" said Christine, "But I'm not. That only fills part of my needs. I need a man."

"But..." I started to say, but she put her finger in front of her mouth and said "shhhh".

 

"You're a woman Alexa. You're not a man, are you?"

"No" I said. "I'm not."

"And you agree that a girl needs a man?"

"Yes" I said, conceding the point.

"Now I've read those stories of yours from the internet" she said, which was a shock. I couldn't believe that she knew I did that!

"And when the protagonist of your stories gets caught, and his wife turns him into a woman, what always happens next?

"She gets another man for herself" I said.

"Exactly. Just like in the fantasies you have. I am making your dreams come true Alexa. I am going to take another man as a lover. When you see me in his arms, our lips together in a passionate kiss, it is only at that moment that you will truly understand that you are no longer a man. Part of you still has this delusion that you could go back. It is for *you* that I am doing this too Alexa. You need that last vestige of maleness crushed within you. This is the only way Alexa. I'm going to make you 100% woman on the inside."

 

I was kind of in shock with this news. I had thought at first that this was all just a game. Then I had slowly come to realize it was a *permanent* change. But I was still happy with it. I would still be with Christine. But now, even that was gone. She was going to hook up with another man! Even as a woman, I couldn't satisfy her. I felt so small, so little, so crushed.

"His name is Paul" she said. "This is his phone number. I want you to call him now, and invite him over."

 

Me! I had to call the man who was going to come over and bang my wife! But I couldn't say no. I couldn't defy her. I felt like I *had* to obey her. My hand was trembling as I picked up the phone, and dialed the number.

 

"Hello?" said a deep masculine voice.

"Paul?" I said, softly and weakly, as I tried not to cry.

"Yup" he replied.

"Um, hi. This is Christine's friend Alexa" I said.

"Oh yeah, she said her chick friend would be calling me. What's up babe?"

 

I felt so weak. I felt so intimidated by his voice!

"Um, ah, she wanted to see if you could come over right now."

"Oh yeah" he said. "This is gonna rock. I think she's gonna bang me tonight. Cool. See you soon babe."

 

"Well?" asked Christine, as I hung up the phone.

"He's coming over" I said, my voice breaking up as the tears started.

"There, there" said Christine. "Don't worry. I'm just going to f&ck him. It's just sex honey, not love. I'm just using him for his penis. You just proved your true love to me. Doing this had to be the hardest thing in the world. I know now that you are truly devoted to me."

I looked up at her, like a puppy dog does to its owner. I loved her so much.

 

Christine told me to pull down my panties, and lean over the bed. I knew what was coming, as she lubricated her strap-on. But this time, after she put it deep inside of me, she told me to stand up, and look at myself in the mirror. I did, as she put her hands on my fake boobs.

"Look at yourself, being f&cked" she said. "You *are* a woman now Alexa. You *are* a woman."

 

 

When she was done with me, Christine had me help her dress up in a pretty outfit that would show her body off for Paul. A short hot pink ruffled skirt, frilly light pink panties, and a glossy lavender cami with a deep V-neck did the trick, along with a nice pair of white pumps. She had me stay in my maid's uniform.

 

"In front of Paul, or any other company for that matter, you are to address me as Ms. Walton" she said. "You should start practicing that now, so you don't forget."

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said.

Walton was her maiden name. Not my last name, which she took when we married.

"When we have company, you will serve them as you serve me. Take his jacket and hang it up. Offer him a drink. Ask if there is anything you can do for him. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said, eager to please her.

 

We waited downstairs, and it was only a few moments later when the doorbell rang. She nodded for me to go get the door. I had never opened the door for anyone dressed as a woman, let alone in a skimpy maid's outfit. I walked to the door, my high heels clicking on the floor. I hoped my makeup looked good.

I opened the door, and saw a tall handsome man standing there.

"You must be Paul" I said. "Come in please."

He did, but he didn't even look at me. His eyes were glued on Ms. Walton. My wife.

 

"Can I take your jacket please?" I asked.

He handed me his jacket, again without breaking eye contact with Ms. Walton. She ran up to him, like a schoolgirl in love, and flung her arms around him, as her face lit up in a smile. He responded by patting her on the butt, and giving her a kiss.

"Hey babe" he said.

"Mmmm, I can feel that 'little Paul' is excited to be here tonight" said Ms. Walton.

They both laughed, as I stood there.

 

"Can I get a drink for you?" I asked. "Would you like anything?"

"I like *her*" he said, giving my wife another squeeze. "But how about whiskey on the rocks."

"Certainly" I said. "And for you Ms. Walton?"

"I'll have a white wine spritzer please Alexa."

 

I scurried off to the kitchen, where I prepared the drinks, and put them on a silver tray. When I returned to the livingroom, they were seated together on the couch. He had his arm around her, and she was leaning in towards him, with a huge smile on her face.

"I didn't know you had a maid" he said, as he took the drink from my tray.

"I'm sorry, I should have introduced you earlier" she said. "Paul, this is Alexa. She used to be my husband, ut as you can see she is no longer a man. She is becoming a woman now."

"I can see that" he said, looking me up and down, which made me feel very uncomfortable. I couldn't believe that Ms. Walton had just told him about me like that! I looked at her, but her eyes were locked onto his. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I felt weak. He seemed so strong. She was right; seeing him with her made me feel like I could never be a man.

 

They went upstairs now. He had his hand on her butt as the went upstairs.

"Alexa, you can stay down here honey" she said, looking back to me, and giving me a wink.

 

I stood there, as they disappeared from my sight. I could hear her give out a squeal of delight, then I heard the door slam shut. Not long after, I heard the bed creaking, and her screaming in delight. Even through the floor, I could hear her yelling.

"Oh baby!" she moaned. "F&ck me harder! Yes!!! YES!!!!"

 

He was doing my wife, while I was standing around wearing a maid's uniform. He was fondling her breasts, while I was here with fake breasts glued onto my chest. He had his dick inside her sweet pussy, while I was scheduled for an appointment to get my dick removed, so I could have a pussy of my own. I didn't feel like a woman, so much as I felt that I wasn't a man.

 

"Alexa! Come here! We need drinks" yelled Christine.

I went upstairs, with another round on my tray. I found them in the bed, with just the sheet pulled over them. They both had the biggest smiles on their faces.

"Thank you, that will be all for now" said Ms. Walton, point me to go out the door. I went downstairs, where I could hear them go another round.

 

When they came downstairs, her hair was all disheveled. She was clinging to him, as they sat together. They wanted more drinks, which I brought.

"Alexa, my feet are sore" said Ms. Walton. "Come rub them for me."

 

I got on my knees, and started to rub her feet, as she flirted with Paul. She ignored me, and just talked to him.

"Oh honey, you were so good" she said. "You're so big! I can't believe how good that was!"

"There's more where that came from, babe" he said. "I could f*ck you every night."

"I hope you do" she replied.

 

Finally, at long last, he told her he had to get going. I got his coat for him, and handed to him. Then I opened the door for him, after he gave Ms. Walton a kiss goodnight. When he left, I was crying. Ms. Walton was still my wife, and it felt so belittling for a man to be with her like that!

She asked me to sit down at her feet, which I did, as she tried to console me.

"First of all Alexa, you know that I love you, don't you?" she said.

I nodded weakly.

"Remember honey, this is what *you* chose. I offered you a chance to go back to being a man. But you wanted to be my woman."

"I didn't know it would be like this! I can't stand to see him with you! I want to go back to being a man!"

"I'm sorry, but it's too late dear. You're past the point of no return. You are incapable of ever being a man again. You're a chick now, and for the rest of your life."

 

What had I done? I felt sickened.

"Besides" she said, "You gave yourself over to me completely, remember? You are my property now. *I* decide what you want. and I have decided that I want you to be a woman. Just think of it! I have a perfect woman lover, who is my slave and my maid. And I can have all the handsome men I want to fulfill my needs in bed. A perfect life for me! No, *I* don't want this to end."

 

I looked up at her, realizing that I no longer held my own fate in my hands.

"In fact," she continued, "Every day, you are going to become more and more feminine, until you really are a woman. Now lets get back to work on your walk. You're going into the office on Monday, and you need to convince every single one of them that you already are a woman."

 

Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night, yet again.

 

* * *

 

Saturday was hectic. We went out to the mall, and I bought several women's business suits. We also went into the sportswear department, to get more outfits for me. I got a woman's watch and briefcase too.

Then it was back home to work more on my posture, my walk, my tone of voice. I had to relearn how to sit, stand, walk talk and move. From how I held my hands to how I swung my arms needed to be done in the proper feminine manner.

Then it was time to learn how to talk to the girls at work. She called up three of her girlfriends, and we all went out to lunch together. She told me to observe how they all interacted at first, then to try to emulate them. All three of her girlfriends treated me as if I was a real woman. Either they didn't know, or she had set it all up in advance. In either case, it was the most fun I had in a long time! We talked, we laughed, we ate, we gossiped, and it was wonderful to feel like I was accepted as one of the girls.

 

Back home, there were chores to do. I had to weed the garden, do my usual housework, cook, clean, change the sheets on her bed (which now smelled slightly of *him*). After I showered and shaved my legs, she finally allowed me to go down on her! Then she did me with her strap-on, after I got on my knees and sucked it for her.

"Soon you'll have a pussy of your own" she cooed into my ear as she rammed it in and out. "Then I can do you from the front. In two weeks, you'll have your breast implants. And just a few months after that, the last operation so that you really will be a woman."

 

I laid in bed dreaming of what it would feel like.

 

* * *

 

The first half of Sunday was all my maid work. Ms. Walton made up a schedule for me, of which tasks needed to be done which days. Since I would be working on weekdays, the list for the weekends was much longer and harder! But I got through all my work.

 

I put away the vacuum, and she called me over.

"Alexa, call Paul for me" she said. "I'm feeling naughty, and I want to have him."

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said, as she licked her lips.

I called him, and told him that she wanted him to come over right away.

"Tell that foxy babe that I'll be there in ten minutes" he said.

I relayed the message, as Ms. Walton made sure her hair was all straight.

"You know" she said to me, as she added more rouge to her cheeks, "You can go out and find your own man Alexa. You're still mine, but I'll let you date men if you want to get banged too."

"No!" I said. "I only want you!"

"I might have to move in with Paul, and give you up" she said.

"No!!!!!" I protested.

"I will, unless you prove to me tonight that you are completely mine."

"I'll do anything!!! I swear!" I said.

 

"Will you?" she said. "All right, you can show me. First of all, this form will have your paycheck put directly into a bank account that only *I* control. You won't see one cent of your money each week. Sign here."

I signed it, at the 'x'.

 

"This document gives me full power of attorney over all of your affairs. Sign this, so I can transfer the house into my name only, along with the care, your savings, your gold coin collection, and everything else."

I signed that one too.

 

"Good" she said. "Now come upstairs with me."

I followed her into her bedroom.

"I've prepared a spot here for your in the closet" she said. "If you say back here, with the door ajar like this, you'll have a clear view of the bed. I want you to watch every moment, as my man makes love to me. I want you to suck on your dld as you do, imagining that it is *you* in the bed with him."

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said.

I would do *anything* to keep her!

 

Just then I heard the doorbell ring.

"Quickly! Get into your spot!" she said.

I did, and she closed the door most of the way. I could see the bed. She ran off downstairs, and I could hear muffled voices. It wasn't even ten minutes before they came back upstairs. I had to watch her get on her knees, and unzip the fly on Paul's blue jeans. Then she reached inside, pulled out his manhood, and started to suck on it. I took the dld as she asked, put it in my mouth, and imagined that I was doing the same.

After a while, they stood up, and he took her clothes off. He touched her all over, and she melted in his arms. She bent over the bed, and he put himself into her pussy from the back. Then she got up on the bed, spread her legs wide open, and he got on top of her. She was screaming full out, something she had never done with me.

 

After they were done, Paul put on his clothes, and left. I heard the door downstairs shut.

"Come here Alexa" said Ms. Walton.

I got up out of the closet, and came to the side of the bed. She was still laying there, her legs spread. She was naked except for the black pumps she still wore.

"Alexa, I want you to go down on me now" she said. "Suck me clean. He really put a lot into me. I want you to suck out every last drop. Now."

I got on my knees. I had to do this. I had to shower her how devoted to her I was! I couldn't lose her to him! I put my mouth onto her, and tasted a strange unfamiliar taste of a man. I did as she asked. I sucked out every last drop for her.

 

"Tell me Alexa, would you do *anything* for me?" she said, when I was finally done.

"Yes Ms. Walton! Anything!"

"Would you date a man if I asked you to?"

"Yes Ms. Walton!" I said.

"Good. I want you to prove it to me. Tomorrow, when you go into your old job as a woman for the first time, I am giving you an assignment. Talk to the girls, find out which guy is the horniest single man, and ask him out on a date. Call me on my cell phone the moment you do."

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said, taking mental notes. I was so excited that she was going to stay with me! I loved her so much. She was so kind.

 

* * *

 

"You know Alexa" she said later that night, as I was painter her toenails, "I first picked you out, because I saw all of the feminine tendencies you had. I realized right away that I'd be able to fully control you, and turn you into my willing slave. I realized that I could make you become a woman for me, and that you would be all mine."

I didn't look up from my important work. Her toenails had to be perfect!

"I had dated several women" she said, "but contrary to the stereotype, women are *strong*. I needed a weak partner. That was why I picked a man. I saw you in the mall, staring at women's shoes, arching your feet as you pretended to be wearing heels. That was the moment I knew that I had to have you. From the first time I laid eyes on you, this is what I had planned."

"Yes Ms. Walton" I said.

 

"Now you are my woman Alexa, and you are mine completely. I can't wait until Friday when you and your new boyfriend will go out with Paul and I. We'll double date! Won't that be fun? I'll have a man for myself, and you'll have a man too. I'll even let you wear a pair of my panties, so you'll remember all evening that you're mine."

"Thank you Ms. Walton" I said. She was so kind and generous.

"Of course, until you have a pussy of your own, you'll be limited to going down on your dates. But men like that, don't they?"

"I wouldn't know Ms. Walton. I'm a woman" I said.

"Yes you are, my sweet little Alexa. Yes you are."

  

  

  

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