Whipped

by Jennifer White

        

I took another sip of the beer. It was kind of warm, but what did you expect at a bar like this? I was still on my first glass, but all of my buddies were already lit up, working on the second pitcher. I sipped my water with lemon instead. The beer just didn't taste good to me.

"Wow" said Paul. "Jodi really has you pussy-whipped, doesn't she? You don't even drink beer anymore."

"That's not fair" I said. "Don't say things like that about her! I'm just not in the mood for beer."

"Not in the mood for beer?" laughed Frank. "You used to out-drink us all!"

"Yeah, and last time we went out, you ordered some fruity-girlie drink!"

"So? Maybe I just don't like warm beer anymore."

They all laughed at me. In fact, all night they had been merciless, in that ways that only guys can be. What a strange way to express your friendship, by picking on each other. I wanted to get out of there and go home. I had enough of them by this point!

"You're so pussy-whipped, that you're even starting to *act* like a girl" said Thomas.

"I am not!" I protested.

"Well, lets see. First of all, you've been growing your hair long" said Frank.

"So do a lot of rock stars and movie actors" I replied. "Its fashionable. Plus, Jodi likes it that way."

They all snickered. I would have to remember not to justify my decisions by citing my wife as a reference! Not with these guys.

"Then there's the way you dress. You used to show up in jeans and a T-shirt. Now you're in tan slacks, a powder blue shirt, and what is up with those shoes? Does your wife dress you too?"

"You're noticing my shoes, and you're saying there's something wrong with *me*?" I shot back.

"You used to flirt with the waitress, and ogle all the girls" said Thomas. "But no more. Aren't you interested in girls?"

They all laughed at me.

"I happen to be very happily married. I have everything I want at home. Why should I flirt with someone else?"

I was feeling quite upset at them by now. Their harsh language. The way they teased me, it really hurt my feelings! They made fun of my mannerisms. They made fun of the fact that I kept my nails nicely trimmed and filed. Thomas even accused me of acting like I was a chick!

"My girlfriend acts just like this when she hangs out with the guys" he said. "Yup. You're acting just like her."

"That's it" I said. "I've had quite enough of this. You've really hurt my feelings."

I turned away angrily, and stormed out the door. I was so upset that I had to wipe away a couple of tears from my eyes as I drove home. Fortunately, there were a few tissues in the little bag that Jodi had given me to keep in my car. I picked it up by the strap, undid the snap, dug past the lip balm and the change pouch, so I could find a tissue. Then I replaced my bag on the back seat, after snapping it back shut.

When I arrived at home, I was still very upset, and I quickly found Jodi, so I could discuss my feelings with her. I needed someone I could talk to, to tell her about the emotional wreck I was now. Talking to Jodi really made me feel better.

"You learned a valuable lesson today" she said, after she listened patiently to everything I said. "Those guys are just no good for you. Why put yourself through all that again?"

She had told me before that they were bad news. I hadn't listened to her. She was right again, like always. Look what a mess I had gotten myself into. I decided that I would take her advice.

"You're right" I said. "That is the last time I'm ever going out with them."

Jodi reached over, ran her hands through my long straight hair, then kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm so proud of you" she said.

I felt shivers all over. I just loved how it felt for her to touch me like that!

"Come on" she said, as she picked up her cell phone. "I think a couple of my friends were going out tonight. We could join up with them, and have some *real* fun."

"Sounds good to me" I replied.

Fifteen minutes later, we were sitting around the table with six of Jodi's girlfriends from work. We were talking, laughing, drinking yummy strawberry daiquiris, and just having a great time. At one point, someone put a few songs out on the jukebox, and we all went out on the dance floor. It was so much fun hanging out with her friends.

On the way home, I told her what a great time I had, and how we should just hang out with her friends from now on. She smiled, as she drove us back to our little house in the suburbs. After such a long day, we were both tired. We brushed our teeth, put on our pajamas, and went into bed. Jodi liked to relax me to sleep by rubbing my neck and shoulders as I lay on my stomach. She was cooing in my ear, telling me how wonderful I was, when I slipped away to dreamland...

* * *

I woke up with a smile. It was Saturday morning, and I was going to be able to relax all weekend. Jodi was already up, getting dressed. The towel around her head told me that she had just washed her hair. I felt like I needed a shower too.

"Hmm" I said, as I scratched my leg.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked.

"My legs feel all itchy this morning. Its not like an insect bite, they just itch everywhere!"

"Well I think its from all that hair you have on them" she said, as she pulled on her jeans. "If you got rid of it, I bet that would fix your itch. And you'd be much cooler for summer."

"That's a great idea!" I said, wondering why I hadn't thought of it. I went into the bathroom and started the shower, as she began to blow-dry her hair. After I lathered up, I used her pink shaver, and started to do my legs. She was right; they did feel much better as soon as the hair was off of them. It felt so good in fact, that I just couldn't stop. I shaved the hair off my chest too, and even under my arms. I made quite a mess in the drain though, so as soon as I dried off, I cleaned it up.

"You're so thoughtful" she said, as she smiled at me. "Here, put this soothing cream on too. Your skin looks dry to me."

"Thanks" I said, taking the tube from her. It was kind of smelly, like lavender, but it did feel good as I put it on. I felt very happy, and I hummed as I put on my boxers. Now I needed to decide what to wear. I opened the closet, and I was surprised to find a new outfit on a pair of hangers, waiting for me to try it on. Jodi did this for me from time to time, picking out a new outfit, and leaving it for me to find in the closet.

First I put on the shirt. It was white, shiny and smooth. It felt really wonderful against my bare skin. Now I went to put on my new pants. They were teal, and just about 3/4 length. I decided that they would be nice and cool for summer. I pulled them on, but they were just a little tight at the waist. But they looked and felt wonderful.

"I guess I need to go on a diet" I said.

"You're wonderful" replied Jodi, as she gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Do you want to go out to breakfast with some of my other girlfriends from work? They were meeting for brunch."

"Sure, that sounds fun!" I replied.

Soon, she was driving me to the restaurant, where we met up with them. Several of the girls complimented me on my looks, which made me feel proud and wonderful. We had such a good time talking, nibbling on fresh fruits and yogurt. It was so much fun being with Jodi's friends! Our time together just zipped by.

Jodi and I went shopping after that. She needed some new clothes. I stood there holding her purse for her, as she tried on various outfits, then came to ask me what I thought about them. She also looked at new shoes, again asking for my input. It was so nice that she valued what *I* had to say on the subject.

We went grocery shopping next, then brought it all home and put it away. I then helped her prepare for dinner, chopping the veggies, deboning the chicken, and whatever else she needed. We drank wine while we cooked, and we had a great time! After dinner we sat on the couch, finishing off the wine, and talking to each other until we were both too tired to say awake any longer.

As usual, she rubbed my shoulders to relax me, as she whispered in my ears. I couldn't quite make out the words, as I fell of to a deep, happy sleep...

* * *

I woke up in the morning feeling great. Jodi was already out of bed, and I could hear her clanging dishes around downstairs. I went to our adjoining bathroom, and brushed my teeth before getting dressed. Laid out for me was the same pants as yesterday with a different shirt. This one was a tank top style. I put it on first, then picked up my pants.

But as I held them in my hand, my eyes caught sight of something. Jodi's dresser had an open drawer. Laying on the top, open to my view, was a pair of pink cotton panties. Seeing them suddenly made me feel very excited. The looked so comfortable. They looked so cute. They would be so nice to wear under my 3/4 teal pants. I found myself picking them up. The urge to try them on was almost irresistible.

I looked around. She was nowhere in sight. She would never know. What harm could it do? I smiled as I pulled them on. They felt so good against my skin! Wow, it was almost satisfying to feel them snug against me. I pulled on my pants, and I tingled all over with good feelings, just from wearing them.

I went downstairs, and Jodi had breakfast all ready for me. She fed me grapefruit, tea, juice, oatmeal and a veggie omelet. When we were done eating, she asked if I'd be a dear and clean the kitchen. Of course I was glad to do that, after she went through the trouble of cooking for me! I smiled as I did the dishes, wiped down the table, scrubbed the stove, then dried and put away the pots and pans.

"You're such a wonderful help around the house" she said, giving me a kiss on my cheek. "Would you be a dear, and help me with the vacuuming now?"

"Of course" I said.

I got the vacuum out of the closet, and started on the rugs. I felt almost giddy as I did the chores. It felt so good to be helping her out like this. She was reading her copy of Cosmo, while I helped clean the house. How wonderful it all was! I tingled all over whenever I thought about the fact that I was wearing *her* panties, while doing the chores. It just made me feel good all over!

"Look at this" she said, showing me a model in the glossy magazine. "Do you like that look?"

"Very much" I said. "Cute."

"I'm glad you like it" she said. "I need to go do some shopping. There is a list of chores for you to do that I left on the counter. Do you think you can have these all done by the time I get back?"

"I'll be sure to" I said, looking at the list.

Jodi kissed me, and whispered into my ear. I couldn't quite make out the words, but her tone of voice told me that she loved me. I watched her walk out the door, her skirt swishing as her hips swayed from side to side. As soon as she left, I started on the list. First off: empty the dryer, then fold and put away the clothes.

I got out a laundry basket, and emptied the dryer. I took it upstairs, and began to fold up the pairs of my boxers and her panties. I giggled as I thought about the fact that I was wearing a pair of them! But then I picked up the next item: one of her bras. I held it in my hand, feeling the silky lining on the inside, the soft padding, the lacy outer part, and the thin straps for going over your shoulder.

As I realized that it was an exact match to the panties I was wearing, I suddenly felt the urge to put the bra on too. Then I'd match top and bottom. The panties had felt so good to wear. I just knew that putting on the bra would fill me with an even *better* sensation. I just *had* to try it on, to see how it felt.

Before I even realized it, I was taking off my tank top so I could put the bra on. Just as I knew it would, the moment I started to try it on, I was rewarded with such a feeling of pleasure that my knees buckled, and I almost fell over! When I had it in place, then put my tank top back on over the top of it, chills were still running up and down my spine, and I felt *so* good that I almost forgot to get back to work.

Somehow I gathered enough concentration to fold the rest of the laundry and put it all away in the proper place. Then I went to the next items in the list: clean the bathroom mirror, dust the shelves, sweep out the garage, and finally make the bed with a fresh set of sheets. Of course, the dirty ones needed to be put into the washing machine, so I did that too. She didn't even ask, and I knew to do it. She would be so proud of me!

I tingled all over as I did all these chores. I felt *so* good! Jodi would be so happy with me! When I heard her car in the driveway, I hurried to greet her at the door. She had several shopping bags, which I took from her and carried into the kitchen.

"You've done such a wonderful job with the chores while I was gone. You are really something!" she said as she put her arms around me.

"I'm glad to help you" I replied, as she gave me another kiss, on the cheek as always.

Her hands touched my face, then worked their way down to my shoulders. As her lips pressed into mine and her tongue started to trace a circle inside my mouth, her hands worked further down until they were right over my nipples. I was worried that she'd feel I had her bra on under my shirt, but it didn't seem to phase her one bit. She kept rubbing me there, and it felt delightful. My penis responded by getting a huge erection.

Jodi released her mouth from mine, and moved it towards my ear. She whispered something I couldn't make out, but the sound of her voice sent chills all over my body. Suddenly, as she continued to touch my chest, I had a vision that I was standing there with her, doing just what we were doing, except that in my vision, I had breasts. Large full ones. Me! It was shocking to say the least.

But as soon as that image popped up in my mind, I got even harder for some reason. And then a really strange thought entered my mind: I suddenly wished that I had boobs. I tried to think about something else, but there it was: I wished I had boobs. I felt almost a panic as I tried to deny it to myself, but the thought just kept repeating, echoing in my mind. The echoes repeated back more and more, and the noise of it grew louder and louder.

I felt my mouth trying to form words, and I tried to stop it from happening, but suddenly I let it blurt out.

"I wish I had boobs" I said.

"You do?" said Jodi, who seemed overjoyed by it for some reason. "I'm so happy you feel that way."

She led me by the hand over to the table where she had left the shopping bags. She opened one up, and handed me a box. It read "breast forms, D-cup". I felt a chill as I opened the box and took one out in my hand. I just *needed* to feel what it was like to have it inside my bra, making my chest push out. I slid it in, while Jodi handed me the second one. Soon that was in to, and looking in the mirror, it seemed as if I had breasts!

My hard-on was now even bigger, if that was possible. I felt myself throbbing down there. Even without being touched, I was about to come in my own panties. In the mirror, there I was, but with boobs on my chest. As if I was a girl. It suddenly struck me: I wanted to have boobs so much, because I wanted to be a girl! As that thought started to echo in my head, Jodi led me to the bedroom.

She went to her dresser and the closet, and soon she had a skirt and a pair of pantyhose laid out for me on the bed. Enthusiastically, I took off my pants. I didn't even think about the fact that she'd see that underneath, I had her panties on. That didn't enter my mind. All I could think of was putting on the pantyhose. And then the skirt. I wanted to be a girl. I *wanted* to be a girl!

I didn't try to protest as Jodi sat me down, and proceeded to make my face up with a wide assortment of her cosmetics. I gladly held out my hand as she worked on my nails, shaping them, then polishing them bright red. She whispered into my ear as she worked on my long hair, making it look pretty. With every little step, I felt more and more feminine.

And the more feminine I felt, the more I *liked* it. I wanted to be a girl! I wanted to be a girl! The words were echoing in my head so loudly now, I couldn't drown them out, and I couldn't stop them.

"I want to be a girl" I said out loud to her.

Jodi kissed me on the cheek, and gave me a big hug.

"That is *so* wonderful" she gushed. "I'm very proud of you."

She opened a drawer, and removed a bottle of pills.

"These are female hormone pills. Estrogens and such. Do you want to take one?"

"Definitely!" I said, taking two from the bottle. I washed them down with water from the glass on the night stand, and I tingled all over.

"You look very pretty, *Amanda*" said Jodi.

She had called me a girls name! Amanda!

"Thank you" I replied. "It feels so wonderful to be a girl, like you."

"You are a girl now" she told me. "Come sit next to me. Look deep into my eyes."

I sat beside her, and held her hand. She began talking to me in a low quiet voice. I couldn't make out the words, no matter how I strained to hear her. I felt so relaxed. It was funny; I sort of felt like I was going to sleep, but I could still see her. The rest of the room faded from my view, and all I could see was Jodi's face, in a halo of light. I stared at her, and listened.

"You are now in your trance" she said. "Just as you are every night. You will listen to my commands, and you will obey."

"I will obey" said my voice, even though I had not tried to form those words. I felt a little sense of panic. I tried to look away from Jodi, but I could not. I tried to wake up, but that didn't work either. All I could do was to stare at her.

"My commands are your wishes" she said. "You cannot disobey me. You *will* do as I order. You are mine."

"I am yours" said my disconnected voice.

"From this day forward, you will think of yourself as Amanda. You will forget your male name. You will forget that you were ever a man. All you will remember is that since the day you were born, you *wanted* so much to be a girl. You would do anything to become a real woman!"

"I would do anything to become a real woman" I echoed.

But I didn't just say it; I *meant* it, with all my heart. I really did want to become a real woman.

"From this day on, you will be obsessed with becoming as feminine as possible. You will walk like a woman, talk like a woman, think like a woman, and act like a woman at all times. You're not a man; you were never a man. You are not my husband. You are my *girlfriend*. You don't care about manly things anymore. You only care about making yourself pretty. You wish you had *real* boobs. You will go to get implants, as soon as possible, so you can be stacked. You want boobs so much!"

"I want boobs so much" I said.

"You wish you were born with a pussy. You will go to see a doctor to have your penis removed, as soon as possible. You will not be happy until you have a pussy of your own. You wish you had a pussy. You wish you had a pussy."

I wished *I* had a pussy. And I told her so.

"Yes, my darling Amanda. Soon, you will have real boobs, and you will have a pussy, just like me. You enjoy being a woman so much that you will be *so* happy once your female body is complete. You are my girlfriend now. You are a woman. You are Amanda. You are a a woman. You are a woman. You are a woman. You were never a man! You were a woman."

"I am a woman" I said, weakly.

"You are mine, and you will obey me in all things, at all times, even when awake. You are a woman now, and you are mine. You are a girl. You are female. You are Amanda."

"I am Amanda" I said.

"Now go to sleep, my dear girlfriend. When you wake up, you will begin your new, feminine life. Go to sleep Amanda. Now you are a woman."

My eyes felt so heavy, and I started to drift off to sleep. I was sorry that I was passing out, and I didn't have time to put my nightie on, or take my makeup off. Now I would have to clean the sheets tomorrow. But it didn't matter, my girlfriend Jodi would be pleased that I was doing something for her. I was such a happy girl.

The End??????

  

  

  

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