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Nelson Enterprises - Bill rejects his new role Bill is refusing to adjust to his new body and situation so Barb must make him very aware of his new role and his new responsibilities and the limitations and risks and rewards that now go with them. Summary to date: Bill: Bill Nelson was a famous billionaire inventor and playboy but now finds himself in his bimbo wife's body and brain and subject to the very clever and restrictive prenuptial agreement he and his lawyer devised to give him total control over his wife; Barb: Barb Nelson is enjoying being Bill Nelson with the power, sharp mind that goes with it and the billions in net worth; She is also enjoying helping Bill learn to cope with now being Mrs. Nelson - and the restrictions that go with that role; Monica: Monica McCullough is still herself - a brilliant research assistant to Bill and Tony who was tired of also being sexually harassed despite her brilliant technical accomplishments; Now she is helping Bill and Tony experience sexual harassment; Ellie: Ellie was a former illegal alien and sex slave in Tony Pallazola's Gentlemen's club but now is Tony - VP of Research at Nelson Enterprises and owner of a popular Gentlemen's club and with a net worth over $50 million; She is enjoying her news power and wealth and watching Tony now struggle as the illegal alien and penniless stripper; Tony: Tony was a multi-millionaire and VP of research for a very powerful company but his lust led him to experiment unsafely and now finds himself in Ellie's beautiful Iranian body and now speaks very little English and must be a sex slave and stripper at his own Gentlemen's club or be exposed as an illegal alien; Jeff: Jeff Wells was the Chief Legal Counsel for Nelson Enterprises but now is in his wife's 7-month pregnant body. He had long tried to convince his wife to stop pining over a lost career and instead enjoy the fulfillment of motherhood. He must adapt to being out of shape and a stay-at-home mom for 4 and soon 5 children. Margot: Margot Wells now has her law career back since she is now the Chief Legal Counsel for Nelson Enterprises instead of a stay-at-home mom. She is helping Jeff adjust to being pregnant and totally focused on motherhood; At the Nelson Mansion Bill (as Barb) steaming mad talking out loud to himself. "That bitch can't just drop in here unannounced in the middle of the afternoon, treat me like a sex toy or prostitute - relieve her tensions - and then just slip back out as quickly as she came in. I am a complex person and not just a slave to her whims. Oh and what a smart mouth she now has. 'Oh you want this penis back, I'll be happy to give it to you this very minute.' So she thinks she is so damned clever does she. And then this other smart remark, 'you've always wanted to fondle those breasts at any and all times, so go ahead and enjoy yourself and fondle them all day and all night now if you wish. You don't even need to pretend to care if I like it or not.' Yes I had them surgically enlarged at my expense and now I'm stuck with them. And they are a lot of damn trouble from this perspective." But he had to recall that a few hours ago they were swollen and sensitive and did indeed have some significant pleasure involved with them. But it was not the pleasure he has come to expect and now he has them all of the time and not just when he's in the mood. And maybe he should not have made them that large for he can't see his belly or his waist line except in the mirror. He was looking at the full length mirror to see his feet and then his very smooth and flat and hairless belly. He was completely naked and he was not a he. That naked body was 100% female and it was beautiful and it moved at his will and he was most definitely inside of that small cute head. And as he looked closely at his new face he was taking note of how smooth and soft the cheeks are. He has not been without whiskers since he was about 12. The neck was soft and without the Adams apple. And those lips were magnificently shaped and he just had to test puckering up to himself. He had always loved sexy ladies but this one did not turn him on and that was strange and yet not strange. "This is not the least bit funny - not funny at all. I have been very good to her - provided a wonderful home for her and wonderful clothes and a famous name and this is what she does to me? Now I'm stuck here as a woman. No not just a woman, but now I am my own wife. Now I am Mrs. Bill Nelson - former model - with no professional credentials other than this drop dead gorgeous body and my husband's empire. No! That is my empire. I built it. I worked for those many long years to develop those devices, build that company and build those millions. I am loved and feared by many for who I am. I am supposed to be a foot taller, 120 lbs heavier, hairy, muscular and with a deep voice. That is the image that the world knows as Bill Nelson. That is the image that demands deep respect from most and fear from many. I am a very competitive power tennis player and a damned good golfer and basketball player. I play in a number of leagues and I play hard but how can I do that in this body?" While adjusting his new body in the mirror - spanning from various angles - he goes on. "How can I play physical contact sports in this body? I am a foot shorter and so slender and soft and physically weak." He slides his now slender fingers over his shapely butt. "The guys on the B-ball court will be fouling me every second just to cop a feel for this magnificent butt or these extraordinary breasts." He does feel compelled to take a moment to deeply enjoy the sensitive skin and admire the extreme beauty of it. He twists and turns and flirts with himself in the mirror. He makes a variety of sexy lady poses and faces in the mirror. He fondles those magnificent breasts and moves them into various poses and positions. "No one is going to believe that I am Bill Nelson. No one is going to want to listen to any of my ideas on technology or business or politics. No one is going to take me seriously at any sport for this body excels at no sports - especially contact sports. They are going to look at me and just get a big erection and fantasize about caressing and holding and kissing me. I am now the toy instead of the toy-master." Now he goes back in his mind to focusing about Barb's earlier behavior (a few hours before). "Now that she is in a man's body she thinks she can just come in on a lady, get herself all excited, relieve her masculine tensions and flash be gone again. Now I've got all the cleanup work to do. She goes off to her office and does who knows what late into the evening and I've got to bathe again even though I had just finished doing it when she arrived the first time. Damn I felt like a helpless toy in those powerful arms. I tried to resist but had all of the free will of a rag doll. I may have to put up with that while she's around but I'll be damned if I am going to put on these sexy little garments just to please her. Men don't wear such silly things and I am a man no matter what that mirror image indicates!" With that comment, he reached into his closet - not hers - and grabbed one of his favorite dress shirts (17x37 tall) and slipped it on. The long sleeves reached a good 6 inches beyond his long red finger nails. The shirt tail reached almost to his knees and 2 or 3 of him could now fill the body of the shirt. He used to be a 38 inch waist and had a 17 inch neck and 37 inch sleeves but not anymore. He reconsidered and swapped this shirt for a similar one but with short sleeves. Now the sleeves ended a few inches just above the wrists but the tail was just as long. He then took a close look at her dainty panties with the lacey elastic and the flowery patterns and choked out a laugh. "No way sister am I voluntarily slipping into those." He shuffled through her dresser and saw a wide assortment of panties and patterns but rejected them all with a snicker. He then picked the top pair of jockey briefs out of his drawer and stepped into them. He looked like a 5 year old boy trying to wear his daddy's shorts - a 5-year old boy with huge boobs. These briefs were obviously way too big in the waist and had all sorts of unused space in the crotch but that was not going to stop him now. He located 2 clothe pins and used them to pinch off the extra fabric on both his right and left waists so the jockey briefs would not fall down. Sure it looked weird but the baggy shirt hid them anyway. He may look absurd but at least he did not feel like a girly play doll dressing up to be hunted. He did have to take note that having that well defined female waist typical of a lovely lady was useful for holding up jockey briefs pinched off with clothe pins. As a middle aged guy his waist was more of a memory than a fact but now he has a well defined waist and wide shapely hips. They were smaller than her male hips but since they were larger than his new slender shoulders they felt so enormous. No wonder attractive women always think their hips are fat for he could not help but feel they were disproportionately large. And on top of that they were soft and covered in fatty tissue rather than hard muscle. And those legs that reached down from those hips were also soft and supple instead of hard as rocks as in his former body. He examined himself carefully in the mirror and seemed satisfied. Yes he looked tiny in these clothes but at least he did not look like a hooker. Barb (as Bill) was just now arriving back at the mansion and eager to see how Bill was fairing upstairs and also eager to start his training as hostess for the ball. She came into the bedroom and had to lean against that door jam to keep from collapsing in uncontrollable laughter at the site of Bill in his former male clothing. She kept quiet and watched and listened. Bill then picked up a pair of his trousers and held them to his waist and was most annoyed when he saw how long they looked in the mirror. There was no way he was going to be able to adjust the length of these and not trip as he walked. He tossed them into the chair in disgust. He looked at himself in the mirror and had to stare at those sexy legs protruding from the baggy men's shirt. He found himself compelled to flirt with himself again in the mirror and then tried to grunt. It came out more like a squeal. He scanned across her rack of skirts and decided he was not going to be putting those on of his free will. He lifted a pair of her shorts up to examine them and decided he was not prepared to wear shorts that zipped up the back. Besides, her pants were not going to fit over these jockey briefs and he was not going to put on her panties. He slipped his feet into a pair of his tennis shoes but the fit was quite absurd and any attempt to walk proved to be dangerous. He laced them as tight as they would go but his feet still slid out with virtually no effort. He walked over to her closest and picked up a pair of her pink tennis shoes and shook his head. He then stepped back and took a wide look over the 2 or 3 dozen pairs of shoes of all sorts of sizes and shapes. He got more curious than he expected. He picked out one of the 4-inch high sandal looking pair of dressy shoes. What would they feel like? He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone for he certainly did not wish for anyone to think him perverted enough to put his wife's shoes on of his own free will. He did not notice Barb hiding outside the doorway. His toes slid easily into the straps at the bottom and the heel rested perfectly on top of the high heel area. A thin strap wrapped around his ankle and he fastened it. He stood up and modeled the shoe in the full length mirror. He was impressed with how naturally he walked in them - surely this is either muscular memory or due to the vast memory of Barb's that was now his. His mind was suddenly full of memories of school proms and then of walking fashion runways in shoes such as these. His memory was flooded with thoughts of young men mesmerized by the movements of this body in those shoes. Then thoughts of those young and strong men caressing him in this body and kissing him. The breast started getting firm and a pleased smile covered his face. His mind was enjoying memories that were not his and the body was reacting in ways he was not expecting. Oh how at this moment he longed to be held by strong arms and loved simply because of his beauty. The shoes felt so right on these feet and they were so magical. Then he shook it off. "I am not gay and I do not long for the attention of men!" But he kept prancing in those shoes and had to admit he liked being 4 inches taller again. Barb was still leaning in the doorway and thoroughly turned on by the image of her now very lovely and sexy husband along with thoughts of poor Bill struggling with his identity. She was fascinated with how easily and quickly she got turned on as a man and her mind was racing with thoughts of caressing and squeezing her former body. She also was pleased to see him enjoying his new femininity and thought this healthy and wanted to make sure he explored it more and deeper. Bill continued to think out loud. "When that little woman gets back home I'm going to give her a piece of my mind." But Barb could hold back no longer. "Give me as piece of your mind?" she chuckled. "Isn't that what got you into this mess to start with? I'd be careful about giving any more of it away." She laughed hard and deep and enjoyed the baritone sound that came from her throat. Bill was very startled and spun around to see Barb's big, wide male grin. He unwillingly struck a classic female pose - legs tightly held together with high heeled shoes touching at both the heels and the toes. It was not the pose of a man projecting power but of a woman projecting caution and defensiveness. His hands were first at his sides pulling down on the shirt to see if it could be any longer and cover more leg and then they jumped to his chest and pulled at the collar to show less cleavage. He was annoyed by these defensive moves but they were automatic and he could not stop them. He clumsily forced to the words as he stammered in his now weak voice. "How dare you come in here unannounced? A girl .. uh - I deserve my privacy." He was again annoyed with how weak his voice sounded and even more annoyed with how he referred to himself as a girl. Barb cut him off as she moved closer and enjoyed her height and deep voice. "I apologize for yes - you girls do deserve your privacy and I intend to help you enjoy many girly things. When I am finished with your education you will have a much deeper respect for and understand for the place of women in our society. You will come to be much fonder of it than you can now imagine. As for any thoughts of giving away more parts of your brain, you'd better hang on to all that you now have. And if you think you might escape your current fate, let me give you some thoughts to ponder. At least you are in the body of a young and sexy lady. Your athletic lawyer partner is in the flabby body of a middle- aged and pregnant woman - his wife. How would you like to try that? Or maybe you would like the fate of your VP of research who is now a stripper at his former club and can speak very little English and is an illegal alien. W could always consider taking from you that piece of your current mind that speaks English and swap it for the part of Asian lady's mind that speaks a rare Chinese dialect. I suspect she would appreciate the ability to speak English in this country and would show her gratitude. How would you like to go around babbling and not have anyone able to understand you? Even the INS might not have translators for some of those remote dialects." Bill could stand no more. "You have no right to do this to me. According to our marital agreement I am the boss of this household and you do as I say. With the way you are behaving I have the right to divorce you and leave you near penniless." Barb had to laugh even harder. "Oh you are the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Have you not fully realized your situation? Legally and physically speaking you are not Bill Nelson but you are Barbara Nelson. Therefore in the terms of that marital agreement, I am the boss of this household and you are the one who would be seriously hurt by a divorce. So you had better straighten up and act as Barbara Nelson is supposed to act or find yourself in a cheap apartment and desperately hunting for a new husband to provide for your expensive tastes." Bill was clearly affected by these words and became very pensive. "Me, a single woman and shopping for a husband? That is an absurd idea. I am wealthy and powerful." His voice was hesitant and his mind was filling with images that were very foreign and intimidating. Barb was starting to get through to him and dissolving his confidence. Barb decided to keep up the pressure. "You may think of yourself as Bill Nelson but no legal system will recognize you as that. Would you like to ask the opinion of your lawyer? He is at home right now probably breast feeding his 4th child and wishing that 5th one would come soon. He is feeling very large and very heavy. I don't think he will be much help to you, but Margot - your new chief legal counsel - might now be more able to help but probably very unsympathetic. Your self esteem has been based on being large and rich and smart and very intimidating." Barb paused briefly to ponder and to watch. Then she went on. "People love you or hate you but they all fear and admire you for your accomplishments and power. As a young boy you were a very good athlete and so the other guys loved and admired you and wanted to be around you. Then you got tall and strong and they loved and admired you even more. As puberty progressed you grew very fond of your deep voice, hairy and muscular body and penis and balls and the implied power that comes from being a large and healthy man. But now all of that is gone. You have no balls or penis any more. You are no longer big and strong and hairy. Your powerful deep voice is gone. Your athletic prowess is gone and your advanced college degrees are gone. These are all now mine along with your wealth and the friends that come with that wealth. You have none of that to define your self esteem and since you've always defined power and self esteem around those attributes you have always had a low opinion of those who did not have all or even some of those attributes - particularly women. But now you are one. You have a soft weak voice and a small frame. Where you had large chest muscles now you have large supple breasts. Where your body once had balls and a penis now you have a vagina. With these you used to be the aggressor controlling the thrusts but now you are the passive receiver of the thrusts. And where you used to control the wealth, now you are dependent on someone else to provide for you and make your decisions." With each sentence Bill was moving further and further back from Barb and was clearly being mentally affected. His body language was shifting from the former defiant attitude to one of humility. Barb had more to say. "Your type of man thinks women are weak in mind and body and you love it that way. You think these are this way because they lack the attributes you relate to power and strength. But now you must discover that these are narrow-minded mistakes. Women are not weak in mind or in spirit. Power and strength can come from sources unfamiliar to you. You will become familiar with these alternate sources of power and influence and once you do, we will then discuss giving you back your old power attributes - if by then you want them back. I will be your teacher. But before I get to being your gentle and loving teacher, I also intend to have fun at your expense. Before you can learn the positives of being a lady, I will exact some revenge and let you first discover more of the negatives as defined by your model of what women should be. You must experience this to lay the groundwork for your education and I have earned the right to have some fun at your expense." Bill was not ready to surrender just yet. "I will find Tony and he and I will find a way to swap back with you. I will have my body and power back and you will regret what you have done." He tried to state this forcefully but his voice was not capable. Barb chuckled even louder. "You and Tony have no access to the lab. You very cleverly made all access protected by voice pattern recognition, retinal scans and finger prints. You have none of those 3 under your control. Even if Tony remembers his voice password and could sound it out in English, his soft soprano voice cannot mimic his former voice pattern and he cannot speak much English anyway. So forget any thoughts of gaining access to the 3T machine." Barb would not let up. She had him in checkmate and was going to make sure he knew it. "Maybe you and Tony can build another 3T machine. The second time should be much easier. You only need a few million - oh but neither of you have that type of money. Do you think in that body you might convince a board of directors to fund your research? I think you'd find some men offering money but not for your research. Of course now that you've proven to yourself such a machine is possible, building the second one will be easier. Oh, but you no longer have the knowledge or skills to build such a machine. Your specialized electronic or biological skills are in your old bodies with me and Ellie. Where this knowledge was housed in your former brain you now have knowledge of women's fashions and makeup and I think none of that will be of assistance to you in designing and building a thought transfer machine. Bill stood still and searched his brain. He searched and searched but could find no recollection about how such a machine would work. How could a machine reach into a brain and read it much less write on it? He has enough of his former self to know he had that knowledge but as he tries to drill into the details he instead gets images of lingerie and shoes and lipstick. Where he once clearly understood the chemistry of neurons now all such thoughts were clouded in mystery and confusion. His face grimaced. "How can you do this to me? I've given you so much and do not deserve this treatment!" He blurted out and caught himself starting to sob. He sank into the closest chair and sat - knees tightly held together and hands covering his face. Then he pulled his hands down momentarily so he could pull at the shirt tail in order to cover himself more modestly. He pulled at the part of the shirt trapped between his body and chair and then pulled at the part that almost reached to the knees. Then he covered his face again as the tears flowed more strongly. Barb was very pleased with her self. The tears did hit a sensitive note, but not too sensitive. "Go ahead and let the tears flow. Learn now that crying is not a feminine weakness but a useful emotional expression that will assist you to recover. Do not hold them back. And I like the way you covered yourself so modestly. You are a well trained young lady." She paused briefly and then redirected the conversation. "As for how I could do this to you, please keep in mind that I did not do this. I was just as unsuspecting as you were. It is Monica and Ellie who have done this to you. You might think back and recall things you have done to Monica and Ellie that might help you understand why they would do this. You gave her some great professional opportunity but you also made her compensate you and Tony with demeaning sexual favors. You and Tony loved to squeeze her butt or her breasts and just tell her that men need these things and woman should be accommodating. She will not be quick to forgive you and some other executives of Nelson Enterprises. As for me, I have no desire to be male any longer than I have to. The power is intoxicating but men have such twisted values and I do miss my wonderful wardrobe. You will soon understand why. But I intend to help Monica reshape your company and I intend to use this time to help you learn some lessons. First I want you to experience womanhood as you defined it in our wedding documents. But then I wish to help you experience it in a much more positive way. We live in a time period when woman have many options - but not all woman have access to them and not all want them. I would not be so na?ve as to tell you there is one simple definition of what a woman is or should be. But I intend to let you experience several alternatives and many will be very pleasurable. But not all of them will be fun. Our society can be very cruel to woman and not all of it is the fault of men." "So, are you ready to start your training or do you still think you can get with Tony and free yourselves?" Bill raised his head a little - just enough to make indirect eye contact. "What do you have in mind?" Barb pondered and hesitated and then responded. "Stand up and look at yourself again in the mirror. Look how ridiculous you look in those clothes. When I came in I heard you refer to me as 'the little woman' but clearly you are the little one. You must take off those clothes. Those are now mine and yours are in the other closet and dresser." Bill could not help but feel so tiny next to her. She towered over him in height and mass. His image in the mirror gasped as he stepped to the side to put some distance between them. Bill shyly responded. "Oh you think this looks bad, you should have seen me with the long sleeve shirt on. My hands could not get free from inside the sleeves." He gestured to show how far the sleeves reached beyond his finger nails. "I switched to the short sleeve shirt and there was no way I was climbing into one of those silly shirts - blouses - of yours. The buttons are on the wrong side or in the back and they over emphasize these boobs I wish to hide." With that he swung open the shirt to demonstrate what he wanted to hide and that is when Barb caught site of the clothes pins holding up his jockey shorts. "So you just had to keep your own jockey shorts despite the bad fit. Look at that baggy portion hanging below your crotch. Something is missing! Pardon me but you lack the balls to fill them properly." The snickers from under her breath became even louder. She then gained some composure and walked closer to him. "My god you look so tiny next to me." He pulled the shirt closed again and held it tightly closed to feint modesty. His neck was uncharacteristically cocked back to look up at the face that formerly was his. Barb smirked a wide smirk and reached a hand on left and right waists and squeezed. With just moderate effort she had Bill lifted into the air and he was trying to balance himself using his arms grabbing at her forearms to keep from falling to one side. She set him down so he had his butt resting on top of one of the tall dressers and legs and feet dangling freely over the front of the dresser. He felt like a rag doll in those hands and he can vaguely recall how great it used to feel when he did this to her when their roles were as they normally were. That feeling of power made him feel in control and often gave him an erection. A Glimpse down to her pants indicated the same was true now but the penis was on the other crotch. He began to quake. "Put me down!" He shouted in that weak feminine voice. "I am not your toy. I am not your doll to play with. You have no right treating me in this fashion. I am a multi-billionaire and your husband and you will treat me with the respect I deserve. I am a genius inventor and you are my wife. You will obey me." "Oh be quiet. We've been over this territory and it will get you nowhere." She pulled his shirt wide open again and examined the baggy crotch area of the jockey shorts. "My-oh-my but we seem to have lost our balls! But do not fear for nature has a law about 'conservation of balls'. You may have lost them but they are not gone. I got them and am taking good care of them." She pulled the baggy part of his briefs hard so the emptiness was even more apparent and then let go so they would pop back into his crotch. "I am now the genius inventor and you are my wife. The role of wife can have many meanings and before we married you defined this one and I agreed to it. This marriage was not built on respect of the professional role of woman but the care of a horny billionaire and his sexual needs and his needs for a trophy wife to show off for his friends and business associates. Other marriage partners have different relationships but that is not what was agreed to here and the terms are clearly laid out in writing. Now you may like to think of yourself as a genius inventor but your clever invention has placed you into the role of wife and sex toy to the inventor and that is the roles we will play for now. I for one am deeply enjoying this change of fate and you will help me enjoy it or you will find another husband." Those words 'find another husband' shot through Bill like a jolt of electricity. The terms of the wedding agreement clearly put all of the wealth and power in the hands of the husband and he loved that idea - at least until now. At the moment he was no longer loving it so much. His identity now was totally dependent on being the wife of the famous Bill Nelson and he did not like being so dependent. If that fell apart he would be helpless. He calmed down some. "Please put me back down on the floor." He kept looking down at the floor then whipped his hair around with a twist of the neck and looked into his former eyes and practiced a very demure smile. "I will find a way to reverse this but at the moment you do have me in checkmate. But can't we find some compromise?" Barb set him back on his little feet and responded. "We can talk about a variety of life styles but at first you must agree that you will not wear men's clothing except if I ask for it. You used to have me prance around in your shirts and I look forward to the same experience occasionally. You must accept that for the moment the body you are in is VERY female and you will treat it that way. You will dress it that way. You will walk that way." She had him completely disrobe and then pulled in closely and caressed the left bun very gently and lovingly. "You certainly recall how much pleasure a man like me gains from a simple caress of your buns. It stimulates my penis but it does much more. It is very relaxing and very distracting from the stresses of my professional life as a man. Such distractions help me succeed and your primary goal in life is to help your husband be successful and look successful. Numerous times you lectured me that it cost the wife nothing to let the husband enjoy her in this manner. Maybe it costs you a little pride for you feel used but you also know how powerful it makes you for you can give me something I cannot get any other way. Of course I could dump you and just go find another pretty butt. Your clumsiness placed me in this body and I am enjoying it and intend to enjoy it. I will play the role of Bill Nelson for now and you will play the role of MRS Bill Nelson." Bill did not wish to compromise at this time but what alternative did he have. He can see the pleasure his butt is bringing to Barb and he can still recall how it was when he used to do it to her. Why not play along for now. At least when he let's her indulge herself in these ways then for that brief time he is back in control. He may not control the finances or the muscles but he most definitely controls the emotions - at least part of the time. Barb comes up from her deep pleasure trance and decides it is time to sober up. "As much as I'd love to continue with this routine we have more important matters to address. Tomorrow is the big fund raising ball that you helped found. It has been a passion of Barb's ever since we married a few years ago and something that Bill agreed to put his name to as part of our marriage agreement - though such philanthropic work is not in Bill's nature. Now as Barb you are the hostess of this affair and last year it raised $25 million just in our community thanks to Bill's wealthy friends and business associates. You and I both know there was another reason it raised so much money. Barb was an expert at using her body to help some wealthy old guys to experience some sexual pleasure they no longer receive at home. Now you as Barb must make sure to play your role very well or we will not make our numbers and your mother will be most upset. You will flirt, tease and in some cases allow them to physically handle your merchandise. It is all for a good cause." Barb was amusing herself watching Bill's eyes fumble around for these memories. Barb now had Bill's memories of watching his wife work the floor and use her smile, her breasts and her butt to turn on the dirty old men of their community and the more she turned them on the more they raised their contributions. Now they will be coming back, bringing more friends and expecting more pleasure. "I must make sure you can clearly access those memories of how you seduced so many men without ever removing one piece of clothing. It was all in the way you cocked your head, tipped that smile, maneuvered that hair and twisted that body. I was a master of those moves and now you must mine my memories so you can be as good if not better." "As Bill Nelson, the thought of breast cancer was something remote. It happens to female co-workers, mothers or wives. Now it is something that can happen to YOU! The genetic mother of that body had it and that body carries genes that unfortunately portend a high risk of BC. So you had better help fund research and cures or you may one day go through the displeasure of having those breast painfully removed along with the lymph glands in your underarms. If you do not cooperate fully and whole heartedly, then I'll just have to leave you in that body to face the fears of old age as a woman - wrinkles, osteoporosis, menopause and maybe even serious breast cancer or ovarian cancer." Bill's face was clearly grimacing and he felt this new resolve to help do anything to make the ball fund raiser a big success. His genetic mother (formerly mother-in-law) would also be very disappointed at the party if her daughter did not use her sexy body in all ways necessary to raise a very large sum of money. After all, it was 'mom' who taught her how to be a lady of great sensuality and now Bill is that daughter. A mother-daughter relationship is very different from mother-son relationships. Mom is going to scrutinize his looks and actions in microscopic detail. Barb continued. "At this Ball, your business and sports buddies come to this affair because they wish to impress Bill Nelson - their buddy and boss and someone they fear and need to impress. You will see them from a very different perspective. Instead of liking you for your wealth and power, they will like for your sexy curves and lovely smile and because your husband is wealthy and powerful. They will still wish to slap you on the back but it will be a much lower part of your backside." Boy did that hit Bill like a ton of bricks. His back-slapping and arm- punching buddies would now be those dirty old guys just looking for a kiss or a butt squeeze. Instead of talking with them about planning a golf game or tennis match they will want some incidental physical contact and some flirtations and a very sexy smile. Barb would not let up. "And those young ladies who normally throw themselves at you in hopes of maybe becoming the next Lady Nelson will now look at you as if you were a whore and be jealous of who you are married to and suspicious how you won this position. You will find yourself looking them over but not for sexual arousal as much as comparing if you look better than they do or wondering how you might look in their outfit. It will be a very different experience and you'd better keep track of who you are or some scandals might break out if Lady Nelson is fondling young ladies." Bill's new simple mind was spinning so Barb decided to let up for now. "We need to get you through your first night as a sexy lady and also start your rehearsal for the ball. Until now, your nightly routine consisted of tossing your clothes on the floor, brushing your teeth and pissing. Then you grabbed some pajamas bottoms and the TV remote and plopped into bed. But as a lady, your nightly ritual will be much longer: 1) You have nightly exercises to keep that butt and those breast and other sexy areas of the body toned. You cannot afford to skip even one night; 2) You must do a skin treatment to keep that velvety smooth and flawless skin; 3) You must brush that hair to a count of 30 on each side so the hair stays very soft; a. You have loved running your fingers through that hair but now you will be the one who must maintain its color and softness; 4) You must use that face cream to keep the pores small and clean; 5) You must brush those teeth; 6) You must pick out a sexy nighty for your husband to like; 7) You must flirt with him so as to distract him from his heavy labors; 8) You must watch your husband control the TV remote; Barb could savor the enjoyment as she watched Bill absorb and understand her words and start to realize his new routines. Then there will be the morning routines. As a guy you had just the 3 S's - shit, shower and shave. Now you will have a more extensive morning routine; 1) Dress in your workout clothes; a. Not a modest outfit but one to show off that body so the neighbors can be reminded abut what a beautiful wife Bill has; 2) Go for a run; 3) Return home and switch into a swimsuit a. Before swimming, do a series of exercises that allow those breasts and buns to bounce around so the husband can enjoy the view; b. Then go for a swim; c. Ignore the immediate neighbors who are using spy glasses to watch you swim; 4) Then come in and shower and fix your hair; a. But before showering, allow you husband to enjoy caressing your luscious body while in that wet and tight tank swimsuit; 5) Refresh your makeup a. You will have so much fun decorating that face and that body; b. Oh and I know how much you hate lipstick but that will change; c. Your lips must be protected from the elements if they are to survive. d. There are so many subtle shades; e. And you must learn to eat and drink with out smearing your lipstick; 6) Eat a skimpy breakfast - very low fat; a. Mostly fruit and vegetables; b. You must maintain the wonderful figure; c. Drink wine and champagne (not beer) carefully at the ball; d. Or you will be falling down drunk; 7) Getting dressed a. You will love the feel of the clothing and the way they make you feel; b. You will come to understand how your looks affect the moods around you and it is your responsibility as a women to raise the moods to a good level; c. COA 8) Conversation as a woman a. More sensitive and caring and not trying to out do the other's story "Now get out of those silly men's clothes and into something more fitting for who you are." Barb helped him remove the shirt and those baggy jockey shorts but would not let him remove the high heel shoes. Bill gave some token resistance but knew he had better play along for now. Barb searched through her dresser for just the right pair of panties. She looked at soft cotton ones with pretty flowers and silky ones and satiny ones. To Bill they all looked small and flimsy compared with the jockey shorts he preferred. Barb decide on a very silky pair of pure white panties and helped Bill keep his balance as he stepped into them and slid them up his legs. As he did so she helped emphasize the way his legs now start so narrow at the ankles but widen as they approach the hips. During this trip the panties go from being very loose to becoming snug. They strain a little as the elastic waist stretches around those curved hips and butt and then contracts around that ideal waist. These panties caressed Bill's very sensitive skin and his face could not help but show how he was enjoying the feeling. He was admiring himself in the mirror from all angles and using his hands to help enjoy the feeling even more. "So this is what it feels like inside these panties! I've always gotten hot watching you wear these and caressing you in them. Wearing them is not a sexual turn on but it is a delightful feeling." Bill was a little embarrassed to be showing his emotions. "You guys love to use the phrase 'get inside a lady's pants' to be code for screwing her. But now you are inside my panties and I am quite safe. Earlier today I noticed how you were experiencing a woman's heightened sense of smell and now you are experiencing her heightened sense of touch. That skin is very sensitive and you will find that wearing many of these outfits can be very pleasant both physically and mentally. You might learn to enjoy shopping to outfit that magnificent body. In that and many other outfits you will also learn that you can control your husband's moods. You can use these moods to help him and to help yourself. Men may control wealth but you control emotions and you will soon find that emotions have more facets than a diamond." Barb was deeply enjoying Bill's intoxication in the sensations that were so new to him. She could not resist but reach out to his waist and squeeze. He squealed and pulled away. She cornered him and gently caressed his very sensitive skin. He squealed and squirmed. He had not been ticklish since he was a young boy. Now he was ticklish to the 10th power. It was exciting and it was annoying. He could not help but laugh and giggle like a little girl. "Stop, please stop. These boobs are bouncing around uncontrollably." He reached high up around his former shoulders and neck and caressed tightly and gave a big hug to his former body. He was subconsciously using his sweet feminine way to coerce his husband to be kind and gentle. Yes he was coercing not with threats and muscles but with tenderness and sweetness. He did not do this intentionally - it just seemed to come naturally and it was very effective. Barb lifted him gently and moved him slightly to another position. "So now I think I detect that you are asking for a bra. You are finding those huge boobs to be a little awkward at this time and would like to restrain them?" Bill sheepishly looked down and shook his head in the affirmative. No man in his right mind had any desire to willingly be strapped into that halter but something had to be done. The boobs kept bouncing and he had to hold one in each hand to bring them to a halt. He could not go around all day holding his own breasts. It certainly would look weird. "Well young lady, let me give you a quick course in bras. No doubt you've noticed even as a man that the clothing catalogs hold a wide range of styles. At times they can be a very uncomfortable nuisance that women just have to put up with. But at other times they are a great source of pride and seduction. I am going to start you off with one of Victoria Secret's sexiest models. You've long been extremely fond of these. They will help restrain your breasts some, but also lift them to emphasize them even more and yet still let them jiggle some to drive men crazy." She helped him pick one out and stepped behind him to help put it on. She just had to reach around to his front and squeeze them firmly. "You know we men are much more adept at taking bras off of ladies rather than putting them on. You will have to adjust it to be comfortable yourself for those intimate memories are not part of my mind anymore." Bill released himself from her massive paws and looked in the mirror. He found that he was very unexpectedly skilled at making the adjustments. As he did so, his pose went from a modest pose to where he was standing very straight and tall in those heels and stretching out so the panties and bra were completely without wrinkle. He was most certainly very pleased with how sexy he looked and pranced with some justifiable degree of pride. "At first I was feeling like a pervert transvestite but now I am feeling very pleased and proud of what I see and feel." "Transvestite you are not! You are a beautiful lady in ladies clothing. What you were wearing earlier when I arrived was more like what a transvestite woman would wear. You are a woman and you will dress like a woman and I can see that you are surprised to be enjoying it. Do not lose this opportunity. We are in private so let lose of your inhibitions and enjoy the moment." Bill was dumbfounded. Yes he was enjoying it. He now has curves where he never used to have them and decorating those curves in this fashion was indeed fun. And the feeling was something very foreign and yet very familiar. With a brain that has mixed male and female memories he was undergoing a wide array of internal tensions. But he liked what he saw and felt and he was indulging the feelings with each move. He then looked over at Barb and could see from her face and her crotch that she was also enjoying it. Bill could see from the twitching of her fingers that she longed to caress him. He sexily strutted over to her and squeezed his smooth belly in very tight against her swollen crotch. Barb started caressing his back and strumming his bra strap like a guitar string. Bill could remember the way junior high boys would tease girls by snapping their bra straps - that was a long time ago. He gently guided her hands down to his silk shrouded butt and then gave her a gentle smooch with his enlarged shapely lips. He was completely in control of both of their emotions at this moment and he wanted to explore this new power. He knew he was very vulnerable to her strength and size but this vulnerability seemed to heighten the emotions for him. He was not prepared to surrender to her threats but he thought it best to appear to be docile so that soon Barb might let down her guard and he could make his move to escape this prison. In the mean time, why not indulge these feelings and have some fun? As a man he should resist the feelings and mental sensations he is now experiencing but the part of his mind that was still Barb's memories was telling him to follow her lead and give in to these strange but very pleasant sensations. He backed away from Barb just a bit, undid her belt and pants and let them fall. Together they pulled down her jockey briefs as he guided them over the swollen penis. He stroked it very sensually and leaned down and kissed his former balls and licked his former manhood. Men sometimes try to put each other down by using insults about having oral sex with themselves but it is physically impossible. But now he was doing it and he was quite enjoying the feedback he was getting from Barb. He placed his large lips around Barb's dick and had her screaming for more. Barb fell to the floor and dragged Bill with her. Bill resisted all attempts to be rolled over onto his back but he kept the top position and he controlled the act of intercourse from on high. He liked being in control but had never done it with these same emotional feelings. Barb had the ability now to take sex when she desired it but she was now discovering it was much more pleasant when given whole heartedly by the one with the female body. Power can come from giving and not just taking and that is an unfamiliar thought Bill would ponder for many days to come. More to follow ...... I am so grateful to some of you who have interacted with me over email. Your thoughts have helped energize my writing. I hope you have found this story to be worth the wait. I would welcome more detail about what you like and would like to see. Bullet points and sample dialogue or experiences would be most helpful. If you would care to collaborate, my email address is [email protected] (be careful regarding personal information). This episode had no new swapping experiences but instead emphasized dialogue and feelings.