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First my wife then me by Angela J. This story has sexual scenes involving a change of gender. If this type of story offends you, or if you are under age, or laws in your area prohibit reading this type of material, please do not read the story. If you have any comments or criticisms please e-mail me at [email protected] I do not want to remember my past self, but I have been ordered to write my story, so here it goes. I grew up in a mid size town in Texas. I had loving parents, who made sure that my early childhood was comfortable. In fact some say that I was more than a little spoiled. For example I was the first one in my neighborhood to get a bicycle. Although I was never good in sports, the kids always let me play with them since I owned the various balls. I had every thing a boy could want. So what went wrong, you ask? Why did I turn out like this? Did my parents raise me as a sissy? No. Both my parents followed traditional gender roles. My dad was an executive for a large corporation and had a very good salary. I wouldn't say that we were rich, but we were definitely in the upper middle class. My mom was a great housewife. Her cooking skill was famous in my neighborhood, and our house was always clean. Both my parents were religious and raised me to respect high morals. They detested effeminate men and made sure that I was masculine. I was not even allowed in the kitchen and was never asked to help clean the house. I was a boy. So what happened, you ask? Was I always like this? Some kids treated me like a wimp. But that wasn't my fault. And my father tried to help me to fight for self respect. I was small for my age and got picked on a lot. One time I came home crying after I got beat up by a neighborhood bully. My dad expressed great disappointment towards my sissy behaviors and told me that I was never to cry again. He made it clear that if I cried again, that I would no longer be his son. I never cried in front of my dad again. Some may say that my dad was cruel but I knew that he only wanted the best for me. At that time I thanked my dad for making me stronger. He knew that wimps finished last and he had high hopes for me. My dad wanted me to follow his footstep and go to college and get a job as an executive in a large firm. But that never happened. You see, I could never concentrate in my studies and was always a mediocre student at best. Therefore when I graduated from high school, I disappointed my dad by deciding not to go to college. Is that why, you ask? No. After all, I wasn't a total failure. After I graduated from high school, I started to work at a local restaurant as a waiter. Soon I became close friends with the owner and quickly became a manager. I made a descent salary and my life looked alright. All that was lacking from complete happiness was a loving wife. Because of my religious upbringing, I looked for a nice girl to marry. I wanted my future wife to have the same high moral frame work as myself. At first I had trouble meeting the girl of my dreams. All the girls that I knew were either femi-nazis, sluts, or both. All the girls felt that I was a dinosaur for wanting a virgin. Furthermore no girl wanted to give up her career to marry a mere restaurant manager. I almost gave up finding the girl of my dreams and almost settled on a girl that wanted a career. Then my dreams came true. I met Sarah two years and three months after high school graduation. Despite the fact that Sarah was three years older than me, she had traditional values. She was everything I wanted in a girl. She wanted desperately to be a housewife and a mother and had no interest in a career. But most importantly, she was a virgin. We instantly hit it off, and married only after two months of dating. In the beginning everything seemed wonderful. She was happy taking care of the housework and I had a descent job as a restaurant manager. But everything changed. The ownership of the restaurant where I worked changed. The new owner had a big hang up on education. Although I had more than two years of experience of working at the restaurant and one year experience as a manager, the owner informed me that all his managers would have to be college graduates. I had a choice of excepting my former position as a waiter or quit. I was so angry at this choice that I quit. You may say that this was stupid, but consider my position. The new owner's offer hurt my masculine pride, so what was a guy to do? I looked for another job but could only find jobs that paid minimum wage. In order to keep my self-respect I took the most masculine work I could find. I worked in a warehouse loading and unloading trucks. Carrying boxes that weighed up to fifty pounds was tough. Although my back constantly hurt, I would not admit defeat. The other guys at work were the tough sort, and therefore never complained about their work. They all knew that I had a cushy up bringing and treated me like an outsider. The fact that I could barely perform my duties didn't help matters. I had to prove to them that I was tough as well. I had to prove to them that I was one of them. In order to look like them, I stopped shaving and even let my hair grow. I looked like a punk, but also more like a tough guy. The pay would have been OK, if I was alone but it was impossible to support both me and my wife. I guess I could have gotten more pay if I accepted a job as a secretary or something, but that was out of the question. Besides, my parents helped us out at first, and other than minor embarrassment at loosing my independence, everything was all right. But even this did not last. My dad retired and was on a fixed income. Suddenly my mom's health started to fade and my parent's savings had to go to her hospital bills. My parents were no longer able to help us out. Something had to be done. During diner one evening my wife and I had a talk. She volunteered to look for a job. I was against it, but she pointed out that there was no other way. My once submissive wife began to assert her opinions and would not listen to my prideful orders. Finally I reluctantly agreed to let her look for a job. After just a couple of days of looking for a job, my wife informed me that she found a job as a secretary in a office in the downtown area. We were relieved when she began to bring in paychecks from her new job. I was becoming less of a man already but told my self that it was only temporary. I would soon find a good job and then demand my wife to quit. In the mean while, I was relieved that my wife cared enough about us to find a job to help out financially. But my relief and happiness were short lived. Sarah started to work more and more hours. Sometimes going on weekend business trips. And on the evenings when she was home, she refused to do her wife duties. She totally refused to cook and clean the house and her appetite for sex was decreasing. One night I was especially horny and demanded sex. "You are my wife, you are supposed to take care of the house work and perform your wife duties in bed," I insisted. But she refused, claiming that she was too tired. I was so angry at her that I forced her to suck my cock. Although she usually had great talents at performing oral sex, she did nothing to bring me off. So I grew even angrier. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and violently grabbed her and started to fuck her pussy. But this was also unsatisfactory. She just laid there doing nothing to encourage me. Her sad facial expression made me soft. To my deep shame, I pulled out my cock without cumming. From that day on I could not get a hard on in front of my wife. When she realized this fact she started to ask me to perform my husband duties in bed. She seemed to be amused by my difficulties and even teased me about it. I was so humiliated. I tried very hard to concentrate, but every time I tried to get a hard-on in front of her, I remembered her sad look and could not get my cock to rise to the occasion. I was becoming a looser. My relationship with my wife was becoming cold. I wanted to fuck my wife but could no longer function sexually with her. But I still needed sexual satisfaction and since I could get none from my wife, I needed other sources to satisfy my urges. However because of my moral upbringing, I could not cheat on my wife. At least that is what I told my self. Although I did not try to pick up any extra marital pussy, I knew in my heart that I could not score. Who would want a minimum wage earning looser. It would have been different if I was blessed with a great body, but I was rather small and probably could not attract many girls if I tried. Besides, there was no guarantee that I could function with other girls. Therefore during my lunch hours, I went to a local adult video store and jacked off watching videos in their private theaters. I felt very guilty about my daily masturbation lunch get aways. But what could I do. I told myself, "I am a man. I need relief." "My wife's sadistic teasing made it impossible for me to perform with her." "This is the only way I can keep myself from cheating." Then things went from bad to worse. Both my parents died in a car accident. My mom and dad were gone and I only had my wife. But did I really have her? The love between us seemed to have disappeared. Further something strange was happening. She began to dress more and more provocative to work. She wore very short miniskirts, revealing blouses and lots of makeup. It seemed to me that her look was inappropriate for an office. I began to suspect that she was having an affair behind my back. I should have confronted her directly but decided that our relationship was too rocky at the moment. So instead I merely asked her to quit her job. I told her that my parents' insurance money could help us financially until I found a better job. But she refused. When I insisted, she began to cry and claimed that she couldn't. This really worried me. Her job was supposed to be temporary and only necessary due to financial hardship. We now had some money from my parents' insurance, but she still said no. No she did not say "no" she said "I can't." What did this mean? In my heart I knew what that meant but denied it because I did not want to face the reality that she was having an affair. I was so afraid of her answer, that I did not even question her about her unusual dress habits for work. However I could not completely ignore her behavior. I desperately needed to find out what was going on. Therefore one day, I decided to follow her to her work place. I called in sick, and went out of the house pretending to go to work. Since I did not know exactly where she worked, I waited for her to leave. She came out of the house wearing a short red minidress. It was made out of latex rubber. It had a high neck and full zipper down the back. It was very tight. "That slut," I thought. She got into her Toyota Tercel and began to drive. I followed her but kept my distance in order not to be discovered. Instead of heading towards the downtown area she drove towards a suburb city. I was certain then, that she was cheating on me. "That whore will pay for it," I thought. My wife parked in front of a large two story house. She got out of her car and went inside the house. I decided to wait outside for thirty minutes. I wanted to catch her in the act. While waiting in my car, I talked to my self. "That slut," "That whore, after all I have done for her." "This is how she repays me." "I am going to kill her." "I am going to humiliate the slut and beat up the asshole that's fucking her." "She will beg me to forgive her, but I will spit on her face and demand a divorce." "She will cry and I will laugh." "I will enjoy seeing her cry." At once all my frustration came out in an overwhelming flood. My dad, mom, job, wife, all gone. I was all alone. For the first time since my dad warned me about crying, I began to cry. My father's words came flashing back to my conscience. "If you ever cry again, you will no longer be my son." These words, instead of making me stronger, made me cry even more. What was happening to me? It was all her fault. She was all I had. I had no other family and no friends. And she was cheating on me. "How dare the slut treat me this way," I told my self. I stopped crying and wiped my tears away. Although I had planned to wait thirty minutes to make sure to catch Sarah in the act, I ended up only waiting ten minutes. My emotions were taking over and I could no longer bring my self to think rationally. As I got out of my car, I began to cry again. I walked to the front door of the house. I wiped my tears away. Still wanting to catch her in the act, I tried to open the door without knocking, but the door was locked. Out of frustration and anger I began to furiously knock on the door. My wife answered wearing a maid's uniform. It was black with white lace around the sleeves. She also were black heels and a white satin apron. She had pulled down the top of the garment, completely exposing her large breasts. I was so dumb founded by her attire that I could not speak for a few seconds. A man approximately my size came out of a room. "Is it Bill and John?," the man asked in a deep voice. I violently pushed my wife aside and headed towards the man. "What are you doing to my wife, dick head," I yelled, and ran to him with my fists closed for action. As I came face to face with the man, he just looked at me with a grin on his face. Then he hit me in the stomach. I fell to the ground. "Get up you wimp," the man said. I got up but could do nothing else. Overwhelming fear struck me. I could do nothing. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and said, "I am fucking your wife, what you going to do about it." I wanted to say, "I am going to kill you." But I could not say anything. I just stared at him in fear. I don't know why I just stood there like a coward. I should have fought back. My days as a kid when was I was picked on by bigger guys came back in my mind. Back then I could do nothing to defend my self and even earned the nickname pussy. But this guy was not bigger than me. Yet my memories of fear and the terrible knots in my stomach came back to hunt me. Back then I did not fight back hoping that the other guy would show mercy. I feared that any action on my part would only provoke more violence towards me. But my dad had cured me from my sissy ways by teaching me to be tough. I no longer cried, at least not till earlier today. My current tormentor laughed at me. "What you going to do?" he asked. When I did not respond, he laughed and said "I thought so." Instead of showing mercy towards a coward, he punched me again knocking me out. When I awoke, I found my self tied to a chair in a bedroom. I was naked and my legs were spread out, each leg was tied to the front two legs of the chair. A rope went around my waist, and my hands were tied behind my back. My wife was standing next to me still wearing her maid uniform. The guy that beat me up and two big muscular men were also in the room looking at me. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked. " Where is my clothing?" I was embarrassed by the fact that these men could see my small cock, but I was more afraid than ashamed. "What are you going to do to me?" "So this is the slut's husband," said one of the tall muscular man. "Did the punk give you any problems, Steve?" "No, he was a total sissy, didn't even fight back," the guy that beat me up answered. At that all the men laughed. "Let me go please," I said. I should have demanded. But I was totally vulnerable. The smaller guy alone beat me up, and now there were two bigger guys with him. Further I was tied to a chair. Helpless as a baby. Naked as a baby. Why was I naked? Were they going to rape me? I didn't know how perverted these assholes were. I begged again "please." "I won't cause any trouble." I knew that my wife was watching me. I was totally humiliating my self in front of her. How could I look her in the eyes again? Would I still be a man in her eyes? I decided to be strong. "Look assholes, let me go and I won't press any charges against you." The muscular man that had been silent so far, came towards me and kicked me in the stomach. I could not breathe. A tear formed in my eye. I fought hard not to cry, but one of them noticed my single tear. "He is a sissy aright," laughed the small man named Steve. The silent muscular man kicked me in the stomach again. He didn't even wait until I caught my breath. During the entire event, my wife just stood still like a statute. She did not even ask the men to leave me alone. Because of the shortness of breath, all I could say was "stop." "Or what?" Steve asked. "Please." I begged. As far as I was concerned I was begging for my life. Although the feeling of shame was deep, my fear was deeper. My wife looked at me in disgust. How dare she. It was all her fault. She should know that I was no match against these bastards. What was I supposed to do? "What will you do if I tell my friend to stop kicking you," Steve, asked. I thought quickly. I will give an answer that a brave, but cunning man would give. Give in a little and wait to fight when the odds are a little better. "I will leave here and I won't even call the police," I responded. "Not good enough," said Steve. He nodded to one of his friends. One of the muscular man kicked me again. I did not know what to do. I could not breathe. My entire body was in tremendous pain. My life was in danger. Humiliation or no, I had to do anything to survive. After catching my breath, I bowed my head and said, "What do you want from me." Steve laughed and whispered something to his friends and to my wife. "Tell everyone what a sissy you are," he ordered. I couldn't. It was too much. All my life I ran away from that label and now this jerk was ordering to me to tell everyone that I was a sissy. He nodded to his friend again. I was terrified. Without thinking, I yelled, "I am a sissy." Everyone laughed, including Sarah. Despite my attempts to control myself, I started to cry. Steve seemed satisfied by my behavior. He ordered my wife to untie me. At least my nightmare was over. They were going to let me go. Yes, I was humiliated and I surrendered unconditionally, but few other men could have done otherwise when faced with the same situation. After my wife untied me, I looked for my clothing. My underwear, shirt, and jeans were located near the bed in the room. I started towards my clothing, but was stopped by the two muscular men. I looked at Steve with a puzzled expression. "I told you I won't cause any problems", I said. "You deserve punishment for being such a sissy," Steve said. Steve turned to Sarah and ordered, "Prepare to shave the sissy's entire body, except her hair on her head and her eye brows. Sarah walked out of the bedroom. I was flabbergasted. Finding myself naked and tied to a chair was weird enough. But this was beyond weird. There was no way they were going to shave my body. And he refered to me as a "her". What the hell was this jerk up to? I quickly started towards my clothing again, but one of the silent muscular man easily pushed me away. "Please," I said out of fear. "Let me go." "You can have my wife." Each muscular men grabbed one of my arms. I was trapped. I felt more scared that moment than ever before in my life. My entire body became limp. Between sobs, I asked "What are you planning to do to me?" But no one answered. My wife came back with a pink razor, shaving cream, a bowl of water and a towel. She came towards me. I tried to move away, but the two muscular men held me in place. I pleaded with my wife, but she just approached me with the razor and the shaving cream. Steve looked in my eyes and said, "If you don't stand still we are going to cut your small excuse for a dick off." I knew that this sadistic bastard might actually go through with his threat. Needless to say I stayed sill. Even as the two muscular men let go of me, and my wife proceeded to shave my face, I stood still shivering with shame and fear. My body hair disappeared next. After all my body hair was gone, Steve said "you stink, go take a bath." This was apparently funny to the men in the room, for they seemed unable to stop laughing. I, on the other hand, failed to see any humor in his statement. My wife took my hand and gently led me to the bathroom. The three men followed us out of the bedroom but stayed out side of the bathroom. Sarah closed the bathroom door behind us. This was my first opportunity alone with Sarah. "You got to help me," I whispered fearing that the men would hear us. "I can't," she said. Her answer angered me so much that I forgot about being quiet. "You fucking slut, what you mean you can't help me?" Sarah looked deeply ashamed of herself but did not reply to my questioning. She merely turned on the water and filled the bathtub with it. "What are you doing with these bastards anyway, you cunt." "Answer me you fucking slut." I threatened. She did not reply. She added a pink liquid soap that created bubbles. "You better take a bath or they will beat you up some more," she said. Fear came back to me. I knew that these guys could end up killing me or worse, so I went into the tub and started to scrub my self with the bubble water. The water had a sweet scent which my body absorbed. "I thought you were working in an office," I asked in low whisper. " I was," she answered in a quiet voice. "I answered an ad looking for a secretary." " When I arrived at the interview, Steve asked for my previous experiences." "I told him that I was a house wife and had no prior experiences as a secretary." "He then looked at my body and asked what my sexual experiences were." "I was dumbfounded, but we needed money, so I told him that you were the only man that I ever slept with." "He smiled and gave me the job." "At first it was just an ordinary secretary job." "But soon, Steve asked me to wear sexy clothing to work." "Since we needed the money, I agreed. "He then started to ask me to go on weekend trips with him." " I agreed." "We needed the money." "On one of these trips he seduced me." "It first started with just innocent patting and kissing and then he made love to me." "You are nothing but a whore," I said, " When I get out of this place, I am going to divorce you so fast..." I started to sob as Sarah finished her story. "I didn't like it at first, but he is so much bigger than you where it counts, and he knows how to use it." "You were the only one before him, I didn't know what I was missing." "One day I made the mistake of telling him how much I liked sex with him." "That is when he began to humiliate me and forced me to have sex with other men." "It seems that Steve belongs to a male organization that likes to turn pure women into sluts." "You took all this from them," I said, "You fucking cunt." Sarah closed her eyes showing an expression of desire that I never saw before. "It felt good," she said, "Its strange, but I liked being a submissive." "Now I obey every one of Steve's commands." "When I told Steve that you were impotent, he ordered me to demand sex from you and to tease you." I could not believe that my wife had betrayed my deepest secret. I couldn't even respond to her story. I was dumbfounded. "What's taking you two so long." came Steve's voice from outside the bathroom. "Hurry and finish up," Sarah said. She handed me a towel. I dried my self and was amazed at how soft and silky my hairless body felt. Steve opened the bathroom door. "Come-on, what's taking so long." "Get out here at this moment." We did as ordered. Steve asked my wife what went on in there. To my shock, Sarah told him everything. "What did the sissy call you?," asked Steve. "He called me a fucking slut and a fucking cunt," she answered. "Oh did he really," Steve smiled. "Go to the bedroom, both of you." I no longer had any strength or will to fight. My wife had betrayed my deepest secret. It seemed to me nothing else could happen to make my life any worse. I did not know how wrong I was. We went to the bedroom as ordered, and Steve and the two muscular men followed. Steve, without looking at me or my wife ordered my wife to take her clothing off. She took the maid dress off and then removed her flowery panties, bra and her red high heels. Out of fear I did and said nothing. "Put the panties on sissy," Steve said. "Who me?" I asked. Steve punched my stomach. "From now on you do as you are told without any lip understand." I nodded. This was crazy. But putting on Sarah's panties was better than getting hit again. Besides, I felt that I lost all my pride already. My former self would have never worn women's underwear. But that self seemed much weaker. I put the panties on. I felt ridiculous and blushed. "Put on the bra and the maid's uniform," said Steve. I obeyed this time without uttering a word. Using and humiliating my wife was not enough for these bastards, they had to humiliate me too. I began to get angry again, and was able to shake off the effect of my wife's ultimate betrayal a little. I was still shocked, but recovered enough of my senses to think about ways to get back some of my pride. I would someday get back at them. I would escape and tell the police. "Something doesn't look right, no boobs," said Steve, "We will do something about that." I didn't know what he was talking about, but dared not to ask any questions. If only I was more of a man and stood up to these assholes. "No, standing up to these assholes now would only get me hurt," I thought. I would act like I was defeated. And when they least expected, I would escape and get my revenge. "Put on the high heels." I once again obeyed. Keeping my balance became very difficult. Sensing my difficulties, Sarah proceeded to instruct me on how to walk in the dammed shoes. I learned quickly to take small steps and to gyrate my butt. My tormentors seemed amused. My wife then instructed me on how to make feminine gestures. Steve told me to pay close attention and practice or he would punch me again. I obeyed. After couple of hours of practicing to be feminine, Steve declared that I was doing fine. "Now fix the bitch's face." ordered Steve to my wife. My wife lead me to a vanity table and plucked my eyebrows. This worried me, since it was somewhat permanent, and it would be difficult to hide. But I was determined to catch my tormentors off guard so I did not complain. She instructed me on how to put make up on my face. I applied first foundation, then mascara, then rouge, and then lipstick according to Sarah's instructions. After my face was done I painted my finger nails and toe nails with a red paint. I also sprayed perfume in my chest area and behind my ears. Finally my wife fixed my long black hair in a feminine hair do. Steve produced a document and ordered me to sign. He said that it was a document giving him the power of attorney over all my affairs. When I refused to sign, the two muscular men came towards me. They were going to hit me. I signed before they got a chance. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of hitting me again. Besides I knew that the document would be no good since it was signed under duress. All I had to do was to get out of there and tell the police what happened. "Hey slut go lie in the bed and spread your legs." Steve said to my wife. My wife obeyed. "You called your wife a fucking slut and a fucking cunt." "Well we will show you what a slut she is." "You stand there in the corner and watch us fuck your wife." All three men got undressed and took turns fucking my wife. She seemed to enjoy it tremendously. Sarah never moaned like that when we had sex. While the men had their way with my wife, I stood there like an idiot in a maid's dress. I was indeed a sissy. After they were done fucking my wife, one of the muscular man went out of the room and returned with a jar. The jar contained white substance in it. He opened the jar and gave it to Sarah. She got up and placed the jar on the ground. She then crouched directly on top of the jar as is if she was going to take a pee. But instead of urine, the cum of the three men came out of her pussy and into the jar. One of the muscular man took the jar and closed it and took it out of the room. Steve said, "I hope you enjoyed the show." After the muscular man returned, Steve and his friends talked amongst themselves out of my ear shot. "Lets go," said Steve loudly. The two muscular men grabbed me and dragged me out of the room and into the living room area. Then they proceeded to drag me towards the front door. I thought that they were going to kick me out. "My clothing," I said. They ignored me and continued to drag me out of the house. "At least I will be free," I thought. "I will head straight to the police station." "No I will change first then head to the police station." But the men did not let me go, when we were outside. Instead they dragged me inside the back of a van that was parked in the driveway of the house. Few minutes later Steve came out of the house with my wife. He sat in the driver seat and my wife sat next to him. She wore her red minidress. He turned to his to companions and claimed that all the arrangements had been made at the clinic. Steve's statement scared me. What did he mean by clinic. I would have protested but my stomach still hurt from the punching, therefore I just sat there silently. We drove for about a mile. We stopped in front of a small white building. The two muscular men dragged me into the building. Steve and my wife followed us in. From the equipments inside, I could tell that we were in a small hospital. I began to panic. There were many devices in this establishment that could be used for torture. I knelt on the floor, and begged for my life. "Steve, please let me go, I will do anything." A man in a white coat came from another room. "Can't you keep the subject quiet," said the man in an annoyed voice. Steve yelled, "shut up, and nothing terrible will happen." "So this is the subject," the man in a white coat said as he looked at me, the coward still kneeling on the floor. "Get up and take your clothing off." I gladly obeyed for being naked was better than wearing the feminine clothing. "Lay her on the bed with her stomach down." ordered the man in the white coat. Before I could react, the two muscular men lifted me up and put me on a bed and held me there. I was laying with my stomach down, so I could not see what was happening. I pleaded with all of them. I begged again and again not to torture me. Then I suddenly felt a needle in my butt and began to slowly loose consciousness. At first I was relieved, they could not torture me if I fall asleep. Then I began imagine what they would do to me while I slept with my butt facing up. Fears of rape returned, but my thoughts slowly faded into nothingness as I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up I felt a heaviness in my chest area. I looked down and saw huge breasts! I panicked, they had given me tits! What's more my tits were bigger than my wife's! I didn't know what to do. I simply closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them again that my tits would be gone. But when I opened my eyes again my tits were still there! I used my hands to explore my new breasts and was amazed at how sensitive they were. My nipples actually began to harden from my touch! I yelled out in frustration. But my voice was gone. In its place was a very feminine pitched voice. I quickly moved my hands to cover my mouth and noticed how much fuller my lips were. "Your lips are now perfect for sucking dick," came Steve's voice from across the room. "You bastard," I said. A fear came to mind. What else did they do to me. My mind suddenly went to my crotch area. I sat up and looked and saw that I still had my dick and balls. I was at least relieved by it. At least my boobs could be surgically removed. I was not sure whether my dick and balls could have been restored if I had lost them. "You have been recovering for a week," stated Steve. "The doctor gave you tits, padded your butt, changed your vocal chords and made some minor adjustments to your face." "Plus two capsules were inserted in your body that will release strong female hormones for the rest of your life." I was horrified. "I know what your thinking," said Steve. "How am I going to pay for these surgeries?" "Don't worry your pretty little head, I loaned you the money." "You will pay me back once your house is sold." "Yes, I put your house for sale, you won't need it anymore." "You and your wife will be our organization's little toys and will live in our club house." "Won't that be fun?" As his statements began to sink in, I could do nothing but cry. The two muscular men and Sarah came into the room. One of the man moved forwards as if to hit me. Fear struck me and I begged not be hit. "Say thank you," said Steve. "What," I said. "Thank me for giving you a new life, or do you want some punishment?" stated Steve. I swallowed my pride and thanked them for what they had done to me. "By the way we allowed you to keep your balls and small dick for now," said Steve, "But you disobey us and we will come back to this clinic do you understand." I nodded with fear. My wife helped me out of the bed. I felt so weak. My new body was so strange. Sarah lead me to a bathroom in the clinic and ordered me to take a bath. I noticed that I no longer had any hair on my body, probably due to the hormones. As I took my bath in the scented water, I once again pleaded with my wife to help me. But she did not even reply. After I dried off, my wife instructed me to put on a pink panty and bra set, I did so without complaining. Then I was told to put on make up. I did so without her help. Finally she helped me to fix my hair. Just a few months back I was on the top of the world. I had a descent a job and a loving wife. But now... My wife left me alone in the bathroom for a while, which allowed me to contemplate my situation. Just a week ago I was a normal male, now I had a big butt and breasts. My long black hair was femininely cut. My face was changed too. My nose was smaller and my lips were fuller. I had a feminine voice and my body was receiving female hormones. I did not recognize myself in the mirror, I was a beautiful girl. Only my dick and balls suggested that I was a male. But tucked away in my pink panties, my tiny male organs were almost invisible. To all that would see me, I would appear as a girl. What's more, I was more beautiful than my wife! My former self would have never been able to score with a girl as beautiful as the one in the mirror. I only daydreamed about such gorgeous girls. Previously, I had only seen a nude girl with such a perfect body and face in X rated movies. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would become such a girl. Especially one so sexy. I knew that with my knew body that I could easily become a sensational star of an adult movie. Seducing any man would be easy. I cried in horror. I did not just shed a tear but broke out in sobs. I wanted to die and contemplated suicide. I looked in the bathroom cabinet and found some sleeping pills. But my religious up bringing prevented me from taking them. I knew that suicide would damm me into an eternity of hell. Even a life time of hell was better than an eternity of hell, so I decide against suicide. Few minutes later, my wife returned with a dress, pantyhose, and high heel shoes. She first told me to fix my make up again. I did so. I put on the pantyhose as instructed. And then my wife offered me the pink dress. The shoes were pumps. Just a week ago, I had never even thought about wearing even women's pants, and now here I was about to put on a dress. And worse yet, I had a body that would look absolutely perfect in a dress! I wore the dress and the shoes. My wife, then handed me the following: a pair of golden hooped earrings, a pair of bracelets, and a necklace. This was the first time that I noticed that my ears had been pierced. I put on the jewelry as instructed. My former self never wore jewelry except a watch. But now everything was different. When we exited the bathroom, the men whistled and smiled with approval. One of the muscular man actually had a hard-on. I couldn't help but notice the big disgusting cock straining against his pants. "I see that you are staring at my friend's cock," said Steve. "Do you want it?" "NO" I yelled. I was furious even at the mention of such things. Steve smiled, "Lets see, you called your wife a fucking slut and a fucking cunt." "Well we decided to make you a fucking slut and if you don't behave a fucking cunt." I was afraid of what he was saying. Was he going to make me suck off the muscular guy. Worse yet, he was threatening to cut off my dick. I would do anything to keep my manhood. "Please don't cut my dick off," I begged. "That will depend on your behavior," he said. "Time to go." The two men escorted me back into the back part of the van. It was strange walking around in my new body. My tits jiggled and my butt gyrated. Sarah sat in the front passenger seat and Steve drove. After few minutes of driving, we arrived at the adult video store that I used to frequent during my lunch hours. Steve turned back to me handed me some money. "Go in there and buy the biggest dildo you can find and a copy of playgirl," Steve said. I couldn't believe what he was telling me to do. This was too much. "I can't," I said. "I have been in here before, the store clerk may recognize me." "I knew she that was a slut," said one of the muscular man. "If you don't do as I say we will go back to the clinic," threatened Steve. His threat hit home, I had to keep my penis at all cost. "No not that," I begged. "Then go in there." I grabbed the money and went into the adult store. Immediately all dozen or so males in the establishment turned to look at me. The magazine section was in the back section of the store, so I had to walk to the back. All the male eyes followed my skirted bottom as I walked. The men must have enjoyed seeing my butt sway back and forth as I walked. I found a copy of playgirl magazine and grabbed it and headed back towards the front. As I walked one man grabbed his crotch in a suggestive manner and winked at me. My face turned bright red. I quickly looked away. My behavior seemed to encourage the man instead of discouraging him. He started to move towards me. The fact that a pretty girl would come to an adult movie store must have peeked his interests. And the fact that I blushed and looked away added to the intrigue. Making me seem somehow more feminine. To his eyes I must have seemed like a reluctant slut. Reluctant to show my true self. But with encouragement, someone that would explode with bottled up sexual intensity. I cringed at the knowledge that this man and all the other males in the store wanted to be the one to fuck the hell out of me. I ran towards the display case in the front, hoping to get out of the store as quickly as possible. As I ran my tits bounced uncontrollably. My new breasts felt strange, sensitive, and to my shame, pleasurable. When I arrived at the counter I began looking for a dildo. The clerk looked at me and smiled, "you must really be horny to run like that." "What," I said. "You just can't wait to cram a dildo up your pussy, can you," he said. "You know, you don't need plastic, I can give you the real thing." I ignored him. The dildos were inside a glass display case near the cash register. I had to ask for one of them. I just wanted to crawl away and die at that moment. But I knew that I had to go through with this ordeal to save my penis. I convinced myself that it was not that bad. "At least the store clerk did not recognize me", I thought. "I want this magazine and a dildo please," I said in a very quiet voice. "I can't hear you," said the clerk. In frustration, I yelled. "I want this playgirl magazine and a dildo." I could feel all the men's eyes on my big skirted ass. "Which dildo?," asked the clerk "The big one," I said, my head bowed in shame. I paid for the magazine and the dildo and walked as quickly as I could to the van. We drove back to the two story club house. Once inside the house, one of the muscular men, retrieved a video camera. He began to take pictures of me. Steve ordered me to strip. "Will the humiliation never end", I thought. I began to take my clothing off quickly, but Steve ordered me to strip tease the men. I followed his instructions. I was terribly ashamed. All three men got a hard-on from watching, and the worst part was that my wife also saw my shame. I knew that I could never again be a man in her eyes. After I took off all my clothing, Steve handed me the issue of the playgirl. "Look at the pictures and then start rubbing your private parts," Steve ordered. "I can't," I said. "Please, haven't you done enough?" "I..." "Back to the clinic?" Steve asked. "No," I said and followed Steve's instructions. I began by touching my breasts as I turned the pages. The feel excited me but the thought of actually getting excited while looking at pictures of naked men disgusted me. I wanted run away. I looked at Sarah for support but got none from her. She even mouthed a silent, "enjoy." Steve then handed me the dildo and told me to lick it. I again protested. "I guess she wants real cock," said one of the muscular man. Not wanting to lick a real cock, I began to lick the dildo. I was then instructed to suck on it. I did so. However it was so big, I could only get the head of the dildo in my mouth. During this entire ordeal the muscular man with the video camera continued to film me. My fear that I would become a star of a X rated movie was becoming a reality. Now shove that thing in your ass as far as it goes. I reluctantly obeyed. I had to tell myself that I was doing this in order to save my penis. It hurt like hell and I told Steve so. "Relax your muscles girl," Steve said. I tried and it felt a little better. But it still hurt. "Now turn the page and start fucking yourself with it." I once again obeyed. I thrust the dildo up my ass again and again. Despite my efforts not to be turned on by this activity I got excited from the fucking. If it wasn't for the female hormone in my body, I probably would have had a hard-on. But instead I was feeling for the first time in my life, feminine pleasures. Pleasures that can only be derived from being fucked. I could not control myself and began to moan with pleasure. "She likes the dildo," said the man with the camera. "No she likes the pictures of the naked men," said the other muscular man. They all laughed, even my wife. I came from dildo fucking myself. John turned to the man without the camera and said something. The muscular man left the room for a while. He returned with the jar full of cum that my wife had filled earlier. He opened the jar and place it near me. "I was saving that for your wife, but I think we will give it to you instead," Steve said, "Dunk the dildo into jar and lick the cum." "No," I said. This was the final straw. There was no way that they were going to make me lick cum. I wasn't going to do it. One of the muscular man began to unzip his pants. "She wants to drink from the tap." "No please," I said. "Then do as I say," said Steve. I dunk the dildo into the jar and then licked the salty liquid. "Look at the camera and look like you are enjoying it," ordered Steve. I smiled seductively as I dunk the dildo back into the jar and licked it clean once more. I repeated this humiliating act three more times. Each time making eye contact with the camera. Each time getting more and more used to the taste of sperm. "Now drink the entire thing from the jar." I hated my self for lacking the guts to fight these men, but gave up and I gulped the cum down. I even licked the jar clean. Even in X rated movies, I never saw such perverted acts as mine. I was acting like a first class slut. However despite all I had done, my ordeal was apparently not over. For as soon as I finished licking the last drop of cum, Steve announced new plans. "Now to the hotel," said Steve. I did not know what this meant but dressed quickly in my pink dress. The men forced me into the van once again. I took comfort in the fact, that at least for the time being, I was not forced to do anything humiliating. The incidents of the day had made me very tired. As I sat in the back of the van I began to feel sleepy. I thought back to what had happened so far, I got a feminine body, was forced to fuck myself with a dildo, and was forced to eat cum out of a jar. I fell asleep from mental exhaustion. In what seemed like few minutes later ,we arrived at a hotel. Steve rented a big room on the sixth floor. After we got into our room, Steve ordered my wife to take everything off except her panties. She did so. "Now go downstairs and tell the clerk that you locked yourself out and ask him to open the door for you," ordered Steve to my wife. Sarah left the room wearing only her panties. I was actually happy that Sarah was apparently being humiliated instead of me. "Oh, how my life has changed," I thought. Few minutes later I heard the clerk and my wife outside of the hotel room. The clerk turned the door knob. "The door is open, it wasn't even locked," said the clerk Steve addressed the clerk, "I am sorry, this girl is a slut and obviously she was playing games with you." "She will pay for her silliness." "Now go pay the clerk." My wife went to the clerk and kissed him in the mouth. She then dropped to her knees and undid the clerk's zipper. She took out his cock and sucked on it. Few minutes later, he came and she swallowed his cum. She licked his cock clean and then put it back into his pants. "Was that satisfactory payment for your troubles?," asked Steve. "Yes sir," answered the clerk with a smile. He then left the room. Steve turned to me, "Now your turn." "What," I said. "The clerk will know that the door is not locked." "Please don't make me do this." "You want to go back to the clinic?," Steve asked. "No," I answered meekly. "Then go to it girl," Steve ordered. "By the way the clerk better be happy with your performance or off to the clinic we go." I took off all of my clothing except my panties. I was amazed that no sign of my manhood was present. The panty was flat as if I had a pussy. The female hormones must have shrunken my already small penis. I went out into the hall area. Someone might see me dressed like this, I thought. My heart pounded so fast that I thought I would have a heart attack. Luckily no one was in the hall area. I quickly went to the elevator, my tits bouncing up and down, as I walked. I pushed the button to go down to the main lobby area. I hoped that no one would see me dressed in only in my pink panties. The elevator door suddenly opened on the fifth floor, and there was a man. He looked shocked. Fortunately he seemed rather embarrassed to see me wearing nothing but panties, and he actually looked away and downwards. I was thankful that this man was modest. He came into the elevator and pushed the button for the lobby. As the elevator went down, the awkward silence between me and the man became obvious. I was ashamed to contemplate about what this man was thinking of me. The main lobby was empty except for an elderly couple and two clerks. The clerk that was in our room was telling his coworker about his earlier adventure. I walked to the clerks. "I have locked my self out of my room, could one of you please open the door for me?," I said. "I will" both men replied at the same time and began to debate. "You already had your fun now its my turn," said one. "I have worked here longer therefore I have priority," said the other. I looked over at the elderly couple and saw the man smiling. The woman glared at me with a disgusted expression. "More people might come to the lobby", I thought. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible, and these idiots were busy arguing about who was going upstairs with me. "You can both come upstairs," I said. They seemed very happy at my suggestion and followed me to the elevator. No one was in the elevator this time. "You are very naughty," said one clerk to me. I was quickly becoming a slut in everyone's eyes and there was nothing I could do. I just ignored him. No one was in the hallway and we quickly went to our room. When we went inside, Steve looked shocked. "Two of you?" asked Steve. "The lady asked both of us both to cum upstairs," one clerk answered. Steve looked at me and smiled. I looked away in shame. These idiots made it sound like I actually asked the both of them to service me. I knew what I had to do to save my dick and balls. So without waiting for orders, I went towards the clerk that was sucked by my wife and began to kiss him. His tongue thrust in my mouth. I was repulsed but remembered Steve's threat so I thrust my tongue gently back into his mouth. Our tongues danced in each other's mouth. His hands grabbed my tits. The other clerk moved behind me and began to fondle my pantied ass with his big hands. Despite my repulsion I felt pleasure from having my tits and ass handled by masculine hands. I began to moan. I was actually getting turned on! I became afraid that these male hands might actually make me cum. How can I live with myself, if I let my self get sexual fulfillment from two males. I had to act quickly and bring these guys off so I can end this ordeal. There was only one way, that I could stop these idiots from man handling me. Despite the disgust at what I had to do, I knew that I had to bring these guys off, if I wanted the men to stop touching me. I dropped to my knees and opened the zipper of the guy who was sucked off by my wife. I took his cock out and massaged it with my right hand. It was shameful to know that I was actually handling the same cock that my wife sucked just minutes before. In a way I was sharing a cock with my wife. Without letting go the cock in my right hand I took out the other clerk's cock with my left hand. I simultaneously masturbated both cocks in my hand for two minutes. But neither men seemed to reach orgasm. I knew that I had to suck cock. I told myself that I would do it to save my penis. I held both cocks by their base and began to suck on each cock. I alternated between the cocks. I licked the heads of the cocks as I sucked. The first clerk's cock was slightly bigger and it tasted a little saltier. If I sucked off these men's cocks again I could probably tell which cock belonged to which man even without looking. My growing knowledge of these men's private parts disturbed me. I did my best to bring these guys off in order to please Steve. I hoped that if I did what I was told, Steve would finally let me go. One then the other guy came in my mouth and I gulped down their cum. I then licked each cock clean and placed them back into their pants. "Thank the gentlemen for participating in your naughty games, Angela," said Steve. I figured that Angela was my new name and thanked the two clerks for letting me suck their cocks. The clerks smiled. "You are a better cocksucker than the other girl," said the one that my wife and I sucked off." Sarah started to laugh aloud. The clerks looked puzzled. Steve looked at me and said, "She gets a lot of practice." "Tell the men how much you like sucking cocks." I wanted the clerks out of the room. I could no longer look at them in their eyes. Somehow I felt inferior. Me, inferior to hotel clerks! "I love sucking cocks," I said timidly. Satisfied, Steve hurriedly ushered the clerks out of the room. Once the clerks were gone, Sarah asked me to teach her how to be a great cocksucker. I looked away in shame. Steve came over to me and told me to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I did as ordered. I knew then that I would have to suck more cocks that day. The two muscular man following Steve's lead also offered their cocks to me. Without instructions, I fell to my knees again. I grabbed the two muscular men's cocks in each of my hands and at the same time sucked Steve's cock. As I sucked Steve's cock, Sarah looked on with interest. She claimed that she was trying to learn my techniques. Steve stated that I was a great cocksucker and that I should offer a class in cock sucking. "I will be her first student," stated Sarah. To my deep shame, a mental picture of me teaching a cocksucking class appeared in my head. I taught a room full of women how to satisfy men orally. My thoughts were interrupted by Steve cumming in my mouth. Because I was not paying attention a few drops followed out of my mouth and on my face. Once Steve took his cock out of my mouth, Sarah came to me. Sarah wiped the cum off of my face and offered it to me. With two cocks still in my hands, I licked the cum off of Sarah's hand. The two muscular men came from my hand job and the show. Without any orders, I licked every cock and my hands clean. "You were a good girl," said Steve. "Due to your good behavior, I forgive you for insulting me and my friends." "But you insulted Sarah as well." "You called her a fucking cunt." "For that she has the option of making you a fucking cunt." Steve was going to allow my wife to choose. If she wanted she could end my torment. So far she had betrayed me, but this time... Another betrayal meant that I would loose my penis. I looked at my wife, but she did not say anything. "Please forgive me Sarah," I said to my wife. "I love you." She turned to Steve and asked, "what will make you happy?" "You know what will make me happy, honey" said Steve. "Please," I said crying for mercy. She thought for a second. and then said, "She was never much of a man anyways. She might like being a girl and I always wanted a sister. Turn her into a fucking cunt." Steve smiled with approval. I screamed and ran for the hotel room door. But before I could get away, the two muscular men grabbed me. One of them injected me with a sleep inducer and I became unconscious. I woke up in the bedroom in the club house. I was alone in the room. I had nothing on. My first thought was my dick and balls. I had to check, but my boobs blocked the view. I tried to get up, but discovered that I was tied to the bed. The rope that tied my hands allowed some movement, so I touched my private area. I did not find a dick or balls. Instead I found a pussy! In disbelief, I inserted and finger. My finger easily penetrated my pussy. Suddenly the door swung open. Steve and my wife walked in. "Can't wait to play with your pussy I see," said Steve "How do you feel Angela?" my wife asked. "What do you think, you fucking cunt, you gave me a pussy," I said. Steve laughed at me. "Yes now you are a cunt too, but not a fucking one yet." "We will soon solve that." I begged Steve and my wife to spare me the final humiliation. But they just laughed. My wife untied me from the bed. Perhaps they changed their mind. Perhaps they would allow me to leave. They took me into the living room. My hopes fell. In the living room there were some twenty or so men. They were all watching the video tape of me playing with the dildo. "Meet the entire gentlemen's club, Angela," said Steve. "You called your wife a fucking cunt, and she is." "In fact I made her that way." "But I decided to make you more of fucking cunt than your wife." "You will do something she has never done before." "You will be fucked by the entire club at one time." I screamed and kicked. But there were too many men. They grabbed me. Their big hands touched every part of my body. Hands felt my butt and my tits. Fingers were inserted in my anus and my pussy. Despite my mental rebellion, my body responded with great pleasure. Between forced moans, I pleaded the men to stop. Suddenly they did. I looked at them with new hopes. However my hopes did not last long. "Me first," said Steve. The men held me in place while Steve undressed. He approached me and poised his cock for penetration. He first inserted slowly the head of his cock in my pussy. It hurt a bit. He then inserted his entire cock. I was being fucked. I had a pussy that was stuffed with cock.. My wife was right, Steve had an enormous cock. He started to fuck me hard. He thrust his cock in and out. Although he was the first man to fuck me, I knew that he was very good. It felt wonderful. I had my first female orgasm with Steve. I cried out with pleasure more loudly than ever before. Steve came inside of me soon afterwards. After Steve discharged into my pussy he withdrew. A part of me was glad that it was over, but another part of me wanted more cock. I started to understand why my wife was so willing to obey any of Steve's commands. He was an excellent fucker. A part of me wanted to be totally submissive, to surrender completely to feminine desires. The two muscular men were next. One inserted his cock in my mouth while the other fucked my pussy. Being double fucked by these muscle men felt great, but part of me was still able to rebel. I had another orgasm but it wasn't as fulfilling as the one I had with Steve. After both men discharged their loads in my body, I begged the club to let me go. I even pleaded with my wife again. But my ordeal continued. Other men got into the action. Every hole in my body were filled at the same time. Even my hands had cocks in them. At first I did not cooperate. But soon, I began to feel great pleasure again. Despite my shame and upbringing, I started to enjoy myself tremendously. I had orgasm after orgasm. The part of me that hated what was happening faded completely. My former self vanished, and in his place was a submissive slut. From that point on, I knew that I would do anything to please men. I worked hard to bring the men off. When a cock came in my mouth, pussy, ass, or my hands, it was replaced by another cock. Cock after cock satisfied every one of mine feminine urges. Soon I began to beg the men to fuck me forever. The fucking continued for hours until every member of the club came two or three times. When it was over I laid down on a sofa, exhausted. My former wife came to me and asked, "Did you enjoy yourself, Angela?" I answered with sincerity, "Yes, thank you Sarah for making me a fucking cunt."