Brianna; Sex As a Female

 Brianna; Sex As a Female

Deanna and I have been married for all of three years. At the start, our relationship was primarily the sex we had together. The several dates we had before I asked her to marry me were so hot, most of the time lasting till the early morning hours, that is the sex not particularly the date itself. In fact, seldom was there anything that would signify us being on a real date. No meals out, no dancing, no club scene, just meet up, find a spot to have sex and go at it.

We tried every position we could think of, and changed the locale of the sexual escapade as often as we thought up of a new place to engage in our sexual activities. We did it in a park nearing sunset, in the back of a van, on our porch overlooking the neighborhood, and of course every room in the house. We even indulged in frolicking on the beach, although it was a somewhat rainy day, so there were not many others there.

Eventually Deanna tired of the constant intercourse, now only wanting to do the deed once a week. However I was still gung ho, often thinking of some excuse on my way home from work to encourage her to agree to my wishes. I bought her flowers, candy, lingerie anything to make her feel guilty and wanting to indulge my desires. It worked for awhile then she saw through what I was doing and removed all of my credit cards except one that we used exclusively for the car. After a particularly rough week I almost pleaded with her to humor me, she just smiled and kissed me, then scurried off to bed. I hoped after I took my bath she might change her mind, but when I appeared at bedside, she was dressed in pajamas, her hands, face and legs covered in moisturizing cream.

Recently, I had ended up taking cool baths, hoping to ease some of the yearning my body was expressing with regards to sex. The chilled water obviously not working tonight.

It had been almost two weeks since we last had intercourse and I was getting desperate. I though about masturbating but it did not quiet my desires like sex did. I actually got down on my knees and begged for some relief. She smirked, but did think about it. Apparently she had come up with an idea, thought about it for a minute or two, then told me to be sure and come straight home from work tomorrow and she will take care of my needs. I should have been wary of her, the smile she was sporting was huge and I suspected something devious from her. My erection only heard the part about tomorrow and being taken care of, anything else was simply ignored.

I called her cell phone while at lunch, she was out shopping for me, words that were intermingled with a few giggles. I felt better, now most likely to actually make it till quitting time. I felt sure I would get some relief tonight, the long dry spell a thing of the past.

In my effort to get home quickly, I must have broke every land speed record on the way there, arriving exactly fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds after leaving work. I almost ran to the door, then fumbled with my keys to get it unlocked. I ran up the stairs, hoping Deanna was in our bedroom. As I entered the bedroom the image she presented almost causing me a heart attack. Her hair piled high on her head, makeup sultry and bold and a next to nothing baby doll nightie on her gorgeous body. She was in heels, but my focus was on her female sex. The baby doll nightie had no corresponding panties, her slit naked and seemingly dripping with moisture.

She walked over to me, swaying her butt seductively. I was undressed and then laid on the bed on my back. I didn’t care if I was on bottom or on top as long as I got a chance at the promised land. Junior was hard, very hard and pointing at the sky. She kissed my eyes, causing me to close them and moan in lust. I felt her hands on my arms as she moved them above my head. Then I heard a loud click and found I could not move them back.

I opened my eyes in surprise, we have played a time or two with some bondage games, but not recently. She was moving to my feet, securing them the same way. I was now trapped on the bed, naked as the day I was born, my little fella huge and still pointing skyward. She moved out of my sight for a few moments, then reappeared with a bag in her hands. She pressed the bag against my groin, the chilling cold felt all the way to my bones. She held it there as I tried to move away from her. This was not what I wanted, far from it. I tried to tell her that, but she just wadded up a pair of her panties and when I opened my mouth to protest again they were stuffed inside. I tried to push them out with my tongue, but the piece of tape she had placed over my mouth stopped that from happening.

She then laid a cloth over my eyes, and now I was in darkness, her hands still playing with my little fella. He was cold, and still shriveling, trying his best to avoid the cold sensations that were all around him. I felt he couldn’t get much smaller, the area now numb and the cold still just as bad. I tried to figure out why she was doing this to me, but now my mind was having difficulty processing anything, the cold numbness seeming to spread through my whole body now.

I felt her hands move the cold away from my little fella, but he was still shriveling trying to find a warm spot to be in. I think I felt her hands again, but I wasn’t sure since the whole area seemed numb and frozen. I heard a click, then a tight feeling around my male member. I was trying my best to communicate with her, my mmmph being ignored. Deanna was still moving things around and soon I felt something wet being spread over the area. She held something over the area then pressed against my shriveled organ, and then a warm current of air now flowing over the area. When the warm air quit, I still felt the tightness, but it seemed now further back in my groin. I was trying to figure out what she had done, but my mind was still not functioning properly, if at all.

She leaned in close to my face, telling me to be quiet and she will explain what she has done. The panties, which had filled my mouth were removed but I was left still secured to the bed. The cloth over my eyes was removed and I quickly looked down at my groin to see if I still had a male organ. The area was now flat and centered in the space my penis had been in a few minutes ago was a slit, with two puffy lips surrounding it. I then realized I was now exactly like Deanna down there. As soon as that thought made it to my conscious mind, I fainted. Deanna was laying next to me when I came around kissing me on the face and neck and giggling away. She made sure I stayed conscious, then explained what she had done, all the while her finger was probing my new sex organ.

We are going to trade places for the next month, I am going to be the male in the relationship and you will now be the female. I will be wanting to have sex with you as often as you wanted to have sex with me, but our positions will be reversed. I will show you what you have to do to prepare yourself and you will have to provide the place where I can insert my penis in you. Any complaint of any kind from you and I will add a week to your time as my wife and sex provider. There is no debate on this, you have come to the conclusion that sex is your privilege and that your partner should provide it when you desire it. We will see after a while if you still feel that way.

Before you ask, your penis has been secured in a chastity device and glued back between your legs to stay out of harm’s way. A silicone vagina has been glued over it to give the male what he desires to stick his member in. That male is now me, and as she turned to face me I saw a huge dildo protruding from her formerly flat groin. My mouth opened in awe, then I tried to back away from her, not remembering that I was still flat on my back and secured to the bed. She got closer to me laying by my side, her penis touching my bare leg. I felt like it was burning a hole in me, and I wiggled and struggled trying to put as much distance between the two of us.

She then swung her leg over me and now was holding herself over me, her penis just inches from my new pussy. I was frantically trying to avoid this, but she just leaned down and kissed me, a passionate kiss rivaling any that we have shared in the past. She lowered herself some, her penis touching my slit. With her weight now on me I found I was trapped, not able to move away from her. Then just as suddenly she stopped, stood up and released me from my bonds. I was dragged to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, then handed a bottle of douche and told how to use it to clean my pussy for sex. When it was handed to me I dropped it, but she persisted and soon it was inserted in my new pussy and she squeezed the bottle, my new pussy now bathed in the douche. It felt funny as some of it ran out of my new opening, but she continued with the douche until the bottle was empty.

I don’t think I could be any more embarrassed than I was now, but I soon found it was entirely possible. I was handed another bottle and had to repeat the procedure myself. I was red faced, embarrassed, and definitely not feeling very masculine right now. Once most of the liquid ran out of me she had me wipe and then dragged me back to the bedroom. I tried to resist, fearing what may come next. Sure enough I was laid on the bed and she climbed on top of me, her ever present erection way too close to my now sweet smelling douched pussy. She played with my nipples, just the same way I had played with hers in the past. Erotic kisses on my neck and face, then she lowered herself until her erection pushed up against my pussy lips.

I swallowed hard, but couldn’t get any leverage to avoid her intended action. All the time I was mouthing no, please no sex. She focused on getting her urges taken care of, like I had been in the past. I took a deep breath and she slid her erection deep into my pussy. I could feel her penis rubbing against my trapped male organ deep inside, and the pleasant feelings it was producing. She pumped up and down a few times then I felt something warm and sticky flood my new pussy. Did she just ejaculate in my pussy? Can’t be but the warm sticky liquid oozed out of my new slit some, and ran down my leg. Just like when I spurted in her when having sex.

At that instant I wished I could faint, I tried hard to but my body was not cooperating. With liquid oozing out of my slit, and her male organ still deep in my pussy, I felt so humiliated. The feelings it was creating attacking my poor mind, leaving it in shambles. Then just like I have done to her countless times she lays on me, keeping me from getting up and handling several problems. She kissed me passionately, played with my nipples, then probed my mouth with her tongue. All the time my frustration was mounting, I definitely was not liking where this was going. Instead of trying to see what she was trying to show me, I demanded she get off me and clean me up. I got a giggle, then she did get off me and raced for the bathroom, locking the door behind her. I made it to the bathroom door, dripping all the way. She opened the door for a second and handed me a tampon to use. I couldn’t push open the door, with my one hand over my pussy trying to slow down the dripping. I ran back to the bed, sat on the edge and tried to figure out how to insert the tampon. Eventually I managed, the feeling as it slid in to my pussy was weird, like being fucked by a much smaller penis. I actually felt it swell inside of me, another new experience.

She eventually left the bathroom as I hurried past her. I sat to relieve myself, but had to remove the tampon first. She pushed the door open and looked at me, wanting to see the expression on my face. With way too much enthusiasm she told me to wash the area well, then insert another tampon, to help contain the liquid till my shower in the morning. With a smirk she waltzed back to the bed and laid down, her penis still standing tall. I eventually came to bed walking a little funny and feeling humiliated. Then to make matters even more frustrating she rolled over facing me, her penis rubbing against my leg. Almost exactly like I have done to her many times in the past. I laid in the bed all night, but I really doubted I managed much sleep. I remember closing my eyes often, but the gender role switch never far from my thoughts. I would shudder when I thought of how long this reversal was for, hoping I could talk some sense into her tomorrow.

The next morning I got up out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, a shower was my goal. I looked at the shower stall seeing the handle for the door missing. I tried my best to pry it open but no such luck. I imagine I could fetch a tool from the garage and get it open, but that would require me to go to the garage. Dressed in a baby doll nightie I was not about to venture out of the house. I had no idea when the baby doll nightie was slipped on me, enough things going on last night to cloud any coherent thoughts.

So I turned around to the only other means of getting clean and turned on the water. I stood there trying to figure out how I was going to get the tampon out of me and then wash myself down there in the tub. I managed somehow, but had to drain the tub and refill it after washing my new female sex. I was not sure what was in the cum she deposited in me last night, but it was sure sticky and gooey. Finally clean and not dripping any more I made my way to the bedroom. I opened my closet door and groaned. All of my male clothes were missing, only one outfit to wear, a next to nothing sundress that would leave most of my body exposed. There were other nighties there, but I was still expecting to have to go to work. I turned and called out to Deanna as she appeared in the doorway. She giggled at my naked appearance wanting to know how she could help. I mouthed work, but she just shook her head at me. You are on vacation for a month, your only job is to be there when I want sex, and to provide a clean sweet smelling place for me to stick my penis. Of course, some kisses and a pair of breasts so that I can play before we have sex would be nice.

Speaking of that, I have noticed you are not equipped with the right equipment upstairs, the appointment this morning will take care of that. So either put on the sundress or a nightie and I will drop you off at the salon. I stood there, a dumb look on my face. She approached me, massaged my nipples then started leading me to the front door.

I protested, but she stopped and pointed to my closet. I got the hint and quickly retrieved the sundress. I had to have help in getting it on, then when she closed the zipper behind me I felt trapped. I was again led toward the front door, the only clothing on my body was the stupid sundress. I was given a pair of flip flops for my feet but that was all. I manged to hold on to the door frame for a few moments as she tried to drag me out of the house. Didn’t work as I was led to her car and deposited in the passenger seat.

On to the salon a twenty minute trip with me hyperventilating all the way. She did have to drag me inside, I was sure I didn’t want to have any part of this part of her plan, but dressed as I was there was little I could do to stop her. As we neared the back of the salon I put my brakes on trying to avoid going any further into the salon. She just stepped behind me and unzipped my sundress letting it fall off my arms to the floor.

Well naked or into one of the rooms required no further thought I dashed for the door to the room and hurried in. Several ladies were waiting for me, giggling up a storm as they grabbed my wrists and helped me onto a table specially reserved for me. I was strapped down and they started applying a cream to the front of my body, focusing on my chest. Several different breast forms were held up against my skin to see if the skin color matched. They were all huge in my opinion, but the size I would be given was not up to me to decide. After the cream was removed along with what little body hair I had managed to grow over the years, they were securely glued to my chest right above my nipples. The glue is semi-permanent, so I would not have to worry about them coming loose. A special solvent is the only way they will come off, requiring another visit to the salon. I was so wrapped up in the fact that I now had breasts I didn’t even listen to the semi-permanent part of the glue. That info relayed again to me later, a reminder of sorts.

The image in the mirror a few feet in front of me confirmed what I feared, a female in looks, with no masculine features left on my body. Even though my hair was short, the look was still feminine, even my face now resembled a young female. They did get around to removing the little hair on my backside, more of the cream and soon it was gone. I was then moved out into the salon, among the other customers, a brief sexy robe my only clothing. There they worked on my hair, added long extensions to my nails and did my makeup. Now my image was sexy female, my breasts peeking out of the robe particularly sexy and inviting.

I immediately thought of my wife with her erect penis, fearing my new looks will only make matters worse between us. I still could close my eyes and feel her penis going deeper into my vagina, filling me up and eventually leaving me with a deposit of sticky gooey cum.

When they had finished with me, I would easily qualify as the wife in the relationship. Deanna grabbed my hand and led me away, mumbling something about calling her Dean, and wanting to know if I was hungry. She made sure that I knew sex burned up calories, wanting me able to go the whole afternoon while she was having her way with me. I may have been a little hungry, but the thought of having Dean having his way with me all afternoon kept me a little nauseous. Back home I was sent to the bathroom, several bottles of douche in my hands. She checked on me often, wanting to make sure I was not delaying the intended sexual encounter. Each time she peeked in the door to check on me, her dildo was apparent, hard and maybe even bigger than last night.

Once out of the bathroom, I was placed on the bed, with her on top of me quickly. A knee on each side of my legs preventing an escape, her huge erection hovering right above my new slit. I tried to plead with her, but a finger placed on my lips stopped that. She did mention that if I persisted in complaining she had a pair of panties ready for my mouth, along with adding two extra weeks as her sex toy. Needless to say I kept quiet, a whole month of being her sex toy already more than I thought I could handle.

Her dildo never relaxed, unlike my penis after he got his jollies off. Four hours later I was still impaled on her dildo, with her laying on me to make sure I could not escape. Then to make matters worse she eased off me, suggesting that I make us some dinner, after I inserted a tampon, she did not want me dripping on the kitchen floor. I apparently did not move fast enough for her, a playful swat on the butt that I felt for quite some time was swiftly delivered. Then she followed me to the bathroom to make sure I inserted a tampon, before heading to the kitchen. During the afternoon I received several loads of the sticky goo, it was dripping out of me but at a much slower rate. Already, I can sympathize with a female’s point of view, although the sex is enjoyable, all of the secondary effects are a real pain in the ass to deal with. Just think a whole month of this, providing I don’t get time added to my penance.

Gawd, did I just admit to enjoying sex as a female. Well when she is in me all the way I fill so full, a little movement on my part and the dildo rubbing against junior adds to the sticky goo already there. I wonder if after a month it will even be possible to revert to our previous sex roles. From the smiles on her face when she is penetrating me, I doubt she will be happy to be on the receiving end again.

After the first week she did slow down some, now sex every other day is enough for her. I was given a name too, her calling me Brian will just not do when she is deep inside me and tugging on my nipples. From that day forward I was called Brianna. Now she was bringing me flowers or candy every night to make sure I would be in the mood. I did get into the role more, making dinner in the early afternoon after cleaning the house some and doing a couple loads of laundry. When it was time for her to get home all I had to do was warm the food, and serve it. Clean up always had to wait until the following morning, Dean had other plans for his wife, and they involved a bed and a wife getting fucked often and well.

On the days he wanted to rest some I still have to lay there as he probes my slit and plays with my nipples. For a breast form the nipples were quite realistic, with me feeling every touch of his fingers. Of course the dildo is ever present, when not in me it is usually rubbing my leg, keeping me distracted and dare I say horny.

Somewhere along the way, the four week time restraint was forgotten, and my job was done away with. Now I am a full time housewife and sex provider for my husband. I don’t miss my old job, lots to do in keeping up the house. I even got pretty good at taking care of the house, a schedule for each day to make sure during a week’s time all would be handled properly. In actuality the chores did keep my mind off of the constant sex and her playing with my breasts.

I do receive two salon appointments each week, to keep me pretty, a must for a stay at home wife. Junior never made it out of his camouflage, still there but only reachable with her dildo as she penetrates me. A more realistic breast was created, sucked from my body and so sensitive, the nipples always proud and standing out yearning to be touched.

Among other things my wardrobe expanded, mainly dresses suitable for a housewife. Lingerie included, lots of bras, panties, stockings and other assorted items to keep my hubby hard and willing to tend to my needs. Well maybe all of those things were not necessary to keep him interested in me, but I liked wearing them so there.

A more fundamental task was to be ready to please my hubby as soon as he gets home. A dress or a nightie is required, never with panties since they always get in the way. I am sure the tampon and douche sales have spiked recently in our area, he does like me sweet smelling, and insists that I not drip all over the floor afterwards. I may never get used to douching, but it is one requirement that he insists on.

With dinner ready and warm tonight, I dressed in one of my nighties, added a little perfume then waited at the door for his arrival. Sometimes we eat right away, other times it is right to the bedroom and my seeing to.

Looking back I am quite content in my role, wife, lover and whatever else that might be necessary. Brianna, a switch to the female gender that now seems just perfect for me. Anything for Dean, my loving hubby.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Stephanie: Marriage Turned Into A FLR

 Stephanie: Marriage Turned Into A FLR

I was very fearful of all the new laws and rules regarding Female Led Relationships that have been passed recently, commonly known as FLR’s these days. A year ago it was not even a defined term, now it was all you heard anyone taking about. Once the makeup of congress passed fifty-one percent female there was lots of talk about FLR’s in legislative circles and then a few months later bills started being presented establishing rules and guidelines for these now popular relationships.

At first most males disregarded the talk, and then the legislation that came next. Unfortunately, it was not all talk, a lot of the rules and laws passed establishing strict behavior for the male involved in such a relationship. The occupant in the White House went along with all of this, his election was only because a large percentage of females voted for him. If he was to get past one term, pleasing his female constituency was necessary. There was even quite a bit of talk about the President’s wife declaring their marriage a FLR.

A marriage was now almost a requirement in any relationship between a man and a woman. In these new marriages and in all previous marriages the female was designated the head of the household. She made all of the major decisions regarding housing, employment and the type of relationship she wanted with her spouse. A lot of males tried to rebel at being told what to do and when. The female in the relationship simply had them fired from their job. Not able to support themselves anymore, and not being able to get another job made them buckle under quickly. There was no longer a choice for them.

A few filed for a divorce hoping that being separated from their controlling spouse might allow them to return to a somewhat normal life. Instead they found themselves unable to get a divorce, if the female spouse didn’t want a divorce they were stuck. The only way out was if they could prove they had been physically abused, the judge would then grant the divorce, but it did not change the job prospects. The male would then have to enter into another relationship, where the female would then possibly permit the male to work outside the home.

At first there were countless appeals about these new rules and regulations but the supreme court also had recently become predominantly female and the cases were thrown out, ever last one of them. There was a lot of accusations from the male population about all of this not being legal, but there was no one to come to their support. Existing male lawyers were having enough trouble of their own with their relationships without trying to challenge the laws.

Lara and I had been married for three years now, the marriage occurring before any of this FLR business started appearing. It was based on love, even if she had to make most of the advances toward me initially. I thought she was too good for me, her job in upper level management with her making almost eighty thousand dollars a year placed her several notches above me. I had managed to find a job in retail, a store selling things for the home. Not furniture, but draperies, bedspreads and some items to decorate the home with. I made a comfortable living managing to pay the expenses for our automobiles and the utilities for our home. Lara’s money paid the rest of the house expenses, clothing and food. She invested some of it in some stocks from time to time, her investments doing quite well for her. We had one checking account where both of our paychecks were deposited, but she now wrote the checks to pay bills when needed. No debit card for me, only one for Lara. There was also a savings account in her name only. I had no problem with that since any money in that account would have come from her salary in the first place.

I worried that eventually she might decide that what I was doing would be counter productive to her wishes, thus eliminating any employment out in the work force for me. I never brought it up in conversation not wanting her to start thinking about it. The first clue of things changing was when the bank notified me that I am no longer listed on our checking accounts. Then a few weeks later my paychecks were made out to Lara instead of me, since she is the head of the household. Finally, the DMV notified me that my name had been taken off both of our car titles, and that on my next drivers license renewal Lara would have to sign for me to be able to drive a car.
The downhill spiral had started. In the next few weeks the business I worked for changed what they were selling, now specializing in uniforms for domestic help. They had seen the writing on the wall, with more males leaving the workforce, they now were confined to the home, performing jobs that cooks and maids did in the past. Of course, the modern female required her stay at home help to be dressed appropriately so the need for a proper uniform. I had no training in this field so they told me I would be sent for a two week training course.

Once Lara learned of this she informed them that I quit. I so wanted to protest her decision, but hadn’t the slightest idea of how to approach the subject. So I worked one more day then made my way home. I had my final pay check stub still in its envelope with me, the money itself already deposited in the bank account. Lara hugged me, but then sent me to the kitchen to warm up the leftovers from last night. That done I set the table and waited for her to change her clothes and come to dinner.

I just knew that my world as I knew it was gone, now probably having to work at home caring for the house and cooking our meals. That in itself would not be bad, but how I might be attired to perform those tasks did concern me. The females in these new relationships seemed to want to put their husbands back into the roles that they had escaped from just a few years ago.

I pulled out her chair for her as she came into the dining room. She looked at what I had prepared and smiled. I nibbled on my food, my appetite had vanished when I had left work, my whole world is changing and I am not sure where my place in this relationship is anymore. She ate quietly, looking my way often to see what my expression was. After she finished she placed her fork down and scooted back from the table. She called me over, I got up and went to where she was seated, figuring she wanted me to take her dirty dishes to the kitchen. Instead she pulled me down in her lap and put her arms around me pulling me tightly into her embrace. I sighed and relaxed, not sure what to do or what to say.

“I know you are confused and disillusioned. I still love you the same as when we married, but things are changing and maybe for the better. I want you as my partner in this, I will handle making the money and big decisions and you will keep the house up and cook our meals. I have a kinky side to me, one that I have not shared with you. So now that I can make it happen I want you in the role of my wife, dressed as a female of the fifties and looking after me and our house. I want you to try it, I think you will love the role once you let your male ego go. I want it all, makeup, clothing and a female looking body. Something I can play with after a hard day at the office.

I have arranged for your transformation, my decision but I would like you to go willingly at least for the first appointment. They will take care of everything, clothes, hair, makeup and any body changes necessary to meet my expectations. That appointment is for tomorrow morning at seven A.M.

Now for some other good news. As I have mentioned before I have invested some of our money in various ways and more than one of them has paid off. You will never want for anything in the future, I can provide almost anything you might desire, especially the pretty clothes that I want for you. I will come straight from work tomorrow to take you to dinner, no excuses allowed from you. I will make a few stops on my way home, some things I need to obtain for you to be given to you after we return home.

The day after tomorrow our chauffeur will take you to our new house in our limo. You need to look around the new house, your domain for the foreseeable future. Then back home so you can start packing our things for the move. Please for me keep an open mind and try it first before you poo poo the idea.

She pulled me a little closer then leaned closer and kissed me. Her lips pushed tight against mine, her tongue invading my mouth and throat. It was some kiss, with me having to pull away to get additional air to breathe. Then as if she hadn’t enough she did it again this time her tongue going wild in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being loved, even if my world had just been turned upside down.

I dressed in some sweats the next morning as Lara checked me over before our chauffeur escorted me to our car. Heck before yesterday I didn’t even know we had a chauffeur or a limo. I did receive a passionate kiss before I was led away, maybe somehow I will be able to survive all of this. The drive to the salon took a little over a half hour, the chauffeur making sure I made it to their reception desk. They were expecting me, several ladies taking my hand and leading me to one of their treatment rooms. My sweats were removed and thrown in the garbage, now naked and feeling very vulnerable. Not a feeling I was comfortable with.

A cream was used to remove all of my body hair, then I was helped up on a table for my feminine body modifications. At no time was I asked if I wanted this, although the ladies did assure me that I will be very pretty when they are finished with me. That was not what I wanted to hear at this point. Feet placed in stirrups extending from the end of the table and secured. Then my hands placed in an apparatus that held each finger splayed wide so they could work on my nails. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and then they started on my body modifications. I felt someone doing something to my groin, my little fella scared and trying to withdraw within my body. A spray of something and then I felt nothing. The mind comes up with all kinds of scenarios when vision is taken out of the picture. I could see me being castrated, all in the name of female superiority. No feeling down there, and unable to see if that indeed was what had happened left me in tears.

I felt something glued to my chest, two somethings to be specific. A hose or two laid across my chest then attached to the objects, a sudden suction pulling some of my flesh into the objects starting soon thereafter. I let out several sighs, but someone working on my fingernails had gained my attention. The suction was still prevalent on my chest, but now I was wondering what was being done to my fingernails. My mind did deduce that I was probably getting breasts, the lack of feeling down below probably a female sex, maybe even one that is permanent. I imagined I would have long fingernails now, something Lara had done often when she visited the salon. I thought about protesting what they were doing to me, but in the back of my mind I knew it would be fruitless.

Someone else played with my ears, and soon I felt earrings being inserted into the warm flesh. Some part of the earrings was laying on my neck, a new feeling I would have to get used to. It seemed that time stood still, not being to see a clock or watch I had no idea how long I spent there on the table. There was some feeling returning to my groin, but I did not feel junior between my legs anymore. It did feel moist down there, not wanting to think what that might imply for me.

Released from the table, then moved to a salon chair for the rest of my transformation. I felt the new breasts sway on my chest, not wanting to look down there to confirm what I was feeling. I did take a glance at my nails, long sexy extensions extending from each finger, painted in a pink polish.

My hair was washed and conditioned, then set in curlers. A hair dryer was set up behind me and my curlers were bathed in warm air. During that time they applied makeup to my face, taking extra time on my eyes and lips. My hair was brushed out after the curlers were removed, the curly tendrils framing my face and dangling around my ears.

Lara coming in, kissing me on the tip of my nose returning me to the present, I imagine she is already off work and somehow the ten hours since I was dropped off at the salon have passed. Lara did help me get dressed in a gorgeous bra and pantie set, then a slip, followed with a black dress that molded to my body as if it was skin. As she was helping me with the clothes she was examining the new merchandise, especially my nipples as they were rubbed then pinched. I know in the past I have done that to Lara, but to be on the receiving end an eye opening experience.

Helped to the limo, then driven to a restaurant we seldom ate at due to its exorbitant prices. Helped out of the limo, my feet still unsteady in the towering heels I had been given to wear. My chair held for me as we were seated at a table. Lara did have to instruct me in the proper way to sit in a dress, the obvious male dressed as a server smiling as I had to stand and sit properly. Lara ordered for us, and the server left to get our drinks. His uniform was quite sexy, obviously another victim of the FLR society.

I nibbled at the food, not really that hungry, my new chest appendages quite distracting to me. When my arm brushed against them the nipples swelled, sending unwanted feelings to my poor stressed mind. The nails made holding a fork nearly impossible, so there was not that much nourishment that made it to my stomach. Later Lara scooted closer and fed me bits of food stealing little kisses in between each bite. That part I did not mind. I was definitely the submissive one now afraid to do anything without being told to. My confidence lost, my decision making ability now non existent.

The ride home was nice, as she pulled me close to her, laying my head on her shoulder. I almost fell asleep, being held that way so nice. Once in the house, I was taken directly to our bedroom, then undressed. I swallowed hard, fearing what was next, when she led me to our bed and laid me on it I knew what might be in store for me. She was doing the same thing I used to do to her after a night out, now I was to be on the receiving end.

She stayed true to the script, loving and passionate sex, my new orifices getting a workout from her dildo. My breasts especially my nipples did not get left out, now quite sore after two hours of Lara playing with them. Then after we laid there for awhile getting our breath back she gave me my surprises. She pulled something out of a bag and rubbed it up and down over my pussy, then in one swift move slid it into my wet pussy. Before I could get over the feelings it was causing I heard a click, the belt attached to the surprise being locked around my body. I had been placed in a chastity belt, so that Lara could feel confident that I would be safe and secure for when she wanted to play with me again. I gave her a dirty look, but that was short lived as she fastened two clamps on my nipples, to get them off I would need a key to unlock the apparatus. The pressure from the clamps was significant, but after awhile I sort of got used to the pressure, although I definitely knew they were there.

The next morning I was awoke early, sleeping with something in my new pussy and clamps on your nipples is not the easiest thing to do. I did manage some short naps, but moving around in the bed, my clamps and dildo making any longer of a rest impossible. I did make Lara some breakfast, her thanking me by giving my clamps a tug and rubbing my groin to make sure my intruder was aware of her presence. I did notice that the clamps made the bra stick out quite a bit more, the cups now at least a cup larger than when I left the salon yesterday.

Lara did inform me that my name has been changed, Steven will not do for the name of her housewife and love. I waited for her to tell me what it had been changed to, but she just smiled making me ask her. Giggling she told me that I am now Stephanie, the paperwork filed in the courts just yesterday. I sighed again, it seemed to be something I was doing a lot of recently.

It was almost an hour later when the feelings subsided enough to call the chauffeur to take me to our new home. A new arrangement, a female led relationship, one that I can and will lovingly endure forever.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

June; Life Of A Female

June; Life Of A Female

My girlfriend and I had been together for almost a year now. We weren’t officially living together, we each had an apartment, but most of the time her apartment is home for us. We each had fairly good jobs, a real advantage in this depressed economy. Our hometown of choice is Phoenix, Az. I should clarify that, Scottsdale is the town, although a suburb of the larger town it is still separate and unique. From close college friends who lived in other towns, they all complimented us on our choice of where to live, their choices not working out as well for them as ours did for us. The economy here had a lot of electronics based industry, which tended to keep things here a little more stable.

We had made gestures towards becoming a couple, we shared a checking account, a safe deposit box, and we each had keys to the other’s apartment and vehicles. We had talked about marriage, but both deciding that it could wait for a while, our careers and life in general needed further exploration. We were comfortable with each other, neither of us worried about wandering eyes or affairs with others. No close relatives that needed marriage to make our relationship right in their eyes. We spent as much time together as possible, lots of romantic things transpired, but actual sex was able to be avoided. At times that was a real task, the heat of the moment and our love for each other made abstaining extremely difficult at times.

Doreen is a senior executive assistant for the CEO of her company. She was hired for another position but moved up through the ranks fairly quickly. She is good at her job, almost able to anticipate her boss’s next request, having everything ready before he requests it. Her salary is sixty thousand a year, but her fringe benefits make the job enticing, really enticing. There are lots of different benefits offered these days, Doreen has most of them in her employment package including three weeks’ vacation, medical and dental coverage, stock options and profit sharing, just to name a few.

I work as a salesperson for a software company, located in one of the satellite towns surrounding the metropolitan Phoenix area. Usually, I do quite well, bringing in about seventy thousand a year. Recently sales are getting harder, the depressed economy not allowing companies the luxury of updating software on their computer systems as often as they used to do. They love our product, but it is expensive. I had invested in the company from day one, buying shares whenever I had an opportunity. I felt confident that the investment would eventually pay off, our product used by the majority of businesses today. If it got to where sales were too hard to come by, I would sell my stock in the company, maybe providing me with a comfortable living for a few years.

My part of the perfect life started to come apart a few weeks later. A Chinese company bought a majority of our stock in a hostile takeover. They wanted our software, not the company itself. The restructuring of the company came over the next week or two, several hundred people were laid off, and a couple of the branches were closed. It didn’t look good, we knew what they wanted, it was only a matter of time before I wouldn’t have a job. Luckily, the stock did go up in value, since the company is now owned by a foreign business, the analysts figuring that they would soon be selling our software worldwide, something we had not done in the past.

I wanted to catch it at its height if I could time it right, I figured this would be my only chance to secure a comfortable future. Jobs were scarce, especially for mid and upper-level positions, my chances of finding something soon would be almost nil. Add in to that equation that my experience is as a salesperson and the reality of not working for a while is imminent.

Two weeks later I am called into my boss’s office and given a couple of options. If I resigned, I would be offered some additional shares of stock, a kind of financial bribe to get me to quit. If I turned that down, they would let me work six weeks, the minimum time they had for notice; then that would be it. Personnel files would show that I was let go, due to financial reasons. I would be issued a letter of recommendation either way, but if I resigned it would be more favorable in its wording. The end of my employment had come, not totally unexpected, but still quite a blow to my ego.

I bargained with him for more shares; I knew he would have some latitude in his offers, determined to get the best I could talk him into. After an hour of going back and forth, he upped the offer one more time, and I accepted. It would be the next morning before the shares would be transferred to my name, so I made a point to be at my stockbrokers early the next day. That night I kept from telling Doreen what had happened, I wanted to be sure that I got the deal concluded before I told her. When I arrived at the brokers in the morning, he checked the ownership of the last shares; then I cashed in all of my shares with him giving me a cashier’s check for the full amount. Later that day the company announced closing down of all of our branches over the next six weeks, in the future, their people would do all of the selling and maintenance of the product.

As I made my way home I considered myself very lucky, if I hadn’t gone straight to my stockbroker, I would have lost almost a hundred thousand dollars. I did stop at our bank and put the money in our checking account with a good sized portion in our safe deposit box. I stopped and picked up some Mexican food for supper since my cooking skills end with boiling water. I placed it in the oven with the heat barely on to keep warm and then made my way upstairs to change. I put on a set of sweats, my normal attire for around the house.

As I came into the living room, Doreen was just coming in the door. I got hugged, her first question is do I still have a job. She had been on a two-day business trip with some of her bosses, and we had not talked since she had left, other than a short phone conversation. I told her what happened, her sigh of relief when I told her what I had accomplished made her feel much better.

We ate and talked, mainly about the company and what I was going to do now. I told her I would spend a couple of weeks to see if there is anything there to be had in the job market, but thought that unless I changed careers, or where I lived, I doubted I would be employed for the next few years. Moving to another locale was out of the question because of Doreen’s job, you don’t walk away from that type of job to start over at the bottom.

The next two weeks passed quickly; I managed to hand out over a hundred resumes, but not a single response came back. I had hoped to at least get a phone call, maybe an interview. One of my friends who worked in the same field sent out over a thousand resumes, to companies all over the U.S. and received only three responses to his intensive job search. I wasn’t interested in moving out of state, so I limited my search to the metro Phoenix area. Not an unreasonable desire since Phoenix and the Valley of the Sun was an electronics hub, similar to Silicon Valley earlier in the decade.

Doreen and I decided it wouldn’t warrant wasting any more resources in the pursuit of a job, gas and car maintenance adding up quite quickly. I tried finding something to do around the apartments to keep busy, but my lack of training in household chores is a definite deterrent. We did decide to move in together, cutting the expense of the second apartment. That kept me busy for a couple of weeks moving my stuff and cleaning my old apartment. Her living quarters are larger and in a better part of town. When that is completed, the question still remained as to what to do with my time again.

I started going to afternoon movies; then that progressed to reading at the library. If you have seen four or five movies these days, you have seen most of everything they have to offer now, one movie and a multitude of takeoffs on the same subject. Reading being my other interest to wile away the hours, I had always been an avid reader in school, reading almost anything I could get my hands on. I didn’t trust myself to check out the books, figuring I would forget to bring them back and made to pay a fine. So I spent the afternoons reading at one of the city library branches, most of the libraries had areas for reading, where it was quiet and peaceful.

I still searched the classifieds every day, hoping for something to pop up, but other than fast food and retail there is nothing. If I hadn’t had the money I made on selling the stock I would have pursued a job in retail, it being a much better choice than a fast food career.

The last few nights I noticed Doreen working on something in the living room, while I watched TV. There really isn’t anything good to watch, but when there is not anything else to do you settle for anything. On Saturday morning she appeared at breakfast with a pad of notes, most likely what she had been working on. Our breakfasts usually consisted of cereal and some type of juice, easy and not complicated. We ate in silence, then after doing the dishes, she asked me to sit down.

She didn’t like me wasting away doing nothing, we had plenty of money, so the financial aspects of this were not important. She thought she knew me well enough that I wouldn’t take on something voluntarily without being pushed to do it. I smiled, she does know me pretty well. Now she has put together a plan that will ease me into something worthwhile, but my performance will be the sole determining factor as to what I end up doing.

“What I have done is assign a point value to everything that needs to be done around the house. For instance, doing the dishes will give you a set number of positive points, however, if you don’t do the dishes you receive the same number of negative points. At the end of each week, you get to use your positive points in something you want to do with me. At the same time if you have attained some negative points I can use those points to change you in some way.”

If you are good you get rewarded, if you are bad, I get to change something about you, my choice. Once we start this, you must comply with all aspects of this. She shoved the pad before me where she had listed common household chores and the point value of each. Then they were optional chores and their point values, the next list had things relating to our relationship, and the final list had things relating to our families and relatives. I could tell that she had put a lot of thought into this, it did attract my attention, how she had worded each list of tasks quite in depth. She flipped the page showing where I would be starting out with two basic chores for each weekday. Weekends would remain free of chores, except for where I missed a weekday due to sickness or we were out of town for a day.

If I ended with a negative point total for the week, I would be assigned another chore to be done until all the chores were assigned. Then any further failure would result in chores related to the other lists being assigned to me. Then the clincher, the part that made me agree to this silly proposition. Positive point totals would allow me to have sex with Doreen any way I wanted it; negative point totals would deny me the privilege of sex plus she could make a change to me, her choice.

She thought it is fair, maybe keeping me interested during the week knowing that I am working towards something. When I am first assigned a task, she will educate me in doing it properly, but thereafter if I didn’t perform it right, I would be issued negative points.

I set there thinking it over, complicated in a way, but maybe interesting enough to keep the boredom from getting to me. Not doing anything most days is getting to me, you think when you are employed that having nothing to do is the goal in life, but that changes drastically when the reality of life becomes clear. I pondered the decision to be made, why Doreen has to make everything so complicated is beyond me, but there is enough intrigue there to entice me.

Nothing more is brought up that evening, but in the morning, Doreen asks if I am in or out. “I’m in, maybe not such a good idea, but I am really bored out of my mind, this is better than what I am doing now.” I get a big smile, and she leaves for work.

That evening she instructs me in the proper way to do dishes, the temperature of the water, the amount of soap used and the correct way to rinse and dry them. I also learned that the job is not complete until the dishes are put away. Doreen never used a dishwasher, so her dishes got washed in a sink, rinsed and put in a strainer to dry. Including instruction time it took about thirty minutes to complete. The next chore she gave me instructions in is vacuuming. One room a day, except for the living room, that had to be done twice a week, Mondays and Thursdays.

It seemed simple, so I was ready for the first day of my new daily activities. Since this is Friday, I received a two-day reprieve; there is a Home and Garden Show in town, so we spent an afternoon and the next morning browsing the exhibits. I forgot all about the scheme until late Sunday night when Doreen brought it up again. She just wanted to ensure that I hadn’t forgot the deal. Monday would start my accumulation of points; I hoped all would be positive.

When Monday rolled around, I dressed quickly, ate some breakfast, and then tackled the vacuuming. I made a point to do a thorough job, even moving a few smaller pieces of furniture to get under them. I even got on my hands and knees to make sure it is done right looking under furniture and in the corners of the room. I put the vacuum back in the closet, feeling confident in my actions, already counting my points in my head.

The dishes were to be done in the evening after dinner, so that had to wait. I picked up around the apartment, not wanting anything obvious to influence my supervisor when she got home from work. I decided to go to the library and read for a while, then come home in time to place some frozen meals we had purchased in the oven for dinner.

The afternoon worked out as I wanted, I got the meals in the oven and was waiting for Doreen to get home. She asked how things had gone, I told her of my efforts, then told her I went to the library to read after doing my new chore. The frozen meals were not that good, but still food, and since I couldn’t cook anything a simple solution to dinner.

We planned two nights a week to eat out, those we would enjoy much more than the TV dinners the rest of the nights. She helped me get the dishes to the sink, and I got to work. I filled the sink, placed the dishes to soak, then washed them and rinsed them, placing them in the dish strainer to get the excess moisture off. I then took a towel and wiped each dish carefully and put it in the appropriate cupboard.

I again made sure that I had accomplished the task as shown and joined Doreen in the living room. She complimented me on doing a good job of vacuuming; she had checked some of the same spots as I had, then headed to the closet. I remembered then that I had to empty the bag before I put the vacuum up. She looked in the closet, noticing the full bag, but didn’t say anything. Her next stop is the kitchen, checking the dishes to see if I had gotten them clean and that I had put everything away. She smiled as she went through the cabinets, till she got to the cups we used for our tea. I had failed to get the moisture out of the cups, I had wiped the outside of the cup, but didn’t wipe the inside of the cup dry. She gave me a hug, I will overlook these two things today, but if there are more mistakes this week, I will have to double any negative point total.

Of course, she is smiling ear to ear; I think this exercise is more for her benefit than mine. I asked her if I ended up with a negative point total, what changes she would make to me. She walked to the bedroom and brought back her lists of chores and flipped to the back page. She showed it to me, and as I read it my legs became weak, my knees began to buckle, and I fainted. When I started to regain consciousness, she is holding a wet washcloth over my eyes, wiping my forehead with it. When I started to move, she removed the washcloth and leaned over and gave me a rather passionate kiss on the lips. I looked up at her, my face reflecting the distress and unanswered questions that were filling my mind. She caressed the sides of my face, running her fingers through my hair.

As I started to say something, she suggested that I wait a while, think about what you saw that caused the distress, but hold any comments. Tonight when we get ready for bed, I will tell you my reasons for the changes, and we will talk about what is coming up in your life. Believe me; I did a lot of thinking on what I saw on that sheet of paper.

When we first met, Doreen had been at a Halloween party that I also attended. I ended up dancing with her before the night was over, even though my costume was very feminine and girly. One of my female roommates had dressed me as a cheerleader; she had gone way over what I had in mind, more than a few people thinking that I was an actual female. My reasonably small build and long blonde hair didn’t help matters any; then you take into consideration my cute face (her words), and you can see why I had no trouble looking the part.

Doreen while dancing with me told me repeatedly that I made a very pretty female, and that she is glad to be able to secure a dance with me. We did exchange phone numbers that night, called each other several times, eventually leading to a date, then to a relationship.

From what I saw on the list she intends to carry this much farther than my Halloween masquerade. I know that from now on I will be paying a lot more attention to my chores, negative points will cause my life to become difficult. The items on the list would make me quite feminine, and not just for a few days. This is a side of Doreen I have never seen, making me wonder where all of this is headed.

That evening I did correct my shortfalls, getting the vacuum bag empty, then made sure all of the cups, in fact, all of the dishes were dry and put away properly. The chores I had been assigned gained quite a bit more significance, the consequences of doing poorly suddenly making a huge difference in my thinking. Doreen had gone to get ready for bed first with me only twenty minutes behind her. As I slid into the bed next to her, she laid her head on my chest and told me why this meant so much to her.

“She had exposure to several lesbian encounters during her school years, never participated in any, but watching others had caused an effect on her. She had talked with a few girlfriends over the years, done a little kissing and body exploration with some girlfriends but nothing more. Then she met me and the fascination with two loving females faded. It has sparked a few memories over the years, but nothing that lasted.”

“Then when you resigned, and we became financially secure, my imagination went into overdrive. I remembered how we met, you in your cheerleader costume; that night at the party I was constantly wet thinking about you. I had daydreams with you wearing lipstick, or a cute miniskirt, even going to the salon with me.” Several times I tried to interrupt, but she silenced me telling me just to shut up and listen to her. It is said with such conviction I did as she wanted, not something she has done before, at least, not to me.

“These dreams, visions, or whatever you want to call them have happened more frequently, to the point I want to explore them with you. I think I know you well enough you would not want to participate in this unless you are forced to. So the chores, the points, the whole setup designed to allow you some control over your life. If you do well, you can avoid the perils that you have seen a glimpse of, if you don’t, you get a chance to enter into my world. It is all up to you, I am not forcing anything on you, you can avoid all of the perils, but you will have to work at it.”

“I have to confess that just setting this all up has made me wet with anticipation, maybe if you relax a little, trying to keep your masculinity might also affect you in much the same way.” She reached out and grabbed at my crotch, her hand finding my rock hard penis trying to bore a hole out of my pants. A big smile found its way to her face, a wink and then a squeeze almost made me squirt my load.

Since my organ had betrayed me, I couldn’t deny that the proposition had no effect on me. I swallowed hard a couple of times before I found a voice and could get out a word or two. I asked how far she intends to carry this, some of the things that I got a glimpse of were quite severe, almost separating myself from my masculinity? “To keep the premise viable, not just some words, I am going to take it all the way to completion. You will either end up a satisfied male, with all the sex he can handle or I will have a female lover for the rest of my life. One of us is going to be quite happy, but just maybe both of us will find a side of us we didn’t know existed, a side we can live with and enjoy.”

When I was allowed to speak I tried to get her to change her mind, this whole idea is crazy, but all she would say is you agreed to it, the game is on, let the better person win. I knew I had lost that part of the argument, one; she is enjoying this too much, two; she has never changed her mind after she has come to a decision. The possible outcome sent shivers through my whole body, a lot to lose if I failed to do well at my tasks. She turned out the light; the discussion is over; she did hug me tight, and we fell asleep that way.

I stayed in bed until she left for work, partly because I didn’t want to face her until I could think some things through. Everything now took on a new significance, there is suddenly much more at stake than before, mainly my masculinity. I eventually got up and went to the bathroom, then went to the kitchen and had some cereal. I returned to the bedroom, and dressed in some of my sweats, then vacuumed the bedroom and the hall. I even moved all of the furniture, to vacuum underneath, not wanting to risk the chance of getting negative points. As I put the vacuum back, I emptied the bag, even washing the filter for the vacuum. After closing the closet door, I re-opened it to make sure the vacuum is sitting there properly and that the bag is empty, not trusting myself to do as required without double checking.

I again returned to the library to read some, but my mind is still going over some of the things I saw on that damned list. A thought came to me; maybe I could do something extra from the list to possibly gain some cushion in my quest for positive points. I put the book back and hurried home. I went right to the bedroom and looked for the list of chores. I found it in her nightstand drawer and perused the list for something that I might do; that would not require her to show me how to first. The only thing that might be a possibility is doing laundry. I had done some laundry for myself when I was still single, so it is not a totally foreign entity to me.

I gathered up our laundry basket and went to the laundry room. Each apartment had its own washing machine and dryer, one of the things that had endeared the place to her in the first place. I sorted the colors from the whites, then partially filled the washer with clothes. It turned out to be a mixed load, some of hers and some of mine. I added the detergent according to the directions, then the fabric softener. I set the size and type of load, then started the machine. When it had finished, I moved the items to the dryer and turned it on.

I am so pleased with myself, doing something on my own, and hoping to gain some extra points in doing so. When the dryer beeped, I removed the clothes and folded them on our bed, wanting them to be visible so she would notice that I had done them. Tonight we are going to eat out, so no dinner preparation is necessary. Doreen is a little bit late but heads to the bedroom right away to get changed to go out. I had already dressed in some chinos and a golf shirt, so I stayed in the living room waiting for her. She appears dressed to the nines, in an LBD that appears to have been painted on her body.

My interest is suddenly very obvious, my pants getting to be too tight for comfort. Doreen notices and as she walks by, brushes up against me, making things much worse. We do eventually get to the restaurant she has picked out, ordered some wine and our meals. We talk about everything and nothing, but the time passes quickly and soon we are headed home. I walk straight to the bedroom, the clothes I had laundered earlier still laying on the bedspread.

I change into my pajamas, then turn on the TV in the bedroom. She takes quite a while in the bathroom, coming out in this next to nothing nightie. She heads out to the kitchen to get a drink, then returns to the bedroom. She sits in the other chair next to me and watches what I have on the TV. I finally lose what little interest I had in it and switch it off. I turn to look at her and notice she has her list with her. I hope it means I will receive some positive points, but her look unnerves me. When she is sure, she has my attention she starts. “The vacuuming job is very well done, I get positive points for it.” I notice she has a space for each task, the point total assigned and comments on what is right and what is wrong.

Each day is listed separately and then a space for the weekly total. Then she comments on the dishes; I looked puzzled; we ate out there are no dishes in the sink. Like a child she takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen, there in the sink are my lunch dishes and three glasses that we used to get water. I receive a negative point total for this, and then she marks yesterday’s results as negative and doubles it like she said she would do if I goofed up during the week.

Then she dealt with me doing the laundry. She applauded me doing something extra without being asked so she will give me some positive points for initiative, incidentally she had that on a line on her list, so I received fifty points. Now as to the quality of the job and its completeness. Several of my items are faded, requiring the item to be replaced. Another of my items has been shrunk in the high heat of the dryer, and it will also need replacing. Two of your items that used to be white are now faded, though they are still wearable. I will have to give you negative points for this chore; you also did not complete the task, half of the laundry still needs to be done.

I saw her give me the negative points, but then I realized that the laundry chore was worth quite a bit more than the other chores. I received five hundred negative points, my head dropped down, my heart stopped, and I think I even quit breathing for a minute.

Judgment day seemed to be quickly approaching, and I had a very impressive negative point total. I got a hug for trying to do something extra, but she then explained once I started a chore I had it added to my daily chores. To empathize the point she showed me where it is spelled out in the agreement between us. She then showed me where it stated that if clothing was destroyed beyond be usable, that I had to replace that clothing with identical items or suffer a three hundred point penalty for each item.

She quietly handed me the three items, told me where I could probably find a replacement and then marked it on her sheet. I apparently have three days to replace the item before I am awarded the negative points.

I sat hard on the sofa in the living room; she has spent too much time fine tuning this agreement; I see now that it will take desperate measures to keep me from falling into her clutches, two days into it, and I am already near the edge of the cliff. I keep thinking of some of the things that I saw on the list, then shuddering as the goose pimples come up on my arms and legs. I had been sitting there for an hour when she comes to grab my hand and drag me back to the bedroom. She hugs me; “you might as well get used to the idea, a female you is in your future, months and years as my lover and plaything. I know you are scared, I can feel it when I touch you, but once you see the real you, you will embrace it wholeheartedly.”

I am not sure I shared her enthusiasm in that I would welcome it and embrace the female lifestyle. To be honest, I am progressing towards that femaleness faster than I had ever thought possible. The next day, I practiced a kind of preciseness that is unheard of these days. I moved every piece of furniture in the room that is on today’s agenda to be vacuumed, carefully ran the machine over the carpeting, then thoroughly cleaned the vacuum before putting it back in the closet, I actually took the machine apart cleaning every last nook and cranny of its being.

I did the remainder of the laundry, separating every last class of clothes making sure that all items matched in care and temperature use. After all had been washed and dried, I folded them and carefully put them away. I walked the whole house looking for any laundry that had escaped the laundry basket, determined not to allow any negativity to come into play tonight. Dinner is a couple of frozen entrees, better than some of them, but still lacking in actual taste. I did the same careful screening of the kitchen as I had done for the laundry and vacuuming, making sure that nothing is missed. Satisfied in my endeavors, I went to the living room.

Doreen is finishing some paperwork she had brought home from the office, as I enter. She places it back in her briefcase and then gives me a giant hug. We sit on the couch and cuddle a little, her the first to start off the conversation. She asked if I had double checked everything I had done today, making sure that all is done to her standards. I blushed she knows me to well, I replied that I had, and I am sure all will be to her satisfaction. She looked at me and asked if I had replaced her things yet, I swallowed hard, I really forgot that little tidbit since I was so busy trying to keep from getting any deeper in negativity. She suggested that I work on that now, the malls are still open, and I had only two days left to get it done.

I quickly got dressed and headed out the door, when I arrived at the mall, I still had an hour and a half to find her replacements. I checked the stores where she had bought them originally, but the items are something they no longer carry. I had taken the items with me, causing me to get quite a few looks, carrying around a bra, a panty, and a garter belt. The first associate that I had talked to did give me a bag to put them in to ease my embarrassment in carrying them around. At the last mega lingerie store that I had stopped at, the assistant manager told me they still carried it, but only in an antique ivory color. It is a set, with a price tag of over a hundred dollars. I did buy it, walking out of the store a lot lighter in the wallet than when I came in.

I felt good, at my accomplishment, no more negative points to deal with, maybe things are turning around for me. The drive home seems quicker; I am looking forward to Doreen seeing that I am a responsible and caring person replacing her things that I had damaged. I entered the house telling her that I am home. I got an enthusiastic hug; then she led me to the bedroom, where she had laid out some of the things that I had laundered today. Next to the bed is the vacuum, and I had a sudden ill feeling come over me.

She told me to plug in the vacuum and turn it on. I complied, but when I turned on the switch, there is no response. After I had taken it apart to clean it, I never made sure it still ran. My shoulders drooped down; things were not looking good. She pointed to the items on the bed, asking me to pick them up and feel them. I did, they felt alright, maybe a little stiffer than they usually were. The thought suddenly hit me; that is why the fabric softener is on the shelf next to the detergent, why I had forgotten that today is unreal. She mentioned that the dishes are clean, a very good job, but several of the plates were in the wrong stack, and the silverware is mixed up now, the better silver now mixed with the everyday silver.

Another disastrous day, I got up and told her I had to use the restroom, then went down the hall to the guest bathroom. I needed to be alone for a while, to figure out what I am going to do. I now realize that no matter what I do and how I do it there is always a way to find some fault in the completion of the task. I sat on the toilet after locking the door, going over what few options I might still have in this. There turned out to be not many available, then realized why Doreen is so good at her job. She had anticipated my every reaction and had planned a way to force me to her objective. From the time I had signed the agreement, my fate was sealed, and the objective she wanted is assured. I set there for quite some time, looking at the situation with a new perspective and a greater appreciation of her skills and devious planning.

I eventually left the bathroom, walking back to the bedroom, an idea in my head of a way to get to the crux of the matter without all of the games. As I entered, she is sitting on the bed watching what I am going to do. I asked to see the list again; I need to check on some things and how they are worded. She opened her nightstand drawer and removed the list, handing it to me. I took it over to her vanity, set down and read it from cover to cover. Whenever I looked up to see her expression, she had a smile on her face.

When I finished, I laid the list down and contemplated my next move. I wanted peace with her, nothing that she could do to me would lessen my love for her, but I also wanted a little control of my life. I recognized I would soon be all female, that is spelled out in every line and word on the pages she had written. I just didn’t realize her intent and glossed over everything seeing only what I wanted to see in the deal. I got up and moved over to the bed, laying down beside her, taking hold of one of her hands. She pointed to the bag of replacements that I had purchased.

“I cut her off; I know they are the wrong color, probably the wrong size, and yes I realize that I have nine hundred more negative points added to my total. I want the agreement torn up, in its place I offer the following compromise. I will subject myself to one of your wishes every week willingly, your choice, but let’s not go through all of this drama to get what you want. I want to find a school that teaches cooking and doing household chores and enroll myself. In exchange, you will treat me like a cherished wife, affording me money for clothes, makeup, lingerie, and of course appointments for a beauty salon to make me pretty and feminine. I can’t have you babies, but I will gladly raise our children if you desire.”

“Like my namesake of the fifties, I want to be called June, loved like a wife, cherished as a lover and treasured as a companion. Now do I get a kiss and my own credit card so I can get beautiful for you, or do you have something else in mind?”

She rolled over on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and latched onto one of my nipples. My t-shirt is wadded up around my neck, my shorts are tented quite a bit, and I am sweating. Before she did much else, she reached over to her drawer once again and pulled out a jewelry box. She removed the ring from it and slid it on my finger, then the second ring placing it next to the other. I raised my hand to look at the rings, a perfect match to the set I had given her earlier in life. When we first started dating and living together I had given her an engagement ring and wedding band, even though we were not married, I wanted any possible Lotharios to know she is off the market.

As we laid there she asked if I am sure that I wanted to give in so easily, she is enjoying the game, and the anticipation of me becoming her female lover and wife keeps her wet all the time. I giggled, yes. I know a female giggle from a former staunch male, a gesture that emphasized my submissiveness recently. I somehow didn’t feel like much of a male, and I knew it wouldn’t take her long to change my appearance to her ideal woman.

“I am as sure that I can be, I love you immensely, and if this will make you happy, I will do my best to comply. I do ask one thing, leave me with my manhood until we are sure that this is what you want. I do want the lessons in becoming a housewife and cook if I am going to do this I want to do it right. I want to be able to show you how much I care for you by taking care of you and our home the way a wife would take care of her husband and home.”

I got a big hug; then she asked one more time if I am sure. I told her I am sure; I love her with all that I possess and want to take care of her for the rest of my life. She got the biggest smile on her face, then retreated to the kitchen.

I am left alone on the bed for a few minutes as she made a few calls in the kitchen. When she returned to the bedroom, she told me I had an appointment in the morning at her salon to become her woman. Then after dinner, I had my first lesson with a teacher to learn to cook and take care of a house. The teacher is a friend of mine, who takes students to learn to be a better wife. She knows all about you, and will give you the knowledge you desire. Then she approached me and gently lifted my head till I am looking directly into her eyes. “I love you with all my heart and soul after you have made the transformation I want to get married for real, to make an honest woman out of you. I also want to buy a house for you, a beautiful woman needs a house of her own, to make a real home out of it, a home for the two of us.”

I wasn’t allowed to say much after that, every time I opened my mouth, she kissed me, using her tongue to probe my open mouth. I got the hint after the third time I tried some type of communication. She cuddled me closely, and I drifted off to sleep in her arms. She helped me out of bed the next morning, keeping me moving along as I dressed in some clothes she had laid on the bed. She brushed my hair for me, then applied some lipstick to my lips and then I am pushed out the door.

She drove me to the salon, a nice gesture on her part until I realized I had no way home other than her picking me up. She dragged me into the salon and right to a room at the back of the salon. She helped me get undressed, then grabbed my clothes and left after giving me an erotic kiss. So much for me making a break for it later, I quickly came to the conclusion I am in over my head, Doreen is smarter than I am, having successfully outwitted me in every facet of this deal. I resigned myself to becoming the female she wants, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.

The stylist entered the room and giggled at my state of undress. The first words out of her mouth, you must be Doreen’s new wife, glad to meet you, I am Celeste, your stylist and guide into the wonderful world of femininity. Get up on the table and we will begin your journey. She looked at the cards that she brought in with her, making small comments as she read them. You are scheduled for the basic sex change, tits, ass, and hair. Over the next few weeks, we have you down for almost every service we offer, and then after that a weekly maintenance appointment to keep you at your feminine best. Your appointments are always at this time and day; you should expect to be here for at least six hours, sometimes more.

Today will be a little longer since the procedure for breast creation is a minimum of eight hours. Now lay back and let’s get this show on the road. She applied the cream to my entire body, including my eyebrows and beard area. The cream on my body is removed after thirty minutes, what little hair I had disappearing with it. Included in the areas covered were my groin and between the crack of my butt. The cream on my face and eyebrows is left on for an hour, when she removed it my face looked clear, not even a shadow of beard remained. After a repeated application at a future appointment, my body hair would be completely dead, unable to grow again.

Then she concentrated on my groin, spraying a numbing agent to keep everything calm and unfeeling. She worked down there for a while, then used glue to anchor her efforts, when I raised my head to look, an image of a male is not there, my male organ no longer visible. When she finished down there, I had an exact match to Doreen’s female sex, two small puffy areas with a slit in between. Even the lack of pubic hair matched Doreen.

Celeste then moved to my chest, measuring and marking two areas on my smooth hair free chest. A machine is wheeled in, and two fairly good sized cups are centered over the marked areas. The breast cups are glued to my chest making for a secure connection, then a syringe of fatty substance is inserted into each cup. The hoses are attached to the cups and the machine starts. The cups start filling as the suction starts pulling flesh into them. Then after ten minutes of sucking extra tissue into the cups, the cups start to vibrate, causing the tissue in the cups to bounce up and down in response to the vibration.

The feeling is erotic; I want to hold the cups with my hands to stop the vibrations, but my hands on the cups do not stop the pulsations of the tissue in the cups. I look up at Celeste, the smile on her face says she is enjoying my discomfort. She whispers in my ear, there is a price for beauty, and you are paying for having boobs now.

The bouncing up and down of my tissue is also causing my mind to turn to mush, I can’t think straight, then I look at the slowly filling cups and wonder how that is possible. Shortly the cups will be full, and I will have a set of breasts that will rival most females. I am sorry, but my mind can’t handle that thought, just a few hours ago I was a normal looking male, and now I have a vagina and soon to be two voluptuous breasts.

Then I realized that I had agreed to accept one item from her list each week, in her salon at the present and scheduled to complete a lengthy list before she picks me up tonight. I have certainly underestimated her, her thinking and planning easily able to outsmart me at every turn. Heck, this is not even a fair contest, I had lost before we even started, just not aware of the eventual outcome.

With the vibrations still permeating my body, she moves her attention to my nails. I contemplate stopping this here but realize that she will just do something else that I won’t be aware of till it is too late. Might as well get this over with now, she will have her female, and I will have some peace, at least, for a few days. The manicure left me with long elegant nails, three coats of polish topped off with a glossy topcoat. I stared at them, an obvious statement of my new found femininity.

Next on the agenda for today is my hair. I have fairly long hair for a male, the ends of my locks nearly reaching my shoulders. She washed and conditioned my hair, then wrapped my head in a towel to get the excess moisture out of it. The forms were still on my chest, even though the vibrations had ceased and the machine had been turned off. The hoses and cables from the forms were still connected, leaving me with two cups filled to capacity with tissue that I did not know existed. The source of the vibrations had ceased, though I could still feel the tissue in the forms vibrating. It was obvious that the suction was still keeping the flesh in the cups, the pump just not pulling any more in.

I found out the forms stay on, eventually dissolving, leaving only soft breast tissue in its place. I knew then that the female part of me would be with me for quite some time. Since the tissue was sucked from my body, it would not be just a matter of it returning to its previous state. The female June is a fact, and apparently for the long term.

I am helped to her styling chair, from the sinks and the towel removed. She ran a coarse comb through the hair getting out any snags or knots, then sectioned it off and secured the sections in tiny pin curls all over my head. The curls were sprayed with a setting gel and then each section is wound on several curlers of different sizes, depending on where on my head they resided. After all of my hair is in the curlers I am moved under a dryer, the warm heat of the dryer making me extremely sleepy.

Even though my hair is in curlers, it still gives the illusion of a female, only my lack of makeup still keeping the looks from being totally female. Celeste figured that, so her next area of attack is my face, concealer to hide any blemishes, then a foundation to even the skin tones on my face. She penciled in some eyebrows, although the fine line that she drew there not much wider than a fine point magic marker. The placement of the line is much higher than my natural brow line and arched drastically high above my eyes, tapering to a point beyond the end of my eye. Then eyeliner to both the top and bottom lids of my eye, framing my eye perfectly. Some bright pink eye shadow, with ivory highlights right under my brows. Some rouge on my cheeks feathering up towards my ears to emphasize my cheekbones, then several coats of mascara to make my eyelashes stand out. Finally, she lined my lips with a pencil, a dark pink/burgundy color, filled in with some lipstick in the dark pink color matching my fingernails.

She told me to follow her to another door, leading to their clothes area. The store is larger than the salon, filled with all types of women’s clothes. The cape I had been wearing is removed, and Celeste took my measurements including my shoe size. Then she headed out to the racks to select some appropriate things for me. She returned a couple of minutes later with an arm full and hung them on the hooks of a changing room. Then she went back out to get me some lingerie to wear, that being found on the shelves on the far side of the store.

She returned and laid them on a table at the side of the room. Panties and bra first, the sensations of slipping into the panties and them being pulled up my hair free legs almost made me do something very unladylike. The bra felt surprisingly comfortable, helping to support my breasts. The forms were already softening, the weight pulling down, making me aware of the weight of my new appendages. The bra did make all the difference, the breast neatly ensconced in the cup of the bra, caressing the nipple as I made small movements causing the breast to shift in the cup. I could already feel the nipple at the end of the cup as it is encased in the bra.

Then a skirt is slid up my legs and fastened behind me. The fit in the thighs is tight, a little more room at the knees, but not enough to walk comfortably, the skirt restricting my steps and stride. The blouse is next, a very sheer material, in an off white color, going perfectly with the color of the skirt. A contrast existed between the two, but the colors did go together. A pair of four-inch pumps in the same off white color now adorned my feet, making me feel suddenly unstable.

Celeste told me to take short steps, keeping one foot in front of the other as if I was walking a tightrope. She had me walk around the salon several times, getting used to my footwear and the restriction of the skirt. As I passed the mirrors on the wall, I noticed that my bra clearly showed through the blouse, the lace trim even noticeable. I looked every bit the female, only my hair still in curlers ruining the effect.

That problem is handled next; the curlers removed, and my hair brushed into a pageboy style, the ends curling under at my neck and sides. The last vestige of my male appearance now removed, from head to toe, I looked like a woman. Sure enough, with my realization that I am indeed a female now in looks Doreen comes walking into the salon, then I lower my head staring at the floor ahead of me. I am ashamed of my sudden femininity, in a few hours my male self has been obliterated completely, that doesn’t speak much about my masculine image before this, if it could be done away with so easily.

Doreen walks right up to me, lifts my chin and kisses me passionately. I stare into her eyes, trying to see what her intent is with me. I know I had made some demands on her asking her to take care of me, to love me, but that is before I have been changed into this total feminine being. How can she still love me, after seeing me being changed so easily into a gorgeous female? She had originally intended to marry a male, but he doesn’t exist anymore, maybe gone for a long, long time, from the looks of my new body.

She leads me to her car, getting the door for me, even helping me fasten my seat belt. She returns to the driver’s seat and drives us home. The trip is in silence, with me not knowing what to say to her. Do I try to act female to her, is that what she wants from me? Since I am so indecisive, I do nothing. She parks in the garage and comes to help me out of the car, then leads me into the apartment. I am led directly to the living room and sat down on the couch. She heads to the kitchen to get us something to drink, and returns sitting our drinks on the coffee table directly in front of us.

“I think you have come to the wrong conclusion today about everything. That is what happens when you think too much, worry about everything, and generally make a mess out of any situation. I want you to listen to me, with both ears. I am deeply in love with you; I want nothing else in life but to share my life with you till we die. Whether you are female or male in appearance makes no difference to me in my love for you.”

“How we enjoy that time together is up to us, I have always seen a side to you that is buried, never seeing the light of day. It is a part of you that I want to share some of my life with, a part that upon looking at you, has been repressed for far too long. I want no more negative feelings about the person I see sitting beside me, a beautiful woman that I love even more than your former male self. Her beauty brightens up this room, makes my heart race, and causes my body to tingle all over. This is you, it has always been you, but you never allowed it to come out and play. We are going to do that now, and for the rest of our lives.”

“I have found us a couple of houses to look at, both of them are what I picture you living in, making them our home. I will take care of you, treasure you, and make love to you until you kick me out the door.” She then leaned in and kissed me so deep that I felt my toes tingling when she allowed me to get a breath. The doorbell rang, she looked at me, then asked if I am going to answer it. I gave her a look but did make my way to the door. It is a pizza delivery boy, with two boxes for us. I turned to get some money from my purse, but Doreen is standing behind me, handing him the money and telling him to keep the change. Doreen took the pizzas to the kitchen while I went to the living room to retrieve our drinks.

We sat at the bar, nibbling at the pizza, and taking sips of our drinks. It felt good, being able to relax with her more than I usually managed to accomplish. I received frequent kisses, her hand not involved in eating rubbing my thigh, keeping me in constant turmoil. We only ate one of the pizza’s the other put in the refrigerator for snacking later on.

We made our way to the bedroom, a new nightie, presumably for me laying on my side of the bed. I made my way to the bathroom, taking the nightie with me, changed into it and sighed. It showed all of my new assets in all their glory, my nipples betraying my feelings before I even got back to the bedroom, the forms that shaped them almost faded away. I brushed my hair, my teeth, even removed my makeup trying everything I could to delay the inevitable. With my pert nipples leading the way I ventured back to the bedroom, Doreen waiting at the edge of the bed for my return. She is dressed similarly to me, her nipples as excited as mine.

It turned out to be a long night, I do wish I could remember what happened that night, but since my mind was closed down for repairs, I doubt that would be possible. Two days later we did look at the houses, the second one perfect as far as I was concerned. Since it was going to be my house to fix up, maintain, and care for, I was the one that got to choose. A month later we were moved in, she got me a mover to pack everything and get it to our new house. It took me several weeks to get it decorated the way I wanted it, my new teacher helping me make the correct decisions for colors and fabrics.

It took a little longer for me to master the cooking part, but soon Doreen was rushing home to experience what I had come up with for dinner every night. I learned the proper way to do household chores, even made a schedule to keep them evenly distributed during the week. A modern housewife has to have time for her beauty regime, mine consisted of two salon appointments every week. I loved the salon time, the gals at the salon now my friends.

My teacher Ms. Abernathy has been invaluable. It only took her a couple of visits to ascertain my skill level. Since I love to cook now, I can’t wait for the next class, eager to learn another recipe to make my lover eager to rush home to me. We even take time to go grocery shopping together.

Several of the gurls from the salon have become friends and we take a day or two a week to shop for feminine necessities and clothing.

Now after a visit to the sperm bank to make a withdrawal, I started my carefully planned attack to get Doreen pregnant. When we had started dating each other she had convinced me to make a deposit at the sperm bank, her reasoning long forgotten by now. She had even spent the time to have a couple of her eggs harvested for possible future use. If necessary and my other plan fails to get the desired results I have a backup plan already in place.

I have learned a lot from her, my plan will guarantee what I want. As she had laid out her plan for me a while back, I have mine setup, rewards and penalties in place, the end result is her with child, so that my last part in this scenario can be carried out.

June loving wife and caring mother will finally be realized. A wonderful life to look forward to, caring for my Doreen, her every need seen to by her wife and lover. The life of a female a dream come true for both of us.

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