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From Ricky to Ricki Judi, I just don't know what to do with Ricky. He is becoming more of a chauvinistic, insensitive pig every day. I can remember how romantic he was when we meet and how sensitive he was to my needs, but know; all he thinks of is drinking, sports and having me wait on him. But last night was the final straw. As is usually the case, Don, one of his friends at work was over to watch sports on the TV with Ricky. I of coarse had to make snacks, serve and wait on there every need, which was hollered from the other room, and listen to their analysis of the latest baseball game. I can not recall having but one drink, but I woke up this morning and can't remember most of the evening. I could tell that we had had sex last night and in fact, I was embarrassed to see I had put my gown on backwards and my panties missing. I can not imagine that I had that much to drink, and I have never had anything like that happen before. It really has me scared that I could have lost that much control. Ricky did not seem upset with me when he left for the office, but I am still a wreck and have not been able to stop crying all morning. Judi was my best friend and also my gynecologist and probably knew me better than anyone on the planet. I had called her as soon as Ricky had left the house, and she had rushed over to help me. She asked if I had noticed any other side effects from the drinking. I told her that in fact, I did. I woke up with a terrific headache, but not like a hangover, more like a really bad sinus headache. My stomach was not upset and I could remember my errands and activities earlier in the day, but almost nothing after Don came over. Judi asked if Don wasn't the one who liked to go to the pick-up bars and I told her that he was. I have pleaded with Ricky to not hang out with him, since I find him crude and degrading to women, but Ricky and he spend more time together now that ever. He has had a really bad macho influence on Ricky's behavior and it seems to be getting worse. Judi asked if I had cleaned up from last night yet and I told her that I was too scared and emotional to have done anything, even take a shower. She went into the den, found the highball glasses still on the table and asked if she could borrow them for a few hours. I had no idea why, but readily agreed and she suggested I get dressed and come down to her office as soon as I could--but to not douche, shower or anything else before I came. The morning was getting weirder by the minute, but I totally trusted Judi and agreed to see her at her office when it opened at 10:00. Judi left and I straighten up some of the room and then dressed. By 10:00 I was in Judi's waiting room and immediately shown to an examination room. Judi came in and said she had solved the mystery as to my sudden memory loss--I had been drugged with the ?date-rape? drug. It left you conscious, but unable to remember what had happened the next day. I was stunned. I could not even think of Ricky doing something so vile and told Judi so. She said he may not have even known until I was already under the influence of the drug. She suspected Don as the guilty party and that he wanted to ?practice? on someone and see the effects before he used the drug in one of the bar hopping forays. However to make sure I had not been taken advantage of, she would like to take a sample from my vagina and make sure there was not more than one type of sperm present. Now examinations are never enjoyable, but this one was a nightmare as my mind thought about divorcing Ricky and what I was going to do with my life. Judi came back in a short period of time and told me that there was only one type of sperm present and chances were, it was Ricky's. I was still crying as Judi tried to comfort me and I told her that I did not know what to do. Ricky had been the perfect, sensitive husband when we were first married, but now I did not know how she would ever be able to trust him or live with him. Judi listened and then asked me if I could get that sensitive person back, and make Ricky no longer hang out with Don, would I want him? I thought about the question and said if that was possible, I probably would, but I still had the trust issue. She smiled and said she had an idea, if I was willing. My name is Amber and at 37 I was still very attractive, usually very confident and well thought of by my staff at work. I run a personnel agency and have been highly successful for many years. I had also inherited some money when my parents were killed in a plane accident accident. Ricky had provided well for us, but we had agreed early on in our marriage for both of us to maintain some of our individual money for personal use, gifts, trips, etc. Ricky worked at a large advertising agency and had a high-pressure job. He was very creative and had done well with the agency over the years. He had thought about creating his own ad agency, but I could tell that he was just as glad to have someone else have the daily problems of running an agency, he really loved writing copy and creating ads. Judi outlined her plan and suggest we start immediately, since with Don still around, this could happen again. I agreed and we prepared our plan to start that evening. Ricky usually got home about 6:30pm had a couple of drinks and then I served him dinner. Judi said she would come over when her office closed and bring everything that we needed with her. She also told me that she was going to call a physician friend of hers named Stella, who would call me after lunch and get some information from me on Ricky's normal behavior, and the behavior I would like to see in place of that. Then she and Stella would come to the house around 5:00pm and both are there when Ricky came home. She also had me call Ricky at work and tell him to make sure Don did not come over that night, we were having some quests. Stella did call and rather than talk on the phone, she suggest she come by and meet me in person, as soon as possible. Stella arrived in less than an hour and was absolutely beautiful. She was sharply dressed and would turn any man's head easily with her beauty. She put me at ease almost immediately and we were having coffee and talking like old friends within a few minutes. I showed her a wedding picture of Ricky and I and she commented on how similar in height and weight we both were. I agreed and told her that Ricky was only 5'9? and usually weighted about 140, although he had put on some weight lately. Ricky had always taken good care of him and always been proud of having such a small waist (usually around 28?). In fact, when we went shopping for him, the tailor had to alter all of his slacks in the waist and seat to make them fit. With his height, weight and small waist, Stella commented that he had more of a woman's figure than a mans. I agreed and said that we had both laughed that it would be easier for us to find him slacks in the women's department, than it was in the men's department. Stella and I had talked for two hours, with her asking me hundred of questions about Ricky: what he was like now; what he had been like when we were first dating; right after we were first married; how tender and romantic he was; what type of clothes did he like and dislike; what was his favorite color; what type of underwear did her prefer; what he noticed first noticed when he meet a woman; how was our sex; what did I think was missing in our life; and on and on. She was talking notes, but also recording the information, in case she needed to refer back to a point. She explained that getting people to change their behavior was her specialty and that her success rate was almost 100%. She briefly explained some of the ways she helped create change and emphasized the fact that I would see results very fast and that they would become permanent, unless I chose to change them. Due to the severity of Ricky's recent behavior, she thought that I should make some fast changes in Ricky's behavior and at the same time insure he would not be tempted to ever be unfaithful to me. At least making these two changes would give us time to see if I wanted to save the marriage, or take him to court. Either way, I would be in charge immediately and I could direct the changes any way I wanted. She suggested that the easiest way to do this was to increase Ricky's feminine behaviors, which I had already told her were plentiful. This type of behavior change would make sure Ricky did not want to undress in front of anyone by me, since he would be totally embarrassed if he did. She told me that some wives had even wanted totally feminize their husbands and make them almost servants. She could tell that I was in shock at what she was suggesting, but she handed me about a dozen photographs of couples. Each photo showed one or two women, but none of them had any men in the picture. I asked her what these women had to do with her plan and Stella smiled and said to look closely at the top picture. It showed to beautiful women, in their mid-thirties dressed formally to go to a ball of the opera. Stella then asked me to look closely at the women and to tell her which one of the women was Tiffany and which one was Tom, her husband. No matter how much I looked, I could not tell which one was the husband until she told me. Now that is creating some major change! Stella prepared to leave and said she and Judi would be back to get things started around 5:30pm. That would give us time to make sure everything was in place and that she would explain how she would conduct the first session before Ricky got home. Her last comment was for me to be sure to dress up, because Ricky would be taking us all to dinner at a very fancy restaurant and we all wanted to look stunning for the occasion. She handed me some material on her work and told me to relax; based upon what I had told her, both Ricky and I were going to like this new arrangement. I was scared and nervous all day as I thought about what we were about to do, but trusted in Judi's friendship and I knew that saving my marriage depended on some rapid change. I still did not understand how Judi and Stella were going to make such immediate changes in Ricky, but frankly, I didn't care how they did it; just that it worked. When I started getting cold feet, I remembered being drugged and my anger made me more than willing to give this a try. Ricky pulled in the drive right on schedule, around 6:15pm, opened the door, gave me a light peck on the cheek, commented on how dressed up and beautiful I was, and then noticed the two beautiful women sitting in our den. His face lit up as he said hello to Judi, whom he had met before; but his eyes hardly left Stella, who I quickly introduced. Ricky lost little time in examining Stella's beautiful body, shook her hand and I couldn't help but notice that Ricky hardly took his eyes off of Stella's ample cleavage as he did so. Stella on had a beautiful straight skirt, which hit her way above the knee, a well tailored blouse, which was strategically unbuttoned enough to allow more than a glimpse of her breast and bra, and a tailored jacket that showed off her small waist. She looked like someone that had just come off the cover of Vogue and the charm she poured out to Ricky almost paralyzed him. Per our previous arrangement, Judi and I refreshed everyone's drinks, while Ricky visited with Stella. I noticed Judi put something into Ricky's drink, and we rejoined the conversation. The drug was a mind-blocker of some kind and it quickly had the desired effect on Ricky, as he no longer looked alert; but he was awake. Judi announced that Stella was one of her associates, who specialized in behavior modification. Ricky seemed to understand, but did not make any comment about Stella's vocation, which was unusual for him. Stella took over, asked Ricky to come sit by her on the sofa. Stella then asked Ricky if he had ever though about changing some of his bad habits and told him that it was ok for him to nod his answers, rather than talking. He nodded yes, and she said well, how about she'd give him a free sample of how her techniques worked. He nodded yes and she pulled a chair up in front of him. As she leaned over to be closed to him, his eyes immediately went down to her open blouse and she smiled and kept talking to him. For almost an hour Stella talked to Ricky, instructing him that he would fully cooperate with the suggestions she was going to make, since he really wanted to change the bad habits that she would mention. She asked him is that was right and he quietly nodded yes. She told him he could now close his eyes since they were really getting heavy, and that he would only hear the sound of her voice, no one else's. She asked him to nod if he understood the instructions and as he closed his eyes and nodded yes. Judi had already suggested to me that as soon as Stella had Ricky totally under her control, she ask about whether Don has slipped me a drug. And if Ricky knew anything about it before he did it? I had already decided that if Ricky was a party to the drugging, I was going to just divorce him and take my revenge in divorce court. Stella told Ricky that he could now talk when she asked him a question and she immediately asked what happened last night. Ricky started crying and answered that he had not known what Don was going to do in advance, but that Don had put the date-rate chemical in my drink to see how it worked. Ricky went on to say that he had gotten really mad at Don and told him leave immediately. He was still crying and emotional as he said he felt really bad about what Don had done. He told how he had ?suggested? to me that we go upstairs, since he didn't know what else to do. After seeing how I followed his every command, he did admit to having sex with me, and then changing my clothes, putting on my gown and going to sleep. Stella asked Ricky if he would like to make it up to Amber for doing such a terrible thing and he immediately said he would. Stella told Ricky that she had a way for him to make it up to me, but he would have to really work at making the changes, so that I might forgive him. Ricky said he would do anything. Stella now told Ricky that she was now going to put some earphones on him and that he would carefully listen to the messages on the tape and that from this moment on, these messages would over ride any of his old habits. In fact, he would so enjoy making all of the changes that were ahead of him, that he would beg me to help him make some of them. Stella put the headset on him and he was soon smiling and concentrating on the message. Stella explained that after talking to me, she decided that one of the things Ricky needed to learn was more respect for women and to better understand how much trouble women went to in staying beautiful and taking care of their husbands. Stella suggestions included that Ricky would no longer like to watch sports on TV, except for an extra special game, a few times a year. In place of watching TV, Ricky would strongly desire to please me; to help me in any way that he could think of; to listen and respect me; to try to be more romantic; and to spend as much of his free time with me as possible. In fact, she suggested that when he went to the office tomorrow, he would ask to take the entire next week off, so they could spend the entire time together. Stella explained that she would provide me with a trigger phrase that was on the tape, and that every night (and during the day if possible) I was to use the phrase and have Ricky listen to the tapes. Stella said that it was important that Ricky listen at least four times a day initially, but I could cut back to 2 or 3 times a day after the first three days. She handed me a list of the messages on the five tapes and explained how they would progressively make Ricky want to become more sensitive and more in touch with his feminine side. The tapes would also implant personal habits that Ricky would immediately make, and that would be impossible for Ricky to expose has naked body to any other woman, but me. In fact, exposing his body to anyone by me, or anyone I designate, would cause Ricky instant paralysis. In the first tape, Ricky would have a driving desire to please me and rekindle the love in our marriage and this drive would become his primary concern in all of his actions. Stella also mentioned that Ricky would stop talking to, or hang-out with Don anymore and that he would become physically ill if he did. Ricky was to immediately tell Don at work tomorrow that he could not forgive him for drugging his wife, and that if he ever saw him anywhere nears the house, he would turn him into the police. She figured that would sound convincing and take care of the Don problem. Stella handed me a detailed list of the instructions that were on each tape and I was astonished. Also on the first tape, Ricky was to start helping with chores around the house and to take us both to have the following body work done: a facial & manicure; body wrap & skin softening massage; a pedicure, complete with nail polish; and a total body and bikini waxing at a local spa. She had even given Ricky the name of the spa to call, which would not balk at having a man having very feminine things done to him. Stella explained that losing all of his body hair and experiencing the pain of waxing would be appropriate justice, but it would also make him careful about being undressed around other men or women. The tape went on to suggest that he and I give each other pedicures at home and that he would actually enjoy having his toenails painted a bright red. In fact, red toes would make him very sexually excited. Another part of the first tape was about our lovemaking. He would now always be tender, romantic and constantly looking for ways to please me even more in bed. Any suggestion that I might make, he would immediately take as a command and he would gladly follow the request and enjoy it. Stella told me to think what I wanted added to our lovemaking, because Ricky would be eager to do it all?and I would change the request as often as I wanted. On tape 1 and 2 another section dealt with his personal dressing style and choice of clothes. He would now prefer fabrics, like silk, cashmere, rayon, &linen. In fact, he would be painfully uncomfortable if he wore his old starched shirts, scratchy jockey underwear or normal man-tailored suits from this moment on. He would now prefer more of a casual, Italian look, which was almost feminine in appearance. Ricky would love the feel of the soft silky fabrics so much that he would become disgusted with anything else. His new taste in fabrics would include his underwear, pajamas, robe, t-shirts, dress shirts and any other clothing that touched his body. Ricky would now understand that this new type of dressing would please me and also make him more sexually exciting. The tape went on to say that he would immediately feel compelled to replace all of his current clothing, with a new wardrobe in his new style and he would ask you for help in shopping and picking his new wardrobe. From now on, he would find it necessary to be wearing something silk every moment of the day or night and the more he wore it, the more he would crave it. In fact, the silk touching his body would keep him in a heightened state of sexual arousal that only Amber would cure. He would be physically uncomfortable until he made these changes and he would have to make them as fast as possible. She had several things about hair. He would want to let his hair grow longer and eventually be styled at a beauty salon. He would no longer ever use a barber. He would now detest any body hair and would immediately remove all hair from his armpits; In fact he would immediately remove all hair from his arms, legs, and the rest of his body and make sure to maintain his body hairless at all times. The more his body became smooth and silky like Ambers, the happier he would become. He would soon arrange to have electrolysis to remove his beard, so that his face would always be smooth and so he would no longer have to shave. He would maintain this hairless state, paying careful attention to make sure his grooming would be pleasing to Amber and he would readily accept any future suggestions Amber might make. Amber would now become his authority on what he wanted his body, hair color, hair style, or other physical changes. He would immediately arrange to have his eyelashes and eyebrow tinted, to have his eyebrows lightly shaped and to become very aware of any facial lines or wrinkles. Another section told him he would not meticulously maintain his nails at all times. He would also start letting his nails grow longer and then have them manicured every week. He would make sure his nails were rounded on the ends like Ambers, not square like a mans. In fact, he would immediately learn how to take care of his nails and then love to start doing Amber's nails as well as his own. He would always maintain a clear or pale pink polish on the nails on his hands and would always desire a more vivid color on his toenails. She had another section telling him that he would no longer be able to go to the bathroom except sitting down, and that he would be sure to use toilet paper and wipe himself when he went. After going to the bathroom, he would automatically wash his hands with soap, check his appearance in the mirror and then refresh his make-up. Stella explained that she hoped I would use tape #1 at least four times over the two days, before moving on to tape #2. However, I was free to could use any tape at any time if I felt the need to accelerate some of the changes. Tape #2 was also designed to make changes at work. Since Ricky was in advertising, lots of people were still wearing long hair, earrings, and bright clothes and the company did not care?as long as they continued to produce their work. Stella said that as Ricky incorporated each of the physical changes, he would find it easier to be more creative at work and he would become even more successful. In all matter of physical appearance, Ricky was to listen to Amber and he would again follow her directions to the letter. He was to only be concerned with what Amber thought from now on; not from any co-workers or other friends. Ricky would feel more and more confident as he made these changes and he would gladly give the credit to Amber. The tapes also added suggestions that Ricky needed to get his ears pierced, would be excited about being able to pick out his earrings, and love going shopping with me. The tape went to include shopping for some more feminine-looking clothes for him, his insisting that he change his choice of underwear to lace-trimmed panties in all colors, except white. He would now want to take better care of his skin, including moisturizing his body, totally enjoying long soaking baths in perfumed bath oil, and performing full facial skin care every morning and night. He would now use foundation all the time and would never consider leaving the house without it. He would feel comfortable asking me for help and suggestions in all these areas and that he would be very grateful that I loved him enough to help. After absorbing the contents of tape #2, Ricky would also immediately change the spelling his name Ricki, to reflect his new self. He would be so proud of this change, that he would volunteer the new spelling of his name to everyone he meet. Tape #3 would have Ricki come up with some pretence wanting to see what he would look like, fully made-up as a woman. Not a garish man-looking woman; but beautiful, natural, sensual, seductive women like Amber. Anytime he was dressed this way, his only thought was to please Amber and to follow her instructions on how to look more natural was a woman. The new Ricki would become totally empathetic to how much effort it was to be a beautiful woman, and he would constantly strive to make me happy in any way he could. The need to see himself fully dressed would become such a driving urge, that he would have to do it, or he would become sick at his stomach until he did. He would feel comfortable asking me for help and would continue follow any instructions or suggestions that I might make. He would become excited with the final results of these changes that he would begin to look for ways to dress more feminine all the time, even when he was at work. Ricki would now only think of himself as a female and would use the feminine pronoun when referring to herself. Tape #4 & 5 were optional tapes and they only added to the transformation. By the end of the fifth tape, Ricki would be dressing full time as a woman, he would no longer want to ever appear as a male, and he would wonder how he ever stood being in male clothes or being such a macho pain in the ass. He would not feel embarrassed when dressed as a woman, but would in fact feel that this was normal, and that dressing as a man had all been a terrible mistake, that he had now corrected. He would openly and frankly discuss his innermost feeling with me and make sure that he did not make any changes that I did not approve of. He would only make love as a woman now and would want to have love made to him the same way. He would no longer be able to have an erection, unless I commanded him to have one. I was stunned as I heard Stella go through the tapes, but also admit that I was very skeptical that any of this was really going to work. Stella laughed and said that most people felt that way, so the tape that Ricky was listening to would prove it to me. Before tomorrow morning, Ricky would make more passionate love to me than he had done in years; he would shave off his sideburns, the hair under his arms and ask you to make an appointment with Judi, for a complete exam. Since Judi was a gynecologist, that would not be something a normal person would do; much less a macho, self-centered old Ricky. Stella then handed me a burgundy three ring notebook with various firms and companies that I could use to shop or make changes for Ricki. She explained that I would give a suggestion to Ricki as soon as possible to ?discover the book? and to realize that the people and firms listed were his closet friends and that they would all help him in any way they could with his changes. I quickly glanced at the index and found listings for plastic surgeons, dress store& shoe stores, earring piercing locations, make-up personnel at several of the leading department stores, lingerie stores, spas, workout studios, wig stores, modeling studios, portrait photograph stores, travel agents, airline personnel, bank personnel, legal firms and on and on. She explained that where the booklet listed a person's name, I should call ahead and ask for that person. But if the store did not have name beside it, anyone in the store would treat us with dignity and not think it was strange a man was making the purchase. Once he went to see Judi for his exam, she was to draw blood and give him injections of feminine hormones to help his mind be more receptive to some of the upcoming changes. He would almost instantly become more emotional, more loving, and act like a totally different person; a feminine one. It sounded like a great test for her skills, although I could tell that ?trying? was not in Stella's vocabulary. The tape was soon over and Stella installed the trigger for me to use, had Ricky listen to my voice and to only respond in the future one of our 3 voices. He would not be affected by any other person saying the trigger phrase, only our three voices. Stella asked Ricky if he understood and he said yes. We all sat back down with fresh drinks, and Stella made one final suggestion. That Ricky would insist on taking us out to dinner, after he had cleaned up and dressed appropriately for us. Stella told Ricky to count to twenty and when he reached 20, he would be wide awake, fully rested and feeling like we had all been talking for the last two hours. Ricky awoke to us telling a joke, laughed with us, (something he had never done before) and immediately suggested that he take us all out to a beautiful dinner; but first he needed to go freshen up and put on something more appropriate to escort three beautiful women. We all accepted and he disappeared upstairs. After I heard the shower running, I peeked in to see Ricky shaving, then removing the hair from under his arms and finally in shaving off his sideburns. I went back downstairs to report, Stella smiled and told me to just smile and think about the great sex I was going to have when they got back home. Ricky appeared in his best suit, Italian loafers, no socks, and a silk shirt. He looked good that way, although he seldom dressed with such flair. The rest of the evening was delightful as we all watched the changed Ricky grow and absorb his new role and become happier and happier. Judi and Stella insisted on leaving before we did, directly from the restaurant. They both smiled and said that they would talk to me tomorrow and that they hoped the three of us could go out more often, they had a really great time. Ricky assured them that we would, and told them he would not think of anything that would please him more. Ricky and I talked a little longer at the restaurant, and then Ricky suggested we go home, he couldn't wait to make passionate love to me. Ricky ordered the car from the valet, then kissed me passionately as he open my car door and told me that he was a lucky person to have such a beautiful, lovely wife. Our conversation on the way home was like it had been when we were dating. We shared our intimate feeling and professed our love for each other. I was very hot for sex by the time we got home, and so was he. As we entered the bedroom, I decided to try the trigger phrase, to make sure it worked. Ricky immediately became calm and totally attentive to my voice as I explained in detail how I would like for him to make love to me that evening. He would take his time and excite me before trying anything else; that he would like to kiss me all over and make me come with his tender attack on my breast, my vagina and other triggers that I had made sure he knew about; that he would suggest making love with me on top of him (something I was not able to do before); and that he would be able to postpone his ejaculation until I had come at least six times. I am certain that this was what heaven must be like, since he followed every suggestion and became more and more excited as he did. We finally fell asleep in each others arms until the alarm went off the next morning. I was still naked when I awoke to Ricky handing me a cup of coffee and suggesting that I don't make any plans for next week. He thought we needed some time by our selves and he was going to take the entire next week off. I told him that sounded wonderful and did he want me to plan anything special. He smiled and told me that he would like to have a day together at the spa and he would call them and arrange the surprise for me. I said that sounded wonderful and did he have any place special in mind? He told me he had a special plan in mind, and that he would give me the details when he got home from work. All of this conversation was with Ricky sitting on the edge of our bed, with my silk robe wrapped around him. I could tell from the bulge that the silk was already doing a number on him and wondered how many more changes he would make before he left for the office. Ricky went to the bathroom, being sure to sit down first, I heard him use the toilet paper to wipe and then listened as he walked the sink and washed his hands with soap. He then checked his face in the mirror, before walking over and jumped in the shower. I watched through the partially open door as he proceeded to spray the Nair that I had left in the shower on his entire body. Then while he was waiting for the Nair to work, he shampooed his hair, and then treated it with my conditioner, before rinsing his body hair down the drain. I noticed that my maximum-volume conditioner had made his hair considerably fuller that usual. As he got out of the shower, he dried himself off, then wrapped his hair in a towel the way women do. He then walked over to my dressed and proceeded to put my Anis scented lotion on all of his not smooth body and then wrapped the second towel around his waist and went into his closet. He opened his dresser, grabbed a pair of jockey shorts and started to put them of. It was comical watching him wince was he frantically pulled them off and threw them into the trash can. He studied his drawer and then carefully picked a silk pair of boxer shorts that I had purchased for him to wear to bed. He carefully put them on and seemed pleased that they were comfortable. He then selected a silk shirt, linen slacks and put on his Italian loafers, once again without any socks. He applied my moisturizer to his face, (he always shaved in the shower) and then came into the bedroom and said that he thought it was time for him to update his appearance. In fact, he was thinking about letting his hair grow longer and adding more silk shirts to his wardrobe, but he really wanted my opinion. I told him that I was delighted, in fact once he got used to the sensual feel of silk, I was betting that he would never go back to his old shirts. He smiled and said I was probably right and maybe we could go shopping for some new clothes for him together; he would really appreciate my help. Ricky had great, thick hair with enough body that it just stayed however he combed it. Instead of using a comb like he usually did, he picked up one of my hair brushes, brushed his entire hear several time, then applied some of my styling gel and brushed it back. When he finished he studied his appearance, and seemed pleased with him new, no-sideburns look. He came over to me, passionately kissed me goodbye (that was a first) and asked if I would also call Judi and see if she would work him in for a physical as soon as possible. He was thinking that he needed to lose some weight and he wanted to make sure he did it under her supervision. I smiled and told him I would be delighted and that I could probably get him in tomorrow; or even late this afternoon if he felt it was urgent. He said this afternoon would be great is she could do it, since he no longer wanted to waste any time. He was smiling and whistling as he left for work and I was smiling at thinking about all the changes that were going to come. I called the phone number that Stella had given me and reported that she won the bet; Ricky had done everything she said. I quickly relayed the changes to her and she said to stay in touch and to be sure to call if I experienced any problems. She had a feeling that Ricky was one of those people who was ?super susceptible? to suggestions and that would just work in my favor. Stella had left me a book that contained different firms and people that I could call on to help make changes in Ricky. I decided to study the book and was surprised to see that I knew a lot of them. In fact, Judi was listed, my nail salon was on the list, many of the stores I often shopped at were included, and even my own hairdresser was listed. I smiled as I though of taking Ricky to my stylist for the first time, and realized that my next appointment was this Saturday. It would not have been better timing to get Ricky in to see her and still have 8 days left to enjoy his new look. When I called Ricky's office around lunch, I found out from Ricky's secretary that Ricky did tell Don off as soon as he got to work; and that he made sure Don understood to leave us both alone. Evidently he did it in Don's cubicle, so everyone around could clearly hear the conversation, which served Don right and made Ricky a hero. His secretary told me how Ricky seemed to be a new person today. He was dressed sharper, friendlier & cheerful and seemed more compassionate to women in general. She said she did not know what had happened to him, but she hoped he would not change back to his old self. I told her that after Don's escapade we had a long serious talk and restructured our priorities and loyalties. I assured her that he would not change back; in fact he may continue to make some more changes that we had discussed, so be sure to support him in his new image whenever she could. She readily agreed and told me that she would also make sure all the other secretaries would do the same. I was delighted with her help and told her so. She put my call through to Ricky and he told me he had already told his boss that needed some time off and his boss had agreed to him taking all of the following week, and also suggested he take Friday off too. That meant we would have 10 days before he had to be back at work. With the amount of change that had occurred in less than 24 hours, I was ecstatic with the possibilities of the change after ten days. He also said that he had received several compliments on his new look and he realized he really to pay more attention to his appearance. He told me he had called the spa and booked us for Tuesday (the day he was already booked in for) and I told him I was able to get him into see Judi at 4:00pm today. He thanked me (something he never did) and told me he would see me at home as soon as he was through with his exam. Ricky arrived early at Judi's office, was handed the new patient clipboard, with the usual questionnaire and asked to complete it and then return it to the window. He did not know what to put on most of the questions, since he did not have a period, had not been pregnant, and was not currently taking birth control pills; but he filled out all of the form he could, handed back to the receptionist, who had obviously been pre-warned by Judi, and was shown quickly into an exam room. He was handed a pink cloth gown, told to totally disrobe and that the doctor would be in to see him shortly. Judi found Ricky reading the Vogue magazine when she entered the room and thanked him for such a lovely dinner last night. Ricky said it was his pleasure and he hoped that Judi, Stella and them could do it again soon. Judi asked Ricky why he was there and Ricky explained that he had not had as much energy lately and that he wanted to lose some weight. He said he really needed a good checkup to make sure he did not have any problems and he would also like for Judi to consider being his primary doctor. Judi told him she would be please to have him as a client and then did a complete exam, including a prostate and pelvic exam; well almost a pelvic exam. When she finished, she had the nurse, Rachel draw some blood samples and told Ricky that she though he might be slightly anemic, which would account for the low energy level, so she was going to give him some B-12 booster shots and a prescription to see if that solved the problem. The nurse brought in a needle already full of some liquid and gave him two shots in the rump. It seemed to Ricky that it took forever for the fluid to be injected and Judi told him to be sure to come in Saturday morning, and Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of next week for the same shots. Judi told Ricky that when he came in from now on, her nurse, Rachel would give him the shots, so just tell the receptionist he needed to see Rachel and he would not have to wait. She also told him she would give him some sample prescriptions that would also help solve the problem faster, and that he should be sure to take one pill four times a day. Rachel handed Ricky a bag full of sample and told him she would look forward to seeing him Saturday and next week. Ricky thanked Rachel, kissed her on the cheek, like any girlfriend would do and then started to get dressed. Ricky was soon leaving the office, his bags of samples in his hand, as he realized that he really needed to start carrying something to hold his stuff better. He would ask Amber and put that on his list of things to shop for. Amber was a nervous wreck until Judi called, described the whole visit and explained about the shot and pill schedule. She warned that Ricky might be a little sick at his stomach for the first couple of days, but after that his system should take the estrogen without any side effects. The estrogen would help soften his skin, cancel out his current testosterone production, make his breast become very sensitive and grow, enlarge his nipples and areola, and that he would become much more emotional. In short, Ricky would soon become like any other woman whose hormones were driving her crazy. I had taken special care to wear a beautiful sundress that afternoon, which clearly showed off my cleavage. I had also painted my toes with bright red policy, put on sandals and had prepared Long Island Ice Tea drinks for them to have in the backyard. Ricky opened the door, immediately kissed her and told her how beautiful she looked. Amber told him to go change, but to make sure whatever he put on was sexy and silky. He said he would, but first he had to take his pill that Judi had prescribed. He opened one of the samples, took the pill and then proceeded upstairs. He came into the backyard in some linen shorts; he had bought at lunch today, a new silk short sleeve shirt and his loafers. He complimented me again on how radiant I looked. I handed him his drink and we visited about his day, (something he has stopped doing years before) and told me how wonderful Judi was a doctor. In fact, he was going to use her for all of the medical needs, even if she was mostly a woman's doctor. I told him I agreed with his assessment and that it would be really great for both of us to have the same physician; little did he know how great that would become. He told me that he would have to have some injections to get his energy level back to normal and explained the schedule to me. I told him I would help him remember to take his pills and also remind him of the shot schedule, but I thought his energy level was just fine last night. Ricky actually blushed as he took another sip from his long island ice tea. He was having a hard time deciding what to stare at the most; my breast which were amply exposed in the sundress of my red toes. The more he kept starting the more was and squirming in his chair and I could tell by the bulge in his shorts that he was getting more and more excited. I leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss in such a way that he would have a full view of my waiting breast and then nibbled on his ear and used the trigger phrase. Ricky immediately became calm, closed his eyes and listened as I said I would be right back with another surprise. I placed the earphones on him after first suggesting he listed to wonderful messages until the tape ended, and then he should start the tape over and listen a second time. I told him that as soon as he had listened to the tape twice he would want to take me into the house make passionate love to me before we had dinner. I put the earphones on, started the tape and watched in amazement as Ricky begins to grin from ear to ear as the tape continued to reinforce his changes. Each listening of the tape took 45 minutes, so when it stopped 90 minutes later, I removed the headphones, told Ricky to relax and count to 100 and then take a sip of the new drink I was going to hand him. He immediately took the drink as I leaned over and nibbled on his ear again and said the release phrase. I took the tape recorder back upstairs to our bedroom for use later on that evening and returned to my chair in the backyard as he reached 90. Once he said 100, he got up, kissed me passionate, told me how beautiful I was and swept me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom. Our lovemaking was exciting and full of new adventures. I used my suggestive powers several times to add more erotic things I wanted done to my body Ricky followed every one immediately and fully. I was totally satisfied before he allowed himself to come and we again collapsed on the bed. I really loved this new Ricky and was certainly not going to ever go back to the old Ricky. I suggested we take a shower together and he readily agreed. As I was soaping his chest, he squealed as I ran across his nipples, which were obviously already being effected by the estrogen. The nipples immediately got hard and I could see Ricky's pleasure at the feeling. I complimented Ricky on his smooth body and asked if he had done that to please me. While I doubt that thought had ever entered his mind, he said yes, he thought it would be more pleasant than having his hairy body rubbing me abrasively. I told him that it was indeed nicer, but that I also l loved the look of his smooth arms and legs and I hoped that he did not mind keeping his body that way, since it would require him to remove the hair at least every other day. He smiled and said nothing was too much trouble to please me. He asked me if he could start using my hair conditioner and my body wash, since he wanted to start taking better care of his skin. I agreed and told him I thought that was wonderful and maybe he should also consider letting a more talented person to start doing his hair, since his barber was hardly qualified. He thought that was a great idea and though he would just use my hair stylist, if that was all right with me. I told him that was a great idea and since I had an appointment after lunch on Saturday, he could start then; I would call and make the arrangements. He was delighted and thanked me for being so understanding, but reminded me that he had to go by Judi's office and get his shot in the morning. I told him that would work out perfect and we would just start our day at Judi's office, do some shopping or have lunch and go to our hair appointments. I got out of the shower first and was putting on my silk robe when he exited and starting drying off. I suddenly saw him frown and ask why the sad face. He said he didn't understand why men couldn't have silk robes, it just wasn't fair. He was really getting tired of all of his clothes being out of rough material; in fact, he found them painful to wear. I walked over to him, kissed him and told him since no one was going to see him in his robe but me, why not borrow one of my silk robes until we could buy one for him. He smiled and told me that would be wonderful, if I wouldn't mind. I led him to my closet and took out the matching gown to my robe, dropped it on and then handed him one of my other robes. While my silk robe was white with blue piping trim, his new robe was red and black, covered with lace and very feminine. To my surprise, he gleefully put it on, looked at himself in the mirror and pronounced himself stunning in ?his? new robe. I told him we were having a nice quiet evening at home, so why didn't he really appreciate how great silk can feel, and handed him the matching long gown. I knew that he had been watching me, as he now repeated each of my earlier steps, removing is robe and dropping the gown over his head. I watched as he shuttered at the sheer delight of the fabric on his smooth body. I had him look in my full length mirror at the two of us standing there. He smiled at our beautiful reflections as I kissed him and starting stroking his breast under the silk fabric. He closed his eyes in delight and was soon reciprocating with me. I finally pulled us apart and said he seemed to have a fashion problem with his new gown; his now erect cock was making his gown stick out. He blushed bright red as I carefully took him in my mouth and quickly brought him to another climax. I suggested that he put on some underwear to keep his ?helper? under control and handed him some bight red, high cut panties that matched his robe. Without hesitating he slipped on the light control panty, then lifted his gown, reached in his panties and tucked his penis underneath himself. I wondered how he knew how to tuck himself like that, but presumed instructions were on the tape. I complimented him on his new look and suggested that we would also add some new silk gowns and robe sets to his upcoming shopping trip. I went on to suggest that we also get him some colorful, soft new underwear too, since he seemed to be preferring it and I did not want him wearing mine, when he could have some of his own. Ricky smiled, kissed me and said that would be wonderful, he could not stand the feel of his old underwear and he hated the thought of only white underwear. He loved the feel of his panties, (I couldn't even believe that he used that word) and he would really be grateful if I would let him wear them all the time. Like a little kid, he was totally excited when I not only agreed, but told him I thought he look more beautiful the way he was currently dressed than I had ever seen him. I had reapplied my lipstick, kissed and hugged him, making sure to brush his now sensitive nipples again and told him to follow me to the kitchen so we could continue to enjoy the evening. He started setting the table, complete with lighted candles and went to get us some champagne. We ate and talked in leisure, enjoying each others company like we had when we were first married. After we finished eating, he complimented me on such a wonderful meal and insisted on cleaning up while I watched. I enjoyed watching him in his robe, imitating how I cleaned the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, washed the pots and finally swept the kitchen floor. I had no idea that he had ever paid the slightest bit of attention to my actions in the kitchen, but obviously he had. It was like watching me, only I was still drinking champagne and silently thanking Stella for all of her magic. The television had not been on since Ricky left for work the day before yesterday, even though I knew that there were at least half-dozen ball games available to watch. We went into the den and he noticed me massaging my feet as I curled them up on the sofa. He insisted that if might be more fun if he did that. I told him I would be delighted, went to get my foot massage lotion and soon we were soon sitting on either end of the sofa, massaging each others feet with the lotion. Once again, I could tell the red toenail polish was getting to him, and I asked him what was wrong. He hesitated, then said that he had come to realize how much trouble I went to in making myself beautiful for him and he felt really guilty at now having told me how much he appreciate it. He was almost in tears as he exclaimed his dedication to take better care of me in the future. After continuing to stare at my red toenails, he finally told me how sexy my feet were, and that he especially liked my new red polish. He went on to say that the polish really made the feet sexier and that my toes had been turning him on ever since he got home! I leaned over and kissed him, making sure our breast touched each other. I told him to relax, one of the many things that I liked about him from the very start was his willingness to embrace is softer, feminine side. I kissed him again and told him to stay there, I had an idea and I would be right back. I came back with my foot massage unit, which I then loaded with my foot softening cream. I told him that if he though looking at my toes was a turn on, wait until he felt how sexy his own toes could feel. He actually blushed, as I put both feet into the vibrating machine. I told him to sit back and relax and let me start his transformation from ordinary feet, to really sexy feet. I leaned over, nibbled his ear and once again used the trigger phrase. I figured since it was going to take some time to do his feet the first time, I might was well make good use of it. I put the earphone on his head and installed tape #2, hoping that it was not too soon. He immediately started smiling and listening to the messages as I carefully worked on his feet. By the time the tape has stopped I had both feet pumiced, the cuticles cleaned and was ready to put policy on hit toes. I decided to delay that part of the transformation until I released him from the earphones and proceeded to plug tape one into the recorder and started it for the third time that evening. Ricky repeated his smiling and you could see him concentrating on every word and suggestion. I enjoyed watching Ricky absorb every word on the tape and started making a list of what we needed to do tomorrow; it was going to be a fun day! As soon as the tape stopped, I removed the headphones and recorder and then whispered in his ear to count to ten and then open his eyes. He would be aware that I had been working on his feet and he would now be totally honest with me about any desires that he had; and that I would love to hear what he really wanted. I had started talking about how nice his feet now looked with the cuticle pushed back, the nails trimmed and shaped, and the rough dead skin smoothed off his heels. I further explained that the foot cream was the next to last step to help soften his skin. He felt how smooth his feet now were as he listened to me and then asked what the last step was? I told him that the only thing that remained was to paint his nails and see if the red policy transformed the look of his feet as much as he seemed to think it did my feet. Personally, I thought it would greatly help the appearance of his feet and we should be able to do anything we wanted in our own house. He started crying and told me that what he really had always wanted was to be able to have his feet be as beautiful as mine were. I hugged him and told him I thought that was cute and that I could grant that wish immediately. I handed him several different bottles of nail polish I used and asked him which color did he think he wanted? He chose a burnt-red bottle and handed it back to me. He then watched in stunned silence as I painted each toe, after having carefully separated them with the toe spacers. His excitement continued to grow as nail after nail was transformed by the new color. I made sure to take my time and I also put two coats of polish and one coat of sealer on each nail. I used an extra hard polish and sealer, so I knew that the color would not chip off his toes anytime soon. I did not plan to have any polish remover handy in case he got cold feet later on and wanted to take the color off, although by this time, I really doubted he would. When I was sure the final coat of sealer was dry, I had him stand up, escorted him to the hall mirror and watched him stare at our now matching feet. Here was my macho husband, standing in our front foyer wearing a woman's gown and robe, with panties underneath admiring his beautiful red toenails. Now that is some behavior change! He was finally able to break his gaze, thanked me with tears in his eyes and told me how much he loved me. I suggested that we head to the bedroom where he could show me. This time when we were providing each other with oral stimulation, I made sure he had a perfect view of my red toenails, as I had of his. Every time I moved my feet, he got more excited, which was easy to detect with his organ in my mouth. We finally fell asleep exhausted, but very happy. The next morning, I awoke before Ricky and smiled as I looked at his sleeping body in my red and black Dior gown. He opened his eyes, kissed me hard and asked what we should do today. With a big grin, I told him we obviously had a lot of shopping to do, since I had no intention of him wearing my clothes all the time. He said that sounded great to him. We both put on our robes over our nightgowns and went down to get some coffee. I watched as Ricky immediately took his estrogen pill even before he poured his coffee. We had a leisurely conversation as we drank our coffee and I suggested I shower first, since if we both went at the same time, we might not leave the house until after lunch, since we would be back in the bedroom. I had carefully placed Stella notebook of people on the kitchen table and Ricky has carefully studying it as I went upstairs. I knew that by reading the book, he would no longer feel uncomfortable with any of the firms or people in the book and I was glad; because we were definitely going to see several of them today and for the next ten days. I took my shower, put on my pale blue Olga demi-cup bra and matching panties and then laid another set of matching red panties out for Ricky on his dresser. I felt certain that he would spot them and know who they were for, but I waited to see. I was seated at my make-up table pretending to be cleansing my face as Ricky came upstairs and entered the shower. He washed with the scented soap I had put in the shower, and then proceeded to put Nair on his entire body again, to make sure he had not missed any hair. He then carefully applied my volume conditioner to his hair while he waited for the Nair to finish its work again. He rinsed his body and hair then exited the shower. Once again he immediately wrapped his hair in turban, dried off and then wrapped a second towel around his chest, like he had seen me do many times. He immediately spotted the new panties on his dresser, grinned and slipped them on. He was now standing in his closet looking at his clothes deciding what to wear. I was fascinated as I watched the whole show. He was still complaining that he did ?not have anything to wear? as he selected another silk shirt, then put on his black lien slacks and was trying to choose which loafers to wear when he remembered his red toes. He stared for several minutes at his toes, then quietly slipped his feet into the shoes and came back to the counter where I was still pretending to putting on makeup. I rose off my vanity bench, kissed him, ran my hand across his bare chest and nipples and said the trigger phrase. He followed my instructions to have a seat and watch me apply my make-up, while listening to his tape. I put in tape #2, knowing that my applying my make-up as his new instructions were being reinforced would only intensify his desire to make even more changes. I decided to try an experiment and moved one of the earpieces off his left ear, (the one nearest me) and then patiently explained that he would watch and remember each step of my beauty routine as well as remembering all of the instructions on the tape. He nodded his head and I starting with cleansing my face, then the removal of stray hairs from my brow line, the application of my foundation, then my mascara, my eye shadow, blusher, finally my finishing power and lipstick. Since I was not sure he could actually listen to the tape and to me at the same time, I continued to ask him to nod if he understood each step as I finished it. He nodded after each step and was still watching as I applied my perfume and jewelry, including my earrings. Having finished, I replaced his other ear piece and told him to rest until the tape finished and then he would only remember putting on his slacks and watching me get dressed. I told him I would talk to him again when the tape stopped. I had decided to keep Ricky as excited as possible, so I put on stockings and anchored them with my matching Olga garter belt. I knew that when he opened his eyes and say me in my bra, stockings and panties, with my red toes showing through, he would be unable to control his excitement. I chose a short black full skirt; a light blue blouse and open toed sandals that would definitely make sure Ricky could constantly see my red toenails. It wasn't long before I heard the tape recorder click off and I returned to him. I removed the headphones, told Ricky to count to ten before opening his eyes, and then resume our conversation where he had left off some 45 minutes before. I said the release phrase, sat back down at the vanity like I had never moved and watched as Ricky re- entered our conversation and told me how beautiful I was and how hot I looked in my outfit. I knew that he would be able to see the tops of my stockings, since I had purposefully hiked my skirt up and also not finished buttoning my blouse. His eyes confirmed that he was totally turned on. I thanked him and asked when he was going to finish getting ready? I could tell that he was thinking about applying make-up, but did not know what I would think. I asked him did he need to do some more grooming before we finished dressing. He immediately asked me if I thought his eyebrows were a little bushy and I said I did think they could stand some work, but that he did not want to get them too thin like mine, since they did not grow back very fast. I said that I could give him some pointers if he wanted to thin them a little. He smiled and said he would really appreciate it; he could not stand them another minute. I showed him how to determine the beginning and ending point, explained how the arch should look and be located slightly off center to open up his eyes and then asked would he like for me to help him. He thanked me, but suggested I watch him do it, since he needed to learn how to maintain his own face. I was stunned as I watched him expertly begin the process of thinning his brows, creating a fairly elevated arch and then shaping each brow by removing hair with his tweezers. I complemented him on how much better that looked and asked him is there was anything else he wanted to incorporate into his routine. He said he really liked the way my face was so smooth and wrinkle free and wondered if the foundation helped achieve that effect. I told him it helped smooth the facial lines out, but talking careful care of his face was the real key to it, that foundation was only a finishing step. He said he was determined to take better care of his skin and asked if some foundation would help until then. I told him it would probably help a lot, but shaving would always be damaging his face, so I was not sure he would ever be able to get really beautiful smooth skin as long as he had to shave. He laughed and said he thought the same thing, so he was going to have electrolysis to remove all of his facial hair. I told him I thought that would be wonderful and suggested he schedule an appointment as soon as possible. He told me he already knew the person to call, Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow. I recognized the name from Stella book and suggested we call and book an appointment before we left to go shopping. In fact, maybe he would go often while he had all this time off and surprise everyone at work with his new look next week. He smiled and said that was a great idea. I handed him a bottle of foundation that I had already bought to match his skin tone and suggested he try some light foundation and see what he thought. He expertly applied the foundation, smoothing it out in exact duplication on my instructions. Once finished, without thinking he reached over, applied the finishing power and announced that he definitely liked that better and than from now on, he was going to use foundation all the time; even when he went back to work, it really enhanced his beauty. He was reaching for the mascara, when I said that he might also want to have his lashed and brows tinted to bring out his blue eyes. He released the mascara and said he would have that done Saturday at his appointment if Rachel could make the time. I had already booked the time with Rachel when I called to add Ricky, so I was sure it would happen. In fact, he would also leave the salon with earrings, a manicure and a re-application of his nail polish. Rachel explained that she had lots of experience with transvestites, transsexuals, and some of Stella other customers, so she knew what to do. Coming back to reality, I quickly agreed with Ricky and told him how wonderful it was to have a husband who could be so open to expressing himself and I hoped that he would never let anyone try to convince him to stifle that creativity. After all, he was in advertising, which was a highly creative business. Why wouldn't he be creative in his appearance? I saw a light bulb go off in his head and he memorized the suggestion to be able to replay it to anyone in the future, should the need arise. He pu