Wife Changes Husband to Girl 1/7

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This story contains graphical sex and forced feminization.

You must be at least 18 years of age to read it.

If you are easily offended do not read CHAPTER 15.

I hope you Enjoy it.

A Wife changes her Husband into a Girl

CHAPTER 1

Chris

My name is Chris Wood and I would like to start my story by saying that I am married to the most wonderful girl in the world, and that just having her as my wife and knowing that she loves me more than makes up for anything that she has done to me. Janice and I met at a party and although she was a great deal older than I, (she was thirty-five and I was twenty-one) we were both very attracted to each other. She was working with a psychiatrist named Dr. Laura Shullman who was also an expert in hypnoses. Janice was going to school, and was about to get her doctorate in psychiatry, and become a full partner in Dr. Shullman's practice. I had just received a four-year degree in computer science, and was working for a small consulting firm that installed computer systems for companies who were too small to hire their own computer staff. We started dating each other immediately, and shortly after that fell in love. Six months later we were married.

I don't know for sure when it started, but the first time that I remember her trying to feminize me was about four months after we were married. We were both sitting in the living room watching tv. Janice was doing her nails, when she looked over at me with a smile. "How would you like to have some fun?" "Sure.", I replied, "What did you have in mind?" Janice picked up her emery board and nail polish and slid over next to me on the couch. She started took my hand and started filing my nails. "What in the world are you doing?" "I'm doing your nails." I had not trimmed them recently so Janice was able to file them so that they were all slightly pointed and all the same length. When she was done filing my fingernails she picked up her bottle of nail polish and shook it. "Oh no, not nail polish." "Yes nail polish. I'm going to make your hands look pretty." Looking back on this incident maybe I should have stopped her right there, but I didn't. Janice put nail polish on all ten of my fingernails. When she was done each of my nails was bright red and very shiny. Janice seemed very turned on by what she had done on and started coming to me very aggressively. Eventually I undid my pants and she started masturbating me. All during the time she kept telling how pretty my hands were, and how maybe I should think about wearing nail polish more often. After I had reached orgasm, I started to masturbate her. She grew very excited, very quickly, and just prior to her reaching orgasm she said, "Common, shove that pretty red fingernail deeper inside. Faster little girl, faster!" Putting nail polish on soon grew into more elaborate forms of feminization, and soon she was doing something to me every time we had sex.

CHAPTER 2

Janice

Chris is the dearest, kindest man I have ever met. And although it is true that I think he looks prettier as girl than he does, hansom as a man, my efforts to feminize him have not gone totally unencouraged by him. To listen to him you would think that I was an over baring woman who didn't care for anyone's feelings but her own.

When I met Chris, I was just coming off of a relationship with a man who was very dominating and self centered. And Chris, who is just the opposite, was very good for me. Whenever we go anywhere or do anything, Chris always makes sure that it is something that I want to do. He is always surprising me with flowers or little presents or just something special that he has done for me. The only area in which Chris has ever lacked is sex.

Let me start by saying that I love Chris very much. And that just having him as a husband and friend would be enough even without sex, but from the first time that we tried to have intercourse, Chris had a hard time reaching orgasm. After that most of the time Chris would not even reach orgasm at all. Each time we tried Chris would become very depressed afterwards. I have tried to comfort him many times by telling him that it was ok and not all that important to me, but it never seemed to help.

I would like to describe an incident that until later made me suspicious of nothing. It was before we were married. Chris and I were coming home from a date. We were sitting at a bus stop waiting for a bus. As we were sitting there, I took out my compact and proceeded to powder my nose. I looked over at Chris and he was looking at me very intently. Just as a joke, I loaded up the makeup brush with powder and said, "What's the matter, you want some too." I brushed his nose and then spread the powder out onto each of his cheeks. I had just intended to lighten up the mood but Chris acted very strangely. He sat their kind of stunned for several seconds and then gave a deep sigh, as if something were making him nervous and excited. All during the ride on the bus Chris kept touching his nose. Finally I asked him if something was wrong. "No, no, nothing's wrong.", Chris replied as if startled by the question. After that he made more of an effort to act normally but I could tell that something was going inside that mind of his. Like I said that incident on its own did not make me suspicious.

Another time, shortly after we were married, I had just arrived home from shopping. It was raining very hard. I had this hot pink, plastic rain slicker with a hood that I wore whenever it rained. (Now that I think of it, I have noticed Chris looking at it longingly on a few occasions that I had worn it before.) I had just laid it down on the couch, when Chris said that he was going out to the mailbox to get the mail. "Chris, you can't go out in this rain, you'll get soaked." "I'll be fine.", He replied. I picked up my rain slicker and held it out for him to put on. "Here, at least wear this." Chris looked very surprised, almost scared, then turned around and put his hands into the sleeves of the raincoat. I slid the coat up over his shoulders, turned him around, zipped up the front and pulled the hood up over his head. "There you go. Now you'll not only stay dry, you'll look cute as a button.", I said jokingly. I went into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. I must have taken at least five minutes and when I came back to the front room, Chris was sitting on the couch, still wearing my raincoat. He was looking very intently at it, rubbing his hands up and down the sleeves. "Gee, if I knew you liked it so much, I'd have bought one for you."

At this point I began to grow suspicious about Chris's desires, so I decided to conduct an experiment. The next night we had sex. I had just finished masturbating Chris. Just to satisfy my curiosity, I picked up my panties. Chris had not noticed what I had done and when I looked at his penis it was not erect at all. I took the panties and dangled them over his naked body. "Do you like my panties?", I asked in as sexy a voice as I could. I lowered the panties down so that they just touched his penis. Then I slowly dragged them up his body until they were over his face. Then I brought them back down until they touched his penis. By this time he was starting to get hard. "Oh, I guess you do!", I said with delight. "I do not!", he said with some irritation in his voice. "You do too. Look at how excited you're getting." I continued to slide the panties up and down his body, just letting the crotch brush up against him. I started to laugh as Chris got more and more excited. "Chris likes my panties... Chris likes my panties...", I said in a sing songy voice, taunting him in jest.

The more I teased Chris with my panties, the more excited he got, so I decided to try and find out just how far I could take it. "I bet you would like to wear them wouldn't you?" "Oh Janice, please.", Chris said with desperation in his voice, as if there was something about him that he didn't want me to know. Something that I was getting dangerously close to. I couldn't stop at this point, I had to know more. "Come on Chris, tell me. Would you like to wear my panties? You acted very strangely yesterday when you were wearing my raincoat. Now something's going on here and I want you to tell me, do you like wearing women's clothes?" "I don't know." "What do mean you don't know?" "Well there was a time, but I really not sure if I liked it or not." "What time?" "Well a couple of girls---. No, it's embarrassing." "Tell me about it." "Please Janice.", He pleaded. "No, I want to know." "No.", He said growing very uncomfortable. I reached down and grabbed his testicles and started to squeeze. "Ow. That hurts!" "It's going to hurt a lot more, now tell me." I squeezed a little harder. "Ok, ok! I'll tell you!" I loosened my grip a little, but still kept my hand there, keeping Chris in a vulnerable position. "Go ahead, I'm waiting."

"Well, you know I grew up with just my mother and older sister, Jennine." "Yes, go on." "Well, when I was about ten, my mother had lost her job and money was very tight." Chris seemed to hesitate at this point and again I had to ask him to continue. "Well, all of my underpants were bought at the same time and all starting to get holes in them and the elastic waistbands were wearing out. My mother told me that she couldn't afford to buy me new ones, but that I couldn't continue to wear them. When I asked her what she wanted me to do she told me that I would have to share my sister's panties until she could afford to buy me new underpants. I protested and told her that I would be willing wear my old underpants or go without wearing any underwear. She told me that I couldn't do that and I had to wear panties until she bought me new underwear.

Jennine thought that this was very funny and with great fanfare, brought me a clean pair of panties every morning. I did not know it but Jennine had told her friends and about a week later a group of older girls came up behind me as I was walking home from school. "Hay, I hear you wear girls' panties.", One of the girls said.

I did not reply although I was very scared. I started to walk faster, but the girls picked up their pace to keep up with me. "Do you wear panties?", she asked me. Still I did not reply. Then one of the other girls said, "Maybe we should make him show us." All of the girls started to laugh, and a couple of agreed that they should make me show what I was wearing under my pants. Finally I could hear one of the girls running toward me.

I started to run as fast as I could, but the one that was chasing me was much bigger and faster than I was and she soon grabbed me by the collar and forced me to stop. All of the girls formed a circle around me and the one who stopped me, (She seemed to be the leader.) insisted that I undo my pants and show them what I was wearing underneath. I refused and started to cry, but they still insisted. Finally the leader said that if I didn't show them, that they would drag me into the woods and find out for themselves. I told them to let me go, but they refused and dragged me into the woods.

When we were out of sight of the road one of the girls grabbed me around the ankles and pushed me to the ground with her shoulder. Then four girls held me there, one on each arm and leg. Then the leader said, "Well, lets see if those rumors are true." She bent down and undid my pants. I started to scream and struggled for all I was worth, but the four girls held me there with no trouble at all.

When my pants were undone she grabbed the cuffs of both of the pant-legs, had the two girls let go of my feet, and she pulled my pants off. That morning Jennine had given me the laciest pair of panties she owned. They were bright pink with ruffles around the waist, legs, and across the back. I had protested when she gave them to me, but she said that it was the only clean pair that she had.

So there I was, in front of all those girls, naked from the waist down, except for a pair of pink, lacy panties. One of the girls said that I looked so cute wearing the panties, that they should remove that ugly boys' shirt that I was wearing because it was spoiling the look. That was all that one of the girls needed to hear. She bent down and tore my shirt open, popping every button. After that it was as if they all went crazy. They started taring and pulling at my shirt, taring it to shreds. "Put some lipstick on him.", the leader said.

One of the girls reached into her pocketbook, took out her lipstick, and applied it to my lips. Another girl took out a bottle of perfume and almost emptied the whole thing on me. After that they let me up. The leader asked me if I wanted my pants back. When I reached out to take them she pulled them away and told me to show them how I could walk like a girl. They taunted and teased me for about ten minutes. After that I guess they just got bored.

The leader threw my pants at me and they all ran away." I was able to go through the woods to get home, crossing roads only when absolutely necessary. When I got home I was able to sneak in the back door and upstairs to the bathroom where I washed off the lipstick and took a shower to wash off the smell of the perfume as best I could. I hide the shirt in a bag of rags in the garage.

My mother had me wearing panties for quite a while after that." "How long?" "I don't remember exactly but it was a lot longer than necessary." "How do you know that?" "Because she had found a job and had bought Jennine several new outfits before she finally bought me any new underwear,"

I don't know if Chris had intended to tell me all of what he had. Before he had started his story he had admitted that he wasn't sure weather he liked it or not. Then, once he started to talk, it was as if a dam had burst he told me the whole story in great detail as if subconsciously had wanted to tell someone about it for a very long time. As he was talking his penis grew vary hard and remained that way.

I started to realize what made my husband tick sexually. "And you're not sure weather or not you liked what those girls did to you?" "What do you mean? They forced me, how could I like it?" "Just a few minutes ago, before to told me the story, you said that you weren't sure you liked it." "Oh. Well I don't think I liked it."

"Are you sure? What if I made you wear my panties, would you like that?" "Oh, Janice!" Chris began to grow very excited. "Maybe I'll make you wear my panties, then I'll put lipstick and perfume on you, just like those girls did!" Chris's penis was hard as a rock, and I started to masturbate him. "But I won't stop there, I'll make you wear a bra, shave your legs and put stockings on you. Then I'll make you wear a dress and high heels. I'll put ribbons in your hair and make you wear earrings. I'll make you be a girl. How would like that?" "Oh, Janice, Janice!". "Yes, I think I'll turn you into a little sissy-girl."

At this point Chris was out of his mind. His mid-section was bouncing up and down on the bed as I was masturbating him. Finally he shot his load and lay there totally exhausted.

It took Chris quite a while to finally regain his composure, but when he finally did, he masturbated me with more enthusiasm than he ever had before. When we had completed sex I lay there in bed totally satisfied. Not only had we both enjoyed a sexual experience together more than we ever had before, but I had also found the key to turning him on.

A few nights later I was doing my nails. I was in a playful mood (I get that way with Chris sometimes), and just for fun I decided to do Chris's nails. It was at this point that I realized that I enjoyed making Chris more girlish. The first night with the panties, I did have fun but I thought that it was just because I had found something that turned him on. Now, I would never want to do something to Chris strictly for my own pleasure if he didn't like it too, but as I was filing and polishing his nails I noticed how feminine they looked. As I thought about, a strange tingle ran through me, and I was really getting turned on by doing it to him.

I have done Chris's nails several times since and I could tell he really liked it too. each time I did it I would leave his nails a little longer. At first I just thought that he would keep them trimmed as normal but to my surprise he stopped cutting them altogether and just let me care for them. I didn't keep them very long but they were longer then most men have them.

CHAPTER 3

Chris

Things were going fine sexually, but as time went on Janice began to grow more and more demanding as far as feminizing me. One night, a few weeks after she put the nail polish on me, we were having sex. She was telling how she was going to make me wear her panties the next day. This was not unusual, but when she told me things during sex, usually it was just a fantasy, especially if it was something daring like making me wear her things out in public.

The next morning as was getting dressed for work, she came into the bedroom with a mischievous grin on her face. She was holding something behind her back. "I have a surprise for you.", she said slyly. "What is it?", I asked. She brought her hand around from behind her back. She had a pair of yellow panties in her hand. "These are the panties that I wore yesterday." "And what do you expect me to do with them?" "What do you mean? I told you last night that I was going to make you wear my panties today." "How am I going to do that? I have to go to work." "It's easy you just hold them out in front of you and step into them one leg at a time. Here, let me help you." She got down on one knee and held them out. I don't know why, maybe I should have argued, but I just blindly stepped into them and she pulled them up into place. "There you go, you look sweet. Now put your pants on."

That day I went to work wearing my wife's panties. All day I was very embarrassed and scared. Several times during the day I remembered back to the time when my mother made me wear panties to school and I had a strange feeling that it would not be the last time I was made to wear Janice's panties to work, and I was glad when I finally got home that night.

Things went on fine for about a week. Janice had not made we wear her panties, and I was beginning to think that all of my worrying that day was for nothing. But one night, a week later she painted my toenails with nail polish and during sex she told me that she was going to make me leave it on. I didn't think she would really do it because she said she would do a lot of things since she made me wear the panties, but hadn't made me do them.

After sex I went into the bathroom to take the nail polish off and she followed me in. "What are you doing?" "Taking the polish off.", I replied. "I thought I told yo to leave it on?" "Yes, but---" "No but's, I want you to leave it on. Now come to bed." She did not let me take if off the next morning either, as a matter of fact a week later when it started to chip, rather than let me take if off, she took it off herself and reapplied new nail polish. Three days after she had painted my toenails the first time, she had me wear her panties again. Then two days later she did the same thing again. Initially, during sex, when Janice would talk about feminizing me, it was just a fantasy and she would very rarely actually make me do it but as time went on, more and more I realized that she didn't want this to be just a pretend game, she really would make me do these things, and before long I was wearing her panties more than I was wearing my own underpants.

During this time I had been trying to get some free lance work installing computers in an attempt to get my own business going and it was about this time that I landed a very large job with a beauty salon. This was the break that I was looking for. It was a very large CAD (Computer Aided Design) System. It would allow them to take a picture of a customer, scan it into the computer, bring up the picture on the screen, and show them what they would look like with a particular hair style or a certain type of makeup.

The system would also contain inventory, payroll, and booking systems. There would be seven terminals throughout the salon, with the main computer in the office. The entire system was worth several hundred thousand dollars and would take about six months to install. At this point I quit my job with the company I was working and started working full time for myself. Before long, the owner of the salon (her name was Colleen Summers) became very impressed with the job that I was doing and promised that she would recommend me to anyone whenever she got the chance.

One night about four weeks after I had started a the salon, Janice and I were having sex. She had me dressed a pink panty and camisole set that she had worn that day. She told me that it was time that I graduated from just panties and tomorrow she was going to make me wear the camisole too. "But Janice," I said "What if the girls at the salon see it through my shirt?" "Well, then I guess they'll just find out what a sweetie you really are." Sure enough the next morning she made good on her promise and made sure that I was wearing the panties and camisole before I got dressed.

As time went on, not only was she making me actually do the things that use to be just fantasy for her, but when I protested she would become upset with me. The worst time was one when she had bought this red plastic undergarment and wanted me to wear it. When I told her that I didn't want to she became furious and decided to punish me for my unwillingness. This triggered the lowest point in our relationship to date.

CHAPTER 4

Janice

I must start out by saying that I admit to being very unfair and out of line the first night I made Chris wear The red vinyl leotard, but I will talk more about that later. Chris has left out a lot of details that I will try to fill in. When He first told me about what the girls had done to him when he was younger I found out that I could sexually stimulate him by telling him I was going to dress him up like a girl and it didn't take long before I realized that I got excited with these little fantasies too. But as time went on I noticed that Chris (and me too) did not become as excited with them as he did at first.

Being the tease that I am, Every now and then, after sex, I would make him stay dressed as he was. After a while I noticed that if I actually made Chris do the things that I told him I was going to make him do, the next time we had sex he would get a lot more excited when I talked about feminizing him. It didn't take me long to figure out that if Chris really didn't believe that I was going carry out the little fantasies I described during sex he wouldn't react as well.

As time went on I also discovered something else. If he thought I was going to make him wear some item of womens' apparel out in public, especially if he thought it was something people might notice him wearing, he got a lot more turned on. I remember once, I had been making wear my panties for about a week and I had just started making him wear nail polish on his toenails. At that point Chris would have believed that I would actually carry out just about any fantasy. I told him that I was going to put blush on his face the next morning and make go to work that way. Chris go so turned on that I almost thought he was going to explode. I didn't really make him do it, (although I probably should have) I did decide at that point that if our sex life was going to be exciting that I would have to make him do everything that I told him I was going to make him do. This was going to be hard, because often in the passion of the moment, I got carried away.

This turned out to be a problem sooner than I thought. Two nights later, during sex, without thinking, I told him that it was time that he graduated from wearing just panties and that I was going to make him wear my panty and camisole set to work the next day. I had been making Chris wear my panties and nail polish on his toenails, and he had no reason not to believe that I would make him wear the camisole too.

Chris started to protest, saying that people notice it through his shirt. I told him that I didn't care and that he was going to wear it anyway. As I said this I could feel his penis growing in my hand and I have to admit that I became excited, think about the risky situation that I would put him in if I did make him do it. Then I remembered the promise that I had made to myself. Would I really make him do this?

He usually wore light colored business shirts to work, and the possibility of the camisole showing through was real. Then I thought about the times that I had not made him do things and how unresponsive he became during sex to my little stories. After thinking about it I decided that I was going to really do it. I thought to myself, "My husband, wearing a womens' camisole. Would the women at the salon notice it through his shirt?" As I asked myself this question I could feel myself growing more and more excited and at that point I determined that he was going to wear the extra item of womens' clothing.

The next morning Chris protested again about wearing the camisole. I grew annoyed with him and he immediately reciprocated and put it on. He put on the darkest shirt he had which was a medium blue and unless you were really looking for it you could not tell he was wearing it.

At this point I was making Chris wear my panties about half of the time. When I made him wear my panties I usually made him wear my camisole too. Chris would complain when I made him wear my camisoles and each time he did I grew a little more upset with him and as my announce with grew, his protests became a little weaker.

It wasn't long before he stopped complaining altogether. I think after a while he became more comfortable about wearing my camisoles because one night when I told him that he was going to wear my panties the next day he actually asked me if he was going to have to wear my camisole too. I really wasn't planning to make him wear it, but since he asked, I figured, "Why not?" and made him wear that too. If we both didn't enjoy this little game so much we probably would have realized how much risk of getting caught I was actually putting him in, but as time went on we both became more brave.

A few weeks later we were having sex and I told Chris I was going to make him wear my panties and camisole. I didn't think about it, but that day I had worn my black panty and camisole set. It didn't seem to phase Chris much. He put them on without hesitation. Whether or not he realized what he was doing, or if it was just coincidence, I don't know, but he wore a white shirt made of a very thin material. When he came down for breakfast I could plainly see the camisole through his shirt even in the dim light of morning. I probably should have said something to him but the thought of making him do something that risky was exciting to me. As a matter of fact I almost wished that he noticed how boldly the camisole showed through his so he would protest and I could make him wear it anyway. Sure enough Miss Summers, at the beauty salon, noticed it, but I'll let Chris tell you about that.

CHAPTER 5

Chris

That morning I went to work. I was at the point in the installation of the computer system where the terminals had been set up throughout the salon and I was spending most of my time hooking them into the main computer in the office. At about 11:30 Colleen came in and asked me if I wanted anything for lunch. One of the girls was going out to a sandwich shop. "No Thanks.", I replied, "I brought a sandwich from home." "Oh good, so did I. Lets break early and have lunch in here. I'd like to talk to you about a couple of things." "Why, are you unhappy or upset with me about something?" "No, on the contrary, as a matter of fact one of the things I want to talk to you about is someone else that is interested in having you do some work for them. The other, I just want you to satisfy my curiosity a little. Let me get my lunch and I'll be right back."

Colleen left the room and returned a few seconds with her lunch. I was sitting a the desk where I had been working and when Colleen came in She sat on the couch. "Do you remember a while back when I told you that I would recommend your talents to anyone, if the subject came up?" I nodded my head. "Well, one of my product suppliers wants to know if you can do some computer programming for her. She owns the company that makes the shampoo line that I use here in the shop. The company is located in California but I told her you might be able to do it through one of those modem things." Colleen handed me a piece of paper with the girl's name and address. "I told her I would ask you to give her a call tonight to discuss it." "Gee, thanks a lot Colleen, I really appreciate it.

What else did you want to talk to me about?". "Come over and sit with me." She sounded a little nervous as she patted the couch, indicating that she wanted me to sit next to her." "What is it?", I asked as I sat down with her. "I want to start off by saying that there is nothing wrong, and all of us here at the salon like you a lot." By the way she was talking I could tell that what she was about to say was making her uncomfortable. "Well, this is a little difficult.", Colleen said stammering. I just sat there waiting for her to tell me what was on her mind. Finally she spoke up nervously. "You can tell me this is none of my business and I'll shut up, but why are you wearing womens' underwear?"

There was silence for a few minutes. "Oh," I said sheepishly, "It was a just a silly game my wife was playing. We got a little carried away this morning and she had me wear her underwear." "Again I know this is none of my business but this is not the first day, the girls and I have noticed on a number of occasions that you were wearing a teddy or camisole, and Kathy, the manicurist, noticed that you've been keeping your nails fairly long and filed to a uniform length for quite some time now." "Oh.", I said hanging my head. "Chris, don't be uncomfortable. Really we don't mind. Like I said the girls and I were just curious."

"Well, to tell you the truth it's something my wife does to me on a regular basis. She enjoys it and I didn't see any harm in it. So I just let her do it, but if other people are noticing maybe I better have her stop." "Well, what you and your wife do is your own business and you don't have to stop on our account. As a matter of fact, Sally, one of the hairdressers, said that she thought you'd make a cute girl. I just promised the other girls that I'd ask you about it. Now I can tell that you're all embarrassed. Really, I wouldn't care if you came in, in a dress and heels as long as you kept up the good work on the computer system." "Thanks Colleen."

The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. She didn't want to embarrass me further or make me feel any more uncomfortable than I was already feeling so she picked up her lunch, got up and left the room and did not mention it again. I was very embarrassed but I was glad that she had taken the attitude that she did and as the day wore on I grew less uncomfortable about the situation.

That night when I got home I took the paper out of my pocket that Colleen had given me. "Crystle Arden, Arden Beauty Supply, San Francisco California." I called the number at the bottom. I had a long conversation with Ms. Arden and as it turned out the woman was looking for a very customized program that would keep track of an inventory of ingredients used in her line of hair care products, based on the sales of the finished product. That way she could not only keep track of how much product she had on hand, but based on current sales rate she could determine when she was running low on the ingredients necessary to manufacture it. I told her that I would be able to do the job. I would start working on it and send her a rough shell of the program via modem for her approval in about a week. After I had made any changes that she wanted we would see if we could come to an agreement on price.

CHAPTER 6

Janice

All during the day I had feelings ranging from fear that somebody would confront Chris and give him a bad time to exhilaration that I had made him go out wearing female attire that was obvious to anyone that looked at him. After Chris got off the phone he told me that Miss Summers had noticed the camisole through his shirt. "What did you tell her?", I asked. "I told her that it was you're idea." "And what did she say to that?" "Just that it was between you and me. Oh she also said that she and the other girls had noticed that I had worn them before and even the manicurist had noticed that my fingernails were manicured." I was surprised how calm Chris was taking the whole thing. As a matter of fact he almost seemed proud as he spoke, like he had conquered a fear. As he was talking, the concerns that I had for him during the day, melted away and were being replaced by thoughts of sending him out wearing other articles of female attire. maybe even a blouse or girls slacks or maybe even a pair of girls shoes. My desire to make him go even further was growing inside me.

Whenever I became upset with Chris for not wanting to do something he immediately crumbled and gave into my wishes. Over time, I began to enjoy having him circum to my wishes. This really came to a head at one point. I was shopping in a local leather store, looking for a new skirt. As I went through the racks of skirts, looking for something that interested me I happened to glance over to the back wall. This was where they put their more exotic fashions. Just to satisfy my curiosity I decided to check them out. As I was going though them I came across a red vinyl leotard. It had long sleeves and a high neckline and was made to be very form fitting. There was only one of them and oddly enough it was Chris's size. As I held the garment in my hand I could picture in my mind exactly what Chris would look like wearing a stuffed bra and the leotard. I had never bought any womens' clothes for Chris before and at first I had no intention of doing so. I stood there for quite some time thinking of how Chris would look wearing it and I began to grow excited. I thought to myself, "Should I actually buy this for him?" Finally I just took the leotard to the front of the store and paid for it.

On the way home I realized that I had forgotten all about getting a skirt for myself. When I got home I began planning how I was going to spring this on Chris. I knew him quite well and I knew that my buying him an article of womens' clothes would make him very uncomfortable. As I thought about it some more, I figured that if he gave me any resistance, I would just make him do it. "Maybe if he does give me a bad time, I'll punish him for his arrogance.", I thought to myself.

As this thought went through my mind I became very turned on. "Maybe I'll even humiliate him." I thought about dressing him up in the leotard, putting lipstick and makeup on his face. "Maybe I'll even put some perfume on him. Finally I'll put my red high heels on him, and invite some of my girlfriends over to show them what I do to my husband when he disobeys me." Although I knew that I would never do this to Chris, as I played this fantasy out in my head I took some strange sadistic pleasure at the thought of carrying it out.

Chris arrived home at about six P.M. "Come on upstairs Honey, There is something I want you to do.", I told him. "What is it?" "You'll find out." I led him upstairs to the bathroom and told him to remove his clothes. As he was doing that I got out the razor and shaving cream that I used to shave my legs. "What are you doing?", he asked. "It's not what I'm doing, it's what you're doing. you're going to shave your legs." "The hell I am!" "Hay, watch that mouth of your's." I was speaking to Chris as if he were a youngster. "Now, take my razor and shaving cream, get in the shower and shave your legs like I told you to." "Awe come on, Janice." Chris reluctantly took the razor and shaving cream and stepped into the shower.

I waited for him in the bathroom asking him several times how he was doing. Finally about a half hour later he said he was done. I opened the shower door and inspected him. There were still several blotches of hair on his legs. "I'm glad you don't shave my legs they look terrible." I took the razor and shaving cream from him and proceeded to complete the job he had started. When I finished shaving his legs I told him to raise his arms. He knew that I was about to shave his underarms and he looked at me as if he were going to protest but the look on my face made him back down. After I finished with his underarms I said, "Turn around and face me, I've decided I'm going to shave your chest too.

When I finished shaving him I got out the leotard, an under wire bra and a pair my panties to stuff in each of the cups. "See what I have for my pretty girl to wear." "Janice, where did you get that red thing?" "That red thing is a leotard, and I bought it for you today." "What for?" "For you to wear, what do you think?" "Why is it made of plastic?" "To make you look all the more sexy, my dear." "Well I don't want to wear it." "Well you're going to. Now get over here!"

Chris walked over to me. I put his arms through the bra, slid it up into place, turned him around, and fastened it in back. I then took the panties and stuffed them into the bra. With that finished, I picked up the leotard and was about to put it on him when I got an idea. I went and got a spray bottle of perfume and sprayed the inside of the leotard, and then returned.

The leotard was designed to be very tight and it was quite a struggle to get him into it. I tucked his penis between his legs so that it wouldn't show after I had gotten him into it. As I was getting him into it Chris said, "Come on Janice, this is ridiculous." "Shut up, you're going to wear this!" After about five minutes of struggling with the garment I finally got him into it I had him turn around so that I could zip it up in back. It was a bit of a struggle to get it zipped up but eventually I was successful. I had Chris turn around so that I could see him. I was flabbergasted.

The leotard fit him like a second skin. There was not a wrinkle in it. His artificial breasts protruded out from the leotard like they were real and the slick vinyl glistened as the light reflected off of it. As I stood there looking at my husband, The desire to control him, to rule over him, to make him give in to my slightest wish was overwhelming me. I grabbed him by the arm and without saying a word dragged into the bedroom and sat him down at my vanity.

I started by applying bright red nail polish to his finger and toenails. Then I proceeded with his makeup. I started with a heavy pancake base. Then I put a dark brown eye shadow on his eyelids. next I darkened his eyebrows with and eyebrow pencil, extending them out in order to make them look thinner. Finally I took my bright red lipstick and put a very heavy coat on Chris's lips and covered that with lip gloss. "Now for giving me such a bad time I've got something extra for you." Chris just sat there and did not say a word. At this point the nail polish was dry and I decided that My paten leather high heels would be a nice touch so I got them out of my closet and put them on his feet. Then I walked over to my bureau drawer and got out a red bathing cap. I took bottle of perfume and sprayed the inside of the bathing cap.

Now, I wasn't going to make you wear this, but maybe it will teach you to be more cooperative in the future." I put the bathing cap on Chris and did up the chin strap. I led Chris downstairs to the living room and had him sit down. It was a warm night and in the vinyl leotard and bathing cap, it didn't take long before Chris started to sweat. "How long do I have to keep this stuff on?", he asked. "Until I say you can take it off!", I replied indignantly. We sat there watching TV. Eventually I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back I noticed that Chris had undone the strap on the bathing cap and folded up the sides. "And just what do you think you're doing!" "Awe common Janice, I'm hot." "Awe, the poor little dear is hot."

I went into the bedroom and returned a few minutes with two stockings and a pair of dirty panties from the hamper. "Stand up." Chris did as I told him "Now, put your hands behind your back." As Chris was putting his hands behind his back, he said, "Janice, please don't do this." I tied his hands behind his back. Then I pulled the bathing cap back down into place and did up the chin strap. "You've been belligerent, rude, foul mouthed, and uncooperative, and I'm tired of hearing you gripe and complain. Now open your mouth." Chris just stood there. I slapped his face and screamed, "I said, open your mouth!" I rolled the dirty panties into a ball and stuffed them into his mouth. "Now keep that mouth open!" Chris held his mouth open as I had told him to do. I took the other nylon stocking, stretched it lengthwise, placed the middle across his mouth and then tied it behind his head in order to hold the panties in his mouth. "Now stand right there and don't move."

I went over to the hall closet, emptied it of the coats that were hanging there, went and got a small folding chair, placed it in the closet and had Chris sit in it. Then I took the steam humidifier down from the shelf in the closet, filled it with water, plugged it in and placed it in the closet with Chris. "You thought you were hot before now you're going to see how hot it gets when you defy me!" I shut the door on Chris and left him there.

As I sat to watch TV I could feel a rush of power. I had successfully controlled and humiliated my husband and he had given in to every one of my wishes. Then as time went on guilt feelings began to grow inside me. What I had done to Chris was rather cruel. From the time we first met he had never done anything to hurt me. His had always considered my feelings and happiness in anything we did. He had comforted me when I was sad. He could have stood up any time and opened the door to the closet if he had really wanted to, after all he wasn't tied into the chair. He could have refused to do any of the things that I told him to do, after all he is physically stronger than am. But no, he did everything I had asked him to, even though he didn't want to, he was doing it because it's what I wanted him to do. And now, how was I rewarding him for all his love and caring. I had dressed him like a girl, tied him up, and put him in a closet to suffer in humiliation. The longer I sat there The worse I felt.

Chris had been in the closet about two hours when I could stand the guilt no longer. I don't know why, I should have told Chris how terrible I had been to him and begged him for his forgiveness but my foolish pride would not allow it. I walked over to the closet, opened the door, had Chris stand up, turned him around untied his hands and the gag in his mouth, turned him around and removed the panties from his mouth, and told him he could come out now. I could tell had Chris had been very uncomfortable in there. His makeup had run all over the face from sweating and he looked about as wilted as a human being could get.

He just walked over to the couch and sat down. He did not say a word to me. What made me feel worse than all the physical discomfort that I had put Chris through was that I could tell that I had hurt him inside. He just sat there with the saddest expression I had ever seen. he did not move. The TV was on and he just sat there staring at it. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality it was only about forty five minutes. Finally I spoke up. "You can take that stuff of if you want." Chris got up without saying a word, Chris got up and went upstairs. He returned about thirty minutes later with all the makeup washed off, the nail polish removed, and wearing his pajamas. We sat watching TV, without saying a word until about 11:00PM, when we went to bed.

The next morning we got ready for work. We sat there in silence eating our breakfast. He didn't even kiss me good-bye when he left for work. The days wore on in painful silence and the guilt built up inside me. What had I done? Why had I done it? These two questions rang in my head, We had a very happy marriage and now it was falling apart because of a moments pleasure on my part.

After about a week of this I could stand it no longer. We were eating supper and I felt that if we were ever going to break this silence, talk about this terrible problem that I had caused, and try to get back some of the wonderful relationship that we once had, it was going to be me that initiated it.

I was extremely nervous. What if I did get him to talk and he told me that he didn't love me any more. He would be completely justified in feeling that way, I just don't know what I'd do if he felt that way. My hands were sweating and I couldn't think of anything to say. I just didn't have the courage to come right out and ask him to forgive me, so I decided to just try and start a conversation about anything. "I noticed you cut your fingernails.", I said as cheerfully as I could. "Uh huh.", Chris said very quietly without looking up from his plate. I could tell that he was still very upset and hurt from the incident of a week earlier. I wanted to keep the conversation going, but I was just too afraid and I couldn't think of anything to say. The both of sat there and finished our dinner in silence.

After supper we were in the living room reading Chris looked over at me and said, "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails?" My head snapped up and I looked over at him. He had actually said something to me. "What?", I asked with my voice full of enthusiasm. "Didn't you want me to cut my fingernails." I didn't know what to say and there was silence for several seconds.

"Well, I don't really know, I thought you cut them because you didn't want them long anymore." Chris looked at me with a confused and surprised look. "I thought you didn't want to do that sort of thing anymore." "Why would you think that?" "Because I gave you such a bad time when you dressed me up last week. I'm sorry Janice please don't be mad at me anymore. I promise that from now on I'll do anything you want me to and I won't complain or give you back talk or anything. Please Janice!" Chris was crying at this point. I didn't know what to say. Finally I spoke up. "But Chris, I was so mean to you." "And I'm sorry that you had to be.", he said crying.

I had assessed the situation all wrong, Chris thought that I was mad at him and that is why he had been so quiet. "Chris, I'm not mad at you." "Really, I'm so glad. What made you change your mind." "Change my mind, I was never mad at you." Chris again had a confused look on his face. "I don't understand, you acted so mad last week when I said I didn't want to shave my legs or put on the Leotard. If you weren't mad at me then why did you tie me up and put me in the closet?" "It was a stupid fantasy that I had. I was selfish and cruel and I'm very sorry."

We hugged each other for several minutes, then Chris said, "Don't be sorry." Now it was me who was confused. "What do you mean, don't be sorry. Are you saying that you didn't mind that I did those things did to you?" "Well, now that I know it was a fantasy, It's kind of exciting and the next time you do it to me I'll know. I just didn't like you being mad at me." "Chris, are you saying that you didn't mind me tieing you up?" "Not if I know you like doing it to me." Chris looked at me with the most loving expression. His face was red and his eyes were all swollen from crying.

I thought for a minute trying to asses the situation and then I decided to ask a more direct question. "Does that mean you want things to go back to the way they were before?" Chris smiled at me and batted his eyelashes. "Except for one thing." "Oh no", I thought to myself, "Here it comes. He won't let me dress me up anymore." "What is it?", I asked. "You have to promise me." "How can I promise, if I don't know what it is?" "You just have to promise." I hesitated for a second. "Ok. I guess after what I did to you I deserve it. I promise, no matter what." "You have to quit holding back. If I'm not mistaken you've always wanted to dress me up more often and make me wear more things, but you've always held back because you thought it was farther than I wanted to go. Am I right?" "Well yes, I guess so." "You have to promise that from now on, if you want me to wear some new item of women's clothes, or if you want to do something to me to make me more feminine, that you'll do it regardless of how you think I may feel about it." "Really?"

I was shocked but my heart leapt for joy inside me. I had always had a fantasy of dominating Chris into womanhood and here he was telling me to do it to him. "Yes really, and I want you to say it." "What do you mean?" "Say, I promise that if I want you to wear something, or if I want you to do something, or if I want to feminize you in some way, that I am going to do it, even if you may not want me to." "But what if it really is something you don't want to do?" "Listen Janice, When you tell me that I have to do something that I am afraid to do, it makes me even more excited to know that you're forcing me to do it and I like it even more." "Chris, are you sure about this?" "Absolutely." "Ok then, let's do it up right." "What do you mean?" "Wait here."

I went and got a pad of paper. When I returned, Chris asked, "What's that for?" "I'm going to put it down in writing and then we're going to sign it. That way neither of us can back out of it." "Ok.", Chris replied, smiling. I thought for a minute and then started writing. "I Janice Wood, do solemnly swear to make you, Christopher Wood, wear any women's clothes that I want you to wear, anytime I want you to wear them, and make you wear them for as long as I want, as often as I want, and to make you do anything, regardless of how you may feel about it." I handed the paper to Chris. "There, how's that?" Chris took the pad and read it. "It sounds good to me." "Now for you're part.", I said with a sly look on my face. "My part?" "Yes, your part. I'm going to make sure that neither of us can back out." "Ok.", Chris said in a tone of voice as if to reassure me that this was what he wanted.

Again, I thought for a second. "I, Christopher Wood understand that the above statement, duly signed by my wife Janice, is irrevocable by me, and will remain in effect permanently." "How does that sound?" Again Chris took the pad and read it. He raised his eyebrows and swallowed. "Ok." "Are you sure. Because if we sign this, I intend to keep my end and I expect you to also." "No, this sounds good just the way it is." We both signed the contract, placed it in an envelope and put it in the top desk drawer.

"And now I think it's time for Mommy to get her little girl back again.", I said like a mother speaking to her young child. Without saying a word Chris leapt forward and hugged my neck. "Yes, I think Mommy is going to have to turn you into her little girl again. I've missed her so much." I could feel Chris's arms tighten around my neck as if to say, "Thank you, thank you!"

I finally understood. This man who could single handedly design and program computer Systems worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. This man who could take and emotionally hurting person such as myself and through his loving kindness and compassion nurse her back to health until she was psychologically a whole person who could feel good about herself again, was inside, just a child who desperately wanted and needed someone to force him to fulfill a desire that was hidden away in a remote corner of who he was.

With all my psychological training I should have realized it earlier. there was a small child inside Chris who wanted to be controlled, and told to do what he desperately wanted to do. This marked the end of the lowest point in our relationship. The bottom line was that things were back to normal except I knew Chris a little better. We were still going to get to play our little dressing game, but I was going to have to put a little more effort into dressing him and do it more often. Also I realized that with Chris's fragile personality I could never treat him cruelly ever again. "Lets take you upstairs and get you out of that awful underwear and put some nice pretty underthings on you." I took Chris by the hand, led him up to the bedroom and dressed him in my underwear.

The next morning while Chris was getting dressed I came in and told him to start wearing My underwear again. Chris smiled at me and got my panties and camisole. He was about to put them on when I got and idea. I picked up my bra and walked over to him. "I want you to wear this too." I handed him the bra. "Oh Honey, that will show through the shirt." "Come on, everybody at the salon already knows." "Yeah but, this will be even more obvious." "That's ok, they don't mind and besides I want you to do it."

Chris did not say anything he just slipped his arms through the straps of the bra and pulled it up into place. I turned him around and fastened it in the back. I smiled at him and gave him a kiss. "That's my good girl.", I said to him. I turned and walked out of the room. Chris came down stairs a few minutes later. It was fairly easy to tell that he was wearing a bra. The extra material in that area plus the two sets of shoulder straps that showed through made it almost impossible not to notice.

As time went on Chris started wearing my underwear more and more and it wasn't long before Miss summers noticed that along with the camisole, he was also wearing a bra. She even suggested once that he try padding it a little. I knew then that I didn't have to worry about sending Chris out wearing even more articles of womens' clothing, so I started making him wear my pantyhose too. At first he did not like wearing the them. He said that his leg hairs got caught in the weave and if he moved the wrong way they pulled. One night during sex I told him that I wanted him to wear my pantyhose to work the next day and again he complained about how they pulled the hair on his legs. "Ok then, I want you to start shaving your legs on a regular basis. That way you won't have any hair to pull."

The next morning when he got in the shower I reminded him that I wanted him to start shaving his legs and handed him my razor and shaving cream. Reluctantly he took them. That night during supper I asked him if the pantyhose were any more comfortable. He had to admit they were. So from then on Chris shaved his legs twice a week so that he had no excuse not to wear the pantyhose whenever I wanted him to.

CHAPTER 7

Chris

At this point I wasn't wearing my own underwear very often and whenever I wore Janice's, I wore her panties, bra, camisole, and pantyhose. Because I was keeping not only my legs shaved, but my face and sometimes even my underarms, shaving became a real hassle and I complained to Janice on a regular basis. One morning, while I was stepping into the shower with the razor and shaving cream, I said, "I hate this. My skin is all dry, I have cuts on my legs, and it takes so much time." "Well, I have an idea." "What's that?", I asked. "There is a prescription that I have prescribed for a couple of my patients. They are women and they have a lot of facial hair. For a woman that can be quite traumatic and it was affecting their self esteem. As part of their treatment I used this drug which reduced a lot of their facial and chest hair, and made the hair on their legs a lot lighter too." "Chest hair?", Chris said, "You mean these women had chest hair?" "Yes, you can imagine how self conscious that must have made them." "Boy, that's weird." "Well, I'm going to get some for you and I want you start taking it." "It won't make me go bald will it?" "Of course not. It wouldn't have helped them much if they started losing hair from the top of their heads." "It's safe, Isn't it." "Of course it is. I wouldn't give anything to you or my patients if it wasn't." The next night Janice brought home these wonder pills and I started taking two of them each morning with my regular daily vitamins.

A few days after I started taking the pills I woke up with a bad headache. Although it was the worst headache that I could remember. At first, I didn't connect it with the pills that Janice was giving me. I took four aspirins and the pain finally subsided to the point where I could function. About two weeks later the same thing happened, I woke up with another bad headache. This was something that had never happened before and after second time, I tried to come up with a cause. The only thing I could think of was the pills that Janice was giving me. The more I thought about it, the more I suspected the pills, so I asked Janice, "Do you think that these pills could be causing these headaches that I'm having?" "I really don't think so. I haven't had any complaints from My patients and I haven't read that there are any side affects, much less headaches. If it were the pills that were giving you the headaches you wouldn't be having them every two weeks, you're taking them every day. But I will check into it for you."

About the time of the second headache was the first time I noticed a reduction in hair growth. I went into the bathroom one morning to shave and noticed that I barely needed one. It only took about two minutes to remove what little hair there was on my face and I noticed that even that hair was softer and easier to cut.

Janice got back to me a few days after she said that she would look into it. "I read everything I could find on the drug, and called the drug company that makes it and came up empty. If it is the pills causing the headaches you're the only one that's getting them." With my beard starting to lighten, I was subconsciously hoping that the pills were not the cause because I was really looking forward to not having to shave as often. Every few weeks I would wake up with another headache, but I was able to treat it with aspirins, and I knew that the pills were not the cause so I finally decided to just live with it.

At this point I had been working on the program for the girl in California for about three months and sending the updates to her via modem, over the phone lines. I had reached a point where the program had to be brought up on all of the computers placed throughout her small factory. This could not be done without actually going out there. It would take about two weeks of work to get the entire thing set up so I spoke to Colleen about taking some time off from the salon to go out to California and wrap up the project. She reluctantly agreed to let me go.

When I told Janice that I had to go to California for two weeks, she seemed kind of sad. "But Honey, do you have to go, We've never been apart for that long. I'm going miss you so much." "I know sweetheart, I'm going to miss you too." The next day I bought my plane ticket and made all the other necessary plans to leave on the following Monday. On Monday morning I went into the Salon for half a day because my flight was at four O:Clock P.M. As I was getting ready to leave to go home to pick up my suitcase a strange thing happened.

All of the girls in the salon came up to me one at a time and said how much they were going to miss me. "You know, you girls are the greatest.", I said to all of them, "It's really wonderful working with each of you and I don't know what I'm going to do after I finish up here. It's as if each of you has become a close friend."

Sally (one of the hair stylists), came over to me and pulled me off to the side to speak to me in private. "You know Chris, your hair is getting kind of long." "I know, but my wife likes it that way. so I don't want to get it cut." "No, that's not what I was suggesting at all. Colleen told us about you and your wife. And I was just wondering, when you got back, if you wanted to stay late some night, or if you wanted to come over to my house, or even if you'd like me to come over to your house, I'd like to do you hair sometime. I know I could make you look really pretty." "Why don't you think it looks ok?" "It looks fine for a boy. I just thought---." She hesitated for a second. "You might like to try, well---, a girl's hair style." I looked at her dumb founded. Colleen had mentioned that Sally thought that I would make a cute girl, but I never thought that she would make an offer like that. "I don't know Sally." "I know that my offer must have come as a shock to you, and you might never want to take me up on it, I just wanted you to know that I would be willing if you ever were interested." "Thanks Sally." As I left the shop I just couldn't get over Sally's offer to do my hair.

When I arrived home, Janice was there waiting for me. "I took the afternoon off so that I could see you off." "Thanks honey, I really appreciate it." I packed some last minute things into my suitcase and was about to close it when Janice came into the room carrying the pills she had gotten me and the bottle of aspirins. "Here honey, I want you to take your pills while your in California. I've gotten use to you the way you are and I wouldn't want you coming back to me all hairy.", she said smiling. I took them from her without saying a word and placed them in the suitcase. "Now don't forget." "I won't.", I said quietly. "Do you promise?" I looked over at her and gave out a sigh. "I promise." Although, in my mind, I knew that it couldn't be the pills that were causing my headaches, I wanted to prove it to myself so I was going to stop taking them on my trip but since I had promised Janice I wasn't going to be able to. I closed up my suitcase and Janice and I got in the car and headed for the airport.

The first few days in California were pretty uneventful. Ms. Arden was very excited about finally getting my program on-line. She was impressed with how well it turned out and complemented me on my hard work. The fifth day I was there, something strange happened. I began to grow very uneasy. I was nervous and uncomfortable about something but I couldn't put my finger on it.

The following night it was raining very hard when I was ready to go back to the motel where I was staying. It was only a short walk from Crystle's business (I was on a first name basis with Ms. Arden by this point), but I hadn't packed any rain gear. Crystle said that she was very sorry but she had planned on working all night and had let a friend borrow her car, otherwise she would have been able to give me a ride. The rain was coming down in buckets. I had never seen it rain that hard back east and if I tried to make it I would have gotten absolutely soaked. I stood there staring out the window for several minutes. "Doesn't this stuff ever let up." "It's liable to keep up for several hours." I had been working since Seven Thirty that morning and it was now Nine thirty at night and I was very tired.

Finally Crystle spoke up, "Look, if you don't mind looking a little silly, I might have a solution for you." "What's that?", I asked. "I have a rain coat, hat and boots that you can borrow." "That's odd", I thought to myself, "All these women in my life want to look like one of them. First Janice, then Sally at the salon, and now Crystle." But that thought quickly passed. Crystle was just trying to help me get back to my motel room without getting completely soaked. "Ok", I said, at this point I'll try anything."

Crystle walked over to the closet and got out her rain coat, hat and boots. "Here see how these fit." They were all made of red plastic. I slipped ont the coat and snapped it up then I put on the hat. It was fisherman's style with strings to tie under the chin. "This should be fine." "Not really. The water gets several inches deep when it rains like this and you'll ruin your shoes. It's just a suggestion, but you better wear the boots."

I took another look out the window and decided that she was right. I took off my shoes and put on the boots. They were a high heeled style with about a two inch heel. They were a little tight but they fit ok. "Boy I hope no one sees me like this," "Come here. With the wind blowing like it is the hat wouldn't stay on your head for two seconds.", Crystle said as she tied the hat under my chin. "I wouldn't worry about anyone seeing you. I thought you would look silly, but you look fine. I never noticed it before but you're face looks a lot like a girls' with this stuff on, no one will know the difference." She stepped back to look at me. "I can't get over it, you look really cute like that.", she said laughing.

I thanked her and headed out for the motel. The water was so deep that when I ran it splashed all over my pants so I had to walk. The walk was about half a mile and I made it in about ten minutes. When I got into my room I walked by the mirror. When I did I could see myself out of the corner of my eye. I was shocked at what I saw. It didn't even look like me. I remembered what Crystle had said about my face looking like a girl's. As I continued to look at myself in the mirror I began to notice a difference in my face. Sure it had less hair because of the pills I was taking, but there seemed to be something different. My facial features seem to be a little softer and rounder. After thinking about it I brushed it off as my imagination.

I walked over to a chair and sat down to relax. I was so tired that I didn't even take off the rain gear. It felt so good to sit down that I just sat there for several minutes. As I was sitting there I began to realize that the uneasy feeling I had was gone. I was feeling really good. Finally I got up, got undressed, showered. As I was looking at myself in the mirror I did a double take. My face looked different, but also my chest looked like it had more fullness and roundness. Without even thinking, I said to myself out loud, "I'm growing breasts." I went to bed but I slept very restlessly I couldn't stop thinking about how it seemed my body was changing.

Over The next few days I grew more and more uneasy. I called Janice one night when I got back to my motel room. It was so good to talk to her. I missed her very much. She was glad to hear from me and started the conversation. "I needed to have my hair done so I went down to Colleen's salon.", she said, "Those girls are very nice, and they did a great job on my hair. I think I'm going to have my hair done there from now on. And boy, do they think the world of you. Especially that Sally, she is the one who did my hair. If I didn't trust you as well as I do, I'd be worried about her." "Janice, you know that I could never do anything like that to you. Even if I was attracted to another girl, I love you too much to ever act on it." "I know. That's why said that I trust you before I told that I would worry about her." "Well actually it's kind of nice having you be concerned about other women, it let's me know that you still love me. I rained something awful out her the other day. I was so bad that I had to borrow Crystle's raincoat. I felt really foolish. I was afraid someone would notice me as a boy wearing a girl's raincoat." "Crystle? Who is Crystle?", Janice asked "Ms. Arden. She's the woman who owns arden Beauty Supply." "Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about, you look so good dressed up as a girl that I don't think any one would mind, besides your in San Francisco now people out there don't mind that sort of thing as much. Maybe we'll move out there some day that way I can dress you up in more elaborate outfits and make you go outside." Janice laughed that sly little laugh that she has.

"You know, now that you mention that I look so good dressed up as girl. When I got back to my room, I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked different." "Different? How?" "I don't know, just different. It looked like if you put a little makeup on me you wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't a girl. And when I got out of the shower it looked as if I were growing breasts." "Honey, that's ridicules, how could you be growing breasts. You've always looked like a girl in the face. I think that's one of the reasons I like dressing you up so much." "I don't know. It just seems I look more like a girl than ever." "It's probably because your facial an chest hair are so much lighter." "That's what I thought at first, but as I continued to look at myself it did seem that there was something else different about me." "I'm sure it's all in your mind." "I suppose your right. Well I guess I better get some sleep. I got a lot of work to do tomorrow. I love you." "I love you too honey. I can't wait till your home again." "Neither can I." I hung up the phone and went to bed.

The rest of my trip went pretty much according to plan. It rained three more times and I was a little less nervous about wearing Crystle's rain gear. I did notice on the third time that the uneasy feeling that I was having, went away each time I wore her coat, hat, and boots. Again I just brushed it off as being all in my mind. One thing I did notice, was that I did not have a headache all the time I was in California. This proved to me that whatever was causing them, it was not the pills.

By the time the two weeks were up, the program was up and running. They were still keeping inventory manually, but each time they ran low on a product or an ingredient the program either generated an order for that ingredient or warned them it was time to produce more of the product. Once it even printed an order for aloe (an ingredient used in one of their shampoo lines that they missed in there manual inventory system. This impressed Crystle and most of the other people in the office.

It was so good to finally get home. I had missed Janice so much and it was obvious that she had missed me too. She met me at the airport and when we saw each other we ran toward each other and hugged each other for several minutes. "Let me look at you.", she said, holding me back at arms length. "It's so good to see you again." Then she got an odd look on her face. I guess the best way to describe it is surprised approval. her eyebrows raised up and she got a secretive smile on her face. Then she grabbed me again and hugged me very tightly.

The next few days were spent getting back into my normal grove. I was very tired. I had worked between sixty and eighty hours a week while I was in California and I slept about ten hours a night for the first two nights in order to catch up.

CHAPTER 8

Janice

When Chris first returned, I hadn't dressed him for quite a while and it took me a while to get back my boldness. It was during this time that Chris mentioned an uneasy feeling he had developed while he was in California. The reason the subject came up was because he was continuing to have these feelings after he got home. This was obviously psychological, which was my area of expertise so we decided to talk about it to see if we could find the problem. After about a week I noticed a pattern. I was back to the point where I was dressing Chris in my previous day's underwear. This seemed to coincide with a lessening of his feelings of uneasiness. They had started to subside quite a bit but had leveled off and had not completely gone away. I did not tell Chris what I suspected, but I did try a simple experiment.

Each night we sat down and talked about how he was feeling. On two occasions during the week I dressed him up extra elaborately. One night I put him in full makeup, earrings, high heels, and even some of my perfume. I kept track of how Chris described how he felt and I noticed a pattern starting to develop, a pattern that I suspected would emerge. On the nights that I dressed Chris up with extra things he seemed to feel less uneasy. When I was sure that it was not just my imagination, I decided to confront him with my findings.

"Chris, I think I can see a pattern starting to develop here. It's a classic pattern that occurs in more people than you would think. It usually starts in childhood, which I think is the case with you." "In childhood, what do you mean?" "Well when a child experiences something very traumatic it can sometimes have very long lasting effects." "Well, what traumatic experience could I have had?" "I think the time when those girls dragged you into the woods and stripped you so they could see your panties, it effected you very deeply. That night when you told me about it, just before you started your story, I don't think you even realized you said it, but admitted that you weren't sure you liked what they did to you. But when I questioned you on the statement afterwards you denied ever having expressed any doubt, you said that you definitely didn't like it." "Well, I didn't." "I think, at first, you didn't. But it made such a deep impression on you that you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Then, in order to deal with it, you started to accept it, and eventuality, subconsciously, you even developed a liking for it. It's not unlike a child who is sexually molested by an adult. Quite often they grow up wanting to be tied up or whipped during sex." "That's sick." "It's not sick, it's a defence mechanism. If they remained as repulsed by the experience as they were when it first happened to them, it would destroy them emotionally." "Does that mean everyone who is into the S and M scene was sexually molested as a child?" "No I seriously doubt that. But let's get back to you.

After I found out how much dressing you up, stimulated you sexually, I started doing it to you on a regular basis." "But I thought you did it because you liked doing it to me." "I do, but I never would have started if I hadn't found out that you liked it too. And once I started doing it on a regular basis you had a way of fulfilling a desire that you had suppressed for years." "Well, what does all this have to do with my headaches and feelings of uneasiness?" "Well, the headaches started shortly after that time I tied you up and put you in the closet. At this point you were afraid of losing that fulfillment.

This put you under great stress and when we finally made up you wanted me to dress you up even more. I was a little slow at giving you what you wanted. The stress that you had recently experienced and your increased desire was what caused you headaches to start. Then when you went to California you again experienced an extended period of time when I didn't dress you, and again the stress built up causing your feelings of discomfort. "You know, I bet that's why I though I saw breasts growing on my chest and why I thought my face was growing more feminine looking." "Your mind was finding impossible to deal with the fact that you were unable to dress while you were in California, and that's what caused your uneasiness and feelings of distress, but it was something else that's causing to think your growing breasts and the changes in the look of your face." "What's that?" "It's not your imagination. That part is my fault." "What do you mean!" "Chris..." I hesitated, trying to put as lightly as possible, in order to defend my actions and to make Chris as comfortable as I could with what I had done to him.

"Chris. Let me start by saying that it's nothing that can't be reversed, but ever since I first dressed you, I've been noticing your moods. And it's been obvious for a long time that your happiest when you're dressed as a woman. Each time I've had you wear something new, I've watched how your happier. Sure your nervous about it for a while, but then you get use to it and your happier.

So finally I decided to take things a little farther. I knew that you wouldn't be able to handle it so I didn't tell you the whole truth about the pills." "What truth?" "Well...", I cleared my throat. "They are female hormones." "Female hormones!" "Relax. the affects are still completely reversible, if you stop taking them. I've always intended to tell you before it was too late, and now is that time. That's why I know that it wasn't the pills that have been causing your headaches.

Doctors and psychiatrists have been prescribing them for years and headaches have never been one of the symptoms." "I can't believe that you would do something like that without telling me." "I did it to help you and you can always stop taking if you want to." "I don't know, I'm so confused." Chris put his hands over his face and shook it back and forth as if to say no. He finally took his hands down and looked at me. "What if I decide to stop taking the pills and dressing like a girl?" " I'm afraid that the headaches and uneasiness will only get worse and it you could develop even more symptoms and I really couldn't recommend that."

"So what do we do about it?" "Well, I'm sorry to say, the psychiatric and medical professions have been trying to treat deep seated obsessive behaviors such as your's with virtually no success. It's not like getting a smoker off of cigarettes, or an alcoholic off of drink. It's more like trying to cure a pedophile or a rapist. "Are you saying I'm like one of those people?" "No Honey, not at all. What you do, hurts absolutely no one. I'm just saying that to eliminate this obsession would be just as impossible as it would with something like that." "So when you say, act out my desires, just exactly what do you mean?" "Why, wear more of my clothes and things, of course." "Like What?"

"Well, I want to start, by having you wear my shoes. When you've grown used to that I want to start having you wear a little makeup, then some lipstick and some lip gloss, and then some blush. Eventually we could add eye makeup. When you got use to that we could start having you wear nail polish, your nails are looking very nice these days. Then you could start wearing my skirts, blouses and dresses. By that point we should have your hair done like a woman. After that, it wouldn't be any trouble to have you wear jewelry and carry a purse." "But, except for having my hair done up like a woman, you've dressed me up in those things before." "Yes, but that was only playtime. It's time we started doing it for real!" "What do you mean for real?" "Wearing them all the time."

"Do you mean you want me to start wearing them to work?" "To work, while doing errands, around the house---. All the time" "No! Absolutely not!" "Honey, I won't force you to do it, but I don't think you have much choice. If you don't, your headaches and feelings of uneasiness will only get worse, and eventually you could even have a nervous breakdown." "No, I think if stop wearing your underwear, and you stop trying to feminize me every time we have sex, that these urges will slowly become less and less important to me. They weren't all that important to me before we started playing our little sex games and I think if we stop, things will go back to the way they were."

"Honey, I really recommend against it. Your desires are so deep seated that they will never go away and you run the risk of doing serious emotional damage to yourself." "I don't think so. I bet if I just stop wearing your things that the desire will go away and eventually I'll be fine" "Honey, believe me, it won't happen! It's just not that simple." "Janice, I respect your knowledge and judgement a great deal, but in this instance I think you're wrong. I think I know myself better than anything and I think I can beat this thing." "I knew that Chris was wrong, but what more could I say, at this point his mind was made up."

CHAPTER 9

Chris

At that point I decided that I was not going to wear any more of Janice's clothes and to stop taking the hormone pills. Although Janice didn't like the idea, she agreed to go along with my desires and not try to entice me into wearing her clothes anymore. I had been wearing my hair fairly long for quite a while and I liked the style. It that it had nothing to do with my desire to become more feminine, so I decided not to cut it.

The next morning I got up. Janice's underwear from the previous day was sitting on the chair just it had been every day for so long. I don't know weather she left them there as a last attempt to get me to wear them or if she had just done it out of habit. I looked at them for quite a long time. As I did I could feel a strange feeling come over me. I was never going to get to wear them again. A feeling of panic came over me and I could feel a knot growing in my stomach. Finally I just went to my drawer and got out my own underwear.

That day at work was a little hard but I was able to function ok. I had to be strong in order to overcome these desires that I had developed. The next day I woke up to another one of my headaches. I took some aspirin and went off to work. The aspirin did not get rid of the pain to the extent that it usually did, so about Ten O'clock I took some more. Also I was growing a little jumpy.

After I finished lunch I sat down at the computer. I looked down at my hands and noticed that they were shaking. A few minutes later Colleen came in to ask me a question. When she called my name I jumped. I turned around to face her. "Are you alright? You look awful!" "I'm sorry, I got this headache that I just can't seem to shake, and I haven't been sleeping well lately." "Maybe you should take a couple of days off. You really don't look well at all." "No, that's ok, I'm sure I'll be fine. What was your question?" "Sally is having a hard time bringing up the graphics program. The keyboard locked up on her and she can't seem to get the darn thing to do anything."

After investigating the problem I discovered that I had made a change to one of the batch files on the main computer and as a result it had locked out the graphics program. I went back in and fixed it and everything was working ok again." I was pretty shaky for the rest of the day. With my headache that never went completely away and my nervousness, I'm afraid I wasn't able to accomplish much. I was glad when the end of the day came and I was able to go home.

CHAPTER 10

Janice

When Chris got home I could tell that he was not in the best of shape. he looked very tired and was very quiet for most of the evening. This went on for several more days, and by the end of the week he was a complete wreck. I spoke to him about what he was trying to do and suggested that instead of trying to shake this thing all at once, he might try tapering off slowly in order to lessen the shock to his mind. (I knew that nothing he did was going to alter the fact that he either he was going to accept his condition or else he would be headed for serious emotional problems.) He spent most of the weekend resting, but on Monday morning he did not look much better.

That Wednesday I was in my office when I got a call from Colleen at the beauty salon. "I think you better get down here right away! There is something terribly wrong with Chris!" I told the receptionist to cancel the rest of my appointments for the day. I knew right away what the problem was, but I was not prepared for what I found when I got there. Chris was in Colleen's office, lying on the floor in a fetal position, sobbing un controllably. Colleen helped me pick him up and sit him on the couch.

There were still a number of customers in the shop so Colleen suggested that we stay in the office for a while. Colleen called up all the people who had appointments for the rest of the day and cancelled them and put up the "closed" sign in the window. I stayed in the office with Chris trying to comfort him and as the salon slowly emptied out. The girls, one at a time, came into the office to se how he was doing and to see if they could help in any way. I was very surprised to see how much concern each of the girls had for Chris. It was obvious that each of them had developed a close relationship with him and was very concerned about his current situation.

When Sally came in she looked at Chris with saddest eyes. She walked over to him, put her arm around his shoulder and asked, "How are you doing Chris?" He was just sitting there, shaking like a leaf and sobbing. After the shop cleared out Colleen came in and informed us that it would be ok to take Chris out now.

Colleen and I helped Chris to his feet and led him out into the shop. We decided that it would be best if I went and got the car and pulled it up directly in front of the shop. When I pulled the car around, all of the girls led Chris out the front door and helped him into the car. Colleen walked around to my side of the car and had me roll down the window.

"Look I don't want you or Chris to worry about this place at all. He can take as much time off as he needs. Everything will be waiting for him whenever he's ready to come back." "Thanks, Colleen.", I said, "but, Chris may be out quite a long time. He's had an emotional breakdown, and right now, there is no way of telling how severe it is. He could be laid up anywhere from a couple of weeks to as much as a year."

Colleen looked at me very seriously. "Janice, Chris has done so much. Many times when we didn't understand how to do things on the computer, he took extra time to explain things to us, and when I changed my mind as far as how I wanted something set up even if it was after he had that thing already set up. And when we had to have something explained to us four or five times, he did it without complaining, and he usually blamed himself for not explaining it right the first time. And I can't count the number of times he spent sixty and seventy hours a week here and I never got billed for any of those hours.

I don't know if I could make it for six months, but as it stands now I plan wait until Chris gets better and have him come back and finish the job himself. So you just tell him not to worry about us or the computers, just worry about getting better." Once again Chris had worked his magic by touching the lives and hearts of people he came in contact with. I thanked Colleen, trying to hold back my tears of gratitude.

Chris did not say a word all the way home and looked very drawn out and tired. When we got home I took him up to the bedroom and got him undressed. As I was undressing him he just stood there with a blank expression on his face. I even had to sit him down on the bed and pick up his feet one at a time to get his pants off. After I got all of his clothes off, I thought for a second.

I went over to my bureau drawer and got out a bra, two pairs of pantyhose, and a pink satin nightgown. I walked over to Chris and held out the bra, indicating to him that I wanted him to put his arms through the shoulder straps. Chris's eyes opened very wide and got a look of terrible fear on his face. He cried out, without saying anything and started flailing his arms around. "Stop it!", I shouted, but it had no effect. At this point I knew that I was going to have to be more forceful. I walked up to him and slapped him in the face as hard as I could. Immediately he stopped swinging his arms and started whimpering.

"That's better. Now put your arms out so I can put this on you.", I said with agitation in my voice. (I did not want Chris to see how worried I was.) He started to cry. "I'm sorry Chris, but it's the only way you're going to get better.", I said as I slipped the shoulder straps of the bra up his arms and onto his shoulders. "Now turn around so I can hook it in back." Chris did not do anything.

After waiting a few seconds I turned him around and hooked the bra in back. Then I turned him back around an put a pair of pantyhose in each cup. With that completed I slipped the nightgown over Chris's head and down into place.

After I had Chris all dressed I pulled down the bed sheets, laid him on the bed and pulled the covers over him. He just lay there with a blank expression on his face. I sat down on the bed next to him, stroked his hair and whispered, "I promise you Chris, you're going to get better. It may be a long hard fight, but the two of us will get through it." Chris closed his eyes and was starting to fall asleep, so I got up and left the room as quietly as I could.

Chris had been in bed for about two hours. I was downstairs reading a book. All of a sudden I heard him cry out. He sounded as if he were in a panic. I ran upstairs to the bedroom to see Chris laying on the bed kicking and screaming. I ran over to him an tried to hold his arms down, but he was able to push me off. "Chris, stop it!", I shouted, but he just kept it up. "Chris, if you don't stop it, I'll have to restrain you!"

I ran to the hall closet, where I kept a doctor bag with a few medical supplies. I got out a hypodermic needle and a vial of sodium pentothal. (This is a drug used throughout the medical field as an anesthesia. It is also sometimes used in hypnosis to break down mental barriers and make treatment more effective.) I filled the syringe, recapped the needle, and ran back into the room.

Chris was still kicking and screaming. I went over to the bed, still holding the syringe. Holding him down as best I could, I was able to expose his buttocks. I removed the cap to the needle with my teeth and injected him with the sodium pentothal. Within about thirty seconds Chris started to calm down and in about a minute he was out cold.

I got out four stockings and tied one to each of the bedposts and then tied his right arm to one, his left arm to another, his right leg to the third stocking and his left leg to the fourth. I made sure that all of the knots were tight and secure and then I went downstairs. I sat down in the living room and tried to asses the situation.

I thought to myself, "If only I had not allowed Chris to stop dressing in my clothes, he never would have fell apart like he did. Then I thought about the time that Chris had made me promise him not to let his feelings interfere with what I wanted for him, and I had decided to put it in writing and have us both sign it. I went to the desk and opened the drawer. There was the envelope. I picked it up, opened it and read the contract that we both had signed.

How could I have forgotten the resolve that I had that night and Chris's desire for me to have that resolve. At that moment I decided that things were going to change. I was wrong to let him stop dressing in my clothes, and that the only way that this situation was ever going to be resolved was if Chris had a sex change and became a girl. I decided, first of all, to correct that mistake and then to once and for all, turn my husband into a girl. I knew that the law would not allow me to force him to have a sex change against his will so I was going to have to use all of my psychiatric skills to try and convince him to become a girl.

CHAPTER 11

Chris

I woke up the next morning with another of my headaches. When I had a chance to wake up a little I realized that I was tied to the bed. I called out for Janice and when she heard me she came into the room. "Well, how are you feeling this morning?" "Still pretty shaky, but a lot better than yesterday.", I replied. "You still look pretty pale. You gave me quite a scare, you know" "I'm sorry. It's all like a terrible nightmare to me. It was as if the whole world was closing in on me. I couldn't breath and I was totally overwhelmed."

"What you had was a nervous breakdown. Luckily you seem to have come out of it, but we have to be very careful for a while, or it could happen again." "I have another of my headaches. Could you get me some aspirin?" She left the room and returned a few minutes later the aspirin and a glass of water. "Could you untie me?" "I think better leave you just the way you are for a while just to be on the safe side. what you need now is rest. We can talk later on about when you can be untied and just what the plan of action is going to be for getting you well again." Janice went downstairs and without much trouble I went back to sleep.

I slept for what seemed like a few hours when Janice came back into the room carrying my lunch on a tray. It was just a few crackers and some broth, she wanted me to eat light for a while. She fed me the soup and crackers.

When I was done she moved the tray to a table and sat on the bed with me. "How long do I have to stay tied up?", I asked her. "We have to talk Chris. And how you react to some things I have to say, will have a great deal to do with how long you have to stay tied up." "What things?", I asked "About you, and how things are going to be for you from now on." "What do mean?" "I never should have let you stop dressing in my clothes. I knew you couldn't handle it and now you've had a nervous breakdown and it's all my fault." "Janice, it's not your fault, it's a decision I've made myself." "Chris, you're not capable of making decisions for yourself. I know it, and weather or not you want to admit, you know it too."

I felt very insulted at what Janice had just told me. "So, if I'm not capable of making my own decisions and you are, just what decisions are you planning to make for me?" Janice just sat there with her head hanging down. Finally she took a deep breath and let it out, looked up at me and said, "I'm going to turn you into a woman." "You can't! I won't let you!", I said, struggling against my restraints. "You can't stop me. Remember, I said your reaction would have a great deal to do with how long you would stay tied up. I'm telling you right now, if I have to, I will leave you tied up the whole time. It's the only way you'll ever get better."

At this point I became very angry. "That's not true. The only reason you're doing this is to fulfill that fantasy you have always had about turning me into a girl!" "Look Chris, I'm not going to deny that I've wanted to do this to you for a long time, but their are two other reasons that can't be overlooked." "And just what might they be?" "First and foremost, you couldn't even last a week without wearing my clothes." Janice then held up and envelope. Then secondly, there's this." "What's that?" She opened the envelope, took out a piece of paper and held it out for me to read. "Remember this? You practically forced me to promise you that I would not even take your feelings into consideration in doing the things that I wanted to do to you. So, the bottom line is, you are going to become a girl, weather you want to or not." At that point I just turned my head away and ignored her. Janice sat there for a few minutes and then finally just got up and left.

CHAPTER 12

Janice

When I got up in the morning I called my office and cancelled my appointments until further notice. Any of the more urgent ones I referred to Dr. Shullman then I went up to talk to Chris. I told him how things were going to change (which he explained to you). Things went so poorly that at one point, anything I had to say would only upset Chris even more so I decided to leave him alone to think about what I had told him an maybe get use to the idea that he really had no choice.

I had been sitting in the living room for about a half an hour when the phone rang. It was sally from the beauty Salon, calling to find out how Chris was doing, and if she and the girls could come over to visit. I explained to her that things were not going too well and that until things settled down a little bit it would probably be a good idea to stay away. "Why, what's wrong", she inquired. I wasn't sure weather I should be more specific, but I was feeling pretty overwhelmed and I really wanted to talk to someone. I remembered how the girls reacted when they found out that Chris was wearing my underwear, so I decided to take a chance and share with her, some of the details. There was a pause as I prepared myself to tell her what was going on.

"Well, I think you realize that Chris had been wearing my underwear." "Yes, a couple of the girls in the shop, noticed that. We felt kind of uncomfortable asking him about, so we mentioned it to Colleen. She talked to Chris about and he told her it was some sort of game that you liked to play." "It may have been my idea, but it was him that gave me the idea by staring at me every time I put my makeup on, then another time I had him wear my raincoat out to get the mail, and Sally, he kept it on for another fifteen minutes!"

"It sure sounds to me like it wasn't a one way street." "Thank you for saying that, because sometimes I just feel so guilty, but I'm getting off the track here. As time went on I found it was the only way to get him really sexually stimulated." "Janice, are you sure that you want to tell me all this." "I'm sorry, I just feel like I have to talk to someone." "Well, if that's the case, feel free." "Thank you, I figured that because you already knew about his wearing women's underwear that if I was going to tell someone, that it should be one of you girls from the shop.

Well, as I was saying, It's the only way I could get him sexually stimulated, and after a while I had him try wearing a pair of my panties to work. It wasn't long before he got use to that and I had him start wearing other things to work. At this point it was still just a game, but after an argument we had he decided that he was not going wear women's clothes. An odd thing happened then. He started getting headaches. After experimenting a while we discovered that whenever he wore my underwear or some other article of feminine clothing the headaches went away.

At this point I figured that the headaches must be an anxiety response, and as time went on we discovered that it took more and more to satisfy him." "Yeah, I remember for a while we noticed he was wearing a camisole. Then one day we noticed he was also wearing a bra." "But Sally, after a while he needed even more things." "Well, if he wants to wear women's clothes, and it's obvious that you don't mind, I don't see what the problem is. I know Colleen told him that she didn't mind. I even offered to do his hair up like a girl sometime and I believe Kathy said she would do his nails." "Really. Chris never told me that." "So, I'm sure it wouldn't cause a problem in the shop, even if he did want to dress like a girl."

"That's not the problem Sally, now he refuses to. That's what caused him to break down yesterday and even after that he's still giving me a bad time about wearing them." "But I thought you said he liked wearing women's clothes." "He does." "Then why does he refuse wear them, especially after yesterday?" "I don't know Sally, sometimes he acts so immature. Honestly, if I didn't know better, sometimes I'd think I was talking to a five year-old." "You know, it's funny you should say that. Once I went out to pick up lunch for all of us in the shop. Chris ordered a roast beef sandwich. When he got it, he noticed that they had put onions on it. He raised such a fuss and carried on so. I don't know what came over me.

I walked and over and told him to stop acting like such a baby. I opened the sandwich and took out the onions. He got a real sheepish look on his face settled right down and just ate the sandwich. It's almost as if he enjoys being treated like a child. Sometimes I swear he tries to get us girls in the shop to act like his mother, and because he is such an endearing person we just do it. We're always telling him what to do. If he does something wrong, we scold him and he seems to like being treated that way." "He does." "Well then if he likes being treated like a child, treat him like one. If he doesn't do what he knows is best for him, scold him. I can't imagine him refusing after that." "I did and he's not refusing, he' just pouts."

There was silence for a second and then Sally giggled mischievously. "What?", I asked. "I was just thinking maybe he needs a spanking." (I thought about the time I tied Chris up and put him in the closet.) "Well, something happened a while back in our marriage, and I promised myself that I would never do anything like that to him." "Janice, I'm no psychiatrist, but I bet it would work. I really have to go now. I'll be calling back to see how Chris is doing. Everyone in the shop wants to come visit as soon as it's ok." "Thanks for calling Sally. It really helped talking to you." "Hay, I was glad to be of help."

After I got off the phone with Sally I decided that it was time for Chris to go on his hormone pills again. I went to the kitchen where I kept them and got out five. I knew the dosage that had to be given to him. It would be three pills, five times a day. I went up to the bedroom and informed him that I wanted him to take the pills. He just looked away as if refusing. "Common Chris, don't be this way." He didn't move.

I walked over to the bed, crabbed him by the chin, turned his head so that he was facing me, opened his mouth, and stuffed the pills in. "Now drink this!", I said angrily, holding a glass of water in front of him. I held the glass as he drank the pills down. "Since I'm turning you into a girl, I'm going to have to give you your hormones intravenously. I'll give you the pills for now, but as soon as I get a chance to go out to the drug store and get what I need you'll be getting a needle."

I turned, walked out of the room and went back downstairs. A few minutes later he called me. I went up to see what he wanted. "I have to go pee pee." I thought for a second. I had completely forgot about that. I would have to go out to a drug store and pick up a bedpan. I went downstairs and got an empty plastic milk jug and went back upstairs. I flipped back his nightgown and pulled down his panties. "You know, the way you've been behaving, I should just let you wet the bed and make you lay in it.

I took his penis and put it into the neck of the milk jug. "Ok, go ahead." Chris urinated in the milk jug. After he was finished I pulled his panties back up, flipped his nightgown back down, took the jug and left the room. After I got downstairs I thought about what Chris had said. He had never referred to urinating as "pee pee" before. Everything I tried to do him over the next few days got the same type of reaction from him.

Sally called every day to see how things were going. She kept telling how I was putting myself through a lot of unnecessary misery. "Humiliate him a little bit, he'll respond. I really can't understand what's holding you back, especially if he's treating you this way.

One afternoon I was sitting in the living room. I thought back to one of the courses I had taken in school. I had studied about a doctor, who, in order to eliminate an undesired behavior, had brought the patient back to that point in his life that had caused the undesired behavior. He actually had him acting like a child. The idea was to get the patient to relearn how to behave. I thought for a minute. Could I apply this to Chris? Say I decide to treat him like a child as Sally had suggested. I could dress him up like a little girl, teach him to obey me without question (and with enthusiasm), and when he didn't, punish him.

I know I had promised myself never to be cruel to him again, but which would be more cruel, to humiliate him or to let him slowly destroy himself. I had to think long and hard. was I doing this just because it was a turn on for me, or was it really for Chris's own good. I thought about for the rest of the day. That night, I finally decided that it really didn't make any difference weather or not I was going to like doing it to him, as long as Chris got better.

That night as I lay in bed planning the things that I was going to do to Chris. As I thought about a certain patient came to mind. Her name was Justine. She was a sexually dominant woman. This had caused a lot of problems in her relationships, so she had decided to seek professional help. After working for three years with Dr. Shullman and finally with me, I finally convinced her that she should become a dominatrix. She fought the idea for the longest time, but after she decided to try it, she found that this was what she always wanted. I wondered if I might not be able to use her to help me with Chris.

My mind went wild, thinking of all the things that I could do to Chris. By five A.M. I could stand it no longer. I went into our bedroom to talk to Chris. "Chris?" "What?", he replied. He was barely awake and I think my voice startled him a little bit. "You've been behaving like a spoiled little child, and I'm sick of it. You know as well as I do what has to be done to you in order to make you well again. Since you insist on acting like a child, I'm going to treat you like one, and since You must be turned into a girl, I have decided to treat you like a girl child." "What do you mean?" "Well, I'm going to start by putting your hair up in banana curls and tieing it up in ribbons. Then as soon as I get a chance I'm going out and get you some little girls' clothes to wear. But that's not all. From now on, if we are to prevent this from driving us both crazy, you are going to have to learn to do whatever I say without question. Now, in order to accomplish this I have decided to make you do some things that may seem pretty bazaar at first, but maybe, after a while you may even get to like them, but to tell you the truth I really don't care weather you like them or not." "What kind of things?" "You'll find out as we go along, but I will tell you this.

I'm going to destroy all of your self respect, that way my job will be a lot easier. You're going to learn to behave like a little girl. You will refer to me as "Mommy" and I will refer to you as "Christine". I'm going to teach you that I am your superior and because the eventual goal is to turn to into a woman, I am going to teach you that women are superior to men and that you are striving to become the superior sex." Chris just sat there listening. I could tell already that his attitude was changing. He was looking at me with wide eyed interest. "Do you understand?" "Yes.", Chris replied. "Yes What!" "Yes, Mommy." "That's better." "This is going to work!", I thought to myself. With just a little forcefulness Chris's attitude had completely changed.

I went over to my vanity and got my curling iron. I combed out his hair which was fairly long. Then I took sections, one at a time and curled them up in the curling iron. As I was doing it I told Chris that maybe we should dye it blond. "I think little girls look cuter as blonds. Don't you?" "I guess so.", Chris replied. "You guess so?" "No, they are.", he said sheepishly. "Then wouldn't you like me to dye your hair blond?" "Yes Mommy." "That's my girl." I finished curling his hair. Then I took a hair ribbon, gathered all the banana curls up in the back and tied them with the ribbon and finished it off with a pretty bow."

I went over to my vanity and got a mirror and held it up in front of him to see. "There, how does Christine like it?", I asked, smiling. He looked in the mirror. "It's nice. I like it Mommy." "Then should show Mommy how much you appreciate all the hard work she did for you. And because you're not a real girl, I'm going to have to teach you the ways that you are worthy to show that appreciation." Christine look at me very confused. "You can give Mommy a kissy foot." "What's a kissy foot." I was not wearing any stockings so I sat on the bed and took off one of the vinyl slippers that I was wearing. I held my bare foot in front of Christine's face. "Kiss Mommy's foot."

Christine looked at me, not knowing weather or not to do as he was told. "Chris! I said, Kiss it!", I said sternly. Slowly bent his head forward and kissed my foot. Then he kissed it again, then again. Soon he was passionately kissing my foot. "That's it Christine, show Mommy how much you love her and how happy you are that she's going to turn you into a little girl."

This made Christine kiss my foot even faster. "Oh Christine, you're such a good little girl!" I Wiggled my toe between his lips in order to work it into his mouth. He started sucking on my toe. I tilted my head back and moaned. I just lay there for several minutes, enjoying having Christine suck on my toes. Finally I had him stop. "Christine. What a good little girl! You're learning very fast. You did a very good job, saying thank you. If you keep this up, I'll be able to untie you very soon." "I'll be a good girl, Mommy." "Mommy is going to show you other ways to say thank you, and I want you to start doing them whenever you want to thank me for something and especially when you want to say you're sorry for something."

I bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Mommy has to go out now sweetheart." I turned to leave the room. "Mommy." I turned back to acknowledge him. "I love you Mommy." I walked back to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. "I love you too, Christine." I turned and left the room, but turned back and blew him a kiss on the way out.

I could not believe my good fortune. There was a complete turn around in Chris's (now Christine's) attitude. All my knowledge had told me that he wanted to be dominated and controlled but I guess my guilt feelings about wanting to dominate him made me forget what was so obvious.

I had two places that I had to go. The first was to the drug store and the other was to an adult book store. I went to the bottom left hand drawer, which I kept locked. I unlocked it and took out my prescription pad. I wrote a prescription for ten, one hundred cc injection vials of estrogen. I put the pad back in the drawer, locked it again, got my coat and purse and headed out the door. I decided not to go to the local drug store where I was known, but to one several towns over. I got the prescription filled and then headed over to the adult book store.

I had never been in one of those stores before, but being trained in psychiatry, I knew just about every type of book that would be sold in a store like that. I looked around and found the TV/TS Section and started looking through the magazines. Finally I found what I was looking for, a magazine entitled "Sissy Girls Quarterly". I was particularly interested in the caption underneath the title, which read "The most complete catalog of little girls clothes anywhere. Everything you could possibly want to make yourself into the little girl that you always wanted to be." I was very surprised when I saw how much the magazine cost. It was slightly thicker than a Time or Newsweek magazine, made up of much heavier paper stock so that it had a lot fewer pages, and it cost thirty dollars.

That was nothing compared to the surprise I got when I got home and looked inside and saw the prices of some of the outfits. But with all of that, there was one pleasant surprise. They did have the most adorable, ultra sissified outfits that you could imagine and they had a phone number that you could use to order. I picked out a little girl's party dress with short puffy sleeves and lace trim around the hem, sleeves and neckline. A very large pink hair ribbon that came pre-tied into a bow came with it. I also picked out a pair of pink mary jane shoes to go with it. I also picked the same items in yellow. I called the number and ordered everything that I had picked out in Christine's size. The total bill for those four items came to over three hundred dollars.

Having ordered Christine's clothes, I went upstairs with the a hypodermic needle and the one of the vials of estrogen. As I walked into the room Christine looked at me and smiled. "Hi Mommy!", he said. "Hi Sweetheart.", I replied. "Remember yesterday, when I told you that I would have to give you your hormones intravenously?" "I don't want to do that!", Christine said with a great deal of apprehension in his voice. "Well, I'm sorry, but we have to." "No, please don't!", he asked with fear in his voice. "Don't fight it Christine, there's nothing you can do about it." "But I don't want to be turned into a woman." "Christine, the sooner you accept the fact that you are going to become a woman, the easier it will be for you. "Please Mommy don't.", he whimpered as I pulled down his panties and pulled up his nightgown.

I had him roll over as far as he could (being tied to the bed) and injected him just above the buttocks with about one quarter of a vial of the hormones. Then I had him roll over on his other side and repeated the process. Then I pulled the nightgown up to his chin and injected him again with about one quarter of the amount the hormones midway between his left armpit and left nipple, and repeated the process on the right side. Having completed his first set of hormone injections I pulled his panties up and pulled his nightgown down again. Chris just lay there very quietly.

"I know you feel kind of down now Christine, but you'll get use to it. Why don't you just get some rest. You'll feel better after a nap. I kissed him on the cheek, and walk out of the room.

As soon as I got downstairs, Sally called to see how Chris was doing. I told her that things were going as well as could be expected. I told her about the injections and how Christine reacted.

"Well at least he didn't put up much of a fight. I guess that's progress." "I know, but I do feel guilty when I have to do things to do things to him that he doesn't want me to do." "Just keep telling yourself that it's for his own good and that some day he'll thank you for it." "Thank you for reminding me of that Sally, and I do hope that he will thank me for it some day." "I'm sure he will. Have you ever known him to be ungrateful for anything you've done for him?" "No, It's just so hard now." "Come on Janice, buck up, it won't last forever, and if you ever need any help just call me. I'll be glad to help in any way I can." "Thank you so much for you're encouragement Sally.

If Christine and I get through this and our marriage is saved, I'm going to have you to thank for giving me the strength to do what I had to do." "Just seeing Christine happy as a happy healthy woman will be thanks enough for me." I said good-bye and hung up the phone and just sat there for a few minutes thinking how glad I was that Sally had called.

Christine slowly started to feel better over the next few days. He was starting to accept what was happening to him. As I saw this change taking place in Christine I began to grow excited in anticipation of being able to dress him up as a little girl. One morning I got up and decided that I should prepare for the day that I would be able to start dressing him. I gathered up all of his male clothes and put them in boxes. I loaded the boxes in the car and told Christine that I had to go out for a while.

There is a Salvation Army Second Hand Store in the area, and I decided that I would donate his clothes to them, that way, just in case Christine decided to give me a bad time about dressing as a girl, he wouldn't have any of his old clothes to put on. As I was bringing the boxes into the store I noticed a rack off to the side with womens' pocketbooks. On the rack was a nineteen fifty's style pocketbook that caught my eye. It was hard sided and made of pink plastic vinyl, rectangular in shape with a short handle designed to be carried in the hand. There was a flap closure with an old style latch that went through the lid and then turned ninety degrees latch shut. I hadn't seen that style of pocketbook for many years except for little girls. Being an adult size, I figured that it would be perfect for Christine.

On my way home I stopped at the drug store to pick up some pink nail polish and matching lipstick. While I was in there, I noticed a particular bottle of perfume. It was in a bottle shaped like a ballerina and the perfume inside had a pink tint to it. The fragrance was called lilac. I bought the perfume, nail polish, and lipstick. When I got back to the car, I decided to put the things I had bought in the pocketbook and give it to Christine as a present. I made one more stop on my way home. I stopped at a debarment store and bought two pairs of pink tights, two pairs of yellow tights, two pairs of pink ankle socks with lace trim, and two pairs of yellow ankle socks with lace trim.

The morning Christine's new clothes that they arrived I unpacked them. I could not believe how cute that they looked and in addition to the hair ribbon, there was a petticoat that came with the dress. I took the pink outfit and went up to the bedroom. "How's my little girl this morning?", I asked. "Ok, Mommy.", Christine replied. "Look what Mommy has for you." I held up the pink satin party dress. "Oh!", Christine said with a great deal of surprise in his voice. "Oh, is that all you have to say?" "It looks very pretty, Mommy." "Would you like to try it on?" "Yes, I guess so, but how can I?" "Christine you've been a good girl for the last few days and you've been tied to the bed for the last ten days. I think that you're well enough to get up." "Really Mommy!" "Yes. If you promise to be a good girl." "I promise!", Christine said with excitement. One at a time I walked around to each corner of the bed and untied the stockings from his wrists and his ankles. "I'm going to go fill the tub so you can take a bath.

I want you to sit her for a few minutes." Christine was looking pretty bad His hair was a mess and he needed freshening up in general. I went in to the bathroom and started Christine's bath. I put some of my bath oil in the water so that he would smell nice and pretty. Having run his bath I returned to the bedroom. "When we finish your bath, we'll shave you, get you dressed, do your hair, and pretty you up."

When Christine tried to get up he almost fell over. "Take it easy Sweetheart, you haven't been out of bed for a week and half. Sit down and then try getting up slowly." After a few minutes and several attempts Christine slowly grew steadier on his feet. After a while he was able to make it to the bathroom and get into the tub. I gave Christine his bath just like he was a little girl. I washed him all over.

When I got to his penis, I said, "It's time to wash your nasty Pee Pee." "What's wrong with my Pee Pee?", he asked. "little girls don't have a Pee Pee.", I said trying to place in his mind that it was something to be ashamed of. "I'm sorry Mommy.", he replied. "Well, maybe we can do something about it someday." Christine did not reply, but I placed in his mind, the thought of someday losing it.

When I finished washing him, I shampooed and conditioned his hair and wrapped it in a towel, turban style. Then I got him out of the tub and dried him off. When he was dry, I took my electric razor and shaved his legs and underarms. Then I powdered him up with some of my scented talc. Then I took Christine back to the bedroom. "Well. It's time to get my little girl dressed." I went to my draw an got out a pair of pink tap pants and a matching camisole. I handed them to Christine and told him to them on. Then I placed the petticoat on the floor and had him step into it and pulled it up around his waist. "Next is your pretty new pink dress!" I gathered up the dress and slipped it over Christine's head and down into place. The petticoat made the skirt flare out in a most delightful way. I turned him around and zipped it up in back, then I took him by the hand and led him over to my vanity chair.

He was about to sit down without clearing the dress, so I showed him how to put his hands in back and hold the skirt part of the dress straight while he sat down. "I've got a special surprise for you Christine." "What is it Mommy?" "Wait right hear." I left the room and got the pocketbook that I had bought for Christine.

I returned a few minutes later holding it up for him to see. "This is for you sweetheart." "It's a pocketbook. Oh Mommy, it's so pretty." "Do you think so? I wasn't sure weather you would think so or not." "Can I hold it?" "Not yet, I have to do your nails first." I set the purse down on the vanity.

I took my nail file and filed Christine's nails so that they were all even and uniform. With that done I took the pink nail polish out of Christine's pocketbook and applied a coat to his nails. Then I knelt down in front of him to do his toenails. "Am I being a good girl?", Christine asked. "Yes you are sweetheart." He lifted his foot up to my face. "Say, thank you, Mommy." "You cute little imp." I bent over and kissed his toes. Christine giggled. "Now let's get back to work." I applied nail polish to Christine's toes. I let the polish dry for about fifteen minutes and applied a second coat to his fingers and toes. Waiting another fifteen minutes, I applied the third and final coat.

When I was done with Christine's nail polish I proceeded to do his hair. I undid the towel that was wrapped around his head, got out my blow drier and brush and started brushing it out and drying it. As soon as I started brushing his hair, Christine asked if he could hold his new pocketbook. "Not yet Honey, your nails need a little more time to dry." Christine just stared at the pocketbook longingly.

After a few minutes I felt sorry for him. "Sweetheart, why don't we try something, I said. I took the blow drier and held it over his fingertips, waving it back and forth. After about thirty seconds I lightly touched his nails to see if the polish was completely dry. They were so I did the same thing to his other hand. When I was done, I picked up the pocket book, put the nail polish back, and handed it to him. "There you go Dear." Christine took the pocketbook and hugged it.

When I finished drying and brushing Christine's hair, I took two elastics, parted his hair down the middle, Leaving a small section of hair in front, which I combed forward. Then, using the two elastics, I put his hair in pigtails. His hair, in front, was fairly long and hung down almost to his nose. I brushed it straight and then took a pair of scissors and cut it straight across, even with his eyebrows giving him bangs. Then I took my curling iron and curled his bangs under in a tight curl. After that I used the curling iron to make banana curls of each pigtail. With the hair style I had given him I was unable to use the large hair bow that came with the outfit, so I two pink hair ribbons and tied them in bows over each elastic.

All during the time that I was doing his hair, Christine was playing with the pocketbook. He opened it, closed it, put the handle over his wrist and held it. Then every now and then he would just hug it. "You really like your pocketbook, don't you, Christine." "I think it's pretty.", he said smiling and looking down at it. "And do you like your new dress and your pretty pigtails?" Christine looked in the mirror and smiled. "I'm pretty too.", he said. "How about your pretty fingernails and your pretty toenails?" "They all look very pretty Mommy. Thank you." "Would Christine Really like to say thank you to Mommy?" "Yes.", he replied. "Because I'm going to show you a new way to say thank you to Mommy. Come with me."

I took Christine by the hand and led him over to the bed. "Now I going to show you how to do Licky Bum." I reached up under my dress and pulled down my panties. Then I knelt down on the bed holding my dress up. Then I bent over, flipping the back of my dress over my back, and then resting on my elbows, leaving my buttocks hanging up in the air. "Kiss my crack Christine." Christine just stood there with a confused and slightly scared expression on his face. "Christine, I said kiss my crack!", I ordered him sternly. Slowly he walked forward, bent down and kissed me. "Don't stop, keep it up." Again he bent down and kissed me. Then he kissed me again. "That's it Sweety, keep it up." Soon Christine was getting into it, kissing me all up and down my crack. "Now, stick your tongue out and lick me." Christine stuck his tongue out and licked me on the cheek. "Not there, lick me in the crack." Slowly, Christine stuck out his tongue and just touched my crack. I felt a tingle go through my body, but I not jump or flinch in any way. I didn't want to upset Christine, because at this point, I desperately wanted him to do more.

Ever since I was a little girl I had wondered what it would be like to have someone put their tongue inside my hole, and lately with the situation that I had Christine in, that curiosity had grown tremendously. Christine again stuck out his tongue and touched my crack. Again, I felt electricity go through my body. "That's it Sweetheart, lick Mommy's crack." Soon Christine was running his tongue up and down my crack, over my open hole. He did this for several minutes. "Christine?" He stopped for a second and asked, "What?", "You keep running your tongue over my hole. Why don't put it inside?" Again I could sense Christine's hesitation. "Come on Sweetheart, you can do it."

Slowly he once again he moved his face toward my buttocks. Then I felt it. Christine placed the tip of his tongue inside my open hole. It was as if a gigantic burst of electricity went through my body. My whole body quivered. "Ohhh, Christine, Sweetheart, My Love, that's unbelievable!" Christine was surprised at my excitement and I think I gave him encouragement to continue in spite of his initial hesitation. Again he pushed his tongue into my hole. This time a little farther. Again I cried out in excited approval. Christine pushed his tongue even further. Soon he was pushing and pulling his tongue in and out of my hole.

As Christine continued, I was writhing in ecstacy. As I displayed my pleasure Christine began to grow more enthusiastic, trying to thrust his tongue deeper into my hole. At one point I was twitching and wiggling with so much excitement, that he had to wrap his arms around me in order to keep his tongue in my hole. Christine was holding on so tight that it was as if he was enjoying it as much as I was.

After several minutes I collapsed on the bed exhausted. Christine laid down on top of me, kissing my buttocks. When I finally regained my composure I indicated to Christine that He should stop. "What a good girl.", I said to him softly. I got up from the bed, took Christine by the hand and led him over to my vanity. "Can I get something to drink to wash the taste out of my mouth?", he asked. "What taste?", I asked. Christine hesitated a few seconds. "Th-- The taste of your bum." I sat him down. "No you can't Christine." "Why not?" "Because I want you to learn an important lesson. "What lesson?" "To do whatever I ask without question. If you can learn to do something as degrading as putting your tongue inside my hole, without hesitation, just because I asked you to, and to obey me when I tell you not to rinse out your mouth, then it will be a lot easier to turn you into the woman that you have to become in order to be truly happy.

When I asked you to put your tongue inside my hole, you were very hesitant, but after you knew that it was what I wanted you to do, and you saw that I was enjoying it, you started to grow more enthusiastic. I think you did this because you are slowly starting to realize that I know what's best for you, that's what I want to see more of. You see Christine, I want you to realize that I am the only one who does know what's best for you, and that I alone should decide weather or not something as simple as rinsing out your mouth is best for you.

Now, I want you to get use to the taste of my bum juices, because you're going to taste a lot more of them and as time goes on, and who knows, you may even grow to like the taste. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you Christine?" "I guess so Mommy, I'll try my best to learn." I placed my hand on his cheek and smiled. "You enjoyed making Mommy happy, didn't you?" Christine did not say a word. He just smiled and nodded his head yes.

"Eventually you'll be asking me if you can do things like kiss and lick my toes, and put your tongue inside my bum hole, just because it makes me happy." At that point I figured that I better get Justine involved. Chris's attitude had changed to the point where I think could bring him to the next level of acceptance of his eventual role. I called her and informed her of the next part of my plan and just exactly what I wanted her to do.

CHAPTER 13

Chris

Something happened to me that afternoon. I guess that my attitude had been changing slowly ever since Janice had tied me to the bed that day, but it seems at that point I realized that all I wanted to do was to put my trust in her. She had been right about so many things and as I thought back to all of the times that I had resisted her I felt that from now on I just wanted her to take over my life. My only job was to rid myself of any doubts that I had in her abilities to know what's best for me and to obey her without question.

As time went by Janice taught me more and more what my place in life was. How that because I was not a real girl, I could never be as good as a real girl, and to say thank you to a real girl, I was only worthy to kiss her feet and lick her bum. I grew more and more able to do the things that she wanted me to. After a while, I was automatically showing my appreciation to Janice by giving her kissy foot or licky bum. My first real test came about two weeks later. Janice said that she had a friend named Justine that she had been telling about my progress.

One day this friend called and asked if she could speak to me. If it had been just a month earlier, I would have panicked and raised a big fuss about it, but I was slowly learning to obey Janice without question. Janice handed me the phone and said "Justine want's to talk to you." I took the phone and said "hello". "Hi Christine. It's so nice to finally get to talk to you. How are you doing?" "Ok.", I replied. "Janice told me that she has been teaching about how real girls are superior to boys. "Uh huh.", I said. "She says you're learning to become a good little pretend girl." "Uh huh.", I repeated. "And that you have learned the proper way for a boy to thank a girl." I paused for a second. "Christine?", she said. "Yes?", I replied. "Do you know the proper way to thank a girl." "Yes.", I said, almost crying. There was a short pause. "Tell me.", Justine said. "Kissy foot." "How else?", she asked. "Licky bum." "That's right! That's very good Christine.

Janice tells me that she has bought you a lot of pretty things to wear." "Uh huh.", I said again. "And that you're starting to like your pretty dresses." "Uh huh.", I said again. "Which one do you like the best?", she asked trying to get me to contribute something to the conversation. "The pink one." "The pink one? Tell me about it." "It has short sleeves and a bow in the back." "Oh, it sounds pretty, does it have ruffles on the sleeves?" "Yes." "And Janice tells me that you have matching shoes to go with it." "Yes.", I said smiling, starting to grow a little more comfortable talking with Justine. "So, why do you like the pink one best?" "I don't know.", I said sheepishly. Justine, sensing that I was hiding something said, "Oh come on, there must be some reason. Tell me." "I don't know." "Come on sweetheart, tell Aunt Justine." I didn't say a word. "Are you too embarrassed to tell me?" "Uh huh.", I said, softly. "Don't be sweetheart, I promise I won't laugh. Please tell me." I was very nervous and I wasn't sure that I wanted to tell her right away. She sensed this and continued to try to get me to tell her. "Finally I said nervously, "Because my pink pocketbook goes so well with it."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. You know, I have a black and white dress that I wear, that's my favorite. And you know why?" "Why?", I asked. "Because I have a pearl necklace, earring, and bracelet set that I wear with it, the dress goes with them so well. So you see, there's nothing wrong with liking the pink dress best because it goes with your pocketbook." I smiled and gave out a little laugh. I knew that my reason for liking the pink dress best was fine for a girl but I still felt strange telling her because I was a boy.

The fact that Justine didn't even mention the fact that I was a boy, made me feel a little more comfortable with my growing girlishness. It was first time anyone other than Janice had expressed to me that it was ok to have the feelings of a girl. I don't know if Justine even realized it, but that conversation made me feel a lot more comfortable with my feminization for a long time to come.

"You know Christine, I would like to come over to visit you sometime. I would really love to see you in your pink dress. Do you think that would be ok?" I just sat there, too afraid to say anything. "Christine, Honey. Are you still there?" "Uh, huh", I said softly. "Would you like me to come over and visit you sometime?" "I don't know.", I replied, still nervous to have anyone else see me dressed as a little girl. "Well, I'm only going to do it if you want me to." "Ok", I said. "You want me to?", she asked. I had said yes, acknowledging the fact that she would only do it if I wanted her to, not that I was really ready for her to do it. But over the last few weeks I had grown less and less assertive and I did not feel right telling a woman, "no", to anything, so again I was silent.

"Christine.", she said growing a little impatient at my lack of response, "Do you want me to come over?" "I guess so.", I replied. "Not I guess so.", she said sternly, "Do you want me to, or not?" "Yes.", I said nervously. "Then I want you ask me.", she said. "Will you?", I asked. "Will I, What?", she replied. I paused for about a second. "Will you, please, come over and visit me?" Because of the lessons that Janice had been putting me through, I automatically worded it with all of the politeness and respect that I could. Justine perked up. "I would be glad to.", she said, cheerfully. "Put Janice on the phone.

CHAPTER 14

Janice

I took the phone from Christine and had him leave the room. I had listened to his end of the conversation. When I heard him ask Justine if she would come over and visit him, I couldn't help but think how far he had come in the last few weeks. I decided that Christine was ready for the next step in my plan. Justine and I spent a long time on the phone. She listened enthusiastically as I explained my plan.

The next day Christine got dressed in his favorite pink dress and put his hair up in Pigtails. I could tell as the day wore on that he was starting to get excited about having Justine come over. About mid afternoon I sat Christine down to give him a talk.

"Christine, Aunt Justine will be coming over to visit you later on." "I know.", he replied. "Now you I want you to call her, Aunt Justine. After all, she is a girl, and that will show her more respect." "Ok, Mommy." "And she is coming over here to visit you, so I'm going to go out. "We're going to make Dinner, and I want you to serve it to her." "How come you have to leave?", he asked. "Because you have to learn to show respect to all girls. Not just me, and not just when I'm around." "Ok Mommy." "Now she is going to a lot of trouble, going out of her way, to take time out of her busy day, to come all the way over here. I think you're going to owe her a big Thank You." "I'll remember to thank her Mommy." "Yes Honey, but she's a real girl, just like Mommy. You have to show her the proper respect. You can't just say Thank You." "Oh.", Christine said, "What should I do?" "Well, I think at the very least, you should give her a kissy foot, but probably a licky bum would be more appropriate." "But Mommy, I never given anyone but you those things. What if she doesn't want me to do it?" "That's not your concern Sweetheart. She is a real girl and you must show proper respect. You should at least offer, and if she doesn't feel that your worthy enough to give her licky bum then there is nothing you can do, but if she says it's ok then you must at least give her the best licky bum that you can." "Ok Mommy, I'll ask her as nicely as I can and maybe she'll let me give her a licky bum to thank her." "That's my sweetheart.", I said, smiling and patting Christine on the knee.

Justine arrived at about Five thirty in the evening. Christine was a little nervous. Justine looked at him and said, "I have a present for you, Christine." She reached into her pocketbook and took out a large, pink, rubber flower. Then she took two bobby pins and pined it in Christine's hair. "There you go, an artificial flower for an artificial girl." I could see a pained expression on Christine's face, which made me feel pity for him, but I knew that it was going to help put him in the state of mind that I wanted him to complete the next part of my plan. "Christine. What a nice gift. Don't you think you should say ,thank you, to Justine?" Christine looked at me.

"Aunt Justine. I would like to thank you for coming over and bringing me such a wonderful present." "That's all I get, just a thank you?" "No. I would like to give you something special." "What's that?" "I would like to give you a licky bum." "That's good. It's nice to see you're learning proper respect, but I think I'll pass for now."

"Well, it's time for supper. I think I'll be heading out. Christine has set the table and everything is all set. You two have a nice visit" "We'll be just fine. I'm sure Christine and I will have a nice visit."

CHAPTER 15

Chris

Janice put on her coat and left. Justine went into the dinning room and sat down. I followed behind her, made sure that she was comfortable, and then went into the kitchen to get dinner.

As we were eating, Justine restricted the conversation to the superiority of girls, and the proper place for boys. "So. When are you going to become a real girl?', she asked as if this was the only logical thing to do, and there was no decision to be made. "I don't know.", I replied. Justine just shook her head and went back to eating.

After dinner we went into the living room to talk. We had been there about ten minutes when Justine got up and excused herself, saying that she had to visit the little girls' room. About three minutes later she called my name. "What, Aunt Justine", I called. "What?--- Come here!", came the reply from inside the bathroom. I opened the door. Justine was sitting on the toilet. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. "Don't just stand there, come on in." I walked in, leaving the door open. "Christine. If a girl told you to do something that you didn't want to do, Would you do it?" "Yes.", I replied. "Why?", Sally asked. "Because she's a girl, and girls are superior to boys, and boys should do what they are told." "So. Because you are a boy, you would do anything any girl told you to do." "Yes.", Christine replied. "Ok.", Justine said, "Lay down on the floor, face up."

I did as he was told. She got up off of the toilet and stood over me, strattleing my face. Slowly she squated dowd, bringing her knees up into her chest, until she had lowered her hole within about an inch of my mouth. "Lick my bum, Christine.", she ordered. "But Aunt Justine, you haven't wiped yourself yet." "Do it!", she yelled. "I can't", I said, crying. "Do it, or I'll sit on your face and wipe it all over you!" Slowly I stuck out my tounge and licked some of the mess from Justine's bum. At first I held my tounge out, afraid to do anything else. "Go on eat it!" she ordered, looking down at me. Slowly I put my tounge back in my mouth, swallowed and then stuck it out again licking her again. "That's it. Lick me clean. Eat my chocklet." I started licking faster and faster. When I finally thought I had it all. Justine said, "Put your finger up my hole and get every last bit of it!" "But my pretty nail polish!", I said crying. "That's ok, you can just put your finger in your mouth and clean it off." I did as I was told, repeating this process four or five times, until I had cleaned her inside and out.

After several minutes Justine was satisified with the job I had done and told me that I could stop, if I wanted to. She let me get up, but I was not allowed to rince out my mouth or wash my finger. She took me into the living room and sat me down.

"Have a seat Christine.", Justine said. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me. "The reason I treat you this way, is because you a boy. I know you try to be a girl, but still, you're just a icky boy, and as such, this is the only way that you are worthy of being treated." Justine went on this way for what seemed ann erernity. As she was talking I felt more and more ashamed of being a boy. By the end of the evening, with all that had happened to me, I had never felt so dirty and humiliated in my life.

CHAPTER 16

Janice

I arrived home at about 9:00PM. When I got there Christine seemed very down and dejected. I pretty much knew what had happened, because Justine and I had discussed what would take place that evening on the phone the day before.

Justine left about a half hour later. As she was leaving she looked at Christine, and said, "It was nice meeting you. I hope you learned something tonight." Christine smiled a weak smile at her.

After Justine left I could tell that Christine wanted to talk to me. I did not want to push the issue, so I decided not to push the issue. At about 10:30PM We had cleaned up the supper dishes and I was getting Christine ready for bed. As I was about to tuck him in he looked at me very nervously. "Mommy?", he asked. "What.", I replied. There was a long pause and then he started to cry. I reached out and took his hand. I could tell there was a great deal of tormoil going on in side of him. After a few minutes, he calmed down enough so that he was able to speek. "I don't want to be a boy anymore. I want to become a real girl."

I took him in my arms and just held him and rocked him for several minutes. He cryed the whole time. I could tell that the last bit of his resistence had finally been stripped away. I had successfully molded him into what I wanted him to be, what he should be, and now he was going to become a she. I continued to hold him and he continued to cry. "It's Ok dearest. Mommy will take care of everything. You're going to become her pretty girl and everything is going to be all right.

The next day I went to work setting up the necessary appointments in preperation for Christine's sex change. As a licensed psychiatrist, I was able to cut through most of the red tape, I said, when I was filling out the legal forms, that he had been living, full time as a female for last year, which wasn't true, but I knew from my professional training, that if there was ever a candidate for a sex change, it was Christine, and besides who was going to find out.

About a week later the girls from the beauty shop came over to visit. Sally washed, cut and set Christine's hair, and Kathy gave him a petecure and a manicure with a set of false fingernails. When she was done she painted his toenails and fingernails with brightest red nail polish that I had ever seen. They treated him like a queen, which only served to renforce his decision to become a real girl. After about two weeks, Christine was admitted to the hospital for his operation. I visited him every day, and seemd stronger and healthyer every day.

EPILOG

Christine is comming home tommorrow, so I thought I would finish off our story. I just want to let the reader know that I still intend to be the boss and to let her know what is best for her (and she has agreed that it should be that way, but I no longer plan to put her through the himilating things that I have in the past (of course unless her behavior warents it).

Oh yes. One more thing. Those headaches that Christine was having have gone away. Actually I have a confession to make. I have become a very accomplished in hypnotism, and I used it to help Christine along with her decision. I did this without his/her knowlege. I would give him a shot of sodium pentithal while he was sleeping, and then conduct the hypnosis on him. The drug helped break down his resistence and accept what was best for him. Unfortunately, it can cause headaches as a hangover type effect.

If you remember ealier in the story, Chris had an uneasy feeling when he came back from California? That was because, the night before he left, I had hypnotised him, and suggested that he would get very nervous if he was not made to dress in women's clothes for an extended period of time.

She will probably find out that I did this to her someday, but by then I'm sure she will understand why I did it, and even if she dosn't, there is nothing she can do about it.

THE END