Training and Changing

Training and Changing (part one): type: transgender/female dominant (ff/m ff mm) by: Jenny Moreau date: 1/1/99

The hearing in court had been brief. She had refused to press charges, and the district attorney had reluctantly accepted the plea agreement that his lawyer had put forth. He wouldn't go to prison, and he certainly deserved to go to prison, but he would not be getting off Scot free either. His wife would have him by the balls for the next two years. If he misbehaved, his butt was mud.

He stood before the judge in prison grays and a waist chain to which his hands were tightly cuffed. Additionally his ankles were hobbled by irons that were connected to the chain around his waist. His wife eyed him from the gallery behind what was usually the defense table of the court room. She looked concerned, but she nodded to her shackled husband. The judge gaveled the proceedings to order.

"James Bartlet, you a fortunate man to have such an understanding and forgiving wife. It is only because she was willing to speak on your behalf that you have been spared living the next five years of your life in state prison. As your lawyer has doubtless told you, the district attorney could try you even without your wife's consent if there is enough evidence to convict; and there is Mr. Bartlet! This state has a zero tolerance for the antics of wife beaters."

James Bartlet squirmed as the judge continued. "Nevertheless, bearing in view the fact that your wife has spoken so eloquently on your behalf, I am releasing you into her custody. You will be subject to her direction in every matter whatsoever for the next two years. If at any time she has reason to believe that you are not behaving in a manner consistent with your promises to this court, and so informs us, you will be remanded forthwith to begin serving the prison sentence you so richly deserve. Do you have any questions?"

"No, you honor."

"Then so be it. You are hereby released into your wife's custody. Bailiff you may release Mr. Bartlet from his chains."

They sat in the car saying little for the first half of the two hour drive from Sacramento to San Francisco. Finally the tension got the better of her husband. He looked over at her as she drove the two year old Ford sedan across the rolling hills of Northern California. "Honey, thank you again for what you did. I mean not pressing charges." He paused to see if she would reply. She did not. "Aren't you going to talk to me at all," he said filled with fear that she would not.

"There is nothing to say James. At least not at the moment. But you are welcome. It is the last time though James. The next time, if there is a next time, you are going to go to prison, and I will not lift a finger to save you."

"Jen, there is never ever going to be a next time. That's why I agreed to see the shrink."

"You agreed to see the psychologist because if you didn't you would have gone to jail. I know it, and you know it."

"Yes, but I want to go. I want to change. I will do anything to keep you. You know that."

"Do I? I'm not so sure. I don't even know if I want to go through the experience of helping you to change your ways. Well, I guess I'm going to, but you had better not disappoint me James. You just had better not."

James Bartlet, had never understood what possessed him to hit his wife. But he had -- often. His two arrests, and the countless police calls to their home had done it for judge Sylvia Bailey. She'd given him a choice: do it her way, or go to jail. James had agreed to her conditions: obedience to his wife's wishes, extensive counseling, and monitoring of his behavior by a third party. The counselor would be Dr. Melanie Jackson, and the monitor would be Jenny's half sister Janie Wells. Janie would be moving in in a couple of days. Today the Bartlets were going to have their first face to face with Dr. Jackson.

James settled back for the rest of the ride. He was apprehensive, but he had told the truth to Jenny; he really did want the help. He hoped that she would come to realize it soon.

She pulled into the parking garage of the upscale office building in downtown San Francisco, and the two of them grabbed their coats, the legal papers, and a deep breath or two and entered the building. In moments they were in a tastefully appointed office foyer. They were ushered in to the office of Dr. Jackson by a singularly pretty receptionist and told it would be only a minute's wait. It was a two minute wait.

"Good afternoon, you are the Bartlets?" greeted a petite and strikingly pretty woman in her early forties. Melanie Jackson, had been even prettier as a coed twenty years before, and still had little to apologize for in that department. Her auburn hair tumbled down to the mid-point of her back and her shapely hips and teenagerish breasts spoke of a woman who knew what a gym was for. James was distressed to feel himself fighting an erection. Jenny, he hoped, had not noticed.

"Yes, ma'am," said Jenny.

"James," said James sticking out his hand, "and this is Jenny, my wife."

"Of course," said the older woman. "I understand you are here at the court's behest." "Yes, ma'am," answered Jenny. "We have a problem that we have to deal with and solve."

The doctor was mildly surprised that Jenny would use the term "we" to describe the need for rehabilitation. "James, let us get this out in the open, so we can speak freely. It is not Jenny who needs to be rehabilitated here it is you. Judge Bailey is a friend of mine, and I am fully cognizant of the entire matter. That said, I do want to thank you both for coming, and I hope that we will be able to make progress starting today."

"I understand," filled in James as th doctor stopped for a moment to look at him. "You are of course right. It is my fault we are here. And I completely understand what kind of punishment awaits me if I don't do something fast to stop doing what I've been doing."

"I want to talk to you as a couple, but I need to speak to you individually first," said the doctor. "So Jenny, if you would not mind waiting for me in the outer office for a little while, while I speak with James."

"No, of course not," answered Jenny. She stood, turned, and left the office without further discussion.

James looked down at the floor. He'd never been in a place where he felt more vulnerable, less in control.

"Well James, why do you think it is that you do it?" asked the doctor breaking the silence.

"I don't really know doctor. I really don't. Sometimes I just feel myself getting madder and madder, usually over nothing, and then I explode."

"You mean you hit Jenny."

"Yes ma'am. I am always sorry afterward, but I guess that doesn't matter anymore. If I lose control again; it's all over." James was suddenly earnest. "I'll do anything doctor, anything, to keep my wife. Please isn't there a drug, or some kind of training that can guarantee success. I have to succeed, and I'll be honest; I'm afraid."

"Yes, to both questions James. And I do understand your fear. If you are truly serious about wanting to change, we may need to use both of those things to achieve the success you're asking for."

"Doctor, I said anything, and I really meant it. Just save my marriage, that's all I ask.

"James, are you jealous of Jenny?"

"Huh?"

"Are you jealous of Jenny? It's not a trick question. You have all the classic symptoms, to put it in layman's terms, of a husband that feels inadequate and gets angry with his wife because she doesn't, feel inadequate that is."

"I-I-don't know." Suddenly James wondered if the woman across the desk from him had seen inside his darkened mind. It seemed so logical to him. God, what if it was true!

"How's your sex life James?"

James was again caught off guard. He knew shrinks asked questions like that, but he had not been ready for it. "Average, I guess," he answered lamely. "I mean we `have' a sex life. And you see how pretty my wife is; she still turns me on. But we don't do much that makes it as exciting as it was for us in the beginning. Like I say, average."

"I see. What penance do you think you owe for all that you have done, James?"

"Huh?"

"Do you think you should be made to pay for your sins more directly than you are by merely coming here?"

"I guess so. But..."

"No buts James. I definitely think you need to feel more than a little embarrassment for your deeds. Don't you agree -- really?" She paused for him to let it sink in.

James didn't know what to think, let alone say, so he just nodded his head dejectedly.

They spoke for another fifteen minutes. Melanie Jackson was a believer in shock therapy, and not the technological kind. What she had in mind would work she knew, if and only if Jenny Bartlet was on board. She would find out the answer to that now. Gently dismissing the now worried man; she ushered in his wife.

"Have a seat Jenny; right there." The blond did as she was directed. "Jenny, I am going to ask you some of the same questions I asked James. Is that all right?" Jenny looked at her oddly, but nodded her assent.

"Good. I have had a good first talk with James. He is uncomfortable with some of the things we talked about, but that could not be helped. James needs to be shocked out of his behavior. He simply cannot be allowed to get way with what he has done. Even if you were to divorce him; he'd simply do it again to another woman. We, you and I, must do what we can to cure him once and for all of his bad habits. Don't you agree?"

Jenny let out a long breath of relief; the doctor understood. "Oh, yes ma'am!"

"Jenny, call me Melanie; we're going to be working closely together for the good of all here, and I think you need to think of me as a friend."

"Yes, Melanie, and thank you for your understanding."

"Yes, Jenny, I do understand. Let me ask you, are you willing to go all the way to effect a cure for your husband?"

"Yes, I am, but I don't know if I can. I don't know where to start."

"I do. You have to use your `pussy power,'"

"What!" Jenny Bartlet was completely confused, and not a little shocked at what she had just heard.

"Bear with me Jenny. Let me explain. Your husband feels inadequate to please you. Oh, he can get his cock to stand up if he sees you in a pretty dress, but he can't handle your being so attractive; he's afraid of you; so he lashes out. I would bet the farm, that most of the time when he was hitting you, you were looking especially sexy." The doctor let that hang in the air. Jenny was obviously thinking back. She now realized that it was usually the case that she was dressed for work, and usually sexily, when James had gotten off on her. Sometimes he would force himself on her, but when she resisted, his cock would always go limp, and he'd just tell her to fuck off. Then later that night he'd come unscrewed mentally. She now realized he'd probably been seething that whole day. God, it seemed so clear to her now. "It's true isn't it," continued the doctor.

"Yes-yes it is. But, I still don't know what I can do to stop it."

"You have to control him. To begin with you have to reward and punish him just like you would a puppy as the occasion merits."

"I couldn't punish him. He's not a big man, but he's a lot bigger than me."

"Oh, but yes you can. You will use your sexual charms -- the same ones he's so afraid of losing to make him CRAWL to you begging for forgiveness and his punishment. The secret is that you will absolutely brook no nonsense. He's essentially a little boy. However, I intend to make it easier for you in the beginning. I have a friend who is a gynecologist."

"A gynecologist? What do I need one of those for?"

"You don't necessarily, but he does. You, Jenny, are going to give him some mild hormone pills. Mild at first at any rate."

"What hormones?" "Estrogens. He will mellow out a lot when he starts getting in touch with his female side. A side by the way that most men have."

"Doctor, I married a man. I'm not sure I want a woman for a husband even if he would be less violent."

"You don't have to worry. Dr. Gentry, the gynecologist, will monitor things so that James is not harmed by the pills. And any temporary side effects from the drugs are easily reversible, and you will be in complete control at all times. James needs gentling down and this is the quickest way to get to that goal. He actually begged me for drugs to achieve that very end. He really does love you by the way. He should not, however, be told what sort of drug he will be getting; his male ego would have a hard time with that. Still whether you tell him or not is completely up to you. Like I said, you will be in complete control"

"I...Okay, I guess we could try. God knows I haven't got much confidence in any of my own ideas."

"Good, I've made an appointment for you with Dr. Gentry for this afternoon, so that you would not have to make another trip into the city until next month. She knows the whole story, and will be on call for you as necessary."

"Doctor, can I ask, what kind of punishment should I administer to him if he misbehaves?"

"Corporal punishment. Spank him -- hard! He needs the humiliation to put him in his place. And you must not be in the least bit unsure of yourself. If you are, he'll take advantage of you again, just as he always has. Oh, and do not let him masturbate. He gets no satisfaction unless you allow it, and you should allow it seldom."

"Spank him? Deny him release?"

"Yes, and across the knees for the spanking. With a hairbrush or a slim but thick paddle. Make his first spanking memorable too. Unless I miss my guess he will adore you for it. As for the cock restraints, Dr. Gentry will supply you with what you need."

"Okay, but pussy power? "

"Yes, pussy power. It never fails. I've seen many pussy whipped males, and frankly he is definitely one of them."

They stopped at the office of "James'" new gynecologist -- albeit he didn't know it was his -- and picked up the pills. Additionally, he got the mandatory starter shots required for his "therapy." Dr. Gentry also gave Jenny a small package. "Jenny, this device is a to help control his urges, and to help him fulfill his role as a female. I suggest you attach it to him a soon as you get him home, or very shortly thereafter. Let me explain to you how it works."

After a period of minutes Jenny said,"I understand, but do you think he'll accept it. He could run away."

"I don't think so. he knows what awaits him if he errs," said the doctor. The drive home began quietly. The woman wrestled with her thoughts, and with the instructions that the two female doctors had given her. James was going to need therapy for sure if she implemented all of the ideas she had gleaned from her meetings with the two female professionals. Jenny, finally decided to to take the plunge; she looked over at her husband and sighed. "James, Dr. Jackson said you'd be willing to do anything to save our marriage."

"Yes, anything."

"Good. When we get home, James, I'm going to punish you."

"Huh? What are you talking about. I thought..."

"I'm going to punish you James, and if you give me any trouble, I am out the door. And, if you ever want to get into these pants again, you will obey and take your medicine."

"But honey..."

"Don't `but honey' me. I have made up my mind. I wasn't sure I wanted any part of this, but I am going to give it my best shot. If you learn your lesson, maybe I won't have to punish you too often. I'm going to spank you James, and hard." Jenny Bartlet was proud of herself, of her courage. She sensed a major change was occurring, but was not exactly sure how. She only knew, that for the first time, she felt secure.

James sat in shocked disbelief. He could think of nothing to say. Inwardly he was deciding just what she was capable of. How bad could it be he wondered. She was barely five-foot-one and ninety pounds. He was five-foot-six and a hundred and thirty pounds. He could take it. He'd live through it. Fortunately for James he was unaware of the physics of the matter or he would have been considerably more concerned.

Three hours later the plates were cleared, dishes done, and the house was quiet. James was crossing his fingers. She had not said word one about spanking him since she first mentioned it in the car. She'd gone up stairs to get ready for bed -- he thought. He was wrong. Lounging on the couch, he caught a flash of green coming at him from the hallway. He looked up. What he saw was a vision. Her golden hair flowed over her shoulders. Her green mini skirt could not have been shorter and still have been a skirt. Her delightful ass stuck out in an absolutely captivating way. Her white, sleeveless blouse could not conceal the fact that her B-cup bra was not being worn.

"Honey, you look beautiful!" he said meaning it.

"Thank you James. James, it's time."

He suddenly had a sinking feeling. He knew exactly what she meant. "Time for what?" he asked anyway, hoping against hope.

"Stand up James," she said disregarding his question. He did as she instructed. "Now turn around." again he obeyed. "Put your hands behind your back James." Again he obeyed, but he was slow. She kicked him in the seat of his pants -- hard.

"Honey isn't there someth..."

"Don't honey me James. Your going to get your cumuppance. Get used to the idea and shut up." Gawd how good she felt finally being in control. She had to be careful though. She had to do it right. Pussy power, that was the key. She had to make him like the fact that she was going to punish him. She tied his hands very tightly behind his back. Then bending down she did the same to his ankles effectively hobbling him. Crossing the room she got the straight backed chair that sat there and brought it to the center of the room next to where he stood. He was on her right. He had not seen the item she had placed on the floor next to her. "James I am going to whip you until your butt is raw. If I hear any undue whining I will gag you, and then continue to spank you anyway. Is that clear?"

James almost choked. "I-I-I..."

"Yes, you James. And so that it will hurt more I am going to pull your pants down." She reached over and unfastened his belt. She then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. She then freed his penis and bared his butt by pulling his shorts down too. She smiled to see how hard and big his cock was. She reached over and stroked it lightly. It jumped in her hand. "Now there, that's better. A bare butt spanking ought to make you think twice before you pull your nonsense again dontcha think James?" She almost laughed outright at the forlorn look on her husbands's face. She picked up her paddle, really a bamboo back scratcher, but an especially thick one, and very stiff. He'd remember this spanking that was for sure, she thought.

She pulled her dress back exposing her pink panties and her upper thighs. James noticed with longing the cleft her slit made in the front of those panties. she tapped her left thigh signaling him to assume the position. He took the hint and draped himself over her knees and waited for his spanking to begin. He was almost in tears, and the first blow had not even descended yet. There was nothing he could do. At least he was getting what he deserved from a beautiful woman. Maybe it would hurt less because of it. Jenny stroked his buttocks for a moment -- pussy power she thought --Then she took her hand away. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Four times the paddle rose and fell very fast. Then Jenny rested. She stroked his stinging butt again. Then another four spanks very hard and thankfully also very fast. She rested again. "Those were only the warm up James. Now your real punishment will begin. I am going to give you fifty more, very hard, and very slow. Try to understand that you really deserve this and accept your punishment.

"Yes, ma'am," he said trying to choke back latent tears. She loved hearing him address her as ma'am; he was already showing respect.

His spanking continued for the next twenty minutes. He wiggled and squirmed and his toes danced on the floor. He whined and begged he to stop; but in the main he took his justly deserved punishment pretty well for a first time. The paddle set fire to his ass. He cried, but tried not to be too loud about it; he did NOT want the gag too. Finally it was over. She made him stay where he was for a couple of minutes while she savored her power over her formerly brutal husband.

"You may slide off on onto the floor James." He did so and cried and breathed heavily almost choking the whole time.

Getting up Jenny untied his ankles but not his hands. "Get up James and go to the corner over there. Stay there until I tell you you may leave."

"Jen, haven't I suffered enough for one night."

"Yes, for the moment. I'm not going to spank you anymore tonight. But let's get one thing straight, I'm the boss around her now, and you will follow instructions to the letter. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You will ask no questions and you will not dare refuse my instructions -- EVER!"

"No, ma'am."

"Good. Now get up, kick your pants and your skivies off, and go to the corner as you have been told to do."

The husband of the house, completely cowed, did as he was commanded. Never in his life had he felt so incredibly helpless. He had no hope. Jenny was going to get even with him for all of the abuse he had heaped on her. He wanted to accept it. He had it coming; he was willing to admit that. That shrink, had dialed him in on the truth. He was jealous of his own wife's incredible beauty. He was surprised to note that his cock was growing again in spite of the horrible fire that was consuming his buttocks and upper thighs. He somehow knew that this would not be the last of his sessions with that awful paddle.

Jenny Bartlet, for her part, was sitting on the sofa twenty feet away gazing at her handiwork. With his nose buried deep in the corner humbling him even further than he already had been, his fanny was a very prominent and very deep crimson, and she liked the look of it. Now though she had other work to do. Dr. Gentry had given James injections earlier in the day, in fact four. Kind of a head start on the pills. Out of earshot of her husband she had told the wife of the side effects that James would experience: enlarged breasts, shrunken penis and scrotum, reduced body hair, and a change in her husband's fat distribution -- meaning he would be getting a female butt. He would, in a phrase, look increasingly like a woman. The process should be complete -- barring complications -- in about six months. Dr. Gentry had assured her, however, that the effects were easily reversible, and that all he had to do was stop taking the hormones for things to get back to the way they were. The biggest thing though was the promise that his aggressive behavior would be a thing of the past. That, and nothing else, motivated her to go to the next stage. She got up and walked over to her husband.

"James," she said as she untied his hands, "strip naked and come up stairs; I want to be fucked." With that she turned an sashayed up the stairs. She could feel his eyes boring holes in her clothes -- pussy power; Gawd how had she not realized its force before this day.

James hurried to strip, as she had instructed him, and hurried up the stairs maybe thirty seconds behind his wife. When he got there, she was removing her earrings.

"Good James, I see you have followed my instructions. That's a good start. Now get down on your knees and wait until I am ready for you." He did as she bade him. She slowly stripped for him and then moved slowly and sexily over to the back of a low overstuffed chair, her pert breasts tantalizing him as he had never before been tantalized. She looked him in the eye as he knelt on the floor, and crooked a finger beckoning him to come over. When he got there, she smiled, "Now James I want a really thorough screwing, and do not cheat me."

"I promise to do the best I have ever done," he said so fervently that she almost laughed out loud at him.

She turned and bent over the chair placing her hands flat on the surface of the seat awaiting his penetration of her; it was her to turn to submit to him, but in this case, she would remain in control. He moved behind her. She could feel his rough hands on her buns. He traced her crack lightly with his finger; she wiggled to encourage him to push his finger into her anus, but she said nothing letting him do his masculine will upon her. She quivered as she felt him change position; he was on his knees again. He licked her slit and her anus too. Again and again he licked them savoring every taste of her. He changed position again. He had made her wetter and now he probed her pussy with the tip of his penis. The head popped in. Slowly he pushed for more depth in her. She cooed and spread her legs a little wider to accommodate his member. Soon he was pumping her savagely, but holding his shoot to the very last possible second. Finally he exploded inside of her. Totally spent, he fell forward on her back draped as she still was over the back of the chair. A moment later they both stood back and moved to the bed where they flopped down on its king-sized surface.

"That was wonderful honey," said James with conviction. "It was never this good before. Maybe being punished made it better for me." She smiled to herself at that.

"James, I have some things to tell you. First, I want to say that it was very very good for me too. I loved having you master me if only for those few moments. But unfortunately for you it can only be occasionally because the rest of the time you are going to be my obedient servant. You understand that don't you? At least for a good long while?"

"Yes, dearest. And it is okay by me. I have taken advantage of you up until now, but now I want to serve you and make you happy. Can you-will you- ever forgive me for my cruelty."

"Yes James, but there is a long way to go before we can be the way-well-the way we were meant to be together."

His brow knitted. He had not a clue as to what she was talking about, but he figured it had to have to do with her disciplining him again in the future. He decided to ask. "Do you mean that you will discipline me again?"

"Well yes James. But not only that. There are going to be some changes in you."

"I know. And I am willing believe me."

"No James, you don't know. Dr. Jackson told me not to tell, but left it up to me to do so if I felt the need. I do. I do not want to trick you. I want you to go through what you must go through with your eyes wide open."

"Okay," was all he could think to say. He was beginning to worry. "I-I-I don't have to go to prison do I," he asked with a voice filled with apprehension.

"No, no, no! Nothing like that. Nothing at all like that. In fact after today and tonight, I think that all that remains is for you to complete the program that has been outlined for you -- without your consent, and everything will be fine, say in a year or two."

"I can do it then" he said with finality born of confidence.

"You have to do it, James. You have no alternative. And really neither do I. You will be my property for the next two years. My complete responsibility. And James, I really mean my property."

He was even more bewildered than before.

"James let me just say it out -- the program that you will have to follow."

"Yes, I'd like to know, if it is all right."

"James in the next two days you are going to undergo a complete lifestyle change." He listened intently. "Tomorrow you will begin your life as a woman." There she had said it. He didn't move; Jenny was afraid she had done the wrong thing -- gone to far.

"Huh?" came the stunned reply.

"James, you have proven yourself unfit to be a male in some very important ways. You must, as Dr. Jackson put it to me, get in touch with your gentler more female side. You have one, all males do; just as women have a male side to their psyches.

"Oh my God no!" was his first coherent verbalization.

"It won't be so bad if you can learn to be obedient and follow instructions as they are given to you."

"I'll be the laughingstock of the whole town. My friends, they'll disown me; or worse, NOT disown me. Jen, I don't know if I can. I mean I'm a man! I don't know how to do any of that female stuff. Please Jenny, don't do this to me."

"It's already done James, or at least begun. Those injections Dr. Gentry gave you today were female hormones.The pills you'll be taking -- also female hormones. Your body is in for some big changes James."

James didn't say anything. He stormed out of the room in fear and anger. He went to the guest room that Jenny kept up for the occasional visitor that every once in a while stayed over. It was slated for Jane Wells to use beginning the next day.

Jenny rapped on the door for some minutes, but got no response. She decided to let him cool off. She went down and fixed herself a tequila and coke. He'd not surprised her. She had to figure that an announcement like the one she had just laid on him had to be a first-water shock for sure. She actually felt hopeful; he had not said no, not in so many words. And what if he had? Would she, could she, turn him in? She was still harboring a great deal of anger toward the man who had abused her for so long. He seemed contrite now, but he had so seemed before. Yes, she would and could; he had to take his medicine. And medicine is what it was as far as she was concerned. She went to bed.

****** The plane arrived at a little before six in the morning. Early, but at least Jenny would be able to pick up her sister before the traffic got out of hand. She got to the gate just as the plane's passengers were debarking.

"Jane! Jane! Over here," she announced to the tall slender redhead in the super tight jeans and khaki blouse.

"Jen! It's so good to see you. Let's get out of here; I'm dying to here all the dirty little details. Is he upset with his parole conditions? How did he react to the psychologist? Oh, come on, you've got to tell me." She rattled on without letting her sister get a word in edge-wise.

"Jane, give me a break. I'll tell you everything if you'll just give me half a minute to do it. For goodness sakes."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. I do go on so sometimes. Yes. Let's get to the car; then I'll shut up and you can tell all."

"Fine. Let's do." The pair meandered their way through the airport's corridors to baggage pick-up and got the two over sized suit cases that would serve Jane for her stay. They got out of the airport as fast as they could after that.

Pulling out of the parking lot Jenny began bringing her sister up to speed. It took the whole twenty-five minute drive to outline the details.

"You mean a real woman! God he was must be frightened to death. I would be. Jenny. He deserves to be in jail for what he has done to you, but a sex change? I don't know. I mean, I know that some states have castrated rapists and such, but he's not guilty of that. Is he? I think he should get a little mercy; I mean if he can be changed, turned around as you might say."

"Good," said Jenny. "I want you to keep thinking that way. I want you to be his friend. I have to be the bad guy in this, and he needs someone who will `understand' him, feel sorry for him, so that he won't lose it. In the end, however, you have be the one who leads him to the slaughter so to speak, and make him like it. It's for his own good."

"I see. Good cop bad cop so to speak."

"I guess you could look at it that way."

"Are you going to arrange it so he can have his manhood back in tact, I mean after he has suffered enough?"

"I think so. I mean I want a man to hold onto, and I do love him with all my heart. I just refuse to allow him to go on doing what he has been doing."

"Yes. I see, and I like it. The whole thing. So, what's on for today."

"A couple of things. First off is to get him to surrender. He stormed out of our room last night -- after fucking me I might add -- and locked himself in the guest room -- your room. He has to come out when we get home, or it becomes and `or else' situation."

"Does he know that?"

"It doesn't matter if he knows it or not. It's prison or dresses and make up for him -- period. It's going to be up to you to persuade him, to save him."

Jane Wells smiled. "Consider it a done deal. I'm gonna love this."

"James? James? It's Janie. Can I speak with you?"

The door opened and she saw him walking slowly and dejectedly back to the chair he'd probably been sitting in all morning. She walked tentatively in.

"I've heard, James. It sounds tough. But I don't think that it's something you can't do. If you'll give it a chance, I promise to help you all that I can."

"How can you help me Jane? Can you get your sister to lighten up?"

"No, James, I can't. I don't want to either. But I do want to help you change, and I can do that if you are up to it."

"That's just it Jane; I am not up to it. The humiliation. The degradation of it. It's just too much. Too much."

"James, I'm gonna be straight with you. If you don't accept your fate, your punishment, you are going to go to prison. A pretty boy like you will likely be raped virtually every day. Even without hormones, your small body and light bone structure is very feminine already. Some palooka will make you his wife and fuck your bum mercilessly. On the other hand, if you obey your wife, you are very likely to have a good deal of extraordinary sex and a good deal of fun dressing and learning to act like a female. As I see it, James, there really isn't a much to be gained by whining."

He looked at her strangely. "I don't know Jane. Maybe your right. But I may have blown it with Jenny. I ran out on her last night after she told me that I must not."

"Let me worry about my sister. You wait here. I'll go find out where we stand."

"He'll be a good boy now," said Jane. "I think the thought of himself bending over for his prison husband got him to think realistically about his predicament."

"Thank heavens. I really didn't want to send him away for years. But I would have. I want to teach him a lesson he will never forget, but preferably on my terms, not the state's."

"Well, he's all yours -- and mine," said Jane smiling broadly at the prospect for fun and vicarious revenge that she was about to share in.

"I think I'll go talk to him now," said Jenny. Just as she said it, however, James walked into the kitchen and presented himself to the two women. He was shirtless wearing only his jeans of the previous evening and no shoes or socks. "I'm sorry," he began with all the obvious contrition he could muster. "It is just so humiliating. It's such an unthinkable thing to me."

"Less thinkable than beating me James?"

"No, not anymore. I will accept whatever you want to do to me. I only hope you will give me some time to adjust myself mentally -- emotionally to the role you have set for me. I will try though. I really will." As he finished saying what he had to say, he dropped his pants in front of the two females; he was wearing a pair of Jenny's panties. The two girls looked at each other in surprise.

Jenny walked over to her husband and embraced him. "Thank you, James. I know that it was hard for you to present yourself this way. I'll -- we'll try to make it as easy for you as possible. By the way my panties look very becoming on you, but we're going to have to do something about that bulge," she said taking hold of his penis through the pink fabric. He blanched when she said that wondering what she had in mind.

Jane, for her part couldn't get the smile on her face to go away. "See James," she said, "It isn't so bad is it. I'll bet you're going to have a lot of fun in this even if it is part of your punishment."

"Now there is one more thing I am afraid you have to endure today James..."

"Please Jen, not another spanking so soon after the first one," he whined.

"James, if I want to spank you, I will. You will simply obey and accept your fate. But no, that's not it. It's something to help you to be the girl you must become. Something to control that bulge in your panties."

"What?"

"Sit over in that chair James," she said indicating a straight back chair next to the doorway. He did as she directed.

Jenny moved over to him and knelt in front of him. She had grabbed the package that Dr. Gentry had given her from the counter. Now in front of her man, she pulled down his panties and then revealed the contents of the bag: two tiny gold rings, a equally tiny padlock and its key, and a gismo that looked a little like a very thin stapler. I am going to put one of these little rings in the foreskin of your penis James and the other in your scrotum. Then I am going to padlock them together. it will make it so that you can't get an erection. At least every time you do, the pain will make it go small again. That way you won't have that unsightly male bulge in the front of your panties. Oh, and I guess you'll have to sit to go peepee just like all of us girls do."

His mouth dropped open. She was denying him the ability to find sexual release when he needed it. He knew he could never stand that kind of pressure. He just knew it.

"Don't worry James," she said reading his mind. "You'll get release from time to time, but only as I permit it; I have one of only two keys. Dr. Gentry has the other. Now don't fight me. Take your medicine. And James, don't even think about trying to get around this. If you do, I'll know and you'll be bending over for your prison husband in a New York minute. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," said the frightened husband.

Jane moved behind the chair and wrapped her arms around the man and squeezed, essentially restraining him from jumping when Jenny clamped the stapler-like device on him.

"Good," said Jenny. With that she mounted one the small rings in the stapler and reached for a good grip on a strip of skin on the underside of her husband's now soft penis. She clamped down hard seating the ring in place. James howled, but did not jump; Jane retained her hold anyway. Jenny repeated the exercise with her husband's scrotum. He howled again.

"Okay. The hard part is over James." She brought the rings together with her hands. "Jane could you attach the padlock while I hold the rings together."

"Gladly," said her sister. She released her charge, took the tiny lock from Jenny's hand and deftly snapped it shut through the two little rings effectively locking down his penis. James was now incapable of getting or at least maintaining a hardon. Jenny grabbed a napkin from the nearby counter and dabbed at the minuscule drops of blood caused by the trauma to her husband's delicate parts.

You'll appreciate all of this later James as you become more like one of us."

James didn't voice his thought that it was not one of "them" that he wanted to become. He just suffered in silence and dread, dread that the next thing that came to his wife's ever more surprising and macabre imagination, might be more than he could endure.

"We have to go shopping," agreed the two women. James was five inches taller than Jenny, and three inches shorter than Jane. "We have to be ready for him after he has his body hair removed today, and his permanent done tomorrow," said Jenny.

"He can wear my panties until we can get him his proper size, said Jane, "they will fit better than yours. He has to wear something to cover himself when he is having the depilatory," she said. Jane knew that the lady who was going to have the job of removing James' body hair was an old school chum of both Jenny and himself. Margo, had been intrigued by the whole idea, and was actually excited about the opportunity. James she knew was not looking forward to it, but he was resigned to his fate. "We can go shopping while he is having himself done," she added.

"Well, let's get going, James' appointment is in less than an hour. We'll check him in and head for the mall," said Jenny. "Before we go though, we have one small thing to take care of first: a name for James. He can't possibly go around in dresses and looking like a female and still answer to the name James now can he."

"Shall we call him in and ask him what he'd like, or should we just choose one for him," asked Jane.

"Let's give him a choice," said his wife.

"I'll go get him," said Jane. She went to the guest room where she had previously sent James to await her.

"James, we need to speak with you for a moment in the kitchen," she said. He looked up from the bed where he had been sitting and waiting for one or another of his mistresses to come and tell him what to do.

"Okay. But shouldn't I put something on first?" He was stark naked, a condition the girls had left him in since he had arisen that morning.

Jane thought for a moment. She went to the closet. She threw him a t-shirt with some female power phrase on it. She went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white french-cut panties and tossed them to him as well. Put those on and your jeans from yesterday. After today you'll have clothes that will fit you properly. Oh, and don't forget to take your hormone pills. They'll help reduce that swelling in your groin," she said.

I've already taken them for today," he responded.

"Good, we'll be waiting for you in the kitchen. Hurry up." With that, Jane returned to her sister in the kitchen. In less than five minutes James appeared dressed as he had been directed by Jane. He was uncomfortable in the panties because they kept riding up into his crack, but he tried not to show it. His nipples seemed sensitive too; he knew it had to be the early effects of the hormones he had been taking. He didn't want the pair of females in front of him to think he was complaining again, so he decided to just kept his mouth shut about these minor discomforts, at least for the present. He had also decided that he might as well go along with what they wanted; he couldn't see a viable way out no matter how hard he tried to think of one.

"James, we were thinking that it was time that you got a name," said Jenny.

"Huh? I already hav...." he figured it out even as he spoke. He only said, "Oh...You mean a name to go with my female appearance," he said.

"Exactly," said his wife. "We have decided that if you want, that you can choose it. Since it is you who will have to write it, say it, generally use it the most, that you ought to have something that you would feel okay with. Got any ideas?"

"Well, I haven't thought about it. But if I have to choose now, I guess Jacquelyn would be my first choice."

"Good," said Jane. "I think that Jacquelyn is a fine name for you. Don't you think so Jenny?"

"Yes, it is a good choice James-er-I mean Jacquelyn," she said, smiling at her own slip of the tongue. "Jacquelyn it is," she said.

The three drove to a small business mall near the main mall that the two ladies planned to do their shopping in. Climbing the stairs, they entered door #206 and were met by the twenty-five year old proprietress Margo Hofschneider.

"Hi, ladies. I have been expecting you, but your a little bit early. It's okay though, I had a cancellation."

"Yes, hi Margo," said Jenny. "This is..."

"Let me guess. This is James."

"No, this is Jacquelyn," said Jenny smiling at her friend who immediately got the message.

"Oh, of course, excuse me. Happy to meet you Jacquelyn. We'll do a good job on you today. You'll love all of the pampering, no matter what the girls have told you."

"We haven't told him-er-her much of anything Margo. We'll leave that up to you."

"I see. Well, good. Jacquelyn, why don't you go inside while I talk to the other ladies for a moment." Jacquelyn did as bade.

Well, Jen, so your going to feminize your husband. I heard about all that court stuff. I can't understand why you didn't press charges the second time he was arrested. I would have."

"I love him Margo. It was as simple as that. The courts mandated this, or they were going to prosecute him even without my okay under some kind of new state law. Anyway, let me introduce my sister Jane Wells."

"Hi there," said Jane shaking the other girl's hand.

"Back at you," said Margo. "Any special instructions Jenny? He's your husband."

"Yes, just make sure he hasn't got a hair left south of the eyebrows," she said, "and that includes the crack of his ass and the bottom of his ball sack. None."

"You got it babe."

"Oh, and you should restrain him for the procedure. Just tell him it's part of his punishment. He needs to have his ego clipped a lot more than it already has been," she said.

"Got it. Consider it done. I'm gonna love this," said her old school chum with relish.

"Good. We'll pick her up in a few hours if that's agreeable," said Jenny.

"No way," said Margo. "Your looking at six hours minimum, if you want it done right, and you say you do."

"Okay. If that is what it's going to take then six hours it is. We have a lot of shopping to do anyway, so it'll work out perfect for us.'

"Sounds good then. See you in six plus," said Margo. "Uh-you don't mind if I tease him a little do you, Jen. It is not every day I get to help put a dominant male type in his place."

"No, just don't spoil him for me; he is being punished after all."

"Okay. I promise. He'll be climbing the walls with desire by the time you get here, but no release for him."

"Okay. Good. See you after while."

As Jenny and Jane left to do their shopping, Margo joined James, now Jacquelyn, in the "shop" room.

"Hi Jacquelyn," said Margo entering the room. She said it in a way that was intended to embarrass and humiliate her charge. "You know you are going to make a very pretty woman by the time your wife and your sister-in-law are done doing you," she said sticking out her hip provocatively while bringing both of her hands to her breasts as though to emphasize her femininity.

"I guess so," he said softly. "Oh yes, I assure you you will look good starting today. Do you remember Mel Patton from high school?" she asked coyly.

"You mean the gay kid everybody made fun of?" he responded.

"Yes, he's the one. I remember that you made the MOST fun of him of anybody, and now you've taken to beating your wife. My, the more things change the more they remain the same don't they Jacquelyn. Wouldn't Mel get a kick if he could see you now. I bet he'd even pay to get into your pants after we're all done with you. What do you think Jacquelyn?"

"Look Margo, I'm getting what I deserve. And I am truly sorry for what I've done, but do you have to make fun of me like this?"

"I guess not. But you do deserve anything you get. A lot of us friends of Jenny have been fed up with guys like you for a long time now. If you don't want to find yourself with your balls cut off and stuffed in your mouth, you just better never lay a hand on her again."

"No, I will never hurt her again. I love her very much and I am sickened by what I have done in the past."

"Well, okay then, I guess that'll have to do for the time being. We better get a move on; we've only got six hours to do you. Take off your clothes; you can leave your shorts on."

Jacquelyn got off the edge of the table she had been sitting on, and began to remove her clothes. Shoes came first then the t-shirt, and finally his jeans. he stood before her embarrassed and doleful.

"Why, Jacquelyn, those panties are positively sexy," she said meaning it. "Well you can just leave them on, for a while anyway. Now get back up on the table and stretch out." As he lay on the table, Margo went to a nearby drawer and pulled out some lengths of quarter inch rope. "Wha-wha-what is the rope for," he asked frightened -- she had mentioned castration.

"Why to restrain you darling girl. Your wife said she wanted you immobilized as part of your punishment. Don't worry, I am not going to hurt you. Just relax and do as you are told. It'll be fun, and you'll look good when I'm through with you. No more of the hairy ape look." She walked over to him and began tying one of his wrists very tightly to the corner hoop at one end of the table. Done, she went to the other side and repeated the process. His hands were now completely useless to him. She next went to the bottom of the table and began tying his ankles to the rings at that end of it. He was effectively and securely spread eagled now, and totally immobilized. She knew she'd have to untie him when she had to do his other side and the inner part of his crevice, but she now knew that he wouldn't fuss or try to stop her; he was clearly and utterly pussy whipped.

She stood beside the table now and decided to tease him some. Moving a little closer, she let the index finger of her right hand lightly trace the length of his penis through the fabric. She could feel the heat of his member as it spasmed at her touch and became even harder and more rigid than it had been; thank God jenny had seen fit to un-padlock his cock before coming here today, thought Jacquelyn. "Yes indeed, I wonder what Jenny has in mind for this bulge. It'll be imaginative; I'm sure of that. Yes, very imaginative." She didn't so much smile at his discomfort as laugh at him with her eyes. She had an idea that might intrigue this man's wife; maybe she'd pose it to her when she came back to pick up her new girl friend later that day.

Jacquelyn didn't feel the need to enlighten her about his rings. She'd doubtless discover them when she began removing the hair around his pubic area. She did.

The electrolysis device now came out as she began to take care of his facial hair. She figured she was doing him a favor now. He would never again need to pay for blades. She switched equipment from time to time as different parts of the body required it. It was time to turn him over, she pulled his panties down part way to eradicate the hair around the base of his penis. "What this? Little rings in your cock skin and the forward part of your ball sack. Umm, I wonder what they're for," she mused aloud.

Untying his extremities, she commanded him to remove his panties and turn over on his belly. He obeyed her without comment. She retied his wrists and ankles once again immobilizing him. She tickled his scrotum now that it was exposed to her view. She was curious about the rings, but didn't ask; still the mystery was intriguing. She knew the electrolysis device would make him very uncomfortable if she used it to remove the hairs from that delicate area; she was enjoying this immensely. "You have quite a few unsightly hairs on this," she said toying with his ball sack. He gritted his teeth and said nothing. "What's the matter Jacquelyn? Cat got your tongue."

"He couldn't help himself; he started to cry."

"Oh, is the little girl so sensitive," she said sarcastically. She began to remove the hair from the rear of his body. Finally it was time to remove the wild hairs from his crotch and anal area. "Well, Jacquelyn, it is time to do the most intimate part. I am not going to hurt you, but it might get a little uncomfortable. Try not to cry. It's sweet to see you expressing yourself in such a feminine way, but it's something that women have to deal with all the time, and frankly, I think that more men should have to have the experience that you're getting; it would do them good." She had decided to pull the hairs in this area out one at a time. She reasoned that it would be more painful, and therefore, more in line with the idea that this was a part of her punishment. "How long has it been since your period?" she asked teasing him. Do you need a tampon?" She laughed outright at her own joke.

She was done with him finally, but she left him immobilized for a little while longer until she had gone to the bathroom and gotten a tampon to insert in her victim's anus. Jenny hadn't said anything about her having a period, but she figured she wouldn't object. She came out of the bathroom with the package and showed it to him without saying anything. His eyes got as big as dinner plates.

"Please no," he said realizing right away what it was.

"Learn to live with it young lady. We girls all have to learn to, and your one of us now."

He remained silent realizing that he had no choice. In the back of his mind was the thought that he could remove it as soon as he was out her sight if she didn't inform Jenny or Jane about it.

"Relax or it is going to hurt," he heard her say. He obeyed. He felt her spread his crack apart and knew she was gazing at his hole with a special interest; it embarrassed him enormously. He felt the tip of the applicator and then the intrusion of the appliance itself. "There is a string Jacquelyn, that shall remain outside and in your crack. You'll need it to remove the tampon and change it three times a day at least just like any other woman. Is that clear."

"Yes, Margo," he said resigned to having the beastly device inside of him -- at least for the present.

Done with him, Margo made him put his panties and other clothes back on and sit in a chair to await his wife and his sister-in-law. They arrived within fifteen minutes. Oddly Margo did not mention his being forced to wear a tampon to Jenny or Jane. He figured it was because his owner and her sister were in a hurry to get home. They seemed excited. Probably couldn't wait to get home and dress him up. Well, at least he was going to be able to slip out his tampon -- or so he hoped.

***** Margo wanted to talk to Jenny about the idea she had had earlier, but she wanted to talk to someone else first, Mel Patton. If she knew him like she thought she did, it wouldn't only be the two girls he was riding home with now who were going to have revenge on James Bartlet.

The drive home was muted, but the girls both wanted to know how he felt about his hairless body. He just shrugged and said he felt a little cold, but other than that he felt okay. The two genetic females giggled in unison at that. James, now Jacquelyn, stiffened in chagrin at their apparent joy with his discomfort. They arrived home in minutes and Jacquelyn excused herself to go to the powder room.

Inside the bathroom he actually did go little potty and then removed the hated item from his butt without waiting to think things out. There was no wastebasket in the bathroom, and he knew he dared not try to flush it in case it got hung up and became a cause to "hang" him. he could take it out with him and throw it out elsewhere, but only if the girls left him alone for five minutes. He hoped he had not been premature in removing it -- his hopes would be in vain. Just as he decided to try to sneak it out, the door opened and there stood Jane eying him holding the soiled tampon.

Jane's eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't be trying to hold out on us would you Jacquelyn. Was that a gift from Margo?"

He looked down at the floor like a little boy who had been caught doing something unthinkable. "Yes," he answered.

"Did she say to take it out when you got home?"

"No."

"When did you plan to tell your wife or me about it?" she asked daring him to lie.

"I-I-I..."

"You don't like having a tampon inside of your pussy, do you Jacquelyn?"

He could not answer. He knew he was in for it. Damn why couldn't he have just left it alone until later. He hated it that's why. He had had to try, and now he had failed and would undoubtedly pay a price all out of proportion to his attempt to hide this his latest shame. "No Jane, I really do not like it. Couldn't that be something that I `don't' have to do? I've been good. I've taken my medicine better than even I thought that I could. Can't I get a little credit? Enough to avoid these things?"

"Ummm. Don't know. It's up to your wife. I agree that you have tried, at least since I've been here, but if Jenny decides to punish you or to make you wear it, then you must -- period. Now let's go find her so that you can face the music." Jane marched her prisoner off to meet her punisher.

Jacquelyn sat on the divan in Mel Patton's apartment. Initially Jenny Bartlet had been against Jacquelyn having any kind of romantic hookup with Mel Patton, as suggested by Margo. The idea had intrigued her. It would have been a kick, but she thought that even Jacquelyn deserved a better fate than that. But things had changed.

Her husband had become more and more settled into his female persona. The combination of the drugs and the training that Jane, who had since moved in permanently, and Jenny had given him had actually made Jacquelyn "want" a man!

And Mel? Jacquelyn's breasts, that appeared to be real breasts, and the still viable, if somewhat shrunken, penis which his mind's eye could just see wobbling between his legs captivated him. He had been at pains, ever since he found out about the whole schmear, to try and get on good terms first with Jenny and then with Jane and finally with Jacquelyn. He'd made his point. Jacquelyn especially was hopeful because she knew he completely understood his situation; a hetero man might not. Who was he kidding, a hetero man "would not." And Oh how he wanted to be taken. To be penetrated as a female was penetrated. It was all he could think of. The icing on the cake was Jenny. If things worked out with Mel this night, as he hoped, he could have the best of both worlds; Jenny had said so.

Mel came in from the kitchen carrying a tray. Wine and cheese squares were on the tray. He was not very good at courting a lady, but he was doing at least a sincere job of it. Jacquelyn smiled at him. Mel looked like such a puppy dog to her.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Mel.

"Relax Mel. I'm comfortable. A little apprehensive, but comfortable."

"Can I ask? I mean I don't want to shatter the spell of the moment, but how did you get Jenny to go along with your having a date with me?"

"It is complicated. I guess she wants me to learn to submit completely as a female. It's part of my training you might say. Jane also had a hand in it. She's the one that watches over my training the most. Jenny is the one who handles my discipline. I mean I am become a woman to learn what it is like to have to surrender to a man. The truth is I like being a woman now. Jane knew that I would. Jenny never had a clue; she thought of the whole thing as me getting my just desserts. Actually they were both right, but not at the same time. Jenny was most right in the beginning when I saw myself as being punished and abused. Jane is the more right at the moment, as I have learned to be treated as a woman and to accept the privileges that go with that persona. Anyway, they discussed the matter with me, and they decided that I should have a date with you. They made me promise to `tell all' when you took me home."

"And are you going to tell them all?" "I don't know Mel. Just how embarrassing would it be for me to tell them what you have in mind?"

"I'm afraid it would very very embarrassing."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'm going to fuck your brains out." He said this last having gathered all the courage and daring he had hoping he would not get rejected.

"Oh really. And what makes you think that I am going to let you get into my pants?"

"Frankly, because you're here. I don't think you came over to this apartment, on this night, to look at my stamp collection."

"I guess your right. I am kind obvious. I am also, as I said, a little worried about it."

"No need to be. I will go very slow and be very gentle with you. I will, in a word, treat you like a lady."

"Yes, that is what I want. I mean I want the experience of being taken like a woman is taken. I actually yearn for it. Does that shock you? No, of course it doesn't. Stupid question. Well, I'm a little bit of an amateur on this side of the couch. Where do we begin?"

Mel had been stunned when Jacquelyn arrived this night. He had not been prepared for the vision that Jane Wells and Jenny Bartlet had prepared for him.

He'd seen her of course, Jacquelyn, a number of times in these past months since Margo had called him and presented him with her proposition. At first he had seen the whole thing a a way to get even with James Bartlet for treating him like dirt when they had been in high school together. He was thrilled to know that his wife had the legal right to use and abuse him to her heart's content. Then he had seen the results of the transformation wrought by his wife and sister-in-law. Jacquelyn Bartlet was beautiful.

The wide hips and prominent buttocks, the narrow waist, the long strawberry-blond hair, the softened facial features, her "real" B-cup breasts, and even her sultry female voice had absolutely enslaved him. Revenge now was not an option for Mel Patton. He flat wanted this boy-girl for himself. He'd played his cards right, and now here she was actually hoping to be taken! There was a God, probably several! Oh, how incredibly sexy she looked in her red, low cut mini-dress.

Jane gloried in transforming her charge. Making him over into Jacquelyn was a fantasy come true for her. Jane was bi. She was secretly in lust with her half sister, Jenny Bartlet. Jenny didn't know it of course; Jane feared being to pushy, but she hoped this strange situation that the three of them were now sharing might lead to some special fun for her and for Jenny -- James too if he played his cards right; she was in no way averse to having him screw her; she just needed to time it right. The opportunity was a while in coming, but when it did, it proved to be more than well worth the wait.

"Jacquelyn, let's go upstairs I need to do your face so we can go shopping."

"Yes Jane," came the immediate reply.

Jacquelyn sat down at the vanity and Jane moved behind her and lifted her now longer hair. "I think we can do a ponytail for you today," she said matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Can I have the yellow ribbon instead of that pink thing?" he asked reasonably.

"Sure," said Jane noticing yet again his easy acquiescence to having himself done each time they went out into public. "You like being a girl now, don't you honey?"

He looked up at his sister-in-law. "Yes, I do. I never thought I would, but I do. I guess it's because of the hormones."

Jane Wells, looked back at him. She reached around him and squeezed the her brother-in-law's breasts. He had developed very pronounced female attributes during the past several months. Does it feel good to have your breasts played with Jacquelyn?"

"Yes. Yes, it does Jane."

The door opened, and Jenny walked in on the little tableau. "Well, what are you two up to," asked jenny with a smirk on her face. Is it just tea for two, or can three play?"

Jane, at first startled, recovered. Jenny was not mad that she was playing with her husband's breasts. "Uh -- I was just teasing Jacquelyn," she said hoping she'd judged Jenny's demeanor rightly.

"Um -- huh. I think that Jacquelyn needs to learn how girls do it together. Don't you Jane? I mean, it isn't just men who sometimes play with each other is it?"

"Uh -- no," said Jane. It certainly isn't."

"Relax Jane. I've seen the way you look at her breasts and that butt of hers. I think I've caught you looking at mine as well a few times. You underestimate me -- the new me. I've even asked Dr. Jackson about it a time or two. She says it's normal for girls to be attracted to girls when a situation like the one were in presents itself."

"Really?" said Jane not believing her ears.

Jacquelyn sat there taking it all in. At first, he had been sure that when he saw his wife come through the door that he was dead meat -- he was sure that it wouldn't matter that Jane was the one who had instigated the whole thing. He was certain that he was the one who was gonna be guilty and punished. For once, he finally realized, he was wrong; his wife was interested.

"Yes, really. Truth is Jane I have been more than a little interested in trying a couple of things too."

"Really?" asked Jane again repeating herself.

"Yes, really. You say you were teasing Jacquelyn. Okay, let's do it right." She looked over at her she-male husband and beckoned him with her crooked finger to come to her. He did. She looked him up and down. "You look good girl. Jane wants to tease you. So do I. Unfortunately for you, you're not going to get any release. Not tonight. Tonight you are going to have to remain in a state of extreme agitation I'm afraid. Your fun will come in a day or two though; I have plans for you."

"Honey, I didn't mean..."

"I know, Jacquelyn. I know the feelings you've been having. You can't have the hormone levels you've got and not have a reaction to them. You are not being punished, just denied, at least for tonight. Still..."

"He can watch," said Jane, daring to guess her sister's intentions.

"Umm -- yes. He could watch. He'd have to be bound and gagged, but he could watch."

"Yesss!!" said her sister.

Jenny smiled at her obvious excitement. "Stand up Jacquelyn," she commanded him. She thought he looked really good in the miniskirt and long sleeved blouse that he was wearing. "A ponytail. Don't you think Jane?"

"I was just about to put her hair up in that very do," said Jane.

"Good. Do that first then we'll have fun -- teasing him."

Jane did as requested and soon Jacquelyn was sporting her very first ponytail.

Jane moved over to the top dresser drawer and removed the gag and the binding necessary to control the she-male in the group. "Turn around honey and put your hands behind your back. Jacquelyn slowly obeyed the unwelcome command, and Jane bound his hands tightly. "Spread your legs a little bit, so I can bind your knees, " she commanded him. He obeyed again. Finally, Jane bent down and began binding his ankles tightly together. As she did so, she pushed her butt as high into the air as she could toward Jenny.

Jenny saw the display before her and moved closer to her sister. She traced her crack with her hand very lightly, amusing herself and torturing Jacquelyn mentally the while.

Jacquelyn was standing completely trussed behind the seven foot couch. Jane now gagged him with a pair of her underwear that she kept for the purpose. Finished, she walked back around the couch to where Jenny had moved and stood in front of her.

For moments they did not touch. They just looked at each other. Something had to give. The first to move would be the aggressor. Jane moved first.

Jane reached over and began unbuttoning Jenny's blouse. "You've wanted me for a long time, haven't you Jane?"

"Yes," came the husky answer. For a very long time. How did you know? How long have you known?"

"Since we were children. I just wasn't ready. But this situation we're in..."

"Yes, I know. I wondered if I would have an opportunity to take you, to master you."

"Well, now you do. Do a good job on me."

"Oh, I will. I will." Jane finished the slow unbuttoning of Jenny's shirt and pulled it out of her skirt and stripped it off of her shoulders. She reached for her sister's bra and touched it lightly. She unhooked its front fastening. Jenny's breasts bounced free. Jane felt them and massaged them very sensuously. Jenny cooed. Jane backed away from the other and looked at her. She reached out and undid her skirt; it fell to the floor. She knelt now, and pulled her sister's panties down and helped her step out of them.

Jane was mesmerized by the look of her sister naked in front of her. She touched her blond pubic hair. For a little girl, Jenny had a lot of pubic hair; she never trimmed it; she thought it was sensual; she was right. Jane kissed the top of her slit. Jenny stood expressionless and tingly as Jane let her hands roam her body. Jenny had seldom felt so incredibly willing and vulnerable at the same time.

Jacquelyn had a fierce hardon. But there was nothing he could do about it locked down as it was in its training position. Usually the padlock caused him enough pain to get the hardon to go back down, but not this time; his face was turning red. Jenny saw his distress and smiled at him blowing him a kiss; that made it all the worse for him. Of course Jenny knew that it would.

"I'll be right back," said Jane. She went out of the room for a moment and came back holding a nine inch dildo. To Jenny it looked awfully long and thick.

"I don't think..."

"Hush," Jane cut her off. " I know what I'm doing. I can get it inside of you and then I will make you come like sissy boy over there never could."

Jacquelyn was now not only helpless, but humiliated as well. Jane, his friend, was calling him a sissy. He was of course and a complete one. His penis shrank. He looked at the two strikingly beautiful women and wanted to be one of them. He knew more than ever that Dr. Jackson had been right; he was jealous of Jenny.

Jane gently urged Jenny to the couch. She went, but she was still apprehensive of the large flesh colored thing Jane was holding in her hand. Jane got her into a kneeling position on the couch. Jacquelyn was only two feet away, bound, helpless and stimulated.

"Bend over Jenny and spread your ass cheeks apart a little." Jenny did as she was told. She felt her sister's hand massaging her buttocks and the inside of her crack; it felt wonderful -- strange but wonderful. She felt Jane's tongue reaming her butt hole and her pussy. She was indescribably hot and nervous. Jane had made her soaking wet.

Jacquelyn could smell her female juices from where she was straining helplessly at her bonds. She wanted to be with the two women more than anything, but it was more than that. She wanted to be a woman.

Jenny screamed in pleasure and pain as the giant dildo pressed home inside of her. It completely filled her. Jane moved it slowly in and out while Jenny wiggled and grunted like a bitch in heat. Jane played with her sister's clit and licked around her anus while the artificial cock plunged in and out of her vagina. The two women were all animal now. There was no pretense of femininity, and yet, that seemed to make them even more female.

Jenny collapsed on the couch. Jane would not allow her to relax. She positioned herself and sat on her sister's face. Jenny, smelling the pungent odor of Jane's private places, and being stimulated by them, tongued her sister to a violent and crude orgasm. The two women slowly came down from their high. They kissed sensually and long sucking each others tongues as though they held exotic elixirs.

Mel walked over to the wall by the door and turned down the lights with the dimmer switch. Jacquelyn, holding her glass of wine, crossed her legs, as she sat on the couch, and smiled at the man she had once made fun of for being "queer." How things had changed. She wasn't exactly sure what was about to happen, but she knew one thing for sure; this man was going to have her tonight, and she was looking forward to it -- to losing her virginity, to being screwed, royally screwed. She hoped it wouldn't hurt her. But, if it did, she figured she had it coming for all of the insulting things she had said to Mel so long ago.

Mel came back to the sofa and sat down on the opposite end from his date. Picking up his own drink he swirled it in the glass and gave Jacquelyn a serious look. "You know Jacquelyn, there are those who wanted me to hurt you."

"Oh? And who might `they' have been?"

"Margo Hofschneider for one."

"Ah yes, Margo. Our community sadist."

"Umm -- she told me about -- well about the body hair thing."

"I see. So, and what am I supposed to think?"

"I don't like Margo. Never did. I just wanted the air to be clear between us. I'm not looking at this as a one night stand."

"Really. Well, does it matter how I look at it?"

"To me? Yes. I want you to be comfortable with me. I love the way you look. I mean I know your married and all, but I am definitely in lust with you. I can say without fear of contradiction that you are the sexiest thing I have ever personally met."

"Well, I guess I should feel flattered. Out of curiosity, just how many boy-girls have you met?"

"Many. But none like you."

"Like I say, flattered."

"Is the air clear," he asked as he moved closer to the girl thing at the other end of the sofa.

"I guess."

Jacquelyn all of a sudden felt a rush of apprehension. But she was tingly too. She felt like a girl must feel like when she is vulnerable, when it's her first time. She had no intention of refusing him, but she was praying that he would go slow. She simply wasn't used to this. Not this.

Mel, sensing her fears, and reveling in them, gave her a reassuring look. He placed his right hand on her knee; she spasmed a little, but did not pull away. "Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm going to be the most considerate that I have ever been."

"Okay..."

He leaned forward. She could smell his maleness. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and then sat back a little and just gazed at her in the semi-darkness of the shadowy light; his hand had not moved. It felt warm on her knee. He leaned forward again, and this time he edged closer to her. He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her more intensely. She returned his fervor. They must have kissed for several minutes. His hand began its journey up her thigh and under her dress. He stopped just short of his goal. He pulled her close Now he pressed his whole hand on her groin eliciting a series of short breaths from his female guest. Placing one arm around her now; he began to feel her breasts through the fabric of her dress and the lacy texture of her bra. She felt numb, and yet somehow very sensitive to his touch.

Jacquelyn was a sea of seething emotion. She felt his hand pressing on her secret place and then he was feeling up her breasts. So, this is what it is like to be made love to by a man, she thought. She was beginning to believe she could get used to this. She decided to stimulate him a little; she placed her left hand on his hardening cock. He almost fainted from the feeling. She undid his belt. She ran her hand down the length oh his still trapped penis and around his scrotum. He lay back and let her do her part. She unzipped him and spread open his fly; she felt his cock through the material of his jockey shorts. He was huge, hot, and very thick.

Mel began to unzip her dress while she felt him through his shorts. He pulled her dress down to her waist and unhooked her bra; her titties spilled out; he massaged them, and then began to suck on them. First one and then the other; her nipples became rigid with lust. She pushed him away.

"Lift up," she commanded him. She pulled his pants down to his ankles then she followed by stripping him of his shorts. "My turn," she announced.She took hold of his penis and scrotum with separate hands. She leaned forward and began to suck him lustily. She licked and sucked his cock and balls with animal abandon. It was his turn to push her away.

He removed her dress entirely now and began pulling at her panties. She smiled and raised up for him. She was naked now. He gazed at her in pure animal heat as he shucked his shirt to join her in nakedness. He noticed the restraining device that locked her shrunken maleness down. "Cruel of them," he said.

"Part of my punishment," was her reply. "Don't worry about it; it's okay. Tonight I'm a woman for my man." "Am I your man?" he asked awkwardly.

"For at least tonight, yes, you are."

He kissed her passionately. His hands now roamed her body aggressively. His passion was under control but very intense. He ran his hand over and then into the crack of her behind. She felt his finger probe her; she did not object. "You're very dry," he said. "Turn around and get up on the couch on your knees. "Yes, that's right," he said as she obeyed him. "Now bend over and stretch your arms out along the back of the couch. Again she obeyed him. He knelt behind her and began reaming her orifice. Suddenly he stopped ministering to her rear. "Don't move," he said.

She had no intention of moving. She was in a languid state. Jenny would have been proud of her submissiveness. She wondered if she would tell "all" when she got home -- probably, she allowed. She sensed him return to the room. She looked behind her and saw the jar. She knew instinctively what it was. He was being kind to her. She turned back around and awaited his penetration of her.

Mel gently spread the KY-jel on her hole. Next he pushed a fair amount of it inside of her before smearing his cock with the slippery goo. He took hold of her wide, female hips and leaned forward. he kissed her behind and then the small of her back. he was ready.

She looked back at him as he positioned himself to enter her. "Sock it to me. Screw the hell out of this girl."

He said nothing. He pushed with the head of his cock at her hole. He got the head in easily though she was very tight. He pushed in a little more and then withdrew somewhat. he repeated the process a few times. Finally he was lodged completely inside of her. She was relaxing -- as Jane had told her to; it was not as painful as she had anticipated; but she sure felt stretched. He began screwing her with a slow back and forth motion. Oh my, how good it felt to have this man take her. She wondered if he/she had ever given Jenny this much pleasure. She hoped he'd have the chance again someday; she owed it to her wife.

Mel drove her home after screwing her in several positions. Jacquelyn decided now that her virginity was history that she liked it best when he bent her over doggie style. She liked the feeling that she got when she was in this most vulnerable of positions. She liked submitting, surrendering herself to his control, to his whim. She loved being mastered. She was going to tell Jenny and Jane all about it just as soon as she got home. She couldn't wait.

The following morning they were all sitting around the table. Jane was laughing her head off. "He said we were cruel?"

"Well, yes, he was just being protective of me."

"Honey," asked Jenny, "are you going to let him fuck you again?"

"I'd like to. He's very considerate. His cock is so big, but it didn't hurt. I loved the feeling of him filling me."

"Well, okay," said Jenny, "but if your going to let him have your butt again it's going to have to be as a man. I have decided to Judge Bailey about letting you off any further punishment. I think that you have learned your lesson. You will never again wear the pants in the family, but I think that you have earned the right to be my husband once again -- my obedient husband."

Jacquelyn looked her in the eyes and began to cry. "I'm so mixed up Jenny. I like being a woman, but I also want to know the feeling of being myself again."

Jenny put her arm around her husband and began to console her.

"It's okay," Jane said, "you'll still be able to dress up from time to time. Your twits will be gone but your body hair has been permanently removed. And you can wear your hair long, so as to be able to play dress up when you like. We're not going to throw out your clothes."

"That's right said Jenny. And soon your cock will be its old self again and you'll be able to pleasure me."

James still sniffled as he sat there in his his yellow undress. He had begun to think of himself as two persons. He was going to love being able to be both. "Jenny, I love you he said, " I love both of you." The two women took turns comforting him