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Altered Fates: Changes By Morpheus My toolbox felt heavy in my hand as I examined the room. It was a real mess. The walls were scorched, even badly burned in spots, the obvious marks of a fire. However, to my expert eye, the damage was only skin deep, fairly easy to repair. Still, it would several days to replace the sheet-rock and repair the walls, not to mention redoing the carpeting and paint. But it would give me a nice hefty paycheck. Apparently the fire had been caused by a candle or something about a month earlier, but the landlord wasn't completely sure. Especially since the woman who'd been renting that house from him had suddenly vanished at the same time. Without paying her rent. Pretty suspicious, but dealing with that wasn't my problem. Fixing it the house was. I turned and looked at the landlord. The guy was in his late forties and almost all bald, not to mention that he seemed sort of sleazy. "So..." I started, gesturing around the charred and smoke damaged furniture. "What do you want me to do with this stuff?" The landlord snorted. "I don't care. Just get rid of it." With that, he turned and left, leaving me to my work. After surveying the fire and smoke damage, I figured that a lot of the furniture and junk would probably be best in the dumpster. But then again, I was sure that the Salvation Army would appreciate some of it too. I felt a little guilty about disposing of someone else's stuff, but what else was I going to do? While I was clearing out the furniture, I found a large chest in one of the corners and stared at it curiously, wondering what was inside. However, the chest was locked so I couldn't find out, not that I really cared. I doubted that there was anything inside of any value at all and figured that it was just personal effects. Photo albums and the like. "Hmmm." I mused, admiring the chest. "I bet Jenny would love this." It did look pretty sturdy and I just knew that my wife would like to have it. The lock could be taken care of later. So with that, I loaded the trunk onto my truck and then went about finishing my job. I still had a long day ahead of me and a lot of work to do. --- I bent over, carefully looking at the padlock on the chest that I'd found earlier that day. It didn't look too tough. A quick snip with the master key, more commonly known as bolt cutters, and it would pop right open. "This chest would look fantastic against the wall." my wife Jenny said excitedly. "I could put some plants on top of it." Looking up, I smiled at Jenny, taking a long look at her. She was 5 foot 6, just 4 and a half inches shorter than me. Her hair was a soft, almost mousy brown that was shoulder length. And Jenny was a bit chubby, having gained a few pounds since we'd first gotten married 7 years earlier. However, she was still pretty cute and had the sweetest smile. I always felt lucky to have her as my wife. "I'll have this open in a minute." I told her, standing up and giving her a quick kiss before going to get my bolt cutters. Several minutes later, I returned to the living room, cut open the lock and opened the chest, not sure what I was going to find. Then my eyes went wide as I saw what was in it. Clothes...sort of, and other...things. "Oh my." Jenny gasped, blushing as she got a good look at the boxes contents. I just chuckled, shaking my head slightly as I looked at all the kinky fetish type clothing and the sex toys that filled the box. It was separated into three sections, the two outer ones being filled with clothes but he one in the middle having all sorts of dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, whips and other things that I didn't really recognize. "Kinky." I muttered, smiling faintly at Jenny's embarrassed response. She always had been a bit shy. Looking back in the chest, I noticed a tray filled with all sorts of jewelry. Some of it very nice looking while other bits looked a lot cheaper. I pulled out the cheapest looking piece, some sort of necklace with a picture of angel on it. After glancing at it for a second, I snorted and dropped it into the waste basket. "Hey..." Jenny complained, pulling the necklace back out of the waste basket. "I might want to look at this." I shrugged. "Sorry." Jenny just smiled, saying, "It is kind of cute." Then she slipped the necklace over her head and stuck her tongue out at me before she bent over to look in the chest. A moment later, Jenny pulled something out of the chest herself. It took me a moment to realize what it was, until she unfolded it and showed that it was some sort of black latex costume with what looked like a built in corset. "What do you think?" Jenny asked, holding the costume up against her, blushing a little bit. "Is it my style?" I just chuckled while Jenny dropped the costume back into the chest. "Me neither." she laughed. With that, we closed the chest and left it there. I wasn't sure what we were going to do with the stuff inside, but I knew that we certainly couldn't keep it. And at the same time, we couldn't just throw it out in the garbage either. What would the garbage man think if he saw it there? Or the neighbors? Then again, the very thought of that made me chuckle. After I'd went and put my tools away, I returned to the living room, planning to watch a little TV before I went off to bed. However, as soon as I saw Jenny sitting on the couch, I froze and couldn't help staring at her in confusion. "My clothes..." Jenny complained, tugging at her clothes, which were obviously far too tight. And just a short while earlier, they had all been fitting her perfectly. "What the..." I blinked, wondering what the hell was going on. My eyes went to Jenny's tits, which were noticeably larger and looking like they were about to burst right out of her stretched shirt. Then I noticed that her hair was much darker...and longer. Not to mention the fact that her whole body seemed to be bigger, stretching her clothes to where they were about to split at the seams. Jenny tore off her pants with a loud grunt, just as her shirt started to tear with a ripping sound. "What's happening to me Greg?" Jenny demanded in a scared voice. "I...I...I don't know." I whispered, unable to do anything but stare in stunned silence. After a moment more, Jenny finished tearing all of her clothes off and jumped to her feet, staring down at herself in amazement and running her hands over her obviously larger breasts. She looked at me, and then back down at herself while I just stared with my mouth hanging open. It was extremely obvious that her whole body was changing. She was noticeably taller, her breasts had grown to twice their previous size while her waist was thinning down right before my eyes. I looked at Jenny's hair, which continued to darken and lengthen. Her face didn't even look like hers anymore. Her formerly brown eyes stared back at me in dark gray, from a face that only slightly resembled her own. "What's happening to me?" Jenny asked me again, this time filled more with confusion and shock than fear. "I'm...I'm changing..." For the next several minutes, we both just stood where we were, both watching Jenny's body with equal fascination...and I had to admit on my own part, horniness. God she was starting to look hot. Finally, the changes seemed to stop. Or if they were still going on, they were so slow and minor that I could no longer see them. However, the woman that stood in front of me didn't resemble Jenny in the slightest. She was much taller, with larger and firmer breasts. Her whole body was no longer chubby at all, but having good muscle tone. Almost athletic. The face was no longer Jenny's...no longer cute, but gorgeous instead. With full and kissable lips. Her hair had changed as well, now being raven black and hanging down to the middle of her back. Even the color of her skin had changed slightly, darkening just a tiny bit, as if she had a very slight tan. "J...Jenny?" I whispered nervously. She nodded slowly, running her hands over her body then looking up with a stunned expression, "Oh God, Greg." Even her voice sounded completely different. It was lower...throatier and sexier. Gulping, I slowly moved towards Jenny, stopping just in front of her. I could tell that even accounting for my boots and her bare feet, she was now about my height or an inch taller. For a moment, all I could do was stare at her, feeling extremely turned on in spite of the strange circumstances. "Are you all right?" I asked gently, knowing that it sounded stupid even as I said it. "I mean do you feel all right?" Jenny nodded slowly. "Yeah. I..." She blinked, and then slowly smiled, "I feel great." I gently put my hand on her shoulder, half afraid that she was going to just vanish. Then, at her smile, my hand moved a little lower, touching her tits. There was no doubt that they certainly felt real. "I feel really good." Jenny exclaimed, looking down at herself with some admiration. "But what happened to me? Was it some sort of miracle?" "I don't know." I answered honestly, "But you look..." I gulped, hoping that I wouldn't offend her, "amazing." With that, turned and rushed to the bathroom and I followed her. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at herself, whispering, "I'm beautiful..." We stayed there for several minutes while we both admired Jenny's changed body. I felt a confused mixture of emotions. Fear and curiosity for what had happened to Jenny, and excited. Horny. Finally, Jenny turned to me and blushed, before whispering, "Let's...I want to try out my new body." Then the passionate kiss she planted on my lips left no doubt as to what she meant. And I certainly wasn't in any kind of mood to argue. A moment later, we were stripping off my clothes and moving towards the bedroom. --- In the morning, I winced from the gashes on my back as I readied myself for work. Jenny had never done that to me before, but then again, she'd never had fingernails as long or sharp as she did now either. In fact, she had been pretty aggressive all around while we were having sex, which was very unusual. I looked over to where Jenny was sitting at the table, sipping black coffee rather than her usual type with sugar and milk. She was looking rather thoughtful, then glanced up at me with a somewhat distant expression. "Are you all right?" I asked her gently, perhaps even a little hesitantly. Jenny frowned, "I'm fine." It was a little abrupt, but a moment later, she added, "It's just that something feels...wrong." Nodding, I looked at her wearing my bathrobe and commented, "You'll need to get some new clothes until you change back to normal." I told her, silently adding if she changed back to normal. Jenny just gave me an annoyed look. "I know." Shrugging, or at least starting to before I winced from the scratches on my back, I told her, "Bye honey. I'll be back from work as soon as I can." And with that, I hurried out the door, still worried about what had happened to Jenny and at the same time, anticipating another romp in bed with her once I got home. When I finally returned home at the end of the day, I was tired from a long days work, but still eager for a good dinner and then some close and personal time with Jenny. Not necessarily in that order either. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I gasped at the sight of Jenny. She was dressed in her new clothes, which were a little more revealing than what she normally wore. And she looked great in them, though I had a slightly guilty feeling, as if I was eyeing some other girl with my wife right there. "Wow." I commented, "That's a little more daring than you usually wear." Jenny just looked proud, gesturing down at herself and answering, "If you've got it, flaunt it." That certainly didn't sound like the shy Jenny that I knew, but there was no doubting that she definitely had it. A moment later, I hurried over to her and gave Jenny a kiss, however she didn't respond as passionately as I would have hoped. That dampened my enthusiasm, but not too much. I just figured that she was saving it for later that night. "What's for dinner?" I asked, glancing towards the kitchen. "I didn't feel like cooking today." Jenny answered, sounding slightly annoyed. "Oh." I muttered, deciding that she certainly deserved a break. After all, she had just changed her body completely and must have spent a good part of the day getting herself new clothes. "I want to go out tonight." Jenny told me, her voice sounding as if she'd already made up her mind. She obviously wanted to show off her new body in public. "I think Red Lobster sounds good." she mused. I gulped at that, knowing that it was going to be expensive, but I nodded my agreement. Dinner was somewhat strange as Jenny obviously enjoyed the attention. And then there was the fact that she seemed more confident. She ordered her own meal right away, rather than the both of us talking and then me ordering for the two of us. And throughout dinner, I couldn't help noticing her looking around at the various other people in the restaurant with a thoughtful look on her face. Later that night when we started getting ready for bed, I moved up close to Jenny to kiss her, feeling just a little intimidated by her new size, but extremely turned on. Her kiss was once again lacking passion, much to my disappointment. Jenny sighed, telling me, "Look Greg, I'm really just not in the mood tonight." I nodded, about ready to burst myself. I tried to encourage her interest though it only seemed to annoy her. Finally, I ended up going to sleep without being satisfied. --- The next day was about the same, but it was obvious from the first thing in the morning that Jenny was more confident than she used to be. However, she barely talked to me before I went to work, almost seeming eager to get rid of me. When I got home, I found Jenny dressed in clothes that were even more revealing than the day before, much to my surprise. She looked absolutely hot, even wearing high heels which she'd never done unless forced. However, I also saw that she hadn't done anything around the house like she normally did. The floors hadn't been vacuumed, there were dirty dishes in the sink and she hadn't made dinner again. This was definitely strange since Jenny was normally a neat freak. When I asked Jenny about dinner, she glared at me almost as if I'd insulted her. "I didn't feel like cooking." she snapped. Then she stepped towards me, asking, "Why don't you cook dinner tonight. I'll take care of it tomorrow." However, from the tone in her voice, it wasn't really a suggestion." I nodded nervously, feeling somewhat intimidated by Jenny at this point. With her high heels, she was noticeably taller than me now, even with my boots on. And her attitude was so...different. I'd never seen Jenny so aggressive, but she had slowly been growing more so since she had changed. "All right..." I nervously agreed, turning towards the kitchen. I was tired from a hard day at work and pretty hungry. But it looked like the only way that I was going to get something to eat was to fix it myself. Thank God for macaroni and cheese... After dinner, I leaned back in my chair, tired and ready for bed. Or at least for a little action. However, from Jenny's obvious unhappiness with what I'd fixed and her almost insulting comments, I was beginning to suspect that there wasn't going to be any action. "Since I cooked dinner..." I suggested, "Why don't you take care of the dishes?" Jenny just snorted. "You call that cooking dinner?" Then she stood up, making no move towards the kitchen. It was obvious that if the dishes were going to be done, I was going to have to do them myself. However, I wasn't quite in the mood for that and left them. Jenny could take care of them while I was at work the next day. Bedtime was about the same as the night before, except that Jenny didn't even give me a kiss goodnight. Instead, she gave me a look of disinterest...almost of distaste before going to bed without a word. I just felt horrible, suspecting that now that she looked so good, she could get any guy she wanted so wasn't quite as interested in me anymore. For a long time, I wished that I had changed into a hunk at the same time she had changed, before I finally fell asleep. --- I came home from work the next day, feeling rather nervous. I wasn't sure what to expect when I came home, only knowing that Jenny wasn't the same as before. I didn't know what had changed her or why, but she wasn't the same shy Jenny that I had married. Now, she was confident. VERY confident. Aggressive even. I just wasn't that comfortable around her anymore. When I went inside, I took a deep breath, reminding myself that it was still Jenny. She was just so caught up in her new body that she was overreacting. Taking advantage of the fantastic looks that she'd never had before. I couldn't blame her for that. Then I saw Jenny and my eyes went wide in surprise. She was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. But Jenny didn't smoke and hated even being around people who did. "What are you doing?" I demanded in surprise. "When did you start smoking?" Jenny looked up at me with an annoyed expression. "I felt like smoking." she explained, "Do you have a problem with that?" I blinked in further surprise at her aggressive reaction. She just stood up and glared at me, stopping just in front of me and blowing smoke in my face. "What about dinner?" I asked, trying to change the subject. With a sneer, Jenny snapped, "What do you think I am, your slave? Cook your own damn dinner." And with that, she turned and started to leave the room. "But Jenny..." I started. Jenny paused and turned towards me with a grimace. "Damn, I hate that name." she exclaimed. "It sounds so fucking...frumpy." I gasped and stared in Jenny. She didn't swear, or at least she didn't before her body had changed. "What's happening with you?" I gasped. "You're so...different." "I don't know what the hell happened to me," Jenny responded, rubbing her hands on her breasts with obvious enjoyment, "but I sure as hell like it." "But Jenny..." I started again. Jenny just glared at me. "Fuck that. Don't call me Jenny anymore..." She said her name as if it was something disgusting, "Call me..." she paused for a moment, taking a drag from her cigarette. Then as she blew a stream of smoke out, looking like she'd been doing it for years, she said, "Janice." "Janice?" I repeated, feeling rather confused by the whole situation. "Janice." she repeated before turning and leaving the room, and me in confusion. --- The next two days passed quickly, but painfully as well. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but I felt intimidated by Jenny...Janice. She was so...aggressive. So in control of everything it seemed. I couldn't help it but she made me feel small when I was near her, and it had only grown worse. Ever since that first night, I hadn't even had sex with her. At first Janice had been disinterested, but now she seemed almost disgusted by me for some reason. She'd even made me sleep on the couch for no apparent reason the night before. And it didn't help that she was constantly flaunting her body with very skimpy and revealing clothes. She seemed to take delight in showing me her body, in getting me all hard and ready to go, then to leave me hanging. I had just finished with my latest job, fixing up the apartment that I'd found the chest in. It had been hard work, but a nice paycheck. However, I was beginning to wish that I'd never accepted the job. Or at least never taken the chest home since it was right after opening it that Jenny had started changing into Janice. But now the job was finished, and I could go home a few hours early and then take the next several days off. When I returned home, I went in quietly, feeling nervous. I didn't know what I'd face when I saw Janice. It was almost like a stranger had taken over my wife, though there were a few rare occasions where I'd catch just the slightest glimpse of the old Jenny shining through. However, those were rare and might have just been my imagination. "Hello?" I called out, "I'm home." I stepped into the living room and stopped, staring at Janice in surprise. It was almost becoming a habit to do so. "Oh my God." I whispered. Janice put down her cigarette and stood up from the couch, revealing her clothes much clearer. She was wearing a black latex costume with thigh length matching boots that had high stiletto heels which made her look even taller. And more intimidating. There was a build in corset at her waist and she had long black latex opera gloves on. Her hair was pulled back in a braid and her face had dark makeup around her eyes and dark red lipstick, making her look gorgeous, but extremely dangerous at the same time. It took me a moment to realize that this was the same costume that she'd pulled out the first night...and it fit her perfectly. "What the..." I started, feeling confused. "As you can see..." Janice commented, not sounding the least bit embarrassed, "I have been looking at the contents of the chest while you were gone." I nodded, staring at her in amazement. "Damn you look hot." I whispered, wondering if she was getting interested in sex with me again. Maybe she just wanted it a little kinky now. "I also figured out how I changed this way." Janice commented, picking up the cheap looking necklace that we'd found in the box and stepping towards me. It took everything that I had to keep from stepping back. "How..." I gasped, quickly adding, "Now you can change back to normal." Janice glared at me, snapping, "Fuck that! Why the hell would I want to turn back into a frumpy housewife." She spat it in disgust, "I like being like this." She dropped the necklace over my head and snarled, "I LOVE being like this. Gorgeous. Strong. Confident. All of the things I never was before. "But..." I started, wondering where she was going. "I did discover several other things over the last few days." Janice commented, stepping away from me. "For one, I am no longer interested in men." She said 'men' with a look of distaste. "Oh..." I choked, feeling intimidated by her again, and hurt. Part of me wanted to leave the house, but my stubbornness and curiosity kept me there. Besides, deep inside, that was still my wife Jenny and there was a hope of getting her back. Janice returned to the couch and picked up her cigarette from the ash tray that she'd brought home several days earlier. She took a slow drag, then blew the smoke out overhead, never taking her eyes off of me. For a moment, she stood there watching me silently, almost predatorily. As if she was a cat watching a mouse, and I was the mouse. Finally, Janice took another drag from her cigarette and put it back down, moving towards the chest that sat off to the side. "I also noticed that there are clothes of two sizes and...styles." Janice commented, opening the chest and pulling a bundle of clothes out. "How did you change?" I asked hesitantly, "Why?" I had to know why my wife had turned into the gorgeous woman in front of me...and why she had been acting like a bitch ever since. "I was just going to show you." Janice said pleasantly, moving close to me and gently putting her hand on my cheek. "And satisfy myself at the same time." she mused, much quieter. With that, she took the bundle of clothes that she'd pulled out of the chest and pushed it against my chest. For a brief second, I thought that I felt a faint tingle...sort of like a static shock. Then Janice smiled, not the old smile which I loved, but her new...predatory smile. "Now we wait." Janice told me, putting the clothes on top of the trunk, adding, "I am rather curious to see the results." "Results of what?" I asked, feeling as if I'd missed something. However, Janice didn't answer. Instead, she gestured to the chair and said, "Sit." It wasn't a request. I hesitated for only a moment but my curiosity was too strong and I quickly did as she instructed, still wondering what was going on and when she was going to tell me how she'd changed. For a short while, I sat in the chair waiting, for what I didn't know. Janice just watched me with a strange expression, as if she was waiting for some thing as well. I tried asking, but she wouldn't say anything more about how she'd changed, only smiling faintly. Then, as I lifted my foot to cross my legs, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. My work boots were loose on my feet, even sliding slightly, which they'd never done before. My boots had always had a firm fit, so I was confused, even more so when I noticed that my clothes were all loose as well. "What the hell?" I gasp, jumping to my feet and grabbing at my shirt, which was looser than normal. The bottom of my pants drooped far too low and they were threatening to slide down, obviously no longer being held firm by my belt. "What's happening to me?" I demand in shock. Janice just laughed. "A demonstration." she answered. I stared at her in shock, but she just smiled from the couch and made no move to get up. Instead, she just watched me with interest. Almost eagerness. Frantically, I grabbed at my body, remembering with horror that this was much like what had happened to Jenny such a short time earlier. And now that I realized that my body had started to change, I could even feel it. My whole body felt...different. "Oh God." I gasped, my hands suddenly hitting an obstruction my chest. Two obstructions. My hands rested on my chest and I gulped at how familiar they felt to my palms, but how strange they felt on me. "No..." I gasped, my eyes going wide with renewed horror as I realized that I had to be turning into a woman. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at my chest, at the breasts that were obviously beginning to develop now that I realized what they were. I stared down at my hands, noticing that they were smaller...more feminine. Then I grimaced and started to frantically tear off my clothes, desperate to see the damage with my own eyes. "Interesting." Janice commented from the side, taking a long slow drag from a cigarette. "Very interesting." I wanted to glare at Janice, but I was too scared about what was happening. Instead, I finished tearing off my clothes and stared down at my naked body. The changes were drastic and obvious, and just as obviously not completed. My skin was smoother than before, with all of my body hair below my neck gone. My formerly hairy chest, arms and legs. ALL of it. I already knew that I was smaller, I had to be with the way my clothes had been hanging loose on me, but my whole body was thinner as well. And more...girlish. My hips looked wider and my chest had already developed into a small pair of breasts. Then I stared at my crotch. My cock was still there, though only half the size of normal and my balls were almost all the way gone. They seemed to recede inside my body the rest of the way as I watched, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh no..." I whispered, grabbing at my shrinking crotch. "Oh yes." Janice laughed. "I told you that I no longer had any interest in men, so I have decided to rectify our problem." I gasped, staring between her and my slowly growing chest. My whole body was still changing, much to my horror. I shuddered in terror and confusion, not knowing what I had done to deserve something like that. At this point, I was too stunned to do anything except stare at my body in shock while it continued to change. With every passing second, I felt smaller...weaker...more vulnerable. I'd felt somewhat like that since Jenny had changed, but not like I was now. Finally though, the changes seemed to stop, though I just stood there motionless, still staring down at myself for several minutes. "Very nice." Janice commented, standing up and moving towards me. Janice stopped next to me and I gasped, looking up...way up at her. She towered over me, making me feel even smaller, more insignificant. I shivered from fear, guessing that I couldn't be any more than 5 foot 4 or so. "A sexy looking little slut." Janice mused, grabbing one of my new tits painfully. "And firm." I managed to pull myself back and stare at her in horror, while Janice just laughed. Then, glancing down at myself again, I gulped, suddenly desperate to know what I'd turned into. Desperate to know how I looked. With that, I turned and ran for the bathroom. What I saw in the mirror was a shock. There was an extremely pretty girl in the mirror, looking to be no older than 19, but able to pass for as young as 16. She had big blue eyes and puffy lips, with long golden blonde hair that cascaded down her back. "Oh God." I whispered, my eyes moving to her short but sexy body. She...I had a nice set of tits. They were so round and firm looking that I nearly started to drool and probably would have if they weren't on me. She...I had a slender waist, fitting for her...my sexy little body. I gulped, looking at my crotch which was now entirely female...and completely bald. I could detect the faintest hints of stubble so it was obviously shaved that way rather than being natural. For a moment, I gently ran my finger over my new genitals, shivering from how sensitive they were. They pulled myself back and looked at my hands. They were definitely girl hands now, delicate and feminine with somewhat long fingernails. Groaning, I whimpered, "This can't be happening." Then, I turned around, finding Janice standing there, watching me with amusement...and I was sure...lust. "What the hell did you do to me?" I nearly screamed, my voice sounding alien to my ears. Like that of a girl and not my own. Janice's hand suddenly lashed out, catching me across the face and knocking me backwards. My cheek stung from the impact and I crouched backwards in fear. "Watch your mouth slut!" Janice ordered, glaring down at me. "Wh...why?" I stammered, cringing back. Janice slapped me again, growling, "Speak when spoken to." Her eyes seemed to dance slightly with either madness or arousal, though I couldn't be certain. Then, she said, "But I'll forgive you this once. I told you that I no longer like men, and the sight of you was making me sick." She sneered while I gulped. "And after seeing the clothes in the chest and realizing how this happened..." she gestured down at herself, "I decided to fix that...and satisfy my new...desires." I was just too stunned to do anything but stand there, staring at Janice. She just smiled faintly...coldly, then told me to follow her. There was a quiet threat in her voice and I didn't dare do anything to get her angrier at me. Not when I was so damn helpless. Once we were back in the living room, Janice the bundle of clothes from the top of the chest and tossed them to me, ordering me to get dressed. I gulped and slowly opened the bundle up while she dug around inside the chest for more stuff. "Oh God..." I gasped once I'd unfolded the bundle. It was a maid's uniform. A VERY skimpy looking one. Janice dropped a pair of black high heeled shoes to the floor, along with a few other items that obviously belonged with the uniform. "Get dressed now." she ordered. After a moment of hesitation, she slapped me again so I didn't waste any more time before I started to get dressed. It was absolutely humiliating to put the stuff on, but Janice made sure I did so. When I was finished, I stood up in the high heeled shoes, feeling a bit wobbly but not nearly as much as I would have expected. I looked down at myself and winced, seeing the fishnet stockings that went up to my thighs. Then there was the uniform. A maid's uniform right out of some perverted teenagers wet dream. My new tits nearly exploded from it, with my cleavage being shown. The thing even had an extremely high skirt...and I was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I'd never felt more humiliated in my life. "Good." Janice commented casually. "But you still need makeup." She paused for a moment, then added, "I shall instruct you how in the morning, but this shall work for the moment." "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked quietly, only to earn another painful slap. "Because I can." Janice told me. "Because I want to. You're mine now, body, mind and soul. The sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be." I just started to cry, surprising even myself since I hadn't done that in years. But I couldn't help it and burst into tears, only to be slapped and told to shut up. "You don't cry unless I tell you to." Janice snarled. Then she smiled faintly, looking around the room. "You complained that I didn't do any cooking or cleaning since I changed, and since you're so concerned about it, you will take care of those." She slapped me on my ass possessively, growling, "Now get your lazy ass to work." After only the briefest hesitation, I did what Janice told me to and rushed to the kitchen to start making dinner, or at least tried to as the heels slowed me down. I hated having to do it, but I knew that my only chance to get back to normal was to play along. For the moment. It wasn't easy working with my longer fingernails, but I quickly started to get used to them and managed to make dinner. Not that it was appreciated. Janice ate by herself, making me act as her maid and serve her. I was only allowed to eat after she was done, and then only from the small amount she put on her own plate and set on the floor without silverware. A short while later, I was busy doing the cleaning. Vacuuming and dusting, and worst of all, putting up with Janice. She'd ordered me to use a French accent, and whenever I slipped, she'd verbally tear into me, hitting me occasionally as well. I'd started getting a little more used to the heels, quicker than I would have expected. Unfortunately, Janice started to insist that I walk as girlish and sexy as I could. I hated it, feeling humiliated, but after she'd slapped me several more times, I definitely did my best. And to make it all even worse, I was starting to get horny. My nipples felt so hard that I was sure that they were going to poke straight out of the maid uniform. They were certainly visible at least. My crotch was dripping too, making my thighs feel slipper when I walked. It was only made worse by the fact that I had no underwear on. I didn't know why I was having that reaction. Perhaps it was watching Janice and her sexy body, perhaps it was being in a sexy little body myself. After all, I couldn't help but being turned on by the sight of myself and there was no way that I could escape it either. Either way, I was horny and unable to do anything about it. Janice made sure of that. While I was working, I managed to do a little thinking between Janice's constant demands. Enough to realize that I'd changed just after Janice had put the necklace on me, just as she had changed after she'd put it on. Obviously that was what had done it, not to mention what could undo it. However, Janice had taken after I'd undressed and I didn't know what she'd done with it. Only that she must have hidden it while I was making dinner. I knew that I'd have to find it if there was any chance of me or Janice going back to normal. Unfortunately though, I wasn't able to look for it at the moment. "Your drink madam..." I said in my best French accent, handing Janice the glass of scotch that she'd ordered me to bring her. "Good." Janice accepted the glass and took a sip from it. "Are you finished scrubbing the bathroom?" I nodded, "Yes...I mean oui." I gulped wincing at her glare and hoping that she didn't go after me any more. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be in the mood to...at least at the moment. "Then..." she paused and smiled, spreading her legs apart, "Start licking...and you'd better be good." Gulping, I nodded nervously. "Y...oui madam." And with that, I eagerly went to work. Later on, I had given Janice several orgasms before she finally started to play with me a little. By that time, I was horny as hell and dying for the attention. She slowly brought me to the edge several times and then cut back, torturing me and nearly driving me insane from the unbelievable need. I cried out and even begged her to let me cum. Finally though, after lots of begging, she finally let me orgasm. It exploded throughout my entire body and was stronger than any that I'd ever felt before. I nearly went unconscious from the force of it. When we finally went to bed, it was just another reminder of how much things had drastically changed. Janice went to sleep in our bed...while I was to sleep on the couch, being instructed to wake her up in the morning...with another licking. It was difficult going to sleep with my new body, but I was still feeling VERY good and finally drifted off to a night of extremely erotic dreams. --- The next morning was very similar to the night before. After I'd woken up and fixed breakfast, reminding myself the whole time that playing along was the only way to get back to normal, I woke up Janice as she'd instructed. I have her several orgasms, then she played with me, once again bringing me to the point where I was begging for release. After the wakeup call and breakfast, Janice gave me a makeup lesson, threatening that I'd better not forget what she showed me since she wouldn't repeat the lessons...and I had better not be cough without looking my best. Then finally, I was once again put in the maid's uniform and set to clean the house, this time more thoroughly than the night before. This time, Janice intended to inspect everything with white gloves, so I worked as hard as I could to avoid disappointing her. For some reason, I really didn't want to do that. It was nearly noon when Janice came into the living room, dressed in somewhat casual clothes. Revealing, but nothing that would be too noticeable like the latex costume she'd been wearing the night before. "Come here my sexy little slut." Janice ordered me, gesturing. I gulped and hurried across the room, barely even noticing the heels anymore. It was amazing how quickly I'd gotten used to them, as well as to walking with a sexy sway. "Oui madam..." I responded in my best French accent. I shook slightly while I stood there, trying not to squirm as I looked up at her. It was only more difficult as I was horny again, wishing that she'd go after me again. Or at the very least, have me go at her. Janice looked down on me with a faint sneer. "I am going out for awhile." she paused then added, "After you finish cleaning, you can rest until I get back, but don't you dare touch that phone or leave the house." She glared at me, asking, "Is that understood slut?" Gulping, I nodded "Oui madam. Then quietly asked, "Eez eet all right to watch television madam?" Again I used my best French accent, which I knew was not very good. Fortunately that didn't seem to really matter. For a moment, Janice looked thoughtful before answering "No. You may not watch TV." And with that, Janice turned and left, the front door slamming behind her. I stood there for several minutes, filled with a strange mixture of emotions. I let out a sigh of relief that she was gone, no longer intimidating or ordering me around. But at the same time, to my surprise, I felt...disappointed. Lonely. And just a tiny bit eager for her return. "What's happening to me?" I cried out, staring down at my hands...my red painted nails in confusion. After taking several slow deep breaths, I started towards the bathroom, scared and confused by my own inexplicable emotions. Why did I feel so small and vulnerable with her gone? In fact, it was almost as if a part of me was looking to her for protection and that didn't make any sense to me at all. But sense or not, that was what a part of me felt. A minute later, I had gone to the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror, staring at myself again, still hardly able to believe that the girl in the mirror was me. I even had on lots of makeup and bright red lipstick that made my lips look even more kissable. "Beautiful." I whispered before quickly turning away from my reflection in shame. "I've got to find that necklace." For the next half hour, I searched the house for the necklace, but there was no sign of it. I hadn't seen it while I was cleaning either, but I wasn't too surprised, only disappointed. Janice had either hidden it very well...or she'd taken it with her. And strangely, a small part of me actually felt guilty for looking. As if I was betraying her, when in truth, she was the one who'd betrayed me. I finally gave up looking for the necklace and turned to the chest, hoping...praying that I could find some clue in there as to how this had happened. Or perhaps, even some way to go back to normal. There was even a small hope that Janice might have hidden the necklace back in there since it was the only place I hadn't looked. "Here goes nuzzing." I mumbled in a bad French accent, slowly opening the chest. Inside, I saw the same things that I saw before. The chest was separated into 3 sections, of them holding clothes while the middle one held all the 'toys' and accessories. First, I looked through all the 'toys' and other jewelry, but I didn't find anything that looked even remotely like that cheap necklace. "No go there." I sighed, going to the next section. I pulled out one costume and unfolded it, seeing another black latex costume very similar to what Janice had already been wearing. And it looked to be in her size as well. I gulped and looked at the other costumes, opera gloves, spiked leather belts, high heels and thigh length stiletto boots that filled that section. There were several costumes, but there was one thing that I couldn't miss. They were all dominatrix costumes...and all in Janice's size. Feeling nervous, I moved to the other section and pulled another maids costume off of the top, then dug down and pulled out several more costumes. A cheerleaders uniform, a school girl uniform, a girl scout uniform, a waitress uniform and several skimpy leather and latex things. Even a dog collar and leash. They were not only all humiliating costumes...but in my new size as well. "Oh God." I whispered, shuddering nervously and looking around in fear of getting caught. It was obvious what the costumes were for. For a dominatrix and her submissive. And to my greater horror, I finally understood the changes that had overcome Janice and I both. We had been put into those roles. "I have to find the necklace." I said quietly. For a moment, I sat there, feeling distressed. I knew that I should be angry...furious, but I couldn't seem to quite get there. I could only feel annoyance at the most...and worry. Finally, I quickly put everything back in where I'd found them, afraid that Janice would come back at any moment and catch me. Finally, I sat down and started trying to think about my situation and how I could get out. Me and Janice both. However, I found myself absently fingering my wet crotch and my mind drifting to thoughts of sex. "Stop that." I told myself once I realized what I was doing. I crossed my hands in front of me and gulped, realizing how much trouble I was in. I was in danger of losing my very self it seemed, and knew that I should have been more scared than I was. I had to hold on. I had to. --- Over the next several days, things continued to change. Continued to go in the direction they had been going in, with no sign of the necklace or us going back to normal. I continued to do what Janice wanted, knowing that I had to play her game. However, whenever Janice gave me an order, I found myself hesitating less and less. Obeying without really thinking about it, as if it was normal. But then again, she was so big and strong. So smart and powerful that the very thought made me horny. I spent time dressed in the other costumes found in the chest, including just the dog collar. Janice loved trying the new toys out as well...much to my humiliation...and pleasure. Nothing could compare to some of what I had felt at her hands. Walking in heels was no longer a problem for me, feeling almost natural. I'd even become quite good at putting on makeup by myself. I knew that I had adapted very well to my situation and was secretly proud of that fact. For some reason, time didn't seem to be quite as noticeable to me. Then again, I was horny almost all the time now. I quite often lost myself entirely in daydreams of sex, unable to help myself. They were usually dreams of sex with Janice in nearly every way...often even humiliating...which only made me hornier. However, even thoughts of sex with men started to creep in, though that didn't bother me much like it once would have. Shaking off the distracting thoughts, I looked around quickly, feeling guilty at being distracted. I squirmed from my the need that filled my body, that almost always seemed to fill my body, then absently fingered myself while I used my other hand to finish dusting. I didn't want to disappoint Janice. However, as I continued with the cleaning, no longer dressed as a maid but with a slinky latex costume instead, it was still my responsibility to keep everything nice. I felt a faint surge of pride at that...and eagerness. But still, I couldn't help thinking about that necklace that had changed me and Janice. Even if I couldn't find it. "Oooh." I moaned slightly, smiling at my finger inside of me. Then I blinked and continued with my work, desperately wishing that Janice would come for me. Then, just as I started dusting a vase, an idea occurred to me. I blinked in surprise, knowing that I hadn't been thinking too clearly lately. I'd looked everywhere inside the house for the necklace while cleaning, but I hadn't actually looked inside of that vase. "Oh boy." I giggled slightly, feeling guilty as I bent over and carefully looked inside the vase. However, there was nothing there. It was empty, to my disappointment and...relief. Suddenly I heard something cracking behind me and snapped around, only to see Janice standing there in her full dominatrix costume, a whip held firmly in her hand. She watched me with an amused...almost hungry expression. "Looking for something slut?" Janice asked, the sarcasm evident in her voice. "The necklace perhaps." I was scared and ashamed of myself. Weakly, I nodded, "Yes mistress." I shivered slightly as that word had slipped out, almost without meaning to. "Mistress..." Janice whispered. "Yes. I like that." Then she announced, "You can look as much as you like, but you will never find it. Yesterday I took it out and threw it in a dumpster." She paused dramatically, adding, "I didn't want any...accidents." "Oh..." quietly escaped from my lips as I stared at her, my mind slipping from the topic at hand to licking her sexy cunt. I quickly forced it back to the topic at hand, or at least did my best do keep it there. Janice laughed...not the soft gentle laugh that Jenny used, but a harsher, almost cruel laugh. "I do not like to give up such power, but it was necessary." She snarled, "I would rather die than return to being that fucking wimp housewife." I stared down at the floor, absently admiring how sexy her feet looked in those heels. I shuddered slightly, realizing that there was no hope anymore. I was going to remain the nymphomaniac lesbian loveslave that I had become. Or was that bisexual? I giggled, wondering for a moment why I was worrying. A part of me knew that I should be furious. That I should be screaming out at what had happened and fighting as much as I could, but I wasn't. I didn't even think that I was capable of getting angry anymore. That emotion seemed so...distant. My whole life had been taken from me. Every bit of control and freedom. Even my identity. But I wasn't angered. I wasn't worried. I wasn't even afraid of the future since I knew emphatically that SHE would protect me. She would take care of me. It was such a strange sense of freedom that filled me. "Now come and lick my cunt you little slut." Janice ordered. Without hesitating, I started towards Janice, eager to please her. And then I'd get my reward and get to cum myself. I nearly orgasmed just in anticipation of it. There was no longer any thought of who I had been, only what I was. My mistresses' slave. THE END