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Transformations

By: ovid001



I know many of you have heard the rumours: that somewhere in the wild hills north of the great river, where the winds rise suddenly from the west and no sane man these days dares to go, there exist women who can transform themselves at will into anything they choose. A few even say these women can become any animal they wish, or can metamorphize themselves into trees and back again. I've even heard people say they can become one with the wind, travel great distances, and then step back out of the swirling currents of air.

All of these stories are wrong. Forget every thing you've heard about shape-shifters, skin walkers, and all the others. What really happens is much more mysterious. I know, for I have been there. It was many years ago, just after the great battle that restored calm and civility to our land. I may be just a poet, but during that war we were all pressed into service. I found myself leading a small forward band of men patrolling the wild territories. None of us were particularly anxious to seek out opposing forces, but it didn't matter. Even though we managed to keep moving, most of the time we were completely lost, and we never saw any other soldiers. What we found was far more dangerous.

It was late one afternoon, and we hadn't eaten for days. We were determined not to spend another night hungry, and as fortune had it, when we went over a ridge we saw a small village in the valley. We had every reason to believe this was enemy territory, but hunger made us bold. As we crossed the fields, we could see a few villagers closing their doors. Clambering over the livestock fences, we went up to the first house. No-one answered our knock. We tried each of the five houses in turn, with the same result. We weren't there to hurt anyone, we just wanted to eat. There was nothing for it, we walked over to the livestock pen, and picked out a young goat. With thoughts of an evening campfire in our heads, we threw a rope around its neck and started leading it back to the hills.

She came running out, cursing us as thieves and brigands. I offered to pay her for the goat, she would have none of it. She was fury itself: her eyes were the darkest eyes I've ever seen. It was only later that I found out they grow darkest when she's angry. Her black hair fell around her shoulders in waves, and she leaned forward to let us know exactly how she felt about the loss of her goat. I remember noticing even then a leather belt with a hammered gold buckle. We wished her no harm, we tried to turn away. That's when she threw herself on the man leading our dinner away.

I'm not sure what he saw when he turned around. It certainly wasn't a slender woman, dressed in black, unarmed. He dropped the rope, and fell to the ground. Another picked it up, and she turned on him. He took one look, and went running towards the forest. I was amazed: these were armed men, warriors, running in fear from a simple peasant. I'd had enough of that! I seized her arms, and used a small cord to bind her hands behind her. I told one of the remaining men to pick up the rope, and lead the goat away. He did as he was told, thank goodness, and I stood there with her until they'd all made the tree line.

She wore, around her waist, a small leather bag, and I looked inside, curious. Not much to report, a couple amulets, primitive to say the least, a few pieces of birchbark with runes scratched into them. Some unusual small stones, and several sprigs of various herbs. We'd stolen the goat of the village wise woman. Oh, well, fate and the great Measurer would sort out the crime later, in the meantime, we would eat and she'd get another goat. I told her as much as I untied her arms, after placing a small bit of gold in her sack.

It was too late for her to do anything, and she went walking back towards her village, not humbled, and not dispirited, but not furious any longer either. I walked towards the trees where the men had disappeared, thinking of those small objects she carried. I knew that south of the river, there were certain people who would be very interested in her knowledge: perhaps her people had preserved memories of some of the ancient ways during their long isolation. By the time I joined up with my men, I was chiding myself for not talking her out of the contents of that sack, but the objects would do our elders little good if she were not there to explain them. In any case, they were already roasting the goat by the time I found them, and my hunger and satiation made me forget her, and forget her trinkets.

Two of the men were busy mocking the other two who had fled or collapsed in the 'fearsome' fight. The victims were mostly silent, but when they had eaten, they began to talk. The first insisted her had seen a huge raven, and had fallen to the ground because he'd feared it would carry him away. The second was less articulate, he kept muttering about a clawed beast pursuing him, and how his only course was to run as fast as a deer away from the scene. I silently thanked the Goddess that we'd never run into opposing soldiers, and bade them bed down for the night around the fire.

The moon wasn't exactly full, but it was getting close. I lay there watching it, considering the days events and trying to decide where to next lead the small band: North, into uncertain territory, or south, the safer option, but likely to be of little use for reconnaissance. There were the usual sounds of the forest around us. How could I lead such men into even a small skirmish, I wondered. Then the shock came, not a scream, not a howl, more like the predatory cry of a vengeful raven.

Most of what I saw was influenced either by the red glow of the dying fire, or the half light of a waxing moon. I remember a dark shadow, swifter than the wind, and what looked like an oak staff being swung. There was a saddening sound as the staff came down hard on one of my men. It broke his skull with one blow. The other three were up in a flash, and flailing about. Whoosh went the staff, catching another in the side. I heard the wind go out of him, and he bent over. That was enough for the other two: the last I saw of them, they were running like frightened stags through the moonlit underbrush. I flung myself at their assailant, closing my arms around him with all my might, hoping the shear force of my body blow would at least slow him down.

Except it wasn't a him: it was a woman, and a slender one at that. We went crashing to the ground together. I landed on top, and the fight went out of her. She lay there, winded. I looked down, and saw the goat woman staring up at me with fire in her eyes. I tied her hands, and her feet for good measure. I threw a couple new logs on the fire, hoping to get some light, and survey the damage.

It didn't take long to realize the first man she'd hit had fought his last battle. Perhaps the Measurer had already decided it had been a been a crime to take that goat, and had allowed fate to seal his destiny. He'd certainly paid a high price for his dinner. Or perhaps the ancient forces the wise woman could call on had been involved. Either way, the spirit had gone out of him quickly. The other hadn't been as lucky: his chest was crushed, his ribs broken. I did what I could for him, and turned to the woman.

I made her sit up. I nearly cursed her, and then thought better of it. She could have made the curse come back at me three-fold, if what I'm told is true. And what she'd done had taken determination, which my own men lacked, and more than that: honor and especially courage. I stared at her, across the firelight. And as I did, her looks grew softer, the red rage went out of her eyes, she began to remind me of a woman I'd once known, the kind we all think about at such times, a lost love from long ago, fondly recalled. I'd lost Nuala through my own foolhardiness, but here, in this wild, foreign place, I'd been recalling her lately, and I was struck at that moment how much the goat woman resembled her. The beauty I recalled in Nuala was the same beauty I saw then, looking across the firelight at me, half smiling just as Nuala so often did. I stared at her a long time, much of the night, between attending to the wounded man and contemplating my situation.

What I had on my hands was more than a problem: there I was, in hostile territory, one man dead, another badly wounded, two others missing, and a girl captive I dared not release. When dawn came I had to act, I left her tied up, and buried the dead man. By the time I was done the other man had followed him: there was much digging that morning, and no sign of the other two. It gave me even more time to think. What should I do with her? My mission had ended in complete failure. But the elders would see it as a success if I brought her back with me, especially if she shared her knowledge. I decided it was the only thing to do.

I gave up on waiting for the 'warriors' to return. I untied her feet, and told her, as gently as I could, my intent. She wasn't happy, but wasn't furious either. Perhaps she thought she could easily escape before we could cross the river? She gave me that small Nuala half smile. I asked her name. She told me it was Cerdwin, that she'd been named after her mother, and her grandmother. We put our shadows before us, and headed south.

We talked of many things that day, as we walked over the hills and through the forests. She walked easily, even though I kept her hands tied. I didn't want her to be able to start waving those slender arms around. Who knew what she could conjure up if she was free to move them? She was very good at identifying the native birdsong, knowing which flowers were which, naming the places we passed. She tried to give me directions but I didn't trust her enough for that: I knew the river was south of us, and I kept us moving that way. Most of the time, when we weren't talking, I had her walk in front of me, so I could keep a good eye on her. I couldn't help but notice her form, the grace of her walk, the sway of her hips. Her waist, with her dress gathered by the belt. The way her hair fell on her shoulders, or waved in the small breezes of that north country. I thought about Nuala often through the day, and once, when she turned, I almost called her that. I had to force myself to say "Cerdwin." She smiled then, that long remembered smile.

The sun was getting lower. I began looking for a place for us to bed down. She nodded towards a grove of oaks, and I let her lead me there. There was a tiny clearing in the center. No passing patrols would find us there. We lay down as the sunset faded. Cerdwin fell asleep, peacefully, with her arms still tied, and I waited for the moonrise.

But I was exhausted from being up the night before, and allowed sleep to overcome me as well. A deep sleep, full of peaceful dreams of another time, before the war, of linen beds instead of this forest floor, and instead of this dangerous captive, of Nuala, the soft gaze of a young woman, her gentle hands touching my shoulders. In my dream she opened my shirt, and I felt those young, slender fingers caressing the muscles of my chest. She sat astride me, I could feel the insides of her warm thighs pressing against my legs. She moved down a little, undid my belt, and freed me. She caressed me a long time, whispering softly, then lifted up her dress, and guided me in. There, in the moonlight, amid the oaks, I had my Nuala again, my strong hands around her waist, her young breasts lifted as she leaned back, with her eyes closed, her hair moving in the light breeze, her head tilted back. She leaned forward, and looked down at me. I couldn't believe my eyes!

It was Cerdwin leaning down, looking at me, smiling that half-smile as we rocked in movement together. Cerdwin, in Nuala's form? I had a moment of shock, followed quickly by a moment of fear. But it was too late, I could already feel the very essence of my being gathering near my hips, rising towards the center, and she was drawing it into herself as I rocked and pulsed, the waves going through me and into her. Her eyes were closed now. She was saying something softly, rhythmically, half breath and half voice. A prayer, an invocation, an incantation. She kept it up a long time, caressing her breasts as she spoke, caressing my chest. Then she was done, and she let herself fall, warm, naked, fulfilled, to the bed of leaves beside me.

Soon she was asleep, as if all the energy she'd drained from me had overcome her. And I lay there, as awake as I had ever been, as if I had a limitless store of that energy, and it was flowing back into me. There was much time to think as the moonlit oakshadows moved slowly across the clearing. Clearly, she wasn't my prisoner. Just as clearly, my mission had failed. What would I say when I got back across the river? Well, I'd think of something. It was another half day's walk, after all. Thinking of all these things, I at last fell asleep, with her beside me.

When I awoke, I could see a heavy dew had fallen, and and there was no sign of Cerdwin. I started gathering my things together. When everything was prepared, I took one last look around me. There she was, sitting at the base of an oak, waiting for me to be ready. She blended so well into the foliage and bark I had to look twice. No wonder I thought she'd slipped away! I asked her what she intended to do. She told me she'd never been south of the river, and since she now had a companion to guide her, she may as well explore. The south seemed as wild and unknown to her as the north did to me. What could I say? She'd do what she wanted anyway.

The walking that day was much more pleasant. We still had to be careful to avoid any paths that might expose us to the opposition, but the countryside leveled out as we drew closer to the river. There were more ferns on the ground now, and flowering vines laced the bases of larger trees. She paused often to pick blossoms, whispering strange words each time she did, as if each stem had its own life. And several times she bent down to gather a sprig of some river valley herb. These she placed carefully in her belt sack, after gesturing over them with one hand, and always glancing up at the sky when she was done.

The trees were thicker as we got closer to the river. She;d given up being Nuala, or rather, I'd stopped thinking about Nuala to focus entirely on her. How could I not? Even her walk was beautiful, she seemed so light on her feet, as if she barely touched the ground. I wondered if that effect was her or just the result of my thoughts. She asked me to teach her a few short poems. She learned them almost at once, and when she spoke them back to me I almost forgot I'd heard each one a hundred times. She could transfix me with just her voice, no matter what the words said. That had always been my gift, and now she had learned it from me. I asked her to teach me one of her charms. She gave me a short one, five melodic words. She told me to only speak it when alone, when I was in a dark time, and needed to give myself strength.

We reached the river. There was a ford I know, and it took us a little while to move downstream to find it. I told her we could get across there, but warned her it was deeper then it looked, and that the currents were unpredictable. I said I'd go first, and started across. A little ways in, maybe twenty paces, I saw some small fish swimming in the pool of an eddy. I pointed them out to her, and turned around to see if she noticed them. She was walking on the river.

Do not look at me so strangely! I know what I am saying. Wherever she was about to step, the water, no matter how swift, turned into a mirrored surface, and bore her up. I only had to look once to see it, to understand, and I did not turn around again. I simply concentrated on making it across the river in one piece. It only took a few minutes. I reached the other back, pulled myself up. It's not like she needed my help. I walked a few paces into the riverbank forest, and lay down before I collapsed.

We've all heard stories of dryads, the sisters of trees. I'd told the stories myself, in firelit mead halls, scores of times. And of water nymphs, and all the others. I loved those old stories, but until that moment had always thought they were charming tales for a winter's night, and nothing more. What I'd seen I could not possibly have seen, what I now knew to be possible simply could not be. It was all too much to contemplate. They say such beings never allow the onlookers to see more than they can bear, so how could she have let that happen? I was considering all this as she lay down beside me.

She didn't speak, or even look at me at first. She lay there, looking up at the sky, singing in the gentlest, most delicate voice it will ever be my pleasure to hear. I began to wonder if I hadn't just imagined it all, if I'd projected the vision as I'd projected Nuala, or if she'd somehow read my thoughts and become wholly what I half believed. Or had she simply placed the thought in my mind, and let her vision influence even my sight. I became lost in unlikely possibilities, and the only way I rose out of the confused chaos of my thoughts was by focusing on her movements. 

She was unlacing her shirt, exposing her breasts to the sun. She lay like that a long time, and then took her shirt completely off. Her hands traced her breasts into a pattern of shadow and white reflected sunlight from where I lay. She took my hand in hers, and placed it on her chest. Suddenly, my hand seemed full of that same energy I'd felt the night before. I could feel it flowing through my arms, along my wrist, into my fingers and through them deep into her skin. She undid my shirt then, her hands on my chest palms down, as if she could draw it out of me in waves. A few clouds went across the sun, casting light shadows over us. They seemed to linger above us, and I noticed the forest had gone completely silent, as if it and all its creatures were waiting in anticipation. She removed the rest of my clothes.

I lay there, almost powerless, completely hers, in the clouded sunlight. She took out some of the herbs she'd gathered, crushed them between her hands, and then rubbed her hands on the warm flesh of my legs, my shoulders, my hips. With a subtle gesture, she had me turn on my side, and she did the same on my back, as if she needed to cover every inch of skin. Then I was lying face up again, and she had her skirt around her hips. She moved one thigh across my legs, and guided me inside her again. She began to move, and I began to move inside her. The waves rose within me, and she started to change. She looked down at me, with a gaze I'd not seen before, and could never imagine.

But I knew then how a sparrow must feel, when the falcon has caught it in midair, clasped it in her talons, and now is standing above it, about to eat. I know how Prometheus felt, each morning as he saw the great wings beating near him, and that hooked beak moving towards his chest. I know how the hare feels, when the wolf has already caught it, and the savage fangs are preparing to rip his flesh. She leaned down, still moving those slender hips, the warmth between her thighs consuming me, and drawing me in. Her teeth closed on my right shoulder, I could feel her sucking and biting. That's when to miracle happened.

Yes, she was consuming me, between her thighs and between her lips. Taking my very flesh into her, my blood, my life. And I was surrendering myself to her. But I found that the more I gave, the more I had. It was a revelation. I whispered to her "take all of me you want, there's plenty more. Eat your fill, and I will still be whole." She seemed surprised. And consume me she did, gnawing on one shoulder, then the other. Gnawing on my chest as she continued to draw me even deeper into her womb. And always the feeling there was far more of me then I'd imagined, That there'd always be plenty for her. She slowed down then, as the falcon must slow when she's nearly finished the sparrow, as the owl must slow when her belly's almost full of the caught snake.


Transformations



TRANSFORMATIONS

This is a mind control story covering a variety of hetero and lesbian sexual activities, and female submission. If this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over the age of 18, and all characters and events in this story are fictitious; any resemblance to any real persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Once again, I would like to express my appreciation for Hatsuda, my editor for his support and expertise so willingly given.

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I am a slave.

I am a sex slave and Glenn is my master. He took me six months ago. He has instructed me to tell my story so that others could share my experiences.

I haven't always been like this. But let me start at the beginning. My name is Melissa Caxton; I am a thirty seven year old divorcee with an eighteen year old daughter. I own my own business as a financial planner, and although it doesn't provide for extensive luxuries, I make a comfortable income.

I divorced my husband ten years ago. He had always had rather disturbing ideas about sexual activity, but as time went on, he became more extreme. I had a conservative upbringing, and my parents had emphasized that sex had to do with making babies, not for pleasure. I believed this, but I found the birth of my daughter to be a traumatic experience, so I had my tubes tied to prevent the possibility of further children. 

My husband didn't agree with this as he had wanted more children. When he realised that this would not be possible, he changed and wanted me to do things that I thought at the time were dirty and depraved and our marriage became strained. He went further and wanted me to engage in unnatural sexual activity associated with my bottom and putting his thing in my mouth.

The end came when he started to call me stupid, frigid and repressed, and one evening, he put me over his knee and spanked me; I wasn't prepared to tolerate this indignity and I told him to move out or I would take legal action against him for assault. He left, the divorce went through and I got a not unreasonable settlement. I never saw him again, nor did I ever want to.

Respectability and decency became my watchwords. I placed a lot of importance on respectability and was quite open about the need for decency and good behaviour. I wore clothes that were conservative and never revealing, blouses buttoned to the neck and skirts and dresses below the knee. And black rimmed spectacles. I didn't appreciate even slightly smutty jokes and comments, and attended church regularly every Sunday where a hat was mandatory. I was a "pillar of local society" and had even been encouraged to stand for the local council.

My long dark hair was caught up in a bun on top of my head and makeup was light and seemed almost non-existent. My underwear and foundation garments were designed to limit any exposure of my figure; my husband had told me that I had "beautiful boobs" (a degrading expression) and a "gorgeously curvy arse" (a similarly disgusting description) and I had attempted to minimise any emphasis on my figure. Nevertheless, I was tall and, I think, elegant and always remained immaculately, if conservatively, groomed

After the divorce, I had no time for men, although I did attract some attention. This was easily rejected, and I devoted my time jointly to my daughter Amanda and my business. I emphasized the importance of Amanda keeping her virginity until marriage and she seemed to agree with me, although many of her peers were sexually active and I worried about the licentious behaviour of these young people.

This is how I was until six months ago, and I believed that I was happy and contented with my life.

Then Glenn came into my life and everything changed. Now I obey him in everything he tells me to do, and I cannot find any way of resisting him. The truth is that now I have no desire to resist him for I am his slave and the whole focus of my being is to make my master happy. This is mainly by giving him all the sexual pleasure that he desires, anyway, any time, any place at his instruction. My former focus on respectability and decency has disappeared and I became his slut, sexually available in whatever way pleases him.

I still don't fully understand how this happened, but it was wholly unexpected and not a little scary. It was a Saturday afternoon, Amanda was out with her friends and I was catching up with housework when the doorbell rang. On the doorstep was a tall young man with curly black hair and bright blue eyes. Quite handsome, I supposed in a young and rather obvious way.

"Good afternoon, Ms Caxton, isn't it? I'm Glenn Hudson."

"Yes, I'm Melissa Caxton, what can I do for you?"

"Would you mind if I came in, please, Ms Caxton, there is something important I need to discuss with you."

"I'm afraid you will have to stay here, Mr Hudson, until you tell me the nature of your business," I replied coolly.

"Mmm, I was afraid of something like this," he said, and pulled a gun from his coat pocket, pointing it at me. "The nature of my business is simple. I am going to make you my sex slave. Now, please don't scream or shout, or I shall have to use this gun in a quite unpleasant way."

He made this bizarre statement quite calmly, as if he was discussing the weather.

I was terrified and backed away from the door as he forced himself in.

"Now then, Ms Caxton, I don't want to hurt you, and won't do so as long as you do what I tell you." He was cool and composed but clear in his intentions. "Just go and sit on that kitchen chair and I will make the necessary arrangements for your enslavement."

To say that I was panicking would be a gross understatement; not so much over his intention to make me his slave, I just didn't believe that, but by the way he continued to point the gun at me. "Y...you ca...can't d...do this t...to me. I'm a de...decent woman and I w...will have y...you arr...arrested," I stammered.

He laughed. "I don't think so, Ms Caxton—let's just see what happens, shall we?"

Keeping the gun pointed at me, he opened a holdall he was carrying and pulled out two handcuffs, locking my wrists behind me to the back of the chair. A similar pair of cuffs was used on my ankles, and he looked at me with a smile that, in other circumstances might have seemed warm and genuine.

I pleaded with him. "Oh god, please don't do this to me; I'll give you all my money, I won't say anything to anybody, just please leave me alone. Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?" I continued to beg him to let me go, but he ignored my cries.

"Now I don't want to risk you attracting unwanted attention, Ms Caxton, so I'm going to have to gag you. But it shouldn't have to be there for too long." So saying, he pulled out a light perforated plastic ball attached to a strap. He forced the ball into my mouth and pulled the strap over the back of my head.

"Don't go anywhere, Ms Caxton," he laughed and stepped back outside, bringing in a case that he'd evidently hidden there. He returned and set up a laptop computer on the table next to him, plugging the power lead into a power point.

"Good, now let's get to work." He was now all business, but I was terrified, tears were flooding down my face and I fought against the cuffs, but to no effect. "Don't struggle like that, Ms Caxton; you might fall and hurt yourself, and we don't want that, do we?" and he picked up his gun and laid it conspicuously on the nearby table.

"Now, Ms Caxton, let's dry your eyes; all this begging and pleading and all your questions will seem unimportant in a few minutes."

I sobbed, but realised that nothing I said would cause him to stop his evil plan.

"Now, Ms Caxton, I shall put this headset on you and start up the process. You will feel no pain, although there will be a deep buzzing sensation that will grow stronger and it is possible you may pass out." My fear must have shown in my eyes because he stroked my arm with unexpected gentleness and said, "Ms Caxton, you have nothing to fear. You will be perfectly safe, and if you do pass out, you will recover rapidly."

He returned to his chair and also put on a headset, and then pressed some keys on the laptop. As he had predicted, I felt a buzzing sensation deep in my head. It became more intense until I did pass out. When I recovered consciousness, Glenn had removed the headset, the gag and the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and he was sitting silently watching me.

"Welcome back, Ms Caxton. Now tell me how you are feeling."

"I don't know. I don't really feel any different," I replied

"Sounds good. Now, after that experience, how do you feel about me? Angry? Bitter? Resentful? Hatred?"

"Oh god, I ought to be, but somehow I'm not." It was true. I ought to have felt mad about what he had done, I ought to have grabbed the gun and shot him. I ought to have called the police. I did none of these things, but instead sat and watched him, responding to his questions as he asked them.

"So you're not feeling any of those negative emotions, or any other harmful feelings, are you?"

"No, no I'm not."

He walked over, and stood in front of me, then stroked his hand across my breast, gently pinching a nipple through my blouse and bra. This felt unexpectedly exciting, but I should have objected strongly. I didn't, and simply accepted that Glenn was entitled to do this.

"Excellent," he said. "Now this is what will happen in the future." I shivered, waiting to discover my new destiny. "You are now my slave and will do exactly what I tell you. However, I'm not going to interrupt your business or family lives, they can go on exactly as they have in the past. So far as we are concerned, your role is to provide me with sex however, whenever and wherever I choose. Do you understand?"

I thought about what he had said and try as I might, I could find no way out of this emotional bondage. "Yes, I suppose so."

"You suppose what?"

"That I will do whatever you say."

"Anything?"

I tried very hard to find something that I wouldn't do but I could find no point of resistance. "Yes, anything."

"Good, but I don't just want a robot. I have changed the way you think about sex, and you are unable to tell anyone else about it without my permission. However, your rational mind can still rebel against what I tell you to do, and you may try to struggle against me—I hope you will, because a certain amount of resistance adds spice to sex. But I can promise you that you will also experience erotic highs that you never even dreamed could exist."

I didn't know what to think. Part of me rebelled against any suggestion that I would have sex with this man, but another part felt secretly excited, wondering what he was going to do with me, to me and whether I really would enjoy it.

"Now, Melissa, tell me about all your sexual experiences; you have been married, I think?"

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I realised that I had to obey this young man who had so suddenly become my master. "My husband was the first and only man I ever had sex with. After Amanda was born, I couldn't accept the idea of further children and had my tubes tied. My husband got very angry about this and his attitude towards me changed. He wanted to do disgusting sexual things with me like putting his thing in my mouth and into my backside."

"Hmm. What makes you think they're disgusting, Melissa?"

"They're unnatural; decent people don't do that sort of thing."

"But you've changed, Melissa. You no longer care about all that 'decency' nonsense and you crave sexual satisfaction."

I had never thought like that before, but suddenly, visions of what I once thought of as highly immoral encounters flooded through my brain. 

"And you will need to forget all those prudish terms, Melissa. It is your bottom or your arse, and what you called a 'thing' is my cock. You no longer have a vagina but a 'pussy' or a 'cunt' and you have two quite enchanting 'tits'."

These new ideas flooded through my mind, embedding themselves as I looked at Glenn and wondered what he would do to me. In the silence that followed, Glenn looked around the room and saw the photo of my daughter, Amanda.

"A lovely young lady, Melissa, you must be very proud of her."

"Oh yes. We have a close relationship and she is very precious to me."

"Excellent. Now, let's get back to you and how you see yourself. Now we have freed some of your inhibitions, Melissa, tell me what is your deepest, darkest secret. Your most forbidden desire. Something you can barely admit to yourself, let alone ever have confessed to your husband."

I desperately wanted to stay silent and not reveal what I had formerly considered disgusting and depraved. But I couldn't stop myself. "I have this deep desire to feel a man's tongue stroking my ... my ... pussy. And finding the little button thing at the top."

"Your clit, Melissa."

"Yes, finding my clit and working me into a climax."

"I see. I think I can arrange that, but, of course, I shall want equivalent satisfaction. If I eat out your pussy, I shall expect you to suck my cock. How does that sound?"

It sounded so degrading that I wanted to run away and hide from these wholly indecent images. But Glenn had taken control of me and I nodded to him, saying, "Make me climax with your tongue and I'll suck your cock until you ... you ..."

"Until I cum in your mouth and you swallow my spunk?"

"Oh god, yes, that's what I want." I suddenly realised that there was nothing I wanted more right at that moment.

"I think we're going to have a really exciting relationship, Melissa. Now, take me to your bedroom and do a slow, sultry strip for me."

I led the way to my room, but I was filled with foreboding. I had never done anything like this, and while I knew I had to satisfy Glenn, I hadn't the faintest idea of how to do so. I was afraid he would be angry with me and hurt me.

"Glenn, I know I need to obey you, but I've never taken my clothes off in front of a man before, not even my husband. I don't know how to do it so I can please you."

"I see," he commented. "Then let's do it the other way round. Come here and I will undress you—then you can do the same to me."

I trembled, partly with fear and partly with anticipation. I stood in front of him and he slowly unbuttoned my blouse, allowing it to fall apart and revealing my plain white cotton bra. Pulling the blouse out from my skirt, he slipped it off and dropped it to the floor.

A red flush grew from my chest and up my throat as I was exposed like this, but this was only the start. He unclipped my bra and slowly drew it off, revealing my rounded, creamy white breasts—I now needed to think of them as tits. I could feel the flush deepening, the areolas crinkling and the nipples starting to firm up under his intent gaze.

"Such beautiful tits," he murmured and the flush across my chest, my hardening nipples and my shallow breathing told him what he wanted to know. Reaching out, he pinched each one, making me squeal. I had never had an experience like that and I could feel it starting to generate heat in other parts of my body. He went further and taking a nipple in his mouth, licked it and sucked on it before he bit down on it to make me scream. He repeated the dose on the other side. This intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure took me further into a frenzy of hot excitement, a forbidden land of new enchantment and submissive delights.

"What are you doing to me? Please ... I don't ... I've never ..."

"I'm just showing you the first steps to real sexual pleasure, somewhere you've never been before. But somewhere you will never want to leave. I'm going to make you beg and plead with me to take you higher and further into desire, lust and depravity because you won't be able to resist."

I moaned, deep in my throat at the changes flooding through my body, even with these first simple steps.

Then he reached down and unzipped my skirt, pushing it to the floor, and then peeling the half-slip over my trembling hips. I stepped out of both garments, standing in front of him dressed only in panty hose and sensible shoes.

"Hmm, some changes will be needed here," he commented. "No more panty hose; when you're with me I expect to see you in lingerie with seamed stockings and no less than three inch heels. Plus a bra that emphasizes those gorgeous tits and doesn't try to hide them."

I was shocked at his suggestions and had to make a stand. "That will make me look like a ... a slut."

"But Melissa, that's exactly what you are, but you are my slut, my own personal property. And to add to that impression, when I am with you, you will wear heavy makeup, bright red lipstick and lip gloss plus bright red nail varnish. In your everyday life you will still be the same repressed Melissa Caxton you've always been, but with me you will be an uninhibited slut wanting nothing more than to please your master."

I was horrified, and every instinct in me rebelled at presenting myself to him in this way. I fought with myself, but something inside me, some released inhibition generated an overwhelming need and I simply answered, "Yes, master."

"Good, now lose the panty hose and those repulsive shoes and present your naked body to me for inspection."

I stood in front of Glenn, trembling as he told me to link my hands behind my head and then turn slowly so that he could inspect my body. I knew that this would push my ... my tits out; I felt his gaze linger on my bottom and I could almost feel his eyes penetrate my vag ... no, my pussy, as I must now call it.

"Very nice, Melissa. Your husband was quite right—you do have a gorgeously curvy arse. Sweet soft curves leading to long, smooth, beautifully shaped legs. The sort a man dreams of wrapping round him as he fucks you until you scream. Now, come here and undress me."

My trembling intensified, but I managed to lift his T shirt over his head and saw his smooth, toned chest. To my amazement and disgust, I felt a quiver of excitement deep in my sexual core. He sat as I removed his shoes and socks, then stood again while I undid his jeans, my nervousness making it difficult to lower the zip. But I managed eventually and could see his ... his cock tenting his boxer shorts. 

My courage deserted me, and I cried, "Please don't make me take off your shorts; I don't know how I will cope with this. I've never ..."

"I was tempted to make you pull them down with your teeth, Melissa, but at this stage, I'll go easy on you. Put your thumbs in the waist band, then you may close your eyes before you pull them down."

Still timid and fearful, I did as I had been told, now on my hands and knees, with my eyes tight shut.

"Open your eyes, Melissa," and as I hesitated, he demanded, "NOW".

Oh god, I had never imagined anything like this. As I opened my eyes, I saw this rigid cock only a few inches away, pointing at my face. It was a human weapon, red and veiny and with a little drop of liquid at the tip. It looked as if it had a mind of its own, its only objective to bury itself deep inside me.

I looked up at Glenn whose smile was forceful and possessive. "Feel free to touch it, to stroke it, Melissa."

Even exerting all my willpower, I couldn't stop my hand reaching out to wrap itself round Glenn's cock. It felt warm and smooth, but underneath, hard and intimidating. I could feel it pulse as the blood throbbed through this frightening, menacing weapon, and I shuddered at the thought of it penetrating me and how it would feel, buried deep inside me, in my ... in my ... cunt."

But something was happening to me. I couldn't escape the flood of lewd thoughts driving through my mind; they generated a physical response, and I could feel an internal heat begin, causing dampness between my legs and my nipples to firm up and start to ache. And it came to me with startling clarity that the only way to relieve these feelings was for Glenn to take me. That's what I needed, and I was absolutely certain that that was what he wanted.




Transformations



"Yes, that's right, Melissa, just keep stroking me. Now, tell me what is going through your mind right at this moment."

"Oh god, this is so wrong, so immoral, so depraved—but I need you inside me. I need you to ... to ... to fuck me," I shouted. "I can almost visualise this scarlet orgasm bursting through me, and I want that more than anything in the world."

"More than having your pussy licked?"

I could only reply with a deep, guttural moan of corrupt desire. 

"Mmm, I think we need to test the extent of your devotion, Melissa. Kneel on the bed with your bottom in the air; I'm going to fuck you hard—doggy style."

I knew that this was a real test, and I could hardly believe what I was doing, apparently willingly. My mind revolted at the thought of being plundered by this stranger; no, more than plundered, at being raped by this stranger, but allowing him to do it; to do me. No, it couldn't be rape—I was co-operating with him, and felt a sense of perverted excitement growing in me, particularly centred in my cunt as I now thought of it.

I climbed onto the bed, kneeling with my face on my folded arms and my bottom waving obscenely in the air. Glenn quickly joined me, kneeling behind me, and then wiping his cock along my now drooling pussy. The sensation was electric, and I groaned with desire, pushing back in an attempt to have him bury himself in me. He laughed and shifted slightly to continue his teasing.

"God, Glenn, please don't tease me any more. I need you so much. A few hours ago I was a conservative, inhibited suburban woman. Now I'm a sex starved slut, needing to feel my master bury himself in me. Please, oh god, please just do it."

"I love to hear a woman beg," he laughed, and then, with one long, smooth thrust, he entered me.

Words can't convey the mixture of lust, heat, sensual pain, delight and gratification that this simple act generated. I screamed at the sensation of my cunt being filled by this beautiful tool, and sobbed as he moved slowly but forcefully in and out.

"God, Melissa, you are so tight—and so hot. Lack of use, probably, but we'll change that very quickly. I love the feel of your cunt muscles trying to prevent me from pulling back; you really are a very sexy woman, particularly when you just let go and enjoy what happens."

Glenn's insight was totally accurate. My last fears disappeared as his cock thrust into me, and I gave myself over to the wholly abandoned pleasure of being driven to heights of sexual abandon and depravity. I wanted this so much. I wanted the almost overwhelming sensations that he was creating in me and I allowed my mind to take me into the depths of lust and ecstasy. This was where I belonged, and I knew I would want more experiences and more intense responses. And Glenn, my master, would be the source of these delights.

Glen continued to thrust into me and I started to slide away from reality into a half world of physical sensation and emotional release. My climax built, and I could feel his cock growing and spreading my pussy as he took me hard. I screamed with an unstoppable passion, wanting this more than anything I could ever remember, seeking a release that only he could give me.

But Glenn also knew how to prolong the agony, and he kept me simmering on the edge of explosion. I begged him to, "Please let me cum, sir, oh god, please grant me an orgasm ... you are tormenting me so much I am almost passing out. Oh god, Glenn, let me go; I'll do anything you say, be anyone you want, only please, I beg you, let me cum."

I sensed from his rapid breathing and his swelling cock that he, too, was on the edge, and I worked my muscles as hard as I could. With a roar, he thrust hard into me one last time and his cock erupted, spewing his cum into the depths of my cunt. That was all it took to send me over the edge as well, and with a howling scream my orgasm tore through me with an incandescent rainbow of colours and sensations. I collapsed onto the bed as Glen rolled off me, his shrinking cock leaving my pussy empty and desolate.

"You have another responsibility," Glenn demanded. "Get down and lick my cock completely clean."

I couldn't refuse, although tasting the combination of his cum and my juices caused me some reluctance. But again, I did as I was told, and discovered to my surprise, that it wasn't as bad as I'd feared, and I rather enjoyed the flavour. Maybe I had become totally depraved.

I was propped up on one elbow, looking deep into Glenn's almost hypnotic eyes, and wondering what he would do next. To break the ice, I said, "I don't suppose I'm the only woman or the first that you have enslaved this way?"

"No," he smiled, "but few have been as enthusiastic as you. Once your inhibitions have been overcome, you've become a natural slut, Melissa. I really enjoy you; others have been just receptacles for me to cum into, and one or two have screamed and shouted so much while I penetrated them that I gave up in disgust. In most cases, I can return my slaves to their previous state, but I shan't do that with you. I want to keep you as my own personal plaything, ready and willing for anything, any time."

I tried hard to object or to demand that he changed me back to the old Melissa but I discovered, to my great surprise, that I didn't want to go back. Glen had unlocked something in me that I wanted, no, needed to explore in much more depth, and I told him so.

"I'm not surprised, Melissa; I think we'll have lots of fun together, and I shall use you in ways that will excite you and make you shudder. But I will never harm you, or cause you any lasting damage."

I linked an arm around his neck and kissed him, long and deep, in a way that I could never remember kissing a man before. But I meant it this time, and I wanted it to happen again.

Glenn was still in a reflective mood. "I can remember that I've also carried out one or two special private commissions. One young man lived with his grandmother, who had been highly controlling. I heard her berating him in public over some minor misdemeanour and felt sorry for him. I approached him quietly, offering to change her whole relationship with him, hinting that I could extend this to sexual servitude if that turned him on."

"Tim, that was his name, was enthralled and wanted to know more, particularly about his grandmother becoming his sexual plaything. She was in her early sixties, a statuesque woman with a haughty, snobbish attitude—but a great pair of tits. I had to give him a small demonstration to persuade him; I merely made a minor modification in his mind to change the identity of his favourite rock group. Tim was totally convinced, and although we both had to hold her down while she screamed and threatened, the changes were made and she became quite subservient to him."

"A while later, Tim invited me over for a meal, and his grandmother waited on us, dressed in the most flimsy harem-style outfit; he had made her shave her pussy and her nipples showed through, completely engorged. As a special 'thank you', he instructed her to suck my cock, and she gave me a warm, wet blowjob that had me cumming in her red, lipstick-ed mouth very quickly. She swallowed everything, and then thanked me for the privilege of sucking my cock."

"Oh god, Glenn, that is so hot," I could hardly contain myself as that erotic image invaded my mind. "I wish I could have been that woman."

"Well, you can. Remember, you must suck my cock if I eat you out, so let's make a start. How about I eat your pussy while I recover, then you can work your magic on my cock."

In a flash I was up against the headboard with my legs spread as wide open as I could manage. I could feel myself heating up at the thought of him invading my pussy with his mouth and his hands, so much so that when he moved up and stroked a finger along my slit, I squealed and shook with pleasure.

But that was just the start. He inserted first one, then two fingers into my hot, wet pussy, going deep and slow. "Yes, Glenn, yes, please, more, that is so good," and I screamed when he introduced a third finger, wedging into my hole, finger fucking me in a way that I'd never experienced, but wanted so much more of. My pussy stretched to accommodate his fingers and gripped at them, never wanting them to leave and coating him in my juice.

His hand did leave and I groaned in disappointment, but a moment later I moaned and sobbed in a ferment of lust as he inserted one finger and turned his hand upwards to pat what I now know to be my G Spot.

As he stroked and touched this sensitive place, he kissed down my neck and arrived at my solid, throbbing nipples, biting into them and making me scream. I wanted more; this hot pain transmuted into pleasure, supplementing the pleasure from his fingers in my cunt. I was turning into a writhing ball of super-sensitive nerve ends.

And then he licked my clit. Oh god, I never imagined that such ecstasy could happen, but I was drowning in it, swamped by a barrage of exquisite feelings that sent my mind into overdrive. My hands clawed into the bedclothes and I writhed under his mastery of my body, erotic tension building exponentially. I moaned and whimpered a stream of meaningless cries, demands, pleas, entreaties, sobbing for Glenn to bring me to climax.

He stopped briefly. "Cum for me, Ms Caxton. Cum for your master."

His tongue returned to the delicious torment, sucking and nibbling my clit. With a piercing scream, my orgasm broke free in a towering release, my nectar flooding his face.

"Oh god, master, there's never been anything even remotely like that. How did you ... what did you ... oh god."

"I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself, Melissa, but now you must pay the piper. I want those soft, red lips around my cock, licking and sucking me to my own climax. And make it good, or I may have to relieve my disappointment on your beautiful bouncy bottom."

I had never done this before; my attitude to my husband was that, "putting his thing in my mouth" was dirty and disgusting. But Glenn had stripped away all my inhibitions, and I desperately wanted to give him that pleasure.

"Glenn, I can't wait. But I have to tell you I've never ... um, sucked a man's cock before, and I don't really know what to do. Please don't be angry with me if I get it wrong."

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Very well, Melissa, I'll coach you as we go. The one thing you must remember is to avoid using your teeth. That would make me very angry and cause you a severe punishment. Now, get down on your knees in front of me."

Naturally, I did as he commanded, to be again faced with his hard, threatening erection. My heart jumped at the thought of holding this strangely beautiful weapon in my mouth, and it gave me a tiny hint of control.

I took his cock in my hands and reached out to lick the tip. Then I licked down one side and up the other.

He moaned in pleasure. "Yes, slut, you're learning fast. Concentrate your tongue on the soft skin on the underside just below the helmet."

I did as I was told, coating this area with saliva and licking enthusiastically, generating more moans and, "You're getting into this so well, Melissa. Now, take the head into your mouth and slide that soft area back and forth along your tongue and suck gently at the same time."

I was enjoying this, and the increased sense of power it gave me to pleasure my master and feel him respond to my caresses.

"Oh yes, Melissa, suck me. Now gently, hold my balls in your hand and stroke around them."

His resulting groan told me that I was doing the right thing, but then he held my head to his groin and pushed his cock back towards my throat. I gagged and he relaxed his grip to let me recover, but then, using my head, worked my mouth back and forth along his cock. It started to swell as I licked and sucked this pulsating rod, and I knew my mouth would soon be bathed in his cream.

"Yes, yes, you beautiful bitch, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Take it, slut, take it all," he shouted, and then with an animal howl, he unloaded into my mouth, his cock jerking as he spurted his salty spunk into me.

While it wasn't my favourite taste sensation, it didn't repel me and I swallowed everything he had to offer. "Thank you, master," I whispered, unconsciously repeating Tim's story, "thank you for the privilege of sucking your cock."

"For a beginner, Melissa slut, you have done remarkable well. With practice you will become a world class cocksucker."

I mumbled words of gratitude, amazed that I should feel so thrilled at being, in Glenn's words, 'a world class cocksucker'. But this was the new Melissa Caxton, and that was an exciting achievement.

Glenn then stood and began to dress himself and I pulled on a robe although my heart flipped over. He was going to leave me.

"Master, please don't go. Please stay with me. You've opened the door to paradise; please don't close it again so quickly. I beg you—you can do anything you want to me, only please stay." I grovelled on the ground and wrapped my arms round his legs in a display of unashamed humiliation. 

"Hmm. Well, that might be arranged, only there is a price to be paid, Melissa, and it's a price you may not like."

"Oh anything, anything at all, master. You only have to say the words."

"Very well, slut. I want your daughter. I want Amanda."

I gasped with shock. Not Amanda, too. Surely he couldn't want the same depraved devotion from my darling, sweet daughter. I was sure she was still a virgin, and the idea of Glenn dominating her as he had dominated me caused me to fight against his emotional control.

"No Glenn, please, you can't use my daughter that way. Please don't try to enslave her."

"Are you disobeying me, Melissa?"

"I suppose I am, but I want Amanda to make her own decisions, and she can't do that if you take over her mind."

"Melissa, is there anything in our relationship that you don't like, anything that doesn't completely delight you?"

"No, I guess not, but ..."

Glenn wasn't going to let me off the hook. "If that's the case, Melissa, why are you so determined that Amanda shouldn't have the same experience?"

I couldn't deny this, and as the idea seeped into my shocked brain, other thoughts started to come to the surface.

I had been introduced to a whole new world of sensations and delights. Why shouldn't Amanda also experience this? She was of legal age and maybe we could both please my master together. My husband had once or twice referred to 'a threesome', an idea that had then revolted me. Now that idea started to generate heat in my pussy.

"I ... I don't know ... I don't know whether Amanda would agree. She is ... she is such a sweet child, the idea of submitting to you would be so shocking to her."

"Well, Melissa, we shall just have to see. I will stay here with you on condition that you invite Amanda here as soon as possible, and I will do the rest, although I might ask you to cuff her wrists and ankles. That will prove to her that you are totally submissive to me."

I groaned, partly in fear but also in anticipation of seeing my daughter controlled by the man who was now my master and who I had never even seen a few hours ago.

"Yes, sir, I will telephone her and invite her over for lunch tomorrow. That's not really uncommon; she enjoys my cooking."

I made the call, and Amanda agreed enthusiastically, unknowingly sealing her own fate.

"Excellent, Melissa slut, now let us have an early night. I feel like fucking you until you scream, and then turning you over and fucking your arse until you scream—again. But first, I think we should shower together."

I gasped. This was something that even my husband had never suggested, and I should certainly have refused if he had. But now the idea of being naked and wet close to Glenn thrilled me and I rushed to lose the robe and run to the bathroom. Glenn stripped again as well, and the sight of his cock, even though it was still only partly erect, gave me a rush of pleasure.

I soaped his body, murmuring words of lust and desire, paying particular attention to his cock, which soon became hard and threatening. He washed my body, adding to the delight I was already feeling. His hands soaped slowly and sensually over my tits, squeezing and flicking my nipples and sending shivers directly to my pussy. Then he revealed the reason for the shower.

"Support yourself on the ledge round the shower, Melissa, spread your legs and bend forward so I can get a good view of your gorgeous curvy bottom."

I did as instructed, and then felt a new and unexpected sensation. Glen slid one soapy finger in between my cheeks and pressed it firmly against my back door. With a push, he entered my anus and I squealed, partly in surprise, partly in disapproval at this invasion of my most secret place. He pushed more of his finger in and wriggled it around, and after the first shock, I found the sensation not entirely unpleasant.

"Why are you doing this, master?" I enquired, and while the answer was not wholly unexpected, it still shocked me.

"I am going to take your arse, slut. I am going to shove my cock into your rectum and fuck you hard until you cum with me buried deep inside you. But I don't want to hurt you too much, so a little preparation is needed. This is just the start."

I moaned, mainly in fear, but my new lust-driven character felt a sense of anticipated pleasure. But then the pain returned as he inserted a second finger and started to spread my hole and I screamed with the discomfort. Oddly, that receded somewhat as he worked at me, opening me up in preparation for his promised assault on my arse. And it disappeared completely when he removed his fingers, then bent and licked up from my perineum to my hole, rimming me and inserting his tongue a little way into the hole. This was erotic and highly arousing, and I begged him to take me right away.

"Horny little slut, aren't you? Sorry, slave, but you'll have to wait until I've given you a good fucking and then I can loosen you up a little more so you will be ready to accept my cock."

I moaned in frustration, and he slapped my bottom hard, once on each cheek, and again I squealed at the stinging indignity. We dried off and headed for my bedroom.

"Now then, Melissa, I want you to straddle me and ride me to climax while I watch your beautiful tits jiggle and bounce, and maybe torture them for some extra fun."

He leaned down and stroked my pussy, finding it wet with anticipation, and he put his fingers in my mouth to lick off the evidence of my enthusiasm. I swung my leg over him and positioned myself above his straining cock. He entered me hard and fast, and drove hard up into my yearning cunt. The intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain sent me spiralling towards orgasm, and I begged him not to stop.

"Oh god ... please take me hard ... harder ... fuck my poor neglected pussy ... don't stop ... please, master, I'm so close ... please ... I'm going to cum, I can't stop ... oh god fuckfuckfuckfuck ..."

I could hear someone screaming wildly and I suddenly realised it was me as my orgasm created a multi-coloured blaze of sensation. As my cunt clamped hard onto his raging cock, he exploded with a roar of delight, emptying his hot cream into me.

We lay next to each other for a while as I guess he needed time to recover; my mind was now full of images of him mounting me and forcing his cock into my arse. Fear was an element, but excitement was even more potent and I trembled as Glenn stroked my body and pinched and twisted my nipples. For the first time I realised how depraved I had become, but even so, I embraced that depravity and wanted more. Much more.

Glenn recovered quickly and leaned over me. "Tell me to fuck your arse. Tell me how much you want it."

I couldn't resist and, in any case, I didn't want to. "Please sir, please take my arse with your beautiful tool. Ever since you first suggested it, I've been almost cumming with the thought of you doing my bottom. And when you used your tongue on me in the shower, I thought I was going to heaven."




Transformations



"Very well, Ms Caxton, over on your hands and knees for a little more preparation."

He liberally drizzled lube around my hole and worked in first one finger, then a tapered butt plug while I moaned and whimpered with the discomfort and indignity. Then I felt disappointed when he withdrew the plug but I gasped and screamed with joy when he eased the head of his cock into my puckered rosebud. My sphincter muscle spasmed but he slapped me hard on each cheek, and the sting distracted me while he pushed past the obstacle. And then he took me, hard with long thrusting strokes deep in my arse while he whispered obscenities in my ear.

"Slut ... cum slut ... anal whore ... cock slave ... you can't resist, can you, bitch? ... play with your clit and then tell me how much you like this."

"Oh god, oh god, I've never felt anything ... yes, please, I want it all ... fuck my arse until I collapse ... make me scream ... godgodgodgodgod ... more, please master, more."

And he continued until my anal muscles clamped down on him, my pussy went into spasm and I howled in a keening wail as I came. Once again, this had the effect of sending Glenn into orbit and he filled me with his hot seed.

We fell apart and slept like the dead until ten o'clock the next morning. Glenn woke shortly after me and we had separate showers as I prepared for Amanda's arrival around midday. I'd settled on a simple meal of steak and salads for lunch, easy to prepare then Glenn took me aside and gave me my instructions for Amanda's arrival.

"When she comes in, I'll be standing close to the kitchen chair. Introduce me to her and I'll hold out my hand for her to shake it. I'll grab that hand, and although she'll probably try to hit me with it, I should be able to hold her other hand. I want you to stand behind the chair and cuff her wrists to it and I'll grab her ankles and cuff them. I might have to slap her to stop her struggles, and we'll need to use the gag, but there shouldn't be too much trouble."

"Yes, master", I replied but with erotic visions of my lovely daughter bound and at the mercy of our master, and dreaming of watching him take her while she screamed in that wonderful mixture of bliss and pain that I had come to crave so much.

"You're really getting off on this, aren't you, Ms Caxton? You can't wait to see me humiliate and rape your daughter, knowing that she will get as much of a charge from it as you will."

"Ooh yes, Sir, that idea is truly warming me up—my pussy is getting quite damp from just thinking about it."

Just before midday, the doorbell rang and I admitted my daughter. Knowing what was about to happen, I appraised her undoubted physical attractions, certain of how Glenn would appreciate them. Blond, with long hair down her back, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and a regular face with slightly "pouty" lips and a long swan-like neck. Her "beautiful boobs" sat high on her chest and her legs ran smoothly from delicate feet to a bottom, as "gorgeously curvy" as mine. Three inch heels made her look taller than a natural 5'6-7".

I introduced her to Glenn as my friend, and Amanda looked a little suspicious as she held out a well-manicured hand to him—Amanda was a beautician and always tried to look her best. Her suspicions were justified as Glen seized the proffered hand twisted her arm up behind her back, grabbing the other wrist as he did so, and then pushed her back into the chair where I cuffed her wrists to the back of the chair.

As might be expected, Amanda was consumed with fury. "What the fuck are you doing, you bastard? What game are you playing at? And have you gone fucking crazy, mum?"

By this time, Glenn had clamped her ankles and stood looking at our captive. I laughed. "You are so right, Mandy dear, that's just what has happened. I'm fucking as much as I can and it's crazy." Just to prove how far I'd gone, I dropped to my knees and kissed Glenn's feet in submission.

"Oh my god, mum, how come you've allowed this bastard to defile you like this?" 

Glenn stepped in at this point. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that, Mandy—I'm just about to defile you in the same way."

She shouted and screamed until Glenn pushed the ball gag into her mouth, then, in spite of her trying to prevent further humiliation, he clamped the headphones onto Amanda's head and started the laptop.

I watched, fascinated as Amanda gradually became still and her head slumped forward. Glenn looked at me and smiled, "That went well, although her mind seemed a bit, shall we say, 'harder' than yours. Now, release her and let's get her into a lounge chair."

Amanda gradually regained consciousness, although at first she seemed rather light headed. When she recovered, Glen started his interrogation.

"Hi Amanda, how do you feel right now?"

"I'm fine. A bit dizzy, but that's starting to wear off."

"Great. Now, if you remember you had been calling me some quite unpleasant names before this experience. How do you feel about me now? Still want to cut my balls off and jam them down my throat?"

"No. No, I guess I ... I just want ... to obey you. To do anything you tell me."

"And you don't have a problem with that?"

"No, Sir."

I knew just how she felt, and her compliance started to make me feel warm inside. I could see my own daughter being fucked hard by my master, taking her virginity and making her howl in climax. Oh god I was starting to feel so aroused—I would help him take her; maybe he would allow me to pinch and twist her nipples and make her scream.

And then reality started to break through this fog of lust. Was I really fantasising about having an intimate relationship with my own daughter? What had I become—but now that didn't matter. I knew what I wanted and I would beg Glenn to let me be part of this new erotic journey.

"First things first then, Amanda. Tell us about your sexual experiences."

She hesitated and I rushed in. "Oh no, master. Amanda is still a virgin; we have always agreed that she would wait until she married."

"Sorry to disappoint you, mum, but I lost my cherry while I was still at school. A boy in my class begged me to let him but he wasn't very experienced and it hurt a bit, and I didn't try again for over a year. Then I met a wonderful guy who treated me like a princess and I fell hard for him. You may remember me talking about Jerry Tate."

"We were together for over a year but then I discovered he was married and wasn't going to leave his wife. I was broken-hearted but my girlfriend Suzie comforted me, in more ways than one, and introduced me to the wonders of lesbian sex. I'm not a lesbian 'cos I still enjoy some guys, but I do like to swing both ways."

I was horrified at how my daughter had deceived me after all our long mother/daughter talks about sex and keeping herself pure for marriage. At least, I told myself that I was horrified, but other thoughts kept invading my mind. Thoughts about Jerry having sex with my daughter, thoughts about my daughter writhing and screaming in ecstasy as he took her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. Thoughts about my daughter in another woman's arms. And then dark, dim, perverted thoughts about me having sex with my own daughter.

Suddenly my mind blew itself apart, and I knew, without hesitation, that Glenn's enslavement had only been a means to an end. An end that had been completely hidden by an overlay of cant and false belief about sex fed to me by rigid, authoritarian parents. An end comprising sexual adventure in all its forms, giving and taking pleasure and being a vehicle for my own and others' ecstasy.

Glenn broke into my reverie. "Well, Amanda, what do you think is going to happen now?"

"Now you can control my actions and we've been talking exclusively about sex, I guess you're going to fuck me."

"Give the lady a cigar. And how do you feel about that?"

She hesitated while she seemed to be collecting her thoughts. "Oh god, I want your cock inside me so much. I want you to screw me and fill me with your hot meat until I scream in release and then I want to clean your cock with my tongue and bring you back to life and then suck you off so you'll cum in my mouth. Please ..."

"Hmm, what a perfect answer. Go to your mother's bedroom, strip naked and get into the middle of her bed on your hands and knees, resting your head on folded arms to present your bottom in the best possible way. Now, go."

"Yes, master," and she dashed from the room.

"I think your daughter will be a very obedient little slave, Ms Caxton; I'm really going to enjoy her."

"Yes, master, but ..." My fears were flooding towards the surface—I was deathly afraid that he would prefer Amanda to me and that I would be discarded like a piece of useless trash.

Glenn seemed to understand my fears and moved towards me, taking me in his arms. "I would never leave you, never let you go. When I enslaved you, I took control of your emotional wellbeing, and that remains a big priority I won't walk away from. Besides, I love hearing you scream in a frenzy of wanton longing. I love seeing you shuddering with lustful desire."

I nearly fainted as I absorbed that catalogue of thrilling promise, all the promise of his words and the images they conjured up in my head. I wanted to rip all my clothes off and rape him on the spot, but I knew I should be punished severely for any such attempt.

So I followed him meekly to my room and as I entered I saw my daughter on her hands and knees, her legs spread widely apart and her alabaster bottom pointing lewdly into the air. Glenn stroked his hands across her trembling globes, and I could see her sex glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

Glenn turned to me with a wicked smile. "Melissa, come here and run your finger along your daughter's slit and tell me how wet she is."

I gasped in surprise and shock. "Oh but master, I couldn't do that to my own daughter." But then I felt the power of his command.

"Melissa," he ordered, "don't disobey me. You know you must do as I tell you. Now, stroke your daughter's pussy."

I couldn't refuse and moved to the bed, tentatively touching Amanda's most secret place, and a long, deep, throaty moan escaped her lips. She was saturated, and when I told Glenn, his answer took me further along the road of depravity.

"Just as I suspected. Now lick her juices off your fingers."

I was powerless to refuse; tasting my daughter was surely the act of a complete base whore, but the flavour was warm and almost flowery, and I loved it. I was suddenly assailed by a powerful desire to taste this nectar again, this time from its source.

This was not to be, for Glenn threw his clothes off and climbed onto the bed behind Amanda. His rampant cock led the way, and he touched it lightly to her opening. She squealed with excitement and tried to push back onto him, but Glenn was in charge and slapped her bottom twice, quite hard.

"Patience, you horny bitch, you'll have to wait until I'm ready."

So saying he withdrew slightly and then wiped his cock slowly along her weeping pussy, generating gasps and pleas for him to take her. When he was sure she was sufficiently heated, Glenn mounted her like a stallion mounting a mare and she screamed at the force of his invading weapon.

My dear, sweet daughter writhed and sobbed as Glenn impaled her, but she pushed back, wanting to claim more of him and her sobs were mixed with cries of joy as she begged him, "Please fill me with your wonderful cock ... give me everything you've got ... do me hard and make me scream ... oh god, more, please, more ..."

And I knew what she was feeling, how good it was to be taken by our master, and I wanted to be the one being plundered and ravished by him.

Amanda's breathing changed to fast, ragged gasps and she whimpered incoherent sounds of lust and desire as she shuddered and thrashed in a growing climax. 

Glenn slapped her again, hard, twice on each trembling cheek. "Don't you dare cum until I do, and I've still got a way to go," he growled.

Amanda wailed in frustration and need, her scream rising in a crescendo as Glenn suddenly grasped her hips and with one final thrust and a howl of triumph, emptied himself into her. This was enough to trigger Amanda's own orgasm, and her body shook in clonic spasms as she rode out what must have been an all-time high for her.

"Mmm, delicious, Amanda—I'm really going to enjoy you," Glenn was enthusiastic about his latest conquest.

After they had both descended from their extreme sexual high, Glenn demanded, "Now, Amanda, I want you to tell us about your deepest, darkest sexual desire. Your mother's was quite simple—she wanted to feel a man eating her out, and I was able to oblige. I wonder if I can provide the same service for you?"

Amanda's eyes turned smoky, filled with what seemed to me to be an almost unnatural light. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

Glenn simply nodded, and she turned to face me. "I have this completely depraved desire to have sex with my mother. And more than that, I want her to submit to me so I can do anything I want to her."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Amanda had gone from my sweet, virginal daughter to a rampant sexual dominant in a matter of less than an hour, and she looked at me with undisguised lust.

"Oh my god, Mandy, how can you say such a thing? I'm your mother, for god's sake, and we can't do things like that."

"Oh but Melissa, you can," Glenn was unequivocal. "I think it would be searingly hot to see Amanda control her mother and see her mother writhe and beg in her arms, wanting desperately to cum, while she dominates your body for her own pleasure; and, of course, for yours as well."

I knew how far I had gone along the road to complete debauchery when I asked, "Will I be able to eat Amanda's pussy and taste her sweet addictive juices straight from the source?"

"Oh yes," Glenn was in control and didn't give Amanda the option of any comment. But when I looked at her, her face was contorted with a hungry desire that told me everything I needed to know.

"This is certainly a rather unexpected development, and I'd be interested to know what has driven Amanda to this position," Glenn expressed his curiosity.

"Master, I love my mother deeply, but she has always been an uptight, inhibited woman, unable to gain any pleasure from sex with my father, although he lacked any subtlety at all. I knew that under all those layers of repression, there had to be someone more earthy, more sensual trying to get out. Now you have released her from that bondage, and I want to feed off her desires and channel them in my direction for the satisfaction of both of us."

I shivered with a mixture of anticipation and hesitation at those words. Could they possibly be true? Did I really want to have sex with my own daughter? What would happen to me if I did submit to her demands? And what would happen to my relationship with Glenn, blazing into life so recently, now possibly buried in a storm of lesbian lust?

Glenn saw my dilemma very clearly. "I think there is a simple answer to this, Melissa. If I am not with you, Amanda will be your Dom, and you will refer to her as Mistress Amanda. She will control all aspects of your personal life, as I do, but, Amanda," he addressed my daughter, "you will not interfere with her business activities, you will not harm her or make any permanent mark on her body, and if she needs to be spanked for transgressions, you will only use your hands. Are these rules understood, Amanda?"

"Yes Sir."

Melissa?

"Yes Sir."

Glenn continued. "On the occasions when I am present, and I intend this to be frequently, you will both submit to me and obey me without hesitation. I shall use either or both of you as I choose at the time, and I am already looking forward to an energetic threesome with you both. Is this understood, Melissa?"

"Yes Sir."

Amanda?

"Yes Sir."

"Good. I think we have the basis of a very successful relationship, and I look forward to using you unrestrainedly in future. Now, I am going to leave you to your own devices for a few days, so you can get used to being under your daughter's control, Melissa."

So saying, Glenn turned and left the house, leaving Amanda and I alone. She looked at me as if I was a sacrificial lamb and she was a tiger about to consume her prey.

"Come here, mother and eat my pussy until I cum in your face. You had better do a really good job or I will spank your sumptuous bottom until you scream for mercy. Is this understood, mother-slut?"

"Yes Mistress Amanda."

She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, her sweet young pussy open and waiting to be taken, and I realised that I wouldn't be able to resist this tempting morsel, even if I'd wanted to. I wanted to tease her just a little, and as I lay between her legs, I kissed up the inside of one leg from her knee to just below her drooling slit. Then I kissed up the other side, murmuring words of desire and subjugation. I told her how much I wanted to kiss her pussy and bury my face in her, to hear her rising ecstasy and to make her cum.

And then I worked my tongue into her hot, trembling cunt, pushing it in as far as I could go, hearing her moan with her craving, and knowing that I was taking her towards a mind-blowing climax. Then my probing tongue found her clitoris, now standing proud from its hood and I nibbled on it, generating screams from my daughter as I drove her even closer to the edge.

I reached up, finding her tits and her nipples hard and needy. I pinched each one, causing her screams to become louder and more desperate as the erotic pain swept through her. It didn't take long. My daughter's legs clamped around my head as she shook and howled, her climax sweeping through her body, a huge orgasm seeming to tear her apart, and my face covered in her luscious, almost flowery juices.

"You did so well, mother-slut that I'm willing to reward you the same way."

"Oh yes, please, Mistress Amanda, please lick my pussy, please bite my nipples, please, oh god, I beg you, please make me cum."

"Of course; you ask so nicely, but it's not quite enough. You will crawl to me on hands and knees, look up into my eyes and ask, 'Please, Mistress Amanda, treat me like the bitch I am and give me pleasure by your tongue and hands.' And then I might, just might, do as you ask."

Amanda stood and walked to the other side of the room, and then spoke one word; "Crawl."

I had never felt so humiliated in all my life. My darling daughter, my Amanda, degrading me and treating me like some lesbian whore. Part of me wanted to jump to my feet and rush from the room and never see her again, but that part was soon swamped by an irresistible desire to feel her tongue all over my most private but most sensitive parts. I realised that there was no way I could resist my mistress, nor did I want to. I would do anything she demanded, and I knew that I would receive as much pleasure from her attentions as she would giving them.

So I crawled to her feet and looked up into her eyes, repeating the submissive formula she had required.

"On your back on the bed, mother, and play with your tits. I want to see the nipples proud and aching."

I moaned with desire and did as she said, pinching and twisting my nipples, the erotic heat starting to spread through my body, and I could feel my pussy starting to become damp.

"Yes, time for me to take control of your body, mother, and use it for my pleasure, as well as yours."

With that, my mistress/daughter shimmied down the bed, and ran her tongue across the engorged lips of my pussy. I squealed with passion, but the squeals turned to moans as Amanda opened her mouth and covered the whole of my pussy, sucking the lips into her mouth, working her tongue up and down the slit and rolling it around my clit.




Transformations



"Mum? Have you seen my baseball cap?"

"It's where you left it Joey."

"Where's that?"

"Really. If you just paid more attention to what you were doing and took a bit more care with your things."

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

Mrs. Aames put her hands on her hips, took a deep breath and shrugged it out. The boy exasperated her. "It's under the stairs Joey."

"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Joey grabbed the hat, placed it on his head, checked the mirror by the door and stepped into the street.

"Where you going?"

"Down the pub. Meeting the guys."

"Well, be careful. And don't drink too much."

"Yeah, yeah."

He shut the door leaving his mother standing in the hallway. "Love you," she said to the disappearing silhouette of her son.

It was just the two of them. Joey's Dad had walked out on them when he seven. She'd tried her best, but sometimes a boy needed a male influence in his life. Now, eleven years later, she felt that she had long lost control of him. The days when she had any say in what he did were well and truly over.

She walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Now that he was out, she could go in there and pick his dirty laundry up off the floor. Teenage boys, did they not realise how badly they smelled?

She put the load in and sat down in the living room, she put on some quiet music and settled down on the couch to read her book. It would be another long night, waiting up for him, making sure he returned home safely.

In the pub, Joey and his friends had reached their silly stage, the one that immediately preceded shit-faced. Five pints of Stella and Joey was slumped in his chair, holding his phone.

"What you doing?"

"I'm tweeting Miley Cyrus."

"Yeah? Read it out."

"Just think of the awesome kids you and me will have. Yr looks, yr brains, yr talent, yr money ... and my wishful thinking. #matchmadeinheaven."

His friends all laughed. "Yeah, in your dreams mate! The closest you're ever going to get to a pussy is if you get a cat!"

"Fuck off! I've already had pussy."

"Yeah yeah, pull the other one."

"I have."

"Whose?"

"Not telling you."

"Yeah, cos you haven't."

"Have too."

"Fuckin' tell us then."

"Nuh! Fuck off."

They continued to rile each other about stuff for another half hour, then they had to leave. Last call and all.

The door slamming woke Mrs. Aames who had drifted off. She looked at the clock. Ten to midnight. "Joey? Is that you, sweetheart?"

He didn't answer, he just went into the downstairs toilet, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out just in time for the bowl to catch his stream. He was bustin'.

Mrs. Aames waited the other side of the door, listening to her son pee. He opened the door and she smiled at him. "Did you have a good time, dear?"

"Yeah, 'sokay."

He brushed past her as he headed on upstairs to his room.

"Keep a glass of water by your bed and sleep on your side."

"Yeah yeah."

The door slammed. Mrs. Aames went about the house, checking all the doors were locked and putting the lights out. Then she went to bed herself.

Joey woke with the sun. He had a splitting headache and his mouth was dry. He rolled over and pulled the duvet up. But the sun was bright coming in through his window. He'd been so drunk last night that he had forgotten to close the blind.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath. He flung the duvet off and rolled over, swinging his feet out of bed, standing up and walking over to the window with his eyes tight shut, shielding them also with his arm.

He got back into bed and slumped down on his front.

"What the fuck?"

He lifted himself up, holding his chest up off the bed with his elbows. He looked down. "What the fuck?"

Feeling his chest with one hand, he felt boobs. He didn't have boobs. What the fuck? What had those fuckers done to him last night? He sat up and felt again, giving them a good squeeze, then cupped them and hiked them up. They felt real, heavy against his chest. He lifted his white T shirt over his head to get a better look.

His eyes opened wide. He had boobs. Two of them. Actual, proper boobs. Nipples, like cherries. Areola. Big fucking areola. "MUMMMM!"

His voice. It was different. Softer. Higher pitched. Girly.

What the fuck? His hair. Without his T shirt, he could feel it now. Down his back and over his shoulders. Long. Blonde. "MUMMMM!"

Oh God. His cock. Where was it? Of fuck. Of fuckety-fuck-fuck. It was gone. He was wearing last night's knickers and they were empty. His cock was gone. He was screwed.

His mother opened the door. Immediately, he covered his boobs with his hands and pulled the bed covers back up over him.

"Oh my God!" she said.

"Mum, what the fuck? Don't you knock?"

"Oh God. It's finally happened."

"What? What are you talking about? Go away."

"Baby, let me look at you."

"What? No. Get away from me. I'm fine. Nothing to see here. Go back to bed."

"Nothing to see? Baby, your hair, your face, you're beautiful."

"What?"

"Let me see you, please?"

"No, what? Go away."

"Don't be shy baby, we're both girls here."

"Girls? What? No. Fuck off."

She sat down on his bed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Mum, get off me."

"It's alright baby, everything is gonna be fine."

"Fine? God Mum. How is it going to be fine? I've turned into a girl overnight. I've got tits and everything. And my, my, my dick, it's gone."

"I know sweetie. I always knew something like this might happen."

"Might happen? What? How? It's impossible."

"Sweetie. Do you remember that movie Teenwolf?"

"Michael J Fox?"

"That's the one. Do you remember when he turned into the wolf and his father was outside the door? Also a wolf. And he wants to know how his father could have not told him? And he replied that sometimes it skips a generation."

"Yeah. What are you saying Mum? Should I call you Dad?"

Mrs. Aames laughed. "Oh no sweetie. I'm your Mum. I always have been. No, what I mean is, my mother, she was ..."

"Gran?"

She nodded. "She was like you."

"A guy?"

"She was born a male, yes."

"Oh God no, tell me this is not happening. Tell me I don't have to spend the rest of my life this way. I don't want to be a girl."

"No, no, sweetie. You can choose what you want to be, when you want to be it. You can transform, at will."

"Um, I don't think so. If I could, I wouldn't have fucking tits Mum. I wouldn't have lost my cock. It would be there." He lifted the duvet and checked. "No cock!" He was getting hysterical.

"Shh, shh now. Calm down. This is your first transformation. It gets easier, believe me. My Mum, she used to change all the time when I was a girl. It was kind of fun. She was so cool."

"Gran? Cool?" He shook his head. "Are we talking about the same woman here? Woman? Can I even call her that anymore?"

"Of course you can. She is a woman."

"But you said she was born a man."

"Well, yeah."

"Am I going to be like her? I mean, what could make me possibly want to be a woman? I don't want to be a woman. I want to be a boy."

"Sweetie, quiet down. It's okay. You'll be whatever you want to be. Come on, let's get you dressed. I'll call Gran. She can come and talk to you."

"No. I don't want that. It's embarrassing."

"Baby, you don't have to be embarrassed with me or your Gran."

"Noooo! I don't want to!"

"Joey, your body and mind are in a state of flux at the moment. Your Gran told me to watch out for this day. She didn't know if it would happen to you. It happened to your cousin Michael."

"Mikey?"

"Yeah."

"He never said."

"He was kind of embarrassed too. He didn't want you to know."

"But you do?"

"Well, it's different. I was in on the family secret. You weren't. Not then. You are now though."

"But he's still Mikey. I mean, he's a guy."

"He was a guy when you saw him last, yes. But he also makes for a very pretty young girl."

"You've seen him as a girl?"

Mrs. Aames nodded her head.

"God this is so weird."

"Babe. Your body has changed, but your mind is still playing catch up. At some point today, you're going to start feeling a bit more feminine. Right now, it's awkward for you because your body has changed, but your mind is still firmly male. When your mind catches up, you'll begin to think differently. And you'll want to wear make up and have me take you shopping for some nice new clothes."

"Dresses?"

"Yes."

"No way. I am NOT wearing a dress."

She smiled. "Oh sweetie, just you wait. I always wanted a daughter. We can do so much together, we can go shopping, we can go to the spa, have mud baths, get massages together."

"Uh, you're my mother, what makes you think I'd ever want to get naked in the same room as you?"

"Oh silly, we're both the same now. Neither one of us has very much between our legs."

"Mum! That's so naughty!"

"See baby, your mind is already catching up. The way you speak, it's becoming more girly. You've stopped using so much bad language."

"What! I can say the F word if I want."

"Go on then."

He tried. Frustrated, he cursed, "Oh fffflip!"

Mrs. Aames laughed and wrapped her arms around her son/daughter. "I love you, don't ever forget that. I'm always here for you."

"I love you too Mum."

She squeezed him tighter. "See? When was the last time you said that to me?"

Joey had to think about it. He couldn't ever remember telling his mother he loved her.

"So what happens now? I can't be seen out like this, not by other people. My mates will laugh at me. And I have work on Monday."

"Hey, hey, slow down, will you. The world is not ending. You'll see, it's only just beginning."

"Oh my gosh."

"I really envy you Joey. I can't tell you how many times I wished it would happen to me."

"You want to be a man?"

"Well, no, but, I often wondered what it might be like to have, you know, one of those."

"Well, let me tell you, it's great and I want mine back."

She smiled.

"And now I've really gotta pee. But I don't know how."

"Come on, I'll help you."

"Mum! In what kind of bizzaro world would I let you help me to pee?"

"Uh, sweetheart? Have you looked at yourself this morning? Welcome to bizzaro!"

"I can't. Please. Let me just try," he said, covering his breasts with his hands as he ran to the bathroom in just his knickers.

God, when was the last time he said please? I don't think he's ever said it!

Joey automatically lifted the toilet seat and reached into his knickers. There was nothing to grab hold of, nothing to pull out. He just stood in front of the bowl, tentatively probing inside his underpants with his fingers. Well, at least he still had hair down there.

How do I do this? I'm supposed to sit. Women sit. He put the seat back down. His mother standing outside the door, heard this and smiled to herself.

"Sweetie, you just sit, spread your legs apart a little, you can either lean forward and just shoot, or you use two fingers to spread your, um, you know, spread your, uh, lips apart."

"MY LIPS?"

Oh! My lips!

"Yeah sweetie, it's um, the stream comes out near the top, just under your um, under your hood. It would be easier if I just showed you."

"No Mum. I think I've got it. Thank you."

He looked down and started feeling around. He really wanted to go but his tits kept getting in the way, obscuring the view. Not only that, but he was afraid of breaking himself somehow. The internal plumbing wasn't the same anymore and he didn't want to do it wrong and find out he'd peed into his ass or something.

When Mrs. Aames still hadn't heard her son start peeing, she said, "Baby, if you're having difficulty finding things, use the mirror on the windowsill. Just angle it between your legs and I'll help guide you through it."

"Thanks Mum."

Thanks? Thank you? He was being so much more polite.

"Oh God, I've really got to go."

"Baby, I'm coming in."

"No Mum, don't!"

But it was too late. His mother came through the bathroom door and found him sitting there right in front of her. He clenched his legs together and put his hand over his lap. Then he realised his tits were out and uncovered, so he tried to use his arm to cover them like he'd seen women do in the movies. But they weren't terribly compliant. It looked a lot easier on TV.

She just stood there. "Wow, you really are something. I mean, there's pretty, but, you, you're gorgeous."

"You really think so Mum?"

"I really do."

"Oh, thank you. That's so sweet." His eyes welled up. He was a lot more emotionally vulnerable than usual.

"Come on," his mother knelt before him. "Just close your eyes and I'll tell you when." She put her hand between his legs and instinctively found his urethra. "Now sweetie, just relax."

He began to pee.

He flung his head back. "Oh, that feels so good." Opening his eyes, he looked at his mother. The craziness of the situation. He was naked on the toilet in front of his mother who was actually helping him to pee out of his vagina. Now that's a sentence you don't hear every day.

When the stream subsided, she broke off a few sheets of TP and scrunched them up, wiping between his legs. Discarding the paper, she asked, "Number twos?"

He shook his head, now realising that his mother had seen everything. And he hadn't even seen it all himself yet. He'd caught a few glimpses in the handheld mirror, his cooch, his boobs, but he hadn't really looked at his face yet. He stood up and helped her to her feet.

"Well, tada!" he said, putting his hands to his sides, showing off his body to his mother. "I guess this is what I look like now."

"Wash your hands baby, you're not a boy anymore."

"Sorry!" He ran them under the tap.

"Come on. Come look at yourself in the mirror."

Mrs. Aames led her son by the hand, naked across the landing, into her bedroom, where she had a full length mirror all across one wall.

As Joey stood there, examining himself closely, his mound, covered by brown pubes, his boobs, his face which really was kind of cute. How was his hair blonde? The rug didn't match the curtains. With all the attention he was giving to his new body, he hadn't noticed his mother disrobe behind him. When she came into line alongside him, she caught hold of his hand.

The reflection showed two beautiful women, one 18, the other 37.

Joey's eyes bulged when he saw his mother standing nude next to him.

"Mum? What are you doing?"

"I told you baby, we're both girls here. And there's no secrets between girls, okay?"

"Uh? I guess."

She walked around behind him and a moment later, her hands came through and cupped her son's boobs. "Impressive. I'd say 36C."

"Do I have to wear a bra?"

"If you're going to keep them, then you probably should."

"Go on then. Let's try one on. But I'm not promising anything."

"I'm not sure any of mine will fit you sweetie. Your old Mum's only a 34A."

Joey turned and looked properly at his mother's breasts. He looked down at his own, then back at hers. He cupped his in his hands, then looked at his mother. She saw what he was doing. This was all so new to him and he was basically uneducated on the female form. She didn't think he'd even seen a girl naked before, not in real life anyway, only in those silly videos he bookmarked on the internet.

She took hold of his hands and lifted them to cup her own breasts. "34A sweetie. Your Mum's a little old flat chest!"

"Mum, no. You're beautiful, just as you are. Anyone would be lucky to be with a girl like you."

She smiled at him. "So your mind is catching up with your body then?"

Joey nodded. "I guess it is."

"So how does it feel?"

"I don't know. I mean, weird, obviously, but, it has potential."

His mother smiled and, still naked, went and sat down on the end of her bed. She picked up her phone and dialled. A moment later she began to speak. "Mum? It's Sandy. Guess what just happened? What? No. Guess again. Huh? No Mum. God, you're hopeless. What do you mean, give you a clue? Mum! When? What? She didn't? She did? Well she didn't tell me. But you're changing the subject, guess what wonderful thing happened this morning?"

Joey stood naked in front of his mother and saw the smile beam right across her face.

"YES!!"

It made Joey smile too and he sat down on the bed alongside his mother and she put her arm around him.

"Can you come over? Yeah. No, right now. Yeah. Oh and Mum, can you bring some underwear? He's a big girl!"

Gran's underwear. He didn't fancy that.

"Okay. About half an hour. You can have breakfast here, we'll all have it together. What? You've already had breakfast? Mum, it's not even seven yet. What? You had it at five? God Mum, don't you sleep anymore? Oh well. Yeah. See you soon."

"Gran's been up since five?"

"No, she's been up since three. She had breakfast at five."

"Is she a vampire as well as a, uh, Mum? What are we? Is there like a term?"

"A term?"

"Yeah, like shapeshifter, or changeling?"

"Oh, I see what you mean. No sweetie, there's not a term. It's just something that runs in the family."

"So, you say Gran was born a man?"

"She was."

"When did she change first time?"

"When she was twelve."

"Twelve? God, that's got to be awful. She would have been in school."

"She was."

"What happened?"

"She had to go to a new one."

"Couldn't she change back?

"She didn't want to. She liked being a girl. Oh, she did change back and forth throughout her childhood, but she mostly maintained her female form. For school and her friends, certainly." Mrs. Aames smiled. "But she told me that sometimes she liked to change into a boy and go play with the other boys in the neighbourhood."

"Did she tell you a lot of stories?"

"She did."

"How did you find out?"

"Uh, it was kind of weird. I was um, I was nine years old and I had a nightmare in the middle of the night and I ran into my parents room, sobbing. And um, I found Dad in bed with another man. I screamed. I was hysterical. I wanted my Mum and she wasn't there, this other guy was and it made me so afraid. My Dad was trying to calm me down, but I was really screaming at him, asking where my mother was, what had happened to her?"

Mrs. Aames gave her son a squeeze and kissed him on the forehead.

"The other man got out of bed and walked toward me and I was backing away and my father was trying to comfort me, then this other guy just started to transform, right before my eyes. And in about fifteen seconds, he was my mother. Just like that."

"Fifteen seconds? That's all it takes?"

She nodded. "That's all it takes."

"And that changes everything? I mean, internally."

"Yes. I mean, your grandmother was born a man with everything that entails, but when she's a woman, she has a working womb. I came from her womb, so, yeah, internally everything is just fine."

"What if she'd changed back into a man when she was carrying you?"

"Well, she didn't. But I don't know. I guess I probably would have died. She would have miscarried."

"So I have a womb right now?"

"You sure do."

"So I can get pregnant."

"Oh baby, you'll need a boy to help you with that."

"Ewww! Gross!"

Mrs. Aames laughed. It was only a moment before Joey joined in.

"Do you think I'd be able to, you know, like boys in that way?"

"Baby, you're very special. I imagine you could have anything you wanted, regardless of what sex you plan on living your life as. You can be gay or straight or bi, in either body. If you want to be with a girl, you can be a straight guy or a gay girl, it's up to you, what you feel."

"Why do I have to choose one sex to live my life as? If I have this opportunity, can't I be both?"

"Oh, of course you can sweetie. I just mean, with bureaucracy and all, you can't exactly go into work one day as a man and the next day as a girl. If the wrong people found out, they'd take you away and dissect you or something."




Transformations



"Oh, I see Mum. No, that makes a lot of sense."

"Come on, we can't sit around here naked all day. Would you like to try on some of my clothes, or just put on a robe?"

"Mum, I have my own clothes."

"Baby, I think you'll find they won't be such a great fit anymore. You're about eight inches shorter than you were, your hips are about six inches wider and in case it's escaped your attention, you have killer boobs!"

Joey bit his lip. His mother was right.

"Besides which, I don't think you're going to be overly keen on the smell of them."

"What do you mean Mum?"

"Uh, how do I put this politely? Joey, as a boy, you stink. Run along into your room and take a whiff of it!"

"Mum! It can't be that bad, you go in there all the time."

"Take a whiff."

Joey went into his room and came back into his mother's a moment later. "Oh God, that's horrible. How did you ever cope?"

"I held my breath a lot!"

They both giggled and Mrs. Aames stood up and opened up her wardrobe doors. "Anything you like, pick anything. Although, I think it's time for a makeover. I think this would look really nice on you. Your blonde hair would really set it off."

Mrs. Aames pulled out a navy blue pinstripe skirt and matching waistcoat. She laid it on the end of her bed and went and fetched a blouse from the shelf. Pale blue, white collar, white pinstripes.

"Mum! It's not really me."

"Oh Joey, you have eighteen years of thinking like a boy to overcome. There's so much more than just jeans and a T shirt baby. As a girl, clothes are your friend. A girl can make anything look good. Just humour me for a minute and if you don't think you look good in it, we can try on something else."

"Okay Mum."

"Right, underwear. Shall we see how much of you will fit in one of my bras?"

Joey smiled. She was actually looking forward to it now.

"Uh, Mum, you can put on something too, you know. You don't have to stay naked."

"I just wanted you to be comfortable sweetie. I want you to be comfortable around me and I want you to know you can come to me about anything. You don't ever have to be shy with me, because I'm your Mum and you're going to need someone you can trust and confide in. I want that to be me, my darling. If you stay as a woman, you'll be getting a visitor every month."

"God, you mean?"

"Periods, yes. And then there'll be routine checkups you'll need to start having."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we'll have to find you a good gynaecologist, someone who doesn't know you, or me."

"Mum. I'm scared."

"Oh don't be sweetie. It's not all bad. Life as a woman has its rewards, you know! Come on. You'll have to shave your legs if you want to wear stockings, but for now, just slip into my panties."

"Mm, they feel so nice."

"Don't they just!"

"Slip your arms through here. It's one of my bigger bras, from years ago."

Joey let his mother try to fasten the bra behind his back but it was proving to be a tight squeeze.

She stepped around in front of her son and brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Is it that bad?" Joey asked.

"It's a bit tight sweetie. It accentuates your cleavage a little bit more than you want it accentuated. If you were to walk down the street like that, you'd have every man on his knees with his tongue rolled out."

Again, Joey bit his lip. All this talk of guys was beginning to excite him a little.

Mrs. Aames unhooked her son's bra and set his breasts free. "You can go commando until your Gran gets here."

Next up, she helped her son on with the pale blue blouse.

"The buttons are on the wrong side Mum."

"I'll help you sweetie." Mrs. Aames did all the buttons up except for the top two. Then she helped her son step into the skirt. It fit like a dream. Waistcoat next, buttoned up. "Shoes. What size feet are you?"

She placed the sole of her foot against her sons. "Actually, I think you're quite a bit smaller than me. I'm a six. I think you might only be a three, or perhaps a four. Here, try these."

Joey stepped into the shoe, navy blue leather with a one inch heal. She didn't want her son tripping and falling down the stairs on his first day as a woman.

"It's a bit big, Mum."

"Maybe go barefoot 'til Gran gets here."

"Is she a smaller shoe?"

"No, she's the same size as me, I just meant, I don't want you falling over yourself before she gets a chance to see you."

"Mum? Could you put something on please? I don't like to see you so vulnerable now that I have clothes on."

Mrs. Aames shook her head from side to side. So contented. Her son was so sweet, a true lady. She picked up the nightie she'd been wearing and put it back on over her head, then slipped into her silk robe and put her slippers back on her feet.

"Thanks Mum."

"Your welcome sweetie."

"I mean for everything Mum. Thank you. I just don't know what I'd do without you. I love you. I really do you know."

"Oh sweetie, I love you so much."

"Mum?"

"Sweetie?"

"I loved you before, you know. When I was him. He loved you. He just felt really awkward about telling you he did. He wanted to. He wanted to so badly at times. He was just afraid I guess, afraid of being soft."

"But you're not afraid anymore, are you baby?"

"No Mum. I'm not afraid."

"I'm glad you told me. I mean, I knew you loved me, I did. But you telling me now that you did, it means so much. Thank you baby."

"I love you Mum."

They hugged and tears streamed down each of their faces. Breaking apart, they smiled and wiped away their tears. Happy tears.

"Hmm," his mother stood with her hands on her hips again, looking at her son wearing her clothes. "Let me see." She unbuttoned another button on his blouse and pulled it apart a little. "Mm, not sure. How about the other way?" She did the button back up again and then one more, leaving just the collar open.

"What do you think, baby?"

"I'm not sure Mum. Whatever you think is best."

Mrs. Aames licked her lips as she pondered. Then the idea hit her. She grasped hold of her son's collar and did the top button up.

"There! How about that?"

Joey looked in the mirror. His long blonde hair, his cute, kissable face, his ample breasts straining against the waistcoat, the pretty blouse with its white collar, the skirt that stopped at his knees, the feel of the panties on his mound and his bum.

"Cor Blimey Mum. I really like it."

"So do I. Go get the camera."

Joey did as his mother requested, no complaining, he just did as he was asked and thought nothing of it. Handing it to her, he posed as she took the photo, then another and another. He kept on posing. He was having fun. Then the doorbell rang. Had it been half an hour already?

Joey skipped on down the stairs, eager to show himself off to his grandmother. When he opened the door, he had a surprise.

END OF PART ONE.

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Transformations - A Love Story



I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through me as her lips touched my right nipple... instantly as she touched me, then more as she began to kiss my right breast. Next, her right hand slid to my left breast and she slowly started to circle my nipple with her index finger. 

My eyes shot open and I let out a sigh – having never been awoken to anything like this. I heard a subtle "mmmmm" come from Danielle acknowledging my sigh, but the vibration of her simple hum sent more waves of warmth through me emanating from my right nipple.

I tucked my head down slightly and could smell her soft, beautiful hair. As I gently kissed the top of her head, my hands slid down her back and over her satin chemise. It felt incredible against her soft skin... and I noticed how nice it felt against my own skin as she continued her lusty assault of my right nipple.

"Oh my God, Dani", I said as my left hand slid up her back and to her head – gently pushing her harder against my chest. She responded with a slight pinch to my left nipple followed by a rhythmic massage of the area around my nipple.

A warmth started building in me – like nothing I had ever felt before. It started from my breasts but went to my center... and just emanated out in all directions.

It was an incredible feeling and all I could think was that I needed to share it with Dani. I rolled her onto her back, and lifted her chemise before rolling onto her and suckling her left breast. Her nipple responded immediately and expanded, as the areola surrounding it tightened. She managed to slip her right hand between us and began to roll my left nipple between her fingers. "Almost as big as mine", she giggled as she placed her left hand behind my head and began to run her fingers through my hair.

I ran my left hand, upside down, slowly down her belly, lightly tickling with my fingernails as I worked my way south in a zigzag pattern. As I got to the top of her satin panties, I rolled my hand and let my index finger slide sideways under the band. And then began to tease her with a "come hither" motion as my finger danced back and forth across the top of her muff. She placed her right hand gently on my left wrist and began to stroke it slowly – signaling her pleasure.

As I gently increased my suction on her left breast, I began to run my tongue in a circular pattern around her nipple and across her areola. Dani's back arched slightly as she sighed. Then my left hand began to move further down between her legs. I felt her wetness as my finger reached the crest of her labia. I gave her nipple a playful nibble as my left finger explored the contour of her engorged lips – seeking the source of her warm wetness. As I found my target, I pushed the tip of my finger inward, taking her juices and stroking upward to her clit. I didn't even have to see it to know that her eyes shot wide open; her happy moan and her slight thrust harder into my finger said it all.

Dani stopped playing with my left nipple and instead opened her right hand fully and took hold of my left breast – and began to massage it. My nipple was extremely sensitive and engorged more than I have ever felt before. The massage felt amazing and I just wanted her to grab my breast more. She did.

Dani had never been a fan of oral sex, but in that moment, I just had to have her beautiful womanhood in my mouth... and on my face. I used the back of my left hand to push downward on her panties and then expertly took gentle hold of the band and slid them down her thigh. In unison, Dani lifter her legs and bent them upwards to so could slip the panties off of her. "Roll over," I whispered.

As I rolled onto my back and Dani rolled onto me, I placed my hands on either side of her hips and signaled that I wanted her to move upward. She looked into my eyes and I seductively ran the tip of my tongue across my upper lip... and as I did, I nudged her hips slightly more forward to let her know what I wanted. Dani flicked her eyebrows upward, smiled and began to work herself up my body.

She stopped moving as she got just below my chest. She slipped both of her index fingers between her legs and into her wetness. Then, she started circling both of my nipples with her wet fingers. I responded – my small areolas tightened and my nipples puffed upward and outward – larger than I had ever seen them before. As she continued to circle both of my nipples, she would interchange each index finger, sliding them between her legs to get them wet.

The warmth inside of me had turned into waves of heat and pleasure throughout my entire body. I was in ecstasy like I had never experienced.

Dani stopped circling my nipples. She extended her left hand around my entire right breast and began to knead it. Then she slid her right hand between us and between her legs... and I could feel it as she inserted at least 2 of her fingers inside of herself. And moments later, those fingers soaked in her juices were running under and around my nose. Dani's scent was intoxicating.

"You want this?" she whispered seductively.

"Yes," I replied. "I want to make you cum in my mouth." It was all I could think... I just had to have her.

Dani slid herself up, placing her kneeled legs on either side of my head... and lowered her amazing, hot sex onto my face. I had never smelled anything so erotic. I had never tasted anything so wonderful as I extended my tongue to greet her extended clit. As she sat lightly on top of me, I was able to run my tongue from her wet spot to her clit – licking.

She moved herself up ever so slightly so that her hood rubbed against the end of my nose... and her wet opening was aligned with my mouth.

"Suck me," she commanded. And I wanted nothing other than to obey. I was treated with more of her succulent juices as I kissed and sucked at her glorious sex.

Firmly planted on my face, Dani put her arms behind her and placed her hands onto my chest. As she ever so gently moved her hips forward and back to massage her clit against the tip of my nose, she began to knead both of my breasts.

What came out of my mouth was somewhere between and growl and a moan... of pure ecstasy... pure carnal bliss. My hands went to her hips and gorgeous ass as I helped support her motions to fondle her clit against my nose. While at the same time, pushing her down harder on my face so I could get my tongue even deeper into her glorious sex... and drinking her juices.

I could feel the orgasm rise in her as her motions, breathing and sounds began to peak. And then I was rewarded with something that had never happened in our 10 years of marriage... or with any other woman I had been with prior to meeting Danielle... she began to squirt. At first, just a few drops. But as she climaxed, a warm flow began in waves matching her orgasmic rhythm. I opened my mouth and drank from her... wave after wave... until my mouth was full and I had to swallow. Then more waves, and more juices. I was treated with at least 3 mouthfuls of Dani's juices. To be honest, I forgot to count. I just wanted more.

As the orgasm subsided, Dani released my breasts and leaned forward. She slowly moved herself off of my face and down my body. Eventually, collapsing on top of me with her head resting next to mine on the pillow.

"That was..." she started...

"...fucking unbelievable!" I finished. We both giggled.

A few moments later, Dani rolled to her left and lay next to me. We just sat there and listened to each other's breathing – coming off of the greatest sexual high of either of our lives.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Dani said a couple of minutes later. 

"I think I just did," I laughed. "No, silly," she said as she slid her right hand down my body toward my legs.

Until that moment, it had never occurred to me that I had never gotten hard during the entire, incredible event. The greatest mind-blowing sex of my life. The most incredible physical feelings of my life. The greatest orgasm I could ever imagine sharing with a woman – my incredible wife – and I had never gotten hard or even thought about getting my cock inside of her.

I kissed Dani's forehead. "I am the most sexually satisfied husband in the world right now, gorgeous." 

She slid her right hand back up my body – tickling all the way up. When she reached my left nipple, she began to play. "Are you sure?" she said playfully with a giggle. And as the waves of pleasure went through my from my breast, I just said "mmmmm...", tucked my face even deeper into her hair.

... and we fell asleep. 

 

Danielle and I had met 12 years ago at work. We were immediate friends and over time, as they say, things turned to something more. Almost a year to the day from when we met, I asked her to marry me. And a year later, we were married.

Marrying your best friend – which Dani and I were... and are... means that you not only spend your time with your favorite person, but you get to build a life together. Relatively successful at work and eventually starting our own technology consulting firm, we carved out plenty of "together time" – both at home and on the occasional vacation to places around the world.

We were incredibly compatible and aligned... except for 1 area. And probably a common area. I wanted lots of sex... Dani liked less. In my mind, a lot less. And after the first year or so, it really seemed to progress (in the wrong direction, in my mind).

While I wasn't into anything "extreme", I did like to explore a bit. But Dani was rigidly tied to what I called "sit, stand, kneel" sex – always me on top... standard position. I had even tried overtures toward oral sex (me pleasuring her) in the past, and they were abruptly shot down. 

We talked a lot about it, but nothing really changed. It seemed to be a combination of her not really enjoying the sex we were having, and not her being willing to experiment on other things that might bring more mutual pleasure. She "just wasn't into it" was how it seemed to me.

So we had agreed to go talk to someone. Not a sex therapist. Not a marriage counselor. But Erin Hunter was what I would call a "general counselor" who was just a great person to talk to. She was highly recommended by a trusted friend. We met several times as a couple and several times individually. And while our house didn't miraculously turn into a house of rampant sex, Dr Hunter helped both of us to get to a happier middle ground as it related to sex. 


In retrospect, I'm not sure we ended up having more sex, but she helped us get to a happier place where I wasn't as dissatisfied with my sexual needs. And over the years, Dani and I had continued to see Dr. Hunter as we needed someone to talk to – about whatever we might like or need to talk about. She became a close friend.

"You have to tell him." 

Danielle had a scheduled appointment the day after our wild night of sex. Dani just took a deep breath & exhaled. "Dani... you have to tell him," Erin repeated.

"I know," Dani said. "I've always known I would have to let him know. But it's just so good... so much better than I ever could have dreamed. He's always been my best friend and always been my favorite person on the planet. But now.... he's perfect!"

"Dani," Dr. Hunter began, "you decided to try going down a path. And even though I thought you should have discussed it before starting, you convinced me that you just wanted to give it a try. Now, you're more than 2 months into it and the effects are becoming obvious. Not just in your relationship but physically it's starting to become noticeable. I've known you both for years and when he was in here last week, I could see the difference."

"I really like the changes," Dani blurted out. "I mean I really like the physical changes. I got into this because of what the mental differences could be... but now... God, he's just so cute... so sexy."

"You know that it will just continue, right?" Erin said rhetorically. It will start to happen faster and soon... it can't be stopped. This will be permanent."

"I know," Dani replied. I did all the research... read all the articles, reviews and stories. And I thought that I'd be OK stopping before any physical changes started to happen. But as his emotions & attitude started to change, I really liked it. I wanted to keep it up. And now that some physical changes are coming along with it... well... like I said... I LIKE THEM!"

Erin Hunter leaned forward. "Dani, I am your friend... as much as I am doctor to both of you, I am also your friend. I care deeply about both of you individually... and you together. This is something you need to discuss."

Dani's head lowered slightly in acknowledgement.

"He's your best friend," Eric continued. "You want the same things."

Dani looked up and raised one of her eyebrows as if to say "really?"

Erin smiled. "You might be surprised," she said. The she cocked her head and said "or maybe you won't be surprised."

"You're right," Dani said. Then she smiled and added, "what they hell would we do without you, Erin?"

 

That night, Danielle and Andy lay in bed with the TV watching them (more than they were watching it). In their usual positions, Andy was propped up on the right side of the bed with his right arm extending under Dani's pillow. Dani was tucked in close next to him.

The show that was on reached a commercial – usually the break to turn off the TV and go to sleep... or occasionally, turn off the TV and do something else. With a push of the button on the remote, the TV went dark.

"That was the most incredibly night of my life last night," Andy said as he rolled over slightly toward Dani. 

She smiled... and watched as his left hand unconsciously went toward his left nipple and he brushed it a couple of times with the side of his thumb. His nipple and areola, already larger than they had been a couple of months ago, tightened and extended.

"I loved last night, too," Dani said as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek... "but I have something to talk with you about."

"What's up, babe?" he said.

Dani took a deep breath and sighed as she exhaled.

Andy ran his fingers gently through Dani's hair. "Hey, sweetie... what's up? Tell me," he said sweetly.

Dani snuggled closer and began...

"Since we met, it seems like the only area where we haven't seemed to align is our sex life. Our life is great... but sex seems to get in the way."

Andy kissed her head and Dani continued...

"Erin has been amazing for both of us... to help us as a couple and also to help each of us to better understand the other... and ourselves. To me, babe, it's been a disconnect about what we each want. I want to be intimate with you – wholly and fully intimate. But to me, that doesn't just equate to sex. Sometimes it does... but just not as often as you seem to want that. And on the other side, I'm looking for more than sex. Sitting here right now, cuddled into you... this is the happiest, warmest place on earth. Sitting around and just lightly touching. Holding hands some times when we're walking. Intimacy to me is a holistic thing where our lives are intimate from top to bottom."

Andy acknowledged things with a quick squeeze of his right arm.

"You see," Dani said happily, "that is exactly what I'm talking about. Just a simple motion like that – probably something you didn't even think about – that is what I love." She nuzzled closer and lightly kissed his shoulder.

"I like that, too," he whispered and pecked her head again gently.

"But it hasn't always been that way." Dani waited a few moments before continuing. "We've talked about this with Erin. I felt that it was all about getting inside of me and cumming to you. Anything before that used to feel like a set of steps to get to your goal. And I had to perform. We could never just cuddle like this and not even think that anything more was going to happen. I could never dream of you just laying your hand in my lap without knowing it was going to quickly go from laying your hand there to touching to rubbing to sex."

"I know, babe," Andy began. "And I really made a big effort to understand and be more like that for you... for us."

Dani kissed his shoulder again gently. "I know..." she trailed off.

"But???..." Andy said softly after a few seconds.

"We still wanted different things... in the end, we were still looking for different things..." she replied. A few moments later, she continued... "Erin and I talked a lot about this. And most of it is the classic 'what guys want vs what girls want' stuff."

Andy resisted the urge to pull her closer. He didn't want her to misinterpret his actions. So he lay there quietly waiting for Dani to continue.

"I started reading... and looking things up online. Surely this is something that millions of couples have faced. I was looking for ideas... looking for answers. I eventually found an online forum for women... women who shared the same questions as me: how can I help make our relationship more intimate in the ways I am looking for while still satisfying my husband?"

She paused. And Andy remained quiet, still not wanting anything to be misinterpreted.

"There was a thread in there with a group of women who had come up with some ideas that seemed to help their husbands become more intimate... and satisfied with that type of female intimacy."

Andy turned his head slightly more toward Dani, very curious at where this was going. 

"The general idea was that if they could get their husbands to inherently think more like a woman, that both partners could be happier and more satisfied with their intimacy."

Dani paused again. Andy's curiosity was piqued to an extreme, but he waited for her to continue...

"There were lots of ideas and different ways to go... some of them extreme... some of them not."

"Like what?" Andy asked.

"A lot of them tried hypnosis... trying to help plant seeds so that their husbands understood women better. Others talked about drugs and hormones."

Andy eyes widened.

Dani waited a few moments, then continued... "and then there was this thread about using herbs and other natural methods."

"What would that do?" Andy asked.

"I did a lot of research. The idea is that how we act isn't purely biological. In fact, the natural chemical balance in our bodies can be much stronger than our physiology – guiding it and controlling it."

"Like over-eating can make you fat," Andy said half-jokingly.

"Sort of... yes," Dani replied. "But it's a lot more than that. And it's not just biological. It's also psychological. So you know that drugs are used for all kinds of mental therapy?"

"Sure," Andy replied, "I took ADD medication as a kid."

"Exactly," Dani said. "But those are drugs. What I am talking about is the idea of herbal and other natural materials being able to impact a person psychologically and mentally."

"Go on," Andy said.

"What makes me a girl?" Dani asked after a few moments.

"Well, your body... and the way that you think and feel," Andy replied.

"Right. And what is it in me that makes me think, feel and act this way?"

Andy lay silent... thinking.

"It's my chemical balance," Dani replied. "My hormones."

"OK," Andy said, coaxing her to continue.

"So this whole idea in this thread was about using herbs to have an impact on the chemical and hormonal balance."

"So like giving a guy a bunch of female hormone pills?" Andy asked.

"No... not that. This was about using natural methods to have the body direct and adjust to a different balance."

"I don't understand," Andy said.

Dani propped herself up a bit on her side so she could look more into her husband's eyes. "When each of us were born, we had some physical characteristics that differentiated use between male & female."

"My favorite parts!" Andy giggled... purposely injecting some humor to relieve some tension and let Dani know he was into this discussion.




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It worked. She giggled... and continued. "But beyond that... inside, when we were born, our chemical balance and hormones were pretty much the same. It wasn't until puberty..."

"My second favorite part!" Andy tossed in humorously...

She poked him, smiling, "...until puberty that things got very different. My body started producing lots more estrogen. Yours started producing lots more testosterone. And those hormones put us on a path to not only be more physically different but also mentally different. It's that stage of life where girls and guys mentally become... girls and guys."

"OK..." Andy said trailing.

"But I don't just produce estrogen... and you don't just produce testosterone. Both of our bodies actually produce a lot of both. It's just that girls have more estrogen and guys testosterone. Actually, my body converts testosterone into estrogen."

"I didn't know that," Andy said.

"Well, that's what this web site talked about... and how through herbal & natural methods, a guy's body could be influenced to..." she paused... "to alter the balance of testosterone and estrogen... naturally."

"You mean how like your body converts testosterone?" he asked.

"Exactly," Dani replied. "And with more estrogen, these women were saying that their husbands started to think and feel more like a woman does."

"Seriously?" Andy asked.

"Seriously. So I went to Erin with this. She knew of it, but not a lot about it. The typical therapy that she knew about involved actual hormones or synthetic hormones. But we both researched it a lot further and found out that it was very real."

"So you're saying that if I go eat a bunch of thyme, I'll start thinking like a girl?" Andy said teasingly.

"No, silly," Dani replied... so relieved that Andy was actually engaged in this conversation.

"But there are certain herbs and natural, non-drug methods that are very effective at this," she continued. "The thing is, even if a guy just took a bunch of synthetic estrogen, his body is still producing testosterone. So to have any impact, he'd also have to take something to inhibit the testosterone so the estrogen would have any effect. And he'd have to do it pretty much forever to change the balance... unnaturally. But what has been discovered is a way to trick the body into doing it itself."

Andy raised his eyebrows... truly intrigued by the conversation.

"Puberty is when all of these male vs female changes are set in motion, right?"

"Uh-huh," Andy replied.

"So, what if you could trigger the body into another round of puberty... when the hormonal balance of the body is set in place?..."

"And the acne?" Andy laughed.

"No!" Dani jabbed at him playfully. "Not the bad parts!"

He giggled. "But if you just triggered puberty again, wouldn't the same hormone stuff just happen all over again?"

"Yes..." Dani replied. "Unless you changed something."

"Like what?" he asked.

"By using what's called glandular therapy. With the right type of material, the male body can be tricked into thinking it is producing enough testosterone. And at the same time, the male body is producing estrogen..."

"Because it always does anyway," Andy said.

"Yes."

"So the estrogen takes over?"

"No," Dani replied. "But the balance slowly changes over to that of a female. Remember, I have estrogen & testosterone being produced inside of me... it's just that my balance is different."

Andy's interest in the conversation suddenly turned into recognition of where this was going... or had gone, as the case may be. "Tell me..." he said.

"Well..." Dani started softly, "about 2 months ago, when you ran out of vitamin C and asked me to get you more, I actually..."

"Bought me something else?"

"Yes," she said.

"What is it?"

"It's a natural glandular product, made mainly from bovine ovary... processed ovaries from cows."

"And you've had me on it for more than 2 months?"

"Yes..." Dani admitted.

"And you didn't tell me until now?"

"I talked with Erin about it; she helped me investigate it. She thought that I should tell you from the start."

"Why didn't you?" he asked.

"Well... because part of me didn't believe it... and part of me was scared. It was a natural product so it was safe... but I wanted to see if it would actually do anything before I got into it with you."

"So what happened?" he asked.

"I didn't notice anything for the first couple of days. But I didn't expect to; it says that it takes a long time. But at about a week, your demeanor started to change... to soften. You started to seem more calm... more easy-going. And it kind of flowed from there."

"Flowed from there?..." he asked.

"Remember how I talked about 'all the little things'? Well, all of those 'little things' started to change in you... very slightly, but noticeably... to me, at least. You became less 'aggressive', more into me, more into the things I like, happy to sit around and just talk, happy to go out shopping together, more..."

"Intimate," he completed.

"More intimate," she smiled.

"And you like it?" he asked.

Dani rolled toward him, "I love it," she said. "And once it started, I just couldn't stop," as she kissed his lips.

Andy kissed her back, and as her tongue danced across his lips, his mind was awash with what he had just learned. His wife had replaced his vitamin C with a bunch of herbs more than 2 months ago and didn't tell him to test and see if it would make him be more intimate... to think and feel more like a female. It worked. Well, at least Dani thought it worked because she was much happier with their intimacy. To Andy, everything seemed natural and unchanged. So while he was a little upset that she hadn't discussed it with him beforehand, in the end, it had a positive effect.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Andy took a break. "So my body is now starting to produce more estrogen than testosterone. What happens? Is this just a psychological effect?"

Dani rolled back off of him slightly. "Well... the psychological impact happens first. But eventually, there are also physical effects," Dani said as she slid her hand onto Andy's chest ran her finger around his right nipple. It immediately hardened.

"That explains these," he said gently cupping his hands under each of his small breasts. "I'm growing tits?"

"You're going through an accelerated form of puberty," Dani said. "Your body is obviously male, but there are feminization effects if you take the pills for a long time."

"Like what?"

"Slowly... over time... and depending on how long you take it... your nipples & areola will grow and become more sensitive. And yes, your breasts start to develop. Your skin will get softer like mine. Your weight will shift – from your belly more toward your hips and butt. Your general muscle tone will soften and become more female looking. Even your sweat glands will change with the different chemical balance so you'll smell more like a female."

"How long?" he asked.

"Your nipples just started to get bigger in the last few days..."

"And a lot more sensitive," he added... smiling.

"Yes," Dani continued. She started to knead his right areola between her right fingers. Electric pleasure shot through him. "If you feel behind your nipples, a small hard 'pebble' is starting to form. Andy took his left hand to his left breast and performed the same action.

"I can feel it," he said. More warm pleasure.

"Yes. When I was a little girl, it happened to me. Those are called breast buds. It's all of the glands and ducts starting to form. They will expand to the size of a chestnut..."

"A CHEST-nut?!" Andy laughed.

Dani smiled and continued, "...and the breasts will produce a bulge. Fat tissue will start to form and a rounded breast will grow."

"How big?" he asked.

Dani was shocked that Andy seemed so OK with this conversation. "Results I've read are all over the map. But most say that they typically get to be 1 or 2 cup sizes smaller than a biological female sibling." 

Andy's took his left hand from his breast and stroked the back of his hand against Dani's right breast next to him. He watched as her nipple expanded and areola tightened... just like his.

He could feel the physical pleasure rising in him – like a warmth starting in his breasts but centering on his body and then emanating outward. And he suddenly realized that he didn't have an erection... just like last night. "What about my guy parts?" he asked.

"You can't grow a vagina, if that's what you mean."

"No... not that. But I'm not hard. And I didn't get hard last night even during the best sex..." he stopped... and placed his hand on her right shoulder... "even during the most incredible intimacy of my life," he finished.

"I noticed a few days ago that you weren't waking up with an erection every morning... like you always used to," Dani said.

"Can I get hard? Can I still... perform?"

"If you stay on the pills long enough, they say that you can lose your ability," Dani said.

"How long?"

"The manufacturer claims that after 6 months, the changes are permanent. You will have the hormonal balance of a female and it will never change back. The associated physical changes will be permanent."

"What happens if I stop?" he asked.

"Now?... well, your natural hormonal balance will start to shift back after a couple of weeks; the testosterone will take back over. Your breasts will stop growing and likely revert back. So far, nothing else has really happed."

"Except I can't get hard."

Dani slid her hand down Andy's body and into his underwear. She began to play with his cock. "That's not true... you just need the right... influence."

Andy felt his cock start to grow as Dani continued to massage it.

"I think I owe you one," Dani said seductively. Then she slid herself down Andy's body and took him into her mouth. Keeping one hand massaging his right breast and the other tickling under his balls, Andy quickly exploded enjoying the greatest blow-job of his life.

 

It was Saturday morning. And as much fun as things had been in bed over the last 12 hours, it was time to get up. As they normally did, Dani & Andy took a shower together – they had an oversized shower with 2 shower heads.

As the water poured over him, Andy couldn't help but to look down his body. Other than the sensitivity in his nipples when Dani touched them, he hadn't noticed the physical changes until today. But now, he watched as the water rolled down his chest over 2 slightly mounded breasts. "Well, if I hadn't noticed them, nobody else can, I guess," he thought. As he washed, he looked down at his hips and ass. Everything looked the same to him.

"You look amazing," Dani said as she came up behind & wrapped her arms around.

Andy made sure he took notice of how nice Dani's breasts felt against his back... and couldn't help but wonder how they felt to her as they slowly moved across his back. And as she moved her hands up and cupped each of his breasts, he realized that he actually did have a pretty good idea now of how good it felt! He rolled his head back and let out a small sigh of pleasure.

As if in perfect sync, Dani moved her hands back off of his breasts and stepped back. Andy had just thought that now was not the time & place to get intimate again. Dani obviously thought exactly the same at the same time. He smiled at that.

"I'd like to read up on these pills," Andy said. "What are they called?"

"The generic thing to look up is called 'bovine ovary' – or B.O.," Dani replied. The specific brand that you're taking is called Raw Ovarian Glandular from a company called Swanson. They are sold to women and men."

"So does it turn girls into guys?" Andy giggled.

"No... silly."

"What do they do to girls?" he asked.

"Same thing... they trigger puberty and make your breasts grow larger."

Andy raised his eyebrows, suggestively.

"Do you really think I would sneak around and have you take something without me taking it, too?" Dani said. She stood back and cupped the underside of her breasts. "I started taking it 2 months before you... and these girls have gone from a B to a small C!"

Instinctively, they stepped toward each other and hugged. Just hugged. That's all they wanted.

They spent the next couple of hours next to each other on the couch with Dani's laptop between them. She took Andy to various sites that she had looked at when investigating things.

"Can you show me the site you were talking about where women figured out how to use this for psychological changes? Most of what I'm reading here is about the physical changes," Andy said.

"Sure, babe," Dani said happily as she clicked the link to the forums. "Why don't you read up on it and I'll go make us some lunch."

As Dani started to get up, Andy gently took her right arm and signaled for her to stay sitting with him. "Let's go on a shopping spree at Victoria's Secret after we eat," he said. "We need to keep those gorgeous new C's of yours comfortable and happy!" He kissed her gently on the lips. "And let's see if Erin can come over for dinner tonight. I'd really like all 3 of us to talk this over."

Danielle had never felt so happy in her life.

 

"Have you ever had any of your male patients do this before?" Andy asked. He & Dani we sitting tightly on the couch, leaning slightly into each other. Erin Hunter sat in a leather chair across from them.

"No," Erin said. "When Dani brought this up, it was the first I had heard of Raw Ovarian Glandular or bovine ovary. But I did know about glandular therapy – it's been around forever... and very effective. But since then, I've done a lot of research into what you are taking."

"So it's safe?" he asked.

"It's safe. But it's robust. And it will become permanent if you do it too long."

"6 months is what I read?"

"Yes, 6 months is what all the information shows," Erin replied.

"And from what I've read, since I'm 2 months into this, if I stopped now, pretty much everything would revert back to before?"

"Yes, that's true. Your hormone balance would take at least as long to completely transition back as it took to get here, but none of that is permanent yet. All the other physical effects would stop. And with no large amounts of estrogen to support the current changes, the normal male hormone levels would pretty much get you back to before physically."

"Pretty much?" he asked.

"Any weight redistribution would revert back. Your skin would become male-feeling. The little pebbles you're starting to feel under your nipples might not go away completely. But they won't grow any more and they will shrink."

Andy leaned forward. "Look, Erin. You've known me for the better part of 10 years. So far, I really don't notice any difference in how I feel, think or act versus a couple of months ago. But Dani senses a lot. I do feel even closer to her... but I just feel 'normal'. Tell me honestly... have you seen any differences?"

Erin glanced at Dani – who was smiling and also starting to lean forward. Erin put down her wine and began... "I do know you well, Andy. Probably second to only Dani. And I want to tell you up-front that when she came up with this idea, I was skeptical that it would have any effect. Which is why, by the way, I ended up agreeing to her plan to not tell you and just try it to see if it worked. But I am a believer now. Yes, Andy, you HAVE changed and I see the changes progressing. Not in a big way... just in a subtle way. And certainly not in a bad way... actually, I see it as a really great thing. You seem much more content with everything and happy. The relationship between you & Dani has always been great, but now, it's even closer... individually and as a couple."

Andy's hand unconsciously went to Dani's. "I've read the same articles and research as you at this point. But please tell me as my doctor, if I continue to go down this path, what do you think we can expect... and when?" 

"As you no doubt have read, your progress is pretty much exactly on par with the reports. The pills cause a very slow conversion from male to female hormonal balance. But as it takes over, things progress."

"Like a hockey stick," Andy said.

"Well, a field hockey stick might be a better metaphor in this case," Erin said. They all laughed.

Erin continued... "You say that you haven't really noticed any of the psychological changes that Dani and I have noticed so far. Well, that might be because you were unaware and we were aware that you were taking something. But even if you didn't know now, you would absolutely start to notice very soon. All of that "girl" stuff is going to accelerate. You will become more sensitive. As you adapt to the changing hormone levels, you might become more emotional. But that will subside as you become accustomed to the levels. Things that you used to be into – sports, technology, porn..."

"Hey," Andy laughed. "You both know me better than that!"

"Kidding," Erin said with a smile. "But those things will become less important. And other things will replace them... to be honest, probably things that Dani likes but you've not really been into. Your taste in music & movies might change. Your taste in clothes might change. You'll certainly become a lot more attuned to what women wear."

"Like a gay guy?" Andy asked... only half joking.

Erin smirked. "Well, in some ways... yes. You will experience life in a much more feminine way and think like a girl. But your sexual orientation will not change – you will still like women."

"Only one," Andy said as he kissed Dani lightly on the cheek.

"Tell me about the physical changes," Andy asked.

"It's what you've read," Erin replied. "Your breasts have already started to develop. Given your progress, I'd think that within a month you will have breast buds that are obvious to anyone when you're naked. Under clothes, nobody should be able to tell anything for quite a while. And then you can just dress in loose clothes to go longer. The studies say that weight redistribution should start at about month 3 – at least noticeably. So your butt will round out and hips look larger. To me, I already think that your skin is starting to look softer. Your body hair growth will slow if it already hasn't."

"Sexual performance?"

"If you're talking about fertility," Erin began, "it has probably already begun. Your testosterone levels are already going to be way down. It might not be a bad idea to think about a sperm bank right away if you plan to take the pills any longer."

"How long will I still be able to get hard?" Andy asked.

Erin sat back in her chair and took a breath. After thinking, she said "let me ask you this?... how does losing that ability make you feel?"

"Wow," Andy said with a smile. "Now you sound like my shrink!"

"That's because I am being that right now, Andy," Erin replied. "This is a serious decision you are now facing. Ultimately, there is no half-way here. You will reach the point of no return. You can't be a guy with female emotions and that thinks like a female but not have physical female traits. Even if you hide them, they will be there. And as far as male sexual ability is concerned, make no mistake... this will make you infertile and unable to sexually perform as a male. And I'm talking about in the next few months."

Erin took a sip of her wine and sat forward. "But the reason I asked the question as I did, Andy... was to prompt you – both of you – to think about what you want. Right now. For 2 very important reasons. First, as your doctor and friend, I have never seen you two closer and more satisfied than I have seen you since the pills began. You told me the incredible intimacy you've shared over the past couple of days. I can think of nothing greater. And you didn't have to perform as a male there, Andy. So consider how great things can be... and what you leave behind may not really matter."




Transformations - A Love Story



"But the second thing," Erin continued, "is much more timely and scary. Dani, when you started Andy on the pills, it was just an innocent test. But as you saw some results, you got drawn in... you wanted more. And as your doctor, I have to admit it also happened to me. I didn't like the covert nature of how it started. But as it did and as I watched the changes happen, I wanted it to continue."

Erin sat forward on the edge of her chair to make sure she amplified her point. "In your research, I'm not sure if you read about 'the trap'?" 

Dani and Andy both nodded slightly. Erin continued, "In and of itself, bovine ovary is not an addictive product – not in the physiological sense like a narcotic or crack. But it is addictive in a psychological sense. And at least 2 out of the 3 of us right here have already experienced it. The changes are exciting. The changes are positive. But you WILL get drawn into them. And you probably won't be able to stop. A little emotional change and you want more. A little more intimacy progress and you want more. A little bit of physical change and you... will... want... more."

Erin went on... "Andy... you & Dani went to the mall today and bought new bras for Dani, right?"

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy helping her pick them out?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been interested in shopping for bras before?"

"No... I've always been more of a panty guy," he half-smiled.

"So now tell me the truth, Andy... As you were shopping with Dani for new bras... did you think about what it might feel like to wear a bra yourself?"

Andy took a deep breath and just stared. "Yes," he whispered.

"Has THAT ever happened before?"

"No."

"Now, close your eyes."

Andy obeyed.

"Tell me exactly what I am wearing," Erin asked.

"True Religion skinny jeans. No socks... bare feet. You had some cute pink sandals on when you got here. White t-shirt – v-neck plunge."

"What color is my bra?"

"Nude."

"How do you know?"

"I looked when you got here... when you bent down to slip off your sandals."

"Why?"

"I just wanted to know."

"Any pattern on my bra?"

"Slight lace on the sides and under-cup"

"How do you know?"

"I... I just wanted to know... I've been looking at the way the t-shirt flows over your breasts."

"Are you sexually attracted to me, Andy?"

"No!... I mean... no... but you know what I mean!"

Erin giggled. "I know what you mean. You and Dani are the most head-over-heels in love people I have never known. But I wanted to prove a point. Go ahead and open your eyes."

Andy did.

"You're not checking me or any other woman out for sexual reasons now. You're checking us out just like every other girl checks out other girls. We compare ourselves to other women. We just instinctively check out what they are wearing. We notice all the little details. We think about what things would look and feel like on us."

"Tell me the truth, Andy," Erin continued. "As you had your eyes closed and you were answering my questions... did you think about how every item of my clothing would look and feel on you?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"And are your nipples hard?... Excited?"

"Yes."

Erin sat back and took a sip of wine. "You are already thinking like a girl. You are already checking out other girls just like a girl does. You are already getting excited by the prospect of soft, sexy clothes touching your new body. And tell me the truth again, Andy... are you thinking about what a bigger set of tits like mine would feel on you?"

Andy just nodded his head. That was exactly what he was thinking about.

"You are already falling into the trap. And you are only 2 months in. Imagine how powerful the pull is going to be when you get closer to that 6-month point of no return? Each day and each night you'll take your pills. You'll take them with abandon just loving how things are progressing and wanting more. And you will wake up some day – you won't know when – but the changes will be permanent. So you had both better decide right now – while you still rationally can – if this is where you want to go? 'The trap' is real."

After Erin left, Andy and Dani went to their walk-in closet and got ready for bed. Andy in his normal boxer-briefs and Dani in her typical panties and silk chamise. They slipped into bed and immediately cuddled with each other.

"What are you thinking," Andy asked.

"I'm thinking that this is the happiest place on earth right now," and Dani gave Andy a soft kiss.

"But how do you feel about all of this?" he asked.

"Honestly... I feel like the only thing that needed to get figured out between us has been miraculously figured out in a way that we both like. But it's not what I think, babe... it's what you think."

"It's funny," Andy began, "I don't feel any different. I don't notice that I'm acting any different. It all just seems normal, status quo and natural. It's not until something gets pointed out to me that I can even contemplate that it might not be what I used to do."

Dani nuzzled her face against his shoulder – just an unconscious sign of love and support.

"Like when Erin asked me to close my eyes and describe what she was wearing. Until that moment, I had no idea that I had checked her out like that. Normally – whatever that means – when a guy sees a girl, he checks her out sexually – consciously or unconsciously, guys just do that. But tonight, Erin made me realize that I was now looking at women totally different. She was exactly right... I was checking out her body and clothes and relating it to me... down to little details that I would have never noticed before."

"She's right that that is what women do," Dani said.

"But I don't... or didn't," Andy said. "At least not before... when I really think about it. But the most amazing part is that it's just automatic and natural now. And until Erin forced me to think about it, I had no idea anything had changed. It's just natural now, I guess."

"Does that bother you?"

"How could it?" Andy replied. "I don't even notice it. I just do it. It's just me now. It would be like being bothered that I like the taste of pizza... I just do."

"But if you stopped taking the pills, it would probably change back," Dani said. "So while it might be natural, it's caused by something that you are taking."

"Dani, when I was a kid, my parents took me to the doctor and he prescribed ADD medication. I took it and it helped me... it changed me. It made me focus more and made me more successful. It made me more happy about life in general. But I also didn't really consciously notice how it impacted me... I just noticed the results and liked it. It became natural. And eventually, it became me... it became permanent."

Dani looked up into Andy's eyes. She was amazed at his openness and insight. "That's an amazing comparison."

"I like what I am," Andy began. "I liked what I was before, but I like what I am now, too. No reservations. And if what I am now makes you happier and makes us even closer, then I love that. And if that progresses and even becomes permanent, then I am just fine with that."

Andy rolled onto his back and pushed down the sheets slightly to expose his chest. "It's the physical effects that..."

"...you don't like," Dani said.

Andy paused... "No... that I'm not sure of." 

He pinched his left nipple, and it hardened. "I look at that and it doesn't look that much different... it's puffier, but not a lot. But I FEEL that and it feels... incredible. The sensations are amazing. I love it. And sitting here now, I'd like it to get even more sensitive. If that means they have to get a little larger, I'm OK with that... as long as I can get more of that feeling."

Dani began to lightly circle her finger around his right nipple.

"Ya... like that..." he whispered.

After a few moments, Andy continued, "But what Erin said about the trap... that's something I need to think about. Am I being lead down a path... where my desire for more good feelings is over-riding how I should feel about physical changes?"

"I think you look great," Dani whispered.

He hissed her forehead. "That means the world, babe... it really does. So no matter what, you need to help keep me grounded here. OK?"

"Absolutely, my love," she replied.

They hugged even closer, just gently moving their hands against each others' backs for a few moments.

"I don't want to go back," he whispered. "I want to go forward."

A single tear trickled down Dani's cheek; she was so happy. 

 

Through Month 4...

Dani woke as the sun started to shine through the drawn curtains in their bedroom. She looked across the bed at the clock. Just after 7:00.

Andy lay there on his back, sheets lightly across his chest. His left arm was up over his head, curled around his head. He had always been a stomach sleeper... but there he was in a more feminine pose. To Dani, his face had softened slightly. And while his facial hair still grew, it was substantially less... and softer.

She gently moved the sheets down to expose his chest. As the silk sheets slid across his chest, Dani noticed a slight sigh in his breathing. And when the sheets cleared his nipples, she saw that they had enjoyed the ride.

Andy's areolas had grown. Since they started measuring 2 months ago, they had gone from about an inch wide to now over an inch and a half. And they had started to darken. His nipples were permanently puffier, but with the tickling of the sheets, they had also hardened slightly and extended.

Andy opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring adoringly at him. He brought his right hand to her left arm which was propping her up and gave her a loving squeeze. "Good morning, my love," he said smiling.

Dani smiled. "Good morning, beautiful." She had noticed that Andy had seemed to enjoy being referred to with more feminine terms over the last few weeks. And as he started to gently stroke his right hand on her arm, she was rewarded with physical acknowledgement.

It was Saturday... measuring day. Since Dani had told Andy about the bovine ovary regimen 2 months before, they had started taking weekly notes on physical changes.

"Ready to see how we're doing?" she asked.

"Mmm," he replied with a smile.

They went to the counter in their bathroom and Dani took out the fabric tape measure. Andy stood naked in front of her.

"Ams up!" she playfully ordered. She wrapped the tape measure around his chest, just below his breasts. Then again, just above his breasts.

"Still 38," she said. "Bend over."

Andy bent at his waist so that his chest hung toward the floor. Dani wrapped the tape measure across his nipples and around his back.

She couldn't believe what she saw. So she loosened the tape and measured again. When she took it off, Andy bent back up.

"Tell me," he said.

"41... you went up half an inch in a week!"

Cup sizes for bras are measured by the difference between the size below your breasts vs the size around your breasts. Each 1-inch difference pretty much equates to an extra cup size. But guys automatically have a bigger chest measurement across the breasts than they do below. So when they took the first measurements 2 months ago, Andy was 38 below and 39.5 across his breasts. But 60 days later, he had already grown an inch and a half... with a half inch of that just in the last week. Dani ran it through her head... Andy had gone from a solid A cup to a small B.

"Wow," he said. He smiled.

"He's OK with this," she thought. And so was she.

"Booty time," she said playfully, and wrapped the tape measure around the widest part of his hips and butt.

"You're up another half inch this week!"

"Must be those protein shakes," Andy said.

"Well they certainly aren't settling here," Dani said as she wrapped the tape measure around his waist. "30... down just a touch from last week."

"Must be those sit-ups!" Andy said smiling.

In the 2 months they had been measuring, Andy had gained an inch and a half in his breasts, dropped an inch and a half in his waist and his hips and butt had grown just over an inch. Some of it – like the loss in his waist – was due to exercise. But the breast and butt changes weren't exercise. 

His body was now 41-30-38. Which at 5' 10" were good proportions. Female proportions.

She gave him a playful slap on his ass. "Let's hit the shower and get some coffee on the way to see Erin."

Andy put his hands gently on Dani's shoulders, "yes, ma'am," he whispered as they kissed.

"Can you take your shirt off for me," Erin Hunter asked after handing Dani and Andy cups of coffee when they arrived at her office.

Without even looking at the measurement chart Dani had emailed to her, Erin could see that his breast buds had expanded. Puffy mounds were very evident behind his darkened and expanded areolas.

"May I," Erin asked, gesturing that she wanted to examine them.

Andy looked to Dani. "You OK with this, babe?" he asked, giggling.

"Don't be an ass," she smiled. "Of course!"

The relative coldness of Erin's fingers shot waves of pleasure into Andy as soon as her fingers began to probe each of his breasts. She pinched gently around the areolas and could feel the hardness of the breast buds. They were already the width of the expanded areolas. "Well, these aren't pebbles any more," she smirked.

"Uh-mmm," Andy acknowledged with a happy moan.

"Any soreness?" she asked.

"More than last week," Andy admitted.

"The nipples or the breasts?"

"Well, the nipples are definitely sensitive... maybe even a bit more. But the breasts are much more so... and even more this week."

"You can put your shirt back on," Erin said. "Have a seat."

Dani & Andy sat close on the couch. Erin in the chair next to them.

"Any psychological changes that you've noticed in the last week, Andy?

He pursed his lips. "We were watching a movie Wednesday night... Safe Haven..."

"Julianne Hough, right?" Erin said.

"Yes," Andy replied, "she adorable," he smiled. "But we're just watching the movie and I started to get teary... just tears started running down my cheeks. And I couldn't stop. We had to turn it off."

"Well, I said you'd probably get more emotional as the hormone balance changed. You just need to get used to it and it will get better... I'm sure. All girls go through it." Erin paused, then said, "how's your love life?"

Dani and Andy instinctively took each others' hand. Dani rolled her eyes and smiled. "Dreamy!"

"Ya... that's a good word," Andy said as he took their hands to his face and kissed Dani's.

"How are you feeling about the physical changes, Andy?"

He looked down across his chest and body. "Well, I'm a little self-conscious about the breasts," he started. "I've given up on the idea of ever wearing tight shirts again!" he smiled. The sensitivity in the nipples has really expanded to the areolas and I'm really loving that. The soreness is increasing though, like we talked about." Then he gently patted his right hip down toward his seat, "the extra padding down here is kind of fun, though."

"Let's talk about the breast soreness," Erin said. She looked at the measurement chart Dani had emailed to her. "You're a 38-41 as of today. If you started as a girl, you'd be a C cup... same as Dani. You started as a boy, though. But even so, you're a B cup, Andy." Erin sat forward a bit. "There's no girl out there going through puberty that makes it to a B cup without starting to wear a bra. You're sore partially because they are developing... but mainly because they are flopping around," Erin smiled. "You need to strap those girls down!"

Andy felt a strong flutter of excitement at hearing Erin say that. Ever since that night 2 months ago when she had made him realize that he was checking out girl's clothes and had thought about what a bra might feel like, he had kept thinking about it. He wanted to broach the subject with Dani but felt funny about it – partially because he felt weird about it... but largely because it scared him. This was a big step.

Dani squeezed his hand in support. "We can get something without any padding and you'd never notice under your shirt."

Andy breathed deep and sighed.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Erin said.

"The trap," Andy replied.

Erin sat forward and took Andy's other hand. "I know you both love the changes on the inside," she started, "but you can't have those without the changes occurring on the outside, too. We talked about this."

They both nodded their heads.

Erin continued, "you're only 4 months into this. So if you stop, it all reverts back." She paused for dramatic effect. "But if you stop, it ALL reverts back."

Erin stopped there and fell silent for a while to let it sink in. It was easy to just go forward each day without really considering the big picture. But on a weekly basis at their meetings, she felt that she had to remind them both that this was 'all or nothing'.

"I don't want to go back," Andy finally said, breaking the silence. A tear ran down Dani's cheek, and she squeezed his had to say that she agreed.

"I love how I am," he continued, "I love what I have become and I want to go forward... I want more."

He looked to Dani. "I don't mind that my breasts are developing." He pursed his lips. "Actually... I kind of like it," he whispered in admission. "The buds look a little funny right now. But the idea of them filling out a bit and rounding out is kind of..."

"...sensuous," Dani finished.

They smiled into each others' eyes.

"I'm not ready to push them out and wear revealing tops, but the little secret of me having breasts hidden under my clothes?... I kind of like that," Andy said.

"And what about starting to wear a bra?" Erin asked. "Starting to wear women's clothing?"

That same excited flutter shot through Andy and he hoped that he hid it. "Half the planet wears a bra," he said. "What's one more?"

He looked to Dani and she nodded her agreement, wiping another tear of happiness from her cheek.

"You've been quiet today, Dani," Erin said. "Talk to me. How do you feel about all of this?"

Dani took in a deep breath and stuttered on it as nervous energy and excitement took hold. Then she spoke... "Andy... I have never been happier. I have always loved you and I have always loved US. And while I know you don't see the changes as much as I do, I love where this has all gone... for us, for you and for me. The very notion that you are willing to do this – realize them or not, you are going through these changes for US – is the most loving and selfless thing I could ever imagine."

She began to cry. Andy embraced her, wiping her cheeks. A few moments later, Dani composed herself and continued.

"I have always found you attractive. But I have to admit, I really like the overall physical changes. The general softening of your features is beautiful on you. You're going from handsome to beautiful. The curves you are developing are... very attractive to me. And the breasts you are developing.... I do like how they look. A lot. But even more, I am so enthralled that we share such an intimate physical feature now... one that I have been very aware of my whole life on me... but now one that I am able to truly share and enjoy with you. They have brought our intimacy to an incredible new level."

Andy brought Dani's right hand to his left breast and pushed both of their hands inward. "I love them, too."

The emotional scene was broken by Erin pulling a kleenex from the box... she had to wipe tears from her cheeks. At the sound, Andy and Dani looked at Erin, who said, "they should make movies about shit like this!"

They all laughed as she lightly blew her nose. Then they all sat back to enjoy a moment's break.

Finally, Erin said, "OK, so 2 months ago, we all decided to meet weekly and then at the end of each month, you both would decide if you wanted to continue. You should have used up the last of your pills this morning, right?" she asked.