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Vegas Show Guy - Part 4
Susan was having quite a good time. Her former
dominating husband Dan was now her wife and she was
now the husband. While she was eager to put her
shapely and petite husband through more female
scenarios she just had to learn more about how Hal had
gained these amazing powers, why he had used them to
do this to Dan and how he had used the powers to make
dramatic changes to the power structure at the casino.
Part IV - Looking back at some history
Susan had sent Dan off to the bedroom to get out of that sheer baby doll
nightie and put on one of Susan's tight and revealing one-piece swimsuits
so Susan could take him for a presentation at the community swimming
pool. What is the fun in having a trophy wife if you keep her hiding in
the apartment?
Dan had no choice so he scurried off to the bedroom and searched through
the collection of swimsuits. There were 3 styles of two piece suits and 2
string bikinis. There was no way he was going out in any one of those.
Besides, when Susan does laps, she wears a one-piece suit with a special
catch on the backside between her shoulder blades. This allows her to
work out hard without fear of a strap sliding down and giving unplanned
pleasure to one of her admirers. He had worm a one-piece suit last night
in the shower with Susan, but that is not the right one. He found the
right one hanging on a hook in the bathroom. He held it low in front of
him trying to determine the front from the back and make sure it was not
twisted or inside-out.
This should have been an easy task but as he leaned over, the wiggling
weight of his breasts was quite distracting. It took him a moment or two
of experimenting with different ways of standing and leaning over until
he found the one most comfortable to continue his examination of the swim
suit. Now that he has gotten past that obstacle, he figured out how to
step into the leg holes and almost lost his balance when he struggled
having to have both legs so close together inside of that tight spandex
fabric. Pulling the fabric guided the suit up to those hips and that
supple butt. The hips seemed so large compared to the waist and thighs.
The spandex seemed to stretch almost to its limits as he pulled it over
his hips and butt. The fabric then relaxed as it caressed his waist and
chest. Then he had to struggle awkwardly to get the breast cups to align
properly with his boobs while working the arm straps. He clearly did not
have the coordination necessary to do this right. And then it came to the
clasp in the back. Few men, including him, had any skill at fastening
clasps on his backside. He can remember once being in the hospital for an
examination and he never managed to learn how to fasten those hospital
gowns ties across his back.
He had to go out of the bedroom to the kitchen and seek help from Susan.
She fastened the clasp and mused that Dan was likely trapped in that
swimsuit until Susan helps him undo that clasp later. She decided to try
a test. She had him attempt to reach the clasp by reaching with his right
hand up over his head and down his back. He could not reach it. He then
tried with the other hand by reaching up from the bottom and could not
reach it from that direction either.
"We will have to work on improving your arm flexibility for you cannot
pass yourself off as a girl if you cannot fasten and unfasten your bras
by yourself." Dan's only response was a grunt and a shake of his head.
It was then that Susan noticed that Dan's breasts were not sitting
properly in the swimsuit bra cups. She decided to assist without being
asked. From behind Dan, she reached around through both of Dan's
underarms and fondled his breasts. Dan squealed and squirmed but could
not free himself from her powerful embrace. He doubled over to try to
restrict Susan's motions but she then just lifted him into the air like a
toy. Then she spun him around and pinned his arms to the wall. Dan
struggled but it was completely futile.
"Let go of me," he let loose in a very whiny voice. Susan did not.
"Just hold your horses a moment there girl and I will let you loose but
only after you relax for a moment. You do not have your boobs sitting
properly inside this bra."
Dan stopped struggling and tried to look down at his breasts. Susan
loosened her grip and slid her hands down to Dan's chest. There she
showed Dan how to adjust the fabric and giggle the breast to get then to
be level and properly set in place. Of course Dan squirmed in reaction to
the wiggling of these sensitive melons. Susan guided him over to a mirror
so he could see how things were supposed to look. As her hands slid
across Dan's narrow hips, she made sure to pinch just enough to cause Dan
to squeak and twitch. She was getting fond of that cute little squeaking
noise that came from Dan's throat.
She encouraged Dan to twirl around slowly so she could admire his curvy
shape from every angle while Dan studied the image in the full length
mirror.
"Girl you are such a tasty sight. You will have every male eye on you out
there around the pool. They will be looking at various very sensual areas
of this body of yours and few if any will be looking at your face."
She smacked his butt - so tensely rapped in that spandex fabric. It
jiggled and Dan once again unwillingly rewarded her with one of those
cute squeaks.
He tried to ignore her and continued savoring his image in this tight
outfit. He twisted in several directions and angles, each time pulling on
the leg openings trying futilely to stretch the suit to be a little
longer. As a guy, he did not like wearing tightly fitting clothes. His
masculine groin was not comfortable being confined. But now that his
groin was smooth and his hips less muscular (more compressible), the
tight spandex had a pleasant feeling. He loved seeing Susan in this suit
but the feeling he was having now was nothing near the exciting feeling
he felt watching or caressing her. His feeling now was more like the
feeling you enjoy when you are being caressed or like being the center of
attention.
And the reason he preferred Susan in a one-piece suit was because when
she lifted the shoulder straps up into place, the spandex lifted her butt
muscles and separated them making for an extremely attractive cleavage on
her backside. Now it was his butt being paraded in that way. He could not
help but stretch his body out so as to stretch out all muscles and the
spandex fabric to be without wrinkles. He caught himself posing like a
female model and making his body and outfit look the most attractive.
He had to admit to himself that the experience was quite unexpectedly
pleasant. But did he dare admit that to Susan? NO way, he felt weird
admitting it to himself.
"I feel half naked in this thing. Well, on the top, I do not feel naked
but I do not really feel well covered. And as for the crotch and butt
regions, this outfit doesn't hide anything. How can you feel comfortable
parading around in this? Look at how it lifts my buns and separates them
to clearly reveal my butt crack. Don't you feel on display like a piece
of meat at the super market?"
Susan was quick to snap back, "I never did feel comfortable in that
outfit; you were the one that wanted me to wear it. There is no way to
wear that suit and try to be taken seriously for your mind."
Dan rebutted, "You were wearing outfits like this long before I knew
you."
"Sure," Susan fired back, "but only because we girls learned early that
this was required if we were to impress you guys. And I must admit, that
soon after I discovered how much attention this attracted, I did enjoy
the attention and the resulting power but never got comfortable with
having to play this role," she said more softly and in a more
conciliatory tone. "I knew you liked it and I liked giving you pleasure
and I must admit I liked the way I could use it to get your undivided
attention."
Dan added, "And you and I both know that women are often more out to
impress other women and not really the guys. You girls can be hard on
each other - harder than guys are on you."
"You gals?" Susan chided. "Let's not forget who is the girl here! That
swimsuit makes it very clear who the gal is here."
As Susan stood there admiring him and feeling a little sympathy decided
to reconsider the swim in the public pool - at least for now.
Well to be honest, it wasn't totally out of sympathy for him but
curiosity was eating her alive. "Hey you sexy doll. If you'll agree to
tell me more about Hal and your history with him and the casino, I'll
give you a break. We can postpone that public swim and we'll make
breakfast and chat."
Dan would do almost anything to postpone that public spandex adventure so
he agreed and gave out a strong sigh of relief. But Susan insisted that
during this Dan make every effort to walk and sit and carry himself as if
he was Susan and they were being publicly watched. Dan reluctantly
agreed, knowing that he had better get some practice anyway.
As they moved toward the frig Susan was chuckling to herself as she
watched Dan shapely body move every femininely. He did it with more grace
than she expected and could not help but wonder if the spell leaves the
target person with some level of natural reflex from the source person.
He seemed to walk and sit very naturally in feminine ways. She was
recalling earlier about the he ran in a very feminine way. She could not
wait until the church softball game to see if he now throws like a girl.
But that will have to wait until later. She just had to lay her right
hand across his shapely butt and give it a pat. She is not sure if she
received the most pleasure from the feeling of that wonderful butt or the
scornful look in Dan's eyes as he knew what if felt like to be hunyted
and played with.
Dan was looking forward to a very filling breakfast but Susan was going
to introduce him to fruits and nuts and bagels for breakfast. "A girl
must eat like a girl or she gets unsightly fat and cellulite very
quickly." But she was going to have bacon and eggs and toast.
"I'll fix both of our meals," Susan ordered, "and you sit there in the
bar stool and tell me how you met Hal and learned about his powers."
Dan made himself comfortable, remembering to sit with his knees very
close together and feeling compelled to pose in a manner that kept the
spandex mostly wrinkle free and flattering to his lovely shape.
Dan had to ponder just where to start this story. It has so many facets
and perspectives. "You well know how I have tried and tried to break into
the Vegas dancing inner circles for many months. You have experienced my
frustration and heard me talk about how sexist it is - very biased
towards woman. I had tried various agents with assorted degrees of modest
success but then one day Hal Mitchell sent me a note and called me in for
an interview. Everyone knows how famous and powerful he is and how
successful his girls are. He manages almost no men but quite a harem of
successful lady dancers. So I could not ignore a call from such a famous
person, but had my apprehensions abut how he would use a guy like me.
"I wasted no time in getting to his office suite. What a collection of
pictures he has on the hallway walls of his successful stars and how busy
and important the entire office suite seemed to be. He invited me into
his back room and helped me to get comfortable. He spoke of how he had
seen me dance and was impressed with my strength, sense of rhythm and
work ethic. He said he thought he could make me famous but that I would
have to trust him completely and not hesitate or reject any proposal.
Certainly his mysterious and demanding tones made me wary but I was
desperate and after a very short hesitation said yes. I quickly signed
his contract and then he told me about the first demonstration of trust.
"While I sat there in a chair in his office he pulled out that ring - the
one you saw yesterday. He handed it to me and told me to put it on. It
seemed like a strange request but I was determined to show my trust in
his orders. I slipped it on. He pulled a very elegant lady's dance outfit
from a drawer and carried it over to me and rubbed it across the ring. As
you saw yesterday and then witnessed yourself, the transformation does
not take long and it virtually painless. You had the benefit of seeing it
done to someone else before experiencing it. I did not. In a few minutes
I was Danielle Woods for the first time.
"I do not think that I need to describe the shocking feeling to you
though you have only seen if from a woman's point of view. In a few short
minutes I was 6 inches shorter, many pounds lighter, much shapelier and
my hard earned muscle had been transformed into soft but well tones
female flesh. I later discovered that my ability to bench press 340 lbs
was now down to 80 lbs and even that was a severe struggle. My manhood -
the part the hangs between my legs - was gone and my clothes had become
extremely baggy. AS I stood the pants slipped down my legs and revealed
very attractive female legs with a freshly shaved look. I tried to
question what Hal had done with the phrase, 'What the hell....' But cut
myself in mid-sentence because the soprano voice sounded so unfamiliar.
Hal was wearing the classic Cheshire cat grin and I felt more like Alice
in Wonderland after taking the pill that shrinks you.
"'Well, what do you think?' Hal was sounding very proud of his latest
creation. He wasted no time removing the remainder of my very baggy male
clothing and gave me my first look at the naked Danielle in a full length
mirror. Her jaw was hanging very limp - just like mine. Her shapely hips
twisted when mine did, but they looked far more sensuous than any hips I
every expected to own. Hal continued, 'You have been very vocal and
accurate about how sexy women have the advantage in this town and now you
can experience that first hand. And do not be alarmed about losing who
you are for the spell is easily and quickly reversed. You will be
Danielle during your working hours and Dan all of he rest of the time.
You get to have the best of both worlds. But I must warn you; this must
remain a well kept secret. If you breathe a word of it to anyone that I
do not approve, you will find that there is a dark side to this magical
world.'
"While I was struggling with the shock, Hal was quick to point out the
advantages of this transformation. I would still have all of my dancing
skills and even more but now had what Vegas most wanted. The Vegas crowds
are looking for very sexy female dancers and now that is exactly what I
was. How could I refuse this?
"It took a little time getting used to looking the other dancing girls
eye to eye. My center of gravity was now changed, my strength lower and
my chest and buttock swayed in ways that threw off my timing. Hal had
some special trainers to help me through these changes and even more.
They were young ladies who knew about who I was and they were supposed to
desensitize me to the emotions I was going to feel when men treated me as
a woman. They would caress my legs, pinch my butt and poke my boobs and
say things that made me feel like a piece of meat for sale to the highest
bidder. I was insulted at first but that moderated - never truly going
away entirely - but I have to admit I started taking some pride in being
so attractive. It is not a feeling that men experience normally and I
feared that it might have negative psychological effects over time, but
it also had some very positive aspects.
"Getting good at adjusting my sexy clothes and primping myself.
"In no time I was booked solid and the money was rolling in. Hal proved
to be very generous with the compensation and you have seen some of the
results in our style of living. It took almost no time to learn to walk
and carry myself in the very seductive ways they wanted. I learned how to
wear these outfits in the most attractive ways and how to primp myself in
the mirror, critically looking for the tiniest flaw. I had to endure some
groping and butt pinching from the highest paying patrons but did not
have to give out any sexual favors.
"The experience has been very enlightening. Certainly it was strange at
first to slip into dainty underwear but I never learned to fasten the bra
straps for there were plenty of girls in the dressing room to help each
other. The true girls among us would poke fun at us feaux-girls and loved
to poke us in the boobs or slap our butts and call us fun names. It was
all in good fun but it was embarrassing at first. But we learned to play
along. One of the girls - Patty - never got enough of popping our bra
straps from behind. I guess she had a rough time in junior high. Prancing
in those 4 and 5 inch heels took some work and walking the casino floor
with so much leg and butt or cleavage showing took some getting used to.
"I was shy at first but it became amusing to see the power I had over men
as I walked by. The female perspective on this has been fun but I have a
different perspective for I know what is going through the minds of those
men as their jaws hang open. AS part of my training, I had to walk up to
some of the men at the craps or blackjack tables and cozy up to them with
the goal of distracting them so they would lose more money as well as to
hone my skills as a seductive dancer. Each man became like a trophy with
the only negative being that I had to accept their caresses and smooches
for it was the only way I could determine victory."
Susan gave Dan a chance to pause. "But in all of this you never found the
time or desire to confide in your wife? And how did you learn to take
care of your hair and your nails and your skin etc.?"
"None of that was hard. You see, I was Danielle for only a few hours a
day and she was provided with paid assistants to attend to her every
need. I have never had to shave as a woman for every time I transform,
all of the skin hair is exactly as it needs to be. There was much to
learn but also many of the inconveniences of being female I have not had
to bother with. And as for whether or not to confide in you, I think that
is easy to understand. Our very conservative religious background made
that very hard. I tried to consider which of various responses you would
have portrayed. You might totally object and claim it was immoral. You
might be jealous of how sexy I was and did not have to work at it. And
then of course, considering our 'Patriarchal religious environment', you
might take advantage of the opportunity to treat your husband in ways I
did not wish to be treated. Just look back over the past 24 hours and how
you have enjoyed being the dominant male and making sure I knew I was no
longer in that role."
Susan pondered on his words and what she might visualize of his
situations and had to share some of her amusing reactions. "I have to
admit that it is strange and amusing to have my very domineering husband
now look and sound like you. I am not sure how I would have handled your
news. But thinking back to yesterday when Hal was here. Instead of
turning you back into yourself he decided to turn you into me. What do
you suppose possessed him to do something so radical? He was trying to
prove to me that Danielle was you and not your mistress. Turning you back
to yourself would have been the simpler and very convincing thing to do."
"I suspect that Hal became quite upset with me during our heated
interchange in front of him yesterday. He had no idea what a chauvinistic
husband I was and as he heard this from you he became quite irritated.
Hal is VERY sensitive to the needs of women and the perspective of women.
And why might that be? Because the Hal we know is not the original Hal
Mitchell. The original Hal Mitchell had a very strong classic Vegas male
image. He was a womanizer and used woman in any way to give him pleasure
and make him money. That original Hal is no longer with us. He was
replaced by one of his own show girls/mistresses. I do not know the
entire story of where she came from and how she happened to have this
ring but the person you and I call Hal has relayed some of the stories to
me. And being that he is from a difficult female background he can be
very empathetic to any woman who is being mistreated by an insensitive
man. So I suspect upon hearing more about us that he jumped at the chance
to reverse our roles."
Susan's eyes were huge and the eggs were burning. She quickly adjusted
the burner controls on the stove, moved the skillet aside and turned the
exhaust fan on a higher speed. "And where is the original Hal?" she had
to ask.
Dan's smile grew very large as he leaned back in his bar stool.
"Apparently he was notorious for yelling at his girls and as they cried
he kept calling them 'big babies'. So the new Hal decided to transform
him into a 9 month old baby girl. He was crawling around in a diaper,
unable to walk or talk or control his bodily waste functions. Every few
months, as he progressed towards being 12 or 13 months, Hal would reset
him back to 9 months. I am told that this went on for about 2 years this
way. He would struggle to communicate, start to redevelop some basic
bodily skills but then be set back to 9-months old again.
"He struggled to escape but could not get out of his crib or playpen for
that was beyond the capability of one so small and uncoordinated. The
dance girls loved to hold him and they never mistreated him, for just
being that baby girl they figured was torture enough. They would all take
turns calling him 'The big baby'. His powerful male friends had no idea
that the new Hal was not he and as they walked past the playpen of the
old Hal, they would lean over and talk baby talk to him, not knowing who
that was. Hal would scream out to try to get their help but he simply
sounded like a baby in need of food or hugging, and these top execs were
not going to get into those relationships with an infant."
"After 2 years the new Hal then turned him into a very attractive 18-year
old Muslim lady who could not speak a word of English but could
understand it. She was sold to a sheik and for some years now we assume
he is living in a harem in some mid-east kingdom. They say that he
struggled passionately to communicate with several police officers and
airport security guards but they could not understand a word he was
saying. Can you imagine the contrast of change for him? He was a very
powerful Vegas agent and had money and women under his control. Then he
was a helpless baby and now a woman in a culture where women have no
rights. I wonder how many times he has had to be taught to hold his
opinions to himself and just give pleasure. I have heard that those
training sessions can be painful and very humiliating."
Susan just had to hear more. Her imagination was running wild. How she
had often felt so much sympathy for women who grow up in societies that
still treat them like second class citizens or worse. But to think of a
powerful cruel man now in that situation did not arouse sympathy but
amusement. She wished she could go find him and hear about his
experiences. I wonder how many children he has borne and how many times
he has wanted to express an opinion but dared not.
Dan continued, "And the stories go on and on. I believe that anywhere
from 6 to 10 of the casinos top managers have all been replaced by young
ladies. Each manger has been disposed of in different way - in ways that
most fit their crime. One of his favorite stories is about the ruthless
hotel lawyer. He was a powerful lawyer who not only took care of many of
the casino's legal matters but also helped many of the senior managers
with their personal legal matters.
"Among these personal matters were pre-nuptial agreements. He made them
very one sided and harsh. The bride has many conditions placed up on how
she would behave and how she would keep herself young and fit. There were
even detailed stipulations about mandatory quarterly weigh-ins and body
dimension measurements. The strictest of all was the one he devised for
the former casino president to impose on his third wife. She had detailed
clauses in her agreement that dictated frequency and quality of sex and
exactly how she was to keep her body irresistibly young and attractive.
That president's wife was brought into the new Hal's confidence as they
were planning his demise. She was offered the chance to swap places with
him but she wanted something even more for her revenge.
"She arranged for him to be transformed into one of the illegal immigrant
Guatemalan cleaning ladies that he regularly abused and he was last seen
babbling widely in peasant Spanish while being led away by INS agents.
Instead of running a rich casino he is probably bearing numerous children
down in an impoverished Guatemalan village. The most humorous twist to
this was that the president was blackmailing the maid and when she would
no longer gave in to him; he is the one who called the INS to turn her
in. He had no knowledge of the trap had been laid for him. Just after he
made the INS call, the trap was sprung and by the time they arrived, he
was the illegal immigrant. He tried and tried to explain the situation to
the INS agent, but his peasant Spanish was highly unintelligible. Even if
it had been somewhat intelligible, who would have believed such an insane
story? The entire team along with Hal loved the irony of having the
president make his own deportation call. They wonder how totally crazy
peasant ladies are treated in that village.
"And who is president now? It is his former wife and she chose the lawyer
to take her place as the president's wife and now be victim of this
punitive pre-nuptial agreement. He must give very pleasurable sex 3 times
a week, dressed in extremely revealing clothing for all parties and go
through a humiliating weighing and body measurement every 3 months to
make sure the body tone is staying within tolerated limits. Lucky for
him, the agreement did not call for any children and in fact has a strong
penalty clause if she is to become pregnant. He has gone from being a
powerful lawyer to being a very impressive trophy wife - what a fabulous
transformation. I've had a chance to meet him (her) at many parties.
"In public he is playing out his role very convincingly (terrified to do
any else) but in private he is extremely angry. He cannot stand being
powerless, he cannot stand wearing those clothes and cannot stand being
treated this way or living under someone else's rule. But he knows if he
tries to escape he would become a penniless lady and probably have to
become a Vegas prostitute to sustain himself. His wife gets a great
thrill by treating him like a sex toy, making him dress in many
humiliating ways, taking him shopping at the sexiest lingerie stores and
smacking his wonderfully shaped butt. He spent 3 years in a very
expensive law school and then numerous years as a legal apprentice but
now that diploma is the property of a former Hispanic maid. I understand
she/he is doing a great deal of pro bono work on the behalf of
immigrants."
Dan looked exhausted from the long conversation. "There are many more
stories, but let's eat. Maybe we can cover the others later."
Susan had everything ready, so they moved to the breakfast table and the
conversation dimmed.
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