Nelson Enterprises - Bill's dreaded mother-in-law is now mom.
Preparing for the Ball - Bill has never liked the way his mother-in-law
Gloria dominates her daughters but now he is one of her daughters
instead of her son-in-law. He deeply disapproves of the way his sister-
in-law Amanda looks down on her older sister but now Amanda is his
snooty sister. Can he keep his true identity secret while he interacts
with them from his new perspective? If they knew his predicament what
fun they would have at his expense.
Previously on Nelson Enterprises: (reading past episodes is not
essential)
A little more than 24 hours ago, Bill was a famous and wealthy inventor
and enjoying the financial and sexual power that comes from that
notoriety. He and his most senior engineers - Tony and Monica - were
finishing early testing of his newest and greatest invention the 3T
Machine - Two-Way Thought Transfer. Monica convinced him that an ideal
test subject would be his own young and sexy second wife Barb whom Bill
was convinced had been cheating on him. But Monica had been plotting
her own revenge on Bill for his sexist ways and now Bill's consciousness
has been transferred into his wife's body and Barb is in control of his
empire and their finances. How can Bill regain his empire without
letting anyone else know of his embarrassing situation?
The Story picks up with Bill (as Barb) finished with his double-
strenuous morning workout - directed by a sadistic female ex-marine
sergeant that he himself had arranged for Barb. Barb assigned him a
particularly heavy workout for her body so he can get it slender enough
to fit into the tight ball gown she has chosen for him to wear. He has
now been relaxing in the hot tub.
The hot waters stir and Bill is awakened from a gentle nap - dosing
while in the hot tub. He has long loved the way this tub can be such a
fabulous antidote for a day of hard stress. But this time is very
different from in the past. His skin is significantly more sensitive
and he now has boobs that bob up and down on the surface of the water.
Barbara's personal servant is standing by the pool holding a stretched
out towel and inviting Bill to come out of the hot water. "Madam,
you've been in there too long already. It will not be good for your
skin. Please exit immediately and I'll apply moisturizer to protect
your skin."
Bill slowly regains his mental bearings. "Madam? What? Oh yes! Thanks
Lilly!" He reaches for stable hand holds on the tubs edge and starts to
pull himself up but that proves unsuccessful. Barb's upper arm strength
is far less than he was used to in his own body and those large breasts
make his center of mass strange and clumsy. Thankfully the swimsuit
holds the breasts from jostling too extremely and he adjusts his
position to make better use of the leg strength women like Barb have
developed as models. Also he is very grateful that most of this body's
reflexes are still the natural reflexes trained into it by Barb over the
years or he would appear to be a complete klutz at this moment. By
relaxing and letting Barb's mind assume control he is finding it natural
to move in feminine ways, ways that look a little awkward to men but
also very sexy to men. If men had wide hips and large soft masses on
their chests they would likely have to adjust their ways of getting up
and walking to the style women have found effective for centuries. Bill
is making such adjustment at this moment. He finds himself relying more
on leg strength and less on arm and shoulder strength or he would likely
fall flat on his face in front of Lilly.
"Madam, are you OK? You seem a little dizzy." Lilly moves over to
assist.
"Yes, dizzy, Lilly, from the heat of the water I suspect and the short
nap. I'll be OK in a moment." Bill quickly covers for his mistakes.
Lilly wraps the towel around his slender shoulders and takes a second
towel and starts patting the legs dry. Bill notices the gentle patting
motion Lilly is using rather than the rubbing motion men use to dry off.
He experiments a bit by rubbing the end of his towel across his forearm
and quickly realizes this is not a smart move along such tender skin.
"No Madam, what are you doing? Please sit here and let Lilly help you."
She gently lowers him into a close by pool lounge chair. Should Lilly
get you some cool water?" She hands Bill some iced bottle water - of
course totally convinced this is her mistress Barb but wondering why
Barb is acting a little strangely. "Please allow me to dry you off
while you regain your composure." Lilly finishes patting the legs dry
and moves up the arms and ever so gently pats those wonderful breasts
dry.
Bill downs the water and his head starts to cool. That short nap in the
tub was so restful but now the events of the past days start to reshape
in his new very feminine mind. Lilly is spreading a very cool and rich
cream along his smooth slender legs. On his more natural muscular hairy
legs such an action would have been a waste of cream and more of a mess
than a treatment. But on these legs this feels so magnificent. Bill
reaches down with his new very slender hands and works the cream into
the skin while Lilly works on the other leg. Between the tender skin of
these fingers and the silky skin of the legs Bill is intoxicated with
this very feminine sensual overloads. He has long loved caressing
Barb's skin but never longed to be inside of it. He would confess a
curiosity but not to any of his macho male friends. No man dare ever
mention such a curiosity but he never truly wished to discover this side
of the estrogen wall.
He leans forward to rise up and Lilly tries to talk him into resting a
moment longer, but he decides to rise and she assists him. He is
grateful for the firm grip the upper part of the swimsuit has on his
breasts. Lilly takes him towards the dressing area along a wall of full
length mirrors. He pauses and starts to examine himself in greater
detail. The room is warm so he encourages the towel on his shoulders to
slide off and freely fall to the floor. The white tank swimsuit clings
so very lovingly to his shapely body. He has always loved to watch Barb
swim in this suit and stand in this suit and stretch in this suit and
bend over in this suit. It never shows a wrinkle when she wears it and
now he knows why. It is gripping him quite tightly but not
uncomfortably. He cannot resist the temptation to twist and admire the
way it so lovingly caresses and displays his buns. In classic female
fashion he grips the spandex lower edges of the suit just below his hips
and stretches it slightly down along the outer part of his thighs. When
Barb would do that in a public beach every male and female eye was on
her and she knew it. What a flirt she could be and Bill loved it.
Lilly comes over and assists him in removing the swim suit and as it
falls into a wrinkled pile around his feet the swimsuit loses its
magical allure. Lilly now starts massaging the skin cream into his well
toned yet still very soft and shapely hips. Barb kept this body well
toned - muscle tone - but not with unseemly muscular mass. The muscles
were well developed yet still covered in a smooth soft layer of female
fatty tissue - encouraged to grow there by the estrogen that runs
through the veins of this body. Testosterone is in low supply in this
blood system and estrogen rules here. And that estrogen has covered
this body in a very sexy and shapely coating of irresistible fatty
tissue and soft skin. And Barb and Lilly have nurtured it to
perfection. Bill is also convinced that estrogen is what has wired this
brain in strange and complex neural patterns he is having trouble
dealing with.
Bill assists Lilly and massages the cream into the butt of this goddess
body and then up the smooth belly and into the tits. He is in no hurry
so Bill takes his time enjoying this treatment. As he proceeds with
this process he is watching each motion in the mirror and experimenting
with flirtatious moves. He is flirting with himself. The portion of
his mind that was transferred from his natural male body into this one
is enjoying the female flirtations. But there is no turn on. How could
there be for there is no penis to be turned on and no hormones to react
to the visual sensations. And worst of all, there are no neural
pathways in this mind to enjoy the turn on. Instead there are neural
pathways that are feeling a sense of self-satisfaction for having helped
develop this body and knowing that it is helping maintain this life of
luxury by entertaining the owner of all of this luxury. And that owner
is no longer he but his husband - yes he heard himself think it - not
his wife but his husband. He vowed to think it but never to say it out
loud.
Bill leans very close to the mirror and examines his shapely large lips
and makes sensual kissing actions with them. He is now the owner of
some of the hottest lips known to man. One of his favorite pleasures
has been smooching those lips and watching her coat them in lipstick has
always been a turn on for him. He will keep this in mind and use those
motions to tease with and flirt with Barb. He now finds himself
caressing those soft pink cheeks connected to those lips - no whisker
stubble and no coarse dead skin familiar to the tough male face. He
steps back slightly and caresses down the soft and slender shoulders.
His familiar muscular bulk no longer there but down the chest is a
different type of bulk. He gently cups each breasts and uses his hands
to play the role of a bra. He fondles the nipples and coos at the
sensitive erotic excitement pulsing in these magnificent inventions of
god or evolution. He has long been a great fan of women's breasts and
in his positions of power he has been allowed to caress some of the best
in the world. That playful caressing in the past would send wild
sensations of joy through his groin area but now the pleasure is very
different. As much as he has long admired women's breast he had never
longed to have a pair attached to his own chest. They look like too
much trouble to take care of and certainly would get in the way of so
many fun athletic activities common to his former life. But now he is
the owner of one of the best pair of breasts to be found anywhere and
will so learn to effectively use them to fill out sexy feminine outfits
meant to drive sober men wild.
As he steps back a little further and rests his hands on his wide hips
in a natural feminine pose he has to make a clear and decisive admission
to himself. He is a woman. There is no fighting it and no denying it.
He is not only a woman but a very attractive woman. And what else is
he? He is a wife. Not just a wife, but the wife of a very powerful man
who has very clear rules about the role of his wife. He knows those
rules well, for he wrote them. He wrote those rules and the prenuptial
agreement that now binds himself to those rules. He wrote those in
reaction to how he had been treated by his ex-wife. But if she knew who
he was now, his ex-wife would be laughing her head off. He no longer
has a wife or ex-wife or evil mother-in-law. That much dreaded "mother-
in-law" is now his over demanding mother. He has seen how she pushes
Barb around and now he knows he will face the same treatment and she is
due here shortly.
Another glance in the mirror told him that there could be advantages to
being the wife and enjoying the pleasures of this body. But there will
need to be some mental adjustments. Should he capitulate and just
resign himself to enjoy the pleasures this life can bring, or should he
use the powers that come with this body and work to regain his former
power. How to decide? Why is it so hard to decide? Making quick
decisions was always one of his biggest strengths, but that was in a
different mind - a faster mind and one wired very differently. And that
former mind was a mind not so overrun with the heightened sensory input
that seems to come from these female senses. What a great gift for the
world of science. Since he is one of the first men to now have the
chance to actually experience a woman's mind, he could be the first to
report the differences. And the first very measurable objective
difference is that a woman experiences smell and sight and touch much
more vividly than a man does. But these are not the only difference he
must deal with.
As a man he had absolute power over a business empire and billions in
financing. He used that power to create new inventions and sometimes
crush competitive inventions. He had helped to start new careers for
disciples and crush the careers of enemies. He used his financial power
and tall muscular stature to control people. Now his powers are more
subtle. His power comes not from who he is but who he is married to.
His power comes not from giving a command but from making the commander
very happy and getting him to issue a command. His power now comes from
manipulating the emotions of the one who has the power.
Lilly helps him lie down to relax for a brief while before the circus
starts as the people arrive to help Barb get ready for the big night.
He doses off for what seemed like a split second but 90 minutes goes by
quickly.
Suddenly he is rudely awakened as the lights are turned on and an
entourage of people comes into his bed room. He is quite startled and
annoyed and sits up in Barb's naked body - ready to bark out orders.
But suddenly he feels more self-conscious than he is used to feeling.
He senses Barb's large breasts giggling and somewhat instinctively
stands in a crouched position and moves over where the robe is hanging
and pulls it up to cover his breasts. As Bill he would have been very
comfortable standing fully naked in front of strangers but for some
reason in this body it seems wrong, even vulnerable.
"Who are you and what is the meaning of this?" he could hear his soft
trembling voice squeak out. He likes to roar with authority but the
roar seems to be missing.
Waldo, a very gay middle aged man steps forward, "Mrs. B, We are from
the salon and we were told awaken you and hurry you along to be ready
shortly. We apologize for startling you but your maid told us that you
left clear instructions to be awakened exactly at 3 pm."
Bill looks at the various faces - mostly female - and starts to
recognize them from Barb's memories. He also realizes that it was not
he who gave those instructions to the maid but Barb with her sense of
humor.
"I apologize" he said softly, "You are so right but you startled me in
my half-asleep state of mind. Please proceed."
The crew swiftly sets up their equipment and wastes no time helping Bill
to get his skin and hair and fingers into immaculate shape. Even the
slightest flaw will be noticed by some of those other ladies jealous of
Barb having landed such a fabulous husband. Many of those ladies were
stalking him also and they were not prepared to give up without testing
Barb's abilities to keep her man. They are a pack of Hyenas sniffing
for blood and in such a group the slightest skin flaw or loss of
muscular tone and shape will be a signal to move in for the kill.
Bill has noticed this competitiveness and jealousy from afar and now he
has Barb's memories and feelings and the process is closer to jungle law
than he has realized from his former guy perspective. As Bill - the one
being stalked - he enjoyed them fighting over him but what would it be
like now trying to make sure no one moves in on his man - his territory?
Will he feel insecure? Will he be gracious or wildly protective?
The salon crew coaxes him to relax and lay back in the reclining chair
while a lady is assigned to each hand, two to the face, two to the upper
torso, two to the hair and one to each leg and foot. Not the slightest
flake of dead skin will be left in place, all skin tone flaws would be
covered and the legs trimmed to leave no hint of leg hair. The upper
torso specialists will see to it that the breasts were nice and perky
and the cleavage irresistible. Bill is now experiencing the torture and
love that a female spa has to offer.
He is loving the attention but uncomfortable being treated as a fine
painting or statue being prepared for an art show. His Bill memories
have nothing even close to relate to this experience so he relaxes to
allow himself to sink into his Barb memories. There he finds comfort
and familiarity. For the moment, he stops clinging to his identity of
power and strength and instead dwells on her power of beauty, possession
and grace. Instead of the "first-person" power and confidence of
ownership and authority he is finding that Barb feels the "second-
person" power that comes from allowing herself to be possessed. Yet he
knows it is not really quite clear who is possessing whom and in that
mystery lies some of the thrill and tension. He is coming even more
deeply to feel first hand that his ability to maintain this wifely power
is directly proportional no longer to his financial net worth or his
engineering prowess but instead on his ability to keep a powerful
husband happy and eager to keep his wife happy. It is a very different
type of power and if it were not for Barb's memories still in her mind
with him, he would likely be very confused and rebellious.
"Hello, Hello, Hello my darling Barbie" came the sudden loud and
confident voice of a very outgoing personality barging into the room
unannounced. The voice and attitude are familiar but different. "Oh my
Barbie girl, Mom is so proud of how you keep that body looking so young
and so unbelievably sexy. Girl you do know how to use your physical
attributes to keep a man coming back for more."
It is Bill's mother-in-law - Mrs. Gloria Pirelli. Oh how he has long
been uncomfortable with her bossy ways but they were never directed at
him for she feared him just enough so as to be polite and submissive to
him. Oh hell, now he is not exactly himself today. This is now his
mother, not mother-in-law and he is no longer something she fears. Bill
had long felt some sympathy for Barb for how her mother drove her so
hard and never let up on her. She planned her beauty career and picked
and poked to keep everything just perfect. She has long intimidated
Barb and no matter how much Barb succeeded, it was never perfect enough
for Gloria.
Bill wants to badly to jump up and put her in her place but the crew is
not yet done with their work. So she is trapped in the reclining chair
and unable to move without getting grief from the crew working on her
body. So he must lie their and take it.
"Yes, I am so proud of how my pushing and dragging you along has helped
you develop the discipline and drive to get this poor sucker billionaire
to marry you and throw so many wonderful things at you. I do hope you
appreciate all that I have done for you. Oh you do have such a
wonderful mother. Bill is such a jerk but all of that money and
prestige of his is so intoxicating. I wish he could better understand
how lucky he is to have someone like you to look after him and his
social interests."
Just then the beauty pit crew members start to pull back and take a
gander at their art work. They seem very pleased with themselves but do
step forward to do a touch up here and an adjustment there. Then one on
each side takes Barb's hands and gently helps Bill rise up from the
lounge position. He sits up briefly but they do not let him sit but a
second before they have him fully standing. The sitting position is not
the most flattering pose for it creates belly wrinkles. They quickly
coax him into a standing position and he finds himself instinctively
prancing on the balls of his feet as if he had high heels on. They spin
him gently and guide him over to the queen mother for her approval.
Now Bill is standing face to face with the biological mother of this
body and he wants so badly to give her a piece of his mind, but
something is stopping him. She looks taller than she ever did before
and her size is intimidating him. That look on her face is unlike any
he had known as Bill but Barb knows it well and it intimidates the parts
of Barb still in his mind. He is digging down deep inside himself for
the fortitude to lash out but what he finds deep down inside is not
fortitude but a well trained submissiveness. He finds he cannot
overcome Barb's years of conditioning. He tries to make eye contact in
a move of power but he finds strange emotions over powering his desire
to take control and instead he looks down at her feet in a very
submissive pose.
While he is looking down, Mrs. Pirelli strolls around him as a commander
in the Army inspecting his men - but what she was using as her metric of
perfection is nothing that will be found on any man in the army. She is
deeply and critically inspecting every curve and every skin pour. She
has no hesitancy to caress and stroke and poke any portion of Barb's
body - to her this is her right and her job. Bill feels a strong desire
to protest - this scene reminds him of times he has helped evaluate a
fine horse - but he is also experiencing some strong Barb emotions of
fear and respect and submission and these over power his ego as Bill.
He has long wondered why Barb was so submissive to mom and now he can
empathize in first person emotions.
As she moves behind Bill, Mrs. Pirelli takes liberties with Barb's body
and fondles Bill's very shapely tear-drop buns. She inspects very
closely using both eyes and finger tips. She caresses his thighs from
the crotch down to the knees. Bill wants to turn and resist but does
not even twitch - clearly Barb is well conditioned to this style of
treatment by her mom. He feels his new mom caress his long hair and
then peer over his right shoulder. Unbelievable for he now feels both
of Gloria's hands - one on each hip - as she examines both hips for any
sign of excess fat and then slides both hands across his slender and
smooth belly and then up to his breasts. She pokes at each tit and
jostles each to test their firmness and flexibility and then squeezes
each one. Bill is even more stunned by her audacity but he still cannot
seem to gather enough nerve to object.
To his surprise he is experiencing a sense of pride for indeed this body
is quite extraordinary and he knows he is about to receive praise for
maintaining it so well. There is no sense in pretending any false
humility at this moment Bill is one incredibly sexy lady. The shape and
tone of that body is not at its peak but it is not far off of it.
"My oh my did I come in at the right time." Bill hears the voice of his
little sister - former sister-in-law. "Don't you appear to be the fine
horse standing up on the auction block waiting for the bidding? Don't
forget to open the mouth and check the teeth." Amanda has never
approved of the way Barb has allowed their mom to treat her like some
medieval bride being put on display for royalty. Amanda chose a
different path - she is a Radiologist, highly paid and well respected as
a professional. She is attractive but a much simpler style of beauty.
Mrs. Pirelli glances at the younger daughter and shushes her with a
finger to her lips. Then she turns back to her obsessive examination of
the older daughter - she recalls her many years of training. "Good my
dear, very good - but not Excellent. You have let a little too much fat
build up around your hips and thighs and you must not let this continue
or it will be near impossible to take it off again. Men can get fatter
and it adds to their prestige and stature but as a fine lady you must
watch every pound and even every ounce of extra weight. I must be frank
here and tell you that I am a little disappointed." And with that last
comment she smacks Bill on one of his shapely and his very sensitive
butts and Bill gives off an embarrassing squeal. He finds himself now
critically examining Barb's body in the full length mirror and himself
finding fault with it and trying to strike sexy stretched out poses that
disguises the effects of the minor extra bulk. To most eyes the tiny
flaws would be invisible but to his and his mom's well trained critical
eyes that sees little flaws like they are giant scars.
"But mom, you know it gets harder each year. You and Bill expect too
much. Why must powerful ego-centric men demand such unrealistic
perfection of their wives and girl friends? It is unfair." As he
finishes the outburst only then does he catch himself referring to men
and his former self in the third person and complaining about having to
play the role of eye candy to help the ego of a man who never will grow
up. "Can't a girl still look beautiful without having to be this
especially glamorous?" Bill pauses, realizes he has been complaining
about himself and then slightly changes his point. "Are you really
certain men want this or is it other women that expect it? I think
women - we women - are mistaken when we think men demand such extreme
beauty of us - it is us women who push each other to such extremes and
then we blame the men. Men enjoy attractive bodies but not this level
of excessive perfection."
Mom snaps back, "Now now girl, where did you pick up such strange
notions? Where do you get off on this idea that we women are to blame?
Men such as Bill Nelson need socialite women to help add to their
prestige and you know that damned well. You knew what you were getting
into back when we started on this road in high school. You worked hard
to shape that body to be the perfect man-trap and it is exactly that.
You learned in the classroom and from the pageants that nothing short of
perfect was going to get you the trophy husband."
Bill decides to keep pushing his long held belief that it is women who
over drive women's compulsive obsession with extreme beauty. "Momma, I
think you are wrong. I think women - we women - have built a prison
for ourselves and for our men. Men may feel the special pressure to
have the picture perfect wife but they actually prefer women who are
less fastidious and more playful. They prefer to role in the hay than
in the grease paint."
"Nonsense my girl!" Gloria interrupted. "What strange TV shows or
grocery store rags have you been reading? Yes, some men are like what
you describe, but not the type of man you want or the type of man who
can give you the things you desire. Quit this kind of talk before
someone important hears you. You have worked hard to get here and some
loose lips could cost you dearly. We - ah you - have invested enormous
time and energy in that body and in your socialite education. You have
long developed skills such as that temptress smile and that subtle head
tilt to tease Bill and make him forget his problems of the day and only
wish to come and solve the puzzle that is Barb Pirelli - I mean Lady
Barbara Nelson. You knew you were going to have to give sex whenever he
wants it and look drop dead gorgeous whenever he puts you on public
display. It should not be a surprise to you and it is not too high of a
price to pay."
"Oh mother, you've never seen him as closely as I have. Yes he loves
the prestige of possessing a trophy wife but he can get quite lonely at
times. He wants someone who can be a close friend and confident. He
tries to draw close to her - I mean to me - but she - I - back away
because he might mess up my hair or makeup. So he is forced to remain
distant. He can own the picture but cannot touch it. This 'do not
touch' rule makes for a prison for both of us as well as a huge amount
of frustration and enmity. And while we are discussing foolish notions,
I think we should dispel that damned stereotype that all men want is one
thing - sex - intercourse. That is enormously overplayed by the media..
He has confided in me how much pleasure he gets just from romantically
touching finger tips or caressing my facial cheeks or squeezing my lower
cheeks. He talks of multiple levels of intimacy and how each is so
exciting in its own way. He despises the term 'fore-play' as if it were
a useless waste of time only performed to warm up the woman. He loves
fore-play and does not wish to rush it too fast." Bill stops to gather
his thoughts while Gloria and Amanda have their jaws hanging wide open.
Gloria is stunned. "I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense.
You are taking a big risk. Don't over-rate love and don't under-rate
wealth. If just plain old attractive is all you wish to be, then you
should aim for a middle manager husband and not the top rung of the
ladder. Do you wish to give all of this up and just be a house-wife or
professional woman like your younger sister?"
Bill was not sure how to respond to that. How could he even momentarily
think of abandoning his fortune and his empire to Barb? But he also
knows what he felt as Bill and how he wanted to be closer to Barb but
she would be stand-offish to protect her makeup or hair and thus the
first levels of intimacy faded between them. But does he risk seeing if
Barb feels that same way now, or must she also be trapped playing his
lonely role. Bill is most certainly trapped and must play this new
female hand he has been dealt - a hand he helped shape to trap Barb -
and maybe trapped both of them in lives of wealthy loneliness. A change
in life goals - the one his mother mentions only in jest - now might
leave him forever as Barb. But inside Barb's head are thoughts from
both Barb and Bill. Does Bill really deeply desire such a perfect
physical specimen as a wife or does he do it to solidify his power over
his industrial peers? Does Barb go to this extreme to keep Bill's
attention or is it more to scare off the other female wolves who stalk
him?
Gloria speaks up again, "You could listen to the words of your sister
Amanda and give up this fine life but you do not have the professional
training she has. She chose the life of the modern professional woman
but that was a choice she made in high school and college and in those
years you made different choices and none of them have given you
qualifications for anything but what you are now."
"Yes, a billionaire's whore!!!" Amanda just had to jump in at that
chance. "You are his slave - he pays you and you perform for him."
Bill has had enough of his little sister. He had known her only a few
years and could not stand her and now he possesses memories going back
to her birth and likes her even less. "Oh just shut up Mandy. You made
your choices and I made mine. You get paid for what you chose to do and
I get paid for what I choose to do. Bill is a fine man. He treats me
kindly and with respect. Yes I give him love and tenderness and sex and
rarely get the option to refuse him. But he is kind and sensitive and
just you take a look at this house and these clothes and these servants.
You have nothing to compare to this life style. Yes I have to work hard
to stay in shape and you have to work hard to maintain your professional
credentials. And one day we will both find that it is hard to keep up
with the younger folks coming up behind us and we will both be pushed
aside. And like you, I have a pension plan. You save lives and make
people happy. I have a gift that helps make Bill extremely happy and he
gives me the ability to run huge fund raisers like this one tonight to
help saves lives. I bet a chunk of tonight's loot ends up paying some
of the radiology bills to you for cancer patients. So don't be do god-
damned uppity with me gal. I have a fine life and you can get off your
soap box and stop looking down on me. Bill works hard, his inventions
make life better for all of us and he comes home very stressed. I can
distract his mind and give him great joy. What is so damned bad about
that? We have a great symbiotic relationship and many people benefit
from it."
Amada and Gloria were in shock. Neither of them had ever heard Barb
give such a speech in all the time they had known her. Amanda just
backs away a few steps and looks away from Bill. Gloria overcomes her
momentary rare speechless spell and cautiously responds. "Well I never
heard anything quite like that. A minute ago I am confused as to why
for the first time in your adult life you are questioning your career
choice and now for the first time I hear you give a first class rebuttal
for this life choice and its benefits. If I had not just given your
body such a careful inspection - a body I know almost as well as you do
and maybe better in some areas - I would wonder just who you really
are."
Bill quickly grows cautious. The last thing he needs right now is to
either have Gloria suspect who he really is or suspect that her daughter
has lost her marbles - even though some of them have taken up residence
in a different body. Can you imagine how much these 2 women would enjoy
themselves if they knew they had Bill Nelson in a very vulnerable
position? The possibilities would be endless and Bill did not wish to
spend anymore mental time on that horror story. Amanda in particular
would gloat endlessly if she knew Bill Nelson was now trapped in the
life style Amanda so looks down on.
He speaks up - a little less forcefully this time. "Oh momma, it has
been a long hard week getting ready for this huge ball. You have no
idea what I have been through and words could not describe the details.
Let's just get on with the preparations."
Gloria steps closer and puts one hand under Bill slender chin. "I am so
sorry and seldom express my appreciation for you throwing this massive
ball to help so many cancer survivors like me who cannot help
themselves. I have been proud of you for a long time and that little
speech made me even more proud to have you as my daughter." And she
then moves both of her hands down to the underside of Bill's breasts and
jostles them now from this front angle.
Gloria speaks softly and sincerely. "My darling you still have fabulous
tits - among the best I've ever seen. Please keep watching your diet
and doing your exercises for I still rue the day both of mine were
surgically removed with cancerous tumors. It would be a tragedy to have
you endure such an ordeal, especially now that we know how to detect and
prevent it. Besides the mental and physical pain, just think about all
of those priceless gowns that would no longer fit."
Now that was a sobering thought Bill did not wish to ponder. A little
more than 24 hours ago he had never had tits and never wanted them. Now
he has a fabulous set and the thought of losing them in a painful
surgical procedure is bringing tears to his eyes. "Enough momma, you
are putting a damper on the evening. We are holding this party in honor
of your long lost tits but let's do it in a more uplifting manner."
Gloria smiled, "And speaking of up lifting, let's pick just the perfect
bra to hold those tits out for all of the men to fantasize about and the
ladies to be envious of. We must lift them just right and make sure
there is plenty of cleavage. It would be an insult for any man to look
you in the eye rather then in the bust - though I know Amanda will think
otherwise."
"Well even though I disapprove of this medieval idea of a woman being a
possession of a husband, I would like to help. Do you still like your
hair done the way I helped you with it last year?" Amanda offered in a
conciliatory tone.
Bill could not quickly recall the hair style from last year but one look
at Gloria and he could tell it was a good idea to accept little sister's
assistance. "Oh yes Mandy, it was so marvelous and I'd love to wear
that style again."
Amanda gave the professional beautician a stern stare that made it clear
that Barb's hair was being done by her sister Amanda with help from Mom.
The beautician turned to complain to Waldo but he pulls her aside and
gives her another assignment. While Amanda and Gloria work on the hair,
others get back to working on the face makeup.
"I swear Barb, stop these folks now." Gloria was clearly getting
irritated with the folks preparing to put so much makeup on her elder
daughter's face. 'You don't need all of this crap and you know it.
What has gotten into you girl? You've won a number of very well known
beauty contests and you did it without heavy makeup." She pushes the
professionals back and coaxes Bill to stand up and moves him closer to a
large mirror.
"Mom is so right Barb!" Amanda adds her 2-bits. "I've always been
jealous of your facial skin and you've been such a master of the light
made-up look." She turns and gives an ugly look at the crew. "Now if I
wanted to look as good as you, I would need all of this gunk, but lucky
for me, I don't feel the need to look like a wh??", She paused and
decided to hold her tongue.
Gloria was making adjustments to Bill's face - removing some of the
excess make-up and luckily she stepped in early enough to prevent any
real damage. She then brushes on some fresh lip gloss and steps back.
Just as she was doing this, Bill spotted the veggie tray "Oh finally, I
am starving" and he picked up some broccoli and took a bite out of it in
classic male style. He wrapped his lips around a chunk of it and bit as
he squeezed down with his lips.
"My girl, what is wrong with you?" Gloria snapped at him. "Look at this
broccoli stalk. You smeared it with lip gloss and now your lips are
almost bare. I've not seen you eat so sloppily since you were 10 or 12.
A lady bites down and pulls away before closing her lips. Now I'm going
to have to redo these lips. Promise me you will not do that in front of
the public tonight or I will be so mortified." Gloria than gives a
quick demonstration of the proper way a lady eats without smearing her
lipstick.
Bill is looking around in stunned silence. He had never before had
anyone tell him to eat in that manner. But now that he watches Gloria
he of course realizes that is the way he has always seen finely dressed
ladies bite at parties but had not taken such personal note of it
before. How else would they keep from smearing lipstick or lip gloss on
everything? He then took more of the broccoli and proceeds to do it
correctly without any visible awkwardness - thanks no doubt to tapping
into Barb's memories. But internally it felt so weird to be so fixated
on makeup and the practices that go with it.
He watches himself in the mirror and then watches Gloria go over and
talk to the beauty crew. Bill struts over to the closet area and sees
some clean cotton panty briefs and decides he'd be more comfortable with
these on. As he starts to step into them he hears Amanda this time
shout out. "Mom, you will not believe what she is doing now!"
Gloria hustled over quickly. "Are you ill? Do you have a fever? You
are not wearing panties on a night like this and in a gown such as the
one we've chosen! And if you were, it certainly would not be a bulky
pair like those athletic panties. The elastic is way too thick.
Everyone will see the panty line through your gown. Tonight it will be
pantyhose covered only by a sheer slip so your natural shape is on
display." She snatches the athletic cotton panties and tosses them
towards the cloth bin. "Gal be honest and open with me. Are you and
Bill having some sort of argument today? Is something not right between
you two? You seem to be so distant and doing some very strange things."
Bill looks towards her momentarily and then down at the floor. If only
she knew how right she is on both accounts. Bill and Barb were
definitely having a running argument inside his head at this very moment
and one could certainly say that things are not exactly right between
them. However, that had better remain his secret for now. "Sorry mom,
I guess just the strain of this week has got me all confused. As for
Bill and I, I can honestly say we have never been closer than we are
right now. I am so sorry for being so careless and I am so grateful
that you and Amanda are here to assist me. I'd be so lost without you
right now." Boy was that ever the truth. He had better relax some and
let more of Barb's reflexes take over.
Just then they all hear the voice of the real Bill shout out loudly,
"Well how is my little lady? And how about my favorite mother-in-law
and favorite sister-in-law this afternoon? You know I love to see us
all together for this annual very important and fun event. I predict
that tonight will be much more successful than last year and that we
enjoy ourselves in new and more exciting ways." Barb had just entered
the bedroom/dressing area and announced her presence with her large and
commanding deep male voice. Acting very boisterously she gives Gloria a
big embracing hug and tries to smooch Amanda on the cheek but she backs
away. Barb then turns to Bill and places each of her large muscular
hands under his slender armpits and lifts him in the air like he might
lift a young daughter or a pet.
Bill shrieks in his high pitched voice and once he overcomes his shock
pleads "You put me down you lovable ogre." That was quick thinking on
his part. He was recalling the playful way Barb would react to such
treatment and he made sure not to seem upset and thereby risk giving his
new family any tip that things were not highly romantic between the two
of them. As Barb gently put him down she presses his back against the
closest wall. "Your wish is my command. I am your knight and you are
my delicate flower. I put you down carefully so as not to damage a
single one of your fragile petals." Barb was so enjoying emphasizing
Bill's discomfort being in such a delicate body. Bill could have
screamed at Barb for treating him in this manner but that would not have
been wise. So instead he chooses to get flirtatious and coy with her.
What a great opportunity to practice flirtation. He slides his hands up
under her shirt and caresses her back. He knew how great that felt when
she would do it to him. Then he places a big wet kiss on her lips and
tries to spin the two of them so she would be the one backed up to the
wall. But that was not going to happen. Barb is surprised by the
affectionate reception but does not lose control. She returns the
sensual kiss and raises the level of it a bit. Bill allows himself to
laugh and coo and make other feminine pleasurable sounds that are
intended to sooth Barb and get her to relax her grasp. He then casually
rotates them enough so that no one is backed to the wall. He relaxes
the kiss and giggles and tilts his pretty face in a very flirtatious
manner designed to distract Barb and get her less focused on control and
more open to suggestions. From the positive response that he sees on
Barb's face and feels in her grip he knows that he has succeeded some.
He passed his first test at trying to control a man.
Bill then looked towards Amanda and Gloria. "Would it be impolite to
ask the two of you to move back into the bedroom and close the door so
we might have a few moments alone?"
Gloria is wearing a very approving grin and gently pulls on Amanda's
elbow and softly speaks. "See how much in love they still are? And
despite his massive build, see how she can calm the savage beast. Would
you like to wager any bets that his trousers are hiding some great
excitement at this very moment?"
"Enough of this sickening and almost obscene display." Amanda had to
show her disgust mixed with jealousy as she helped close the doors to
the large dressing area.
Barb reaches over and locks the door and flicks a switch that turns on
the exhaust fan in hopes those sounds would annoy anyone trying to eaves
drop from in the bedroom. She them moves Bill to the far side of the
dressing area. "Well Barb - he teases Bill with the name that goes with
his current body - how do you like dear ole mother-in-law? Oh yes, she
is no longer mother-in-law for she is now your biological mom. Don't
you love her pushy and domineering ways? Are you becoming a little more
empathetic for my childhood environment? And I know you and your former
sister-in-law Amanda have long been such good friends." She adds very
sarcastically.
Bill snarls up at Barb, "Amanda sure has a low opinion for the life
choices you have made, particularly your goals of going to college to
get your MRS degree. She thinks that is so old fashion and far beneath
what a modern woman should be all about."
"And how does all of that strike you now that you are Barb?" Barb is so
eager to hear Bill's response.
Bill hesitates too long so Barb continues. "Man do I wish I could have
been here when good ole Gloria did her inspection of you like a pilot
inspects his plane. How did you like having your boobs poked and
squeezed by the master? And I am confident she went over that butt with
a fine tooth comb and then down the back of the legs for the first signs
of early cellulite. Did you feel like a horse being put on the auction
block? Did she say anything positive?"
Bill gets a little feisty. "Barb, you've got to slow down a bit. This
brain you stuck me in does not work as fast as yours plus it is trained
to think responses through to the last detail before making a decision.
I feel as though every neuron is being polled before I can give an
answer. The neural pathways in this mind are so convoluted." He stops
to take a breath and Barb almost starts up again but then decides to
wait.
Bill continues, "Your mother is really something special. She had the
audacity to poke and squeeze and caress this body without even so much
as asking my permission. She gave criticism over the slightest defect
which I think even an electron microscope could not see. I was waiting
for her to open my mouth and count my teeth just like a horse trader
does. I wanted so badly to push her away and complain but her presence
is so over-powering and this mind has been so conditioned to fear her."
He paused but held up one hand with just the index finger up to try to
signal Barb to be patient because he was just pausing to catch his
breath. "And that sister of yours is an ordeal. I've seen for the past
year that she had little tolerance for Bill Nelson and his world of
macho men and subservient woman. I had no idea she came down so hard on
you. She clearly has a sharp mind and a quick whit and has chosen to
pursue the alternative life styles modern woman is allowed and even
encouraged to do."
Barb waits for a moment and can see Bill is ready to yield the floor to
her to get a chance to speak. "Alleluia! Maybe we can use this
invention of ours to help more men learn to empathize with the lives of
their wives. How many marriages would be enriched by trading places
long enough to know each other's parents? In past encounters with mom
you were able to use your stature and power to intimidate her but this
time you had no such weapons. I suspect a 'yes mam' was about all you
could muster."
Barb watched Bill for a reaction but again she got impatient with his
mental slowness. "But don't be too hard on either mom or Amanda. They
both really do care about you and mom has invested a great deal of time
and energy and hope in helping you achieve this status in your life and
a marriage such as this one. She would hate to see you relax too much
and let it slip away."
"Barb, I know you wish you could have watched me go through that ordeal,
but I also wish you could have seen and heard me respond to your sister.
I lashed back at her for putting down my - your - life style. I spoke
up strongly for the things you bring to this marriage. She was quite
startled."
Barb was amazed but skeptical. "Did you openly admit that you - that
body - were brought into this marriage to be your trophy and make you
look socially successful? Did you openly admit that you brought me into
this marriage to be your sex toy - your stress relief? You are right, I
would have loved to have witnessed you defending my former life style.
"Listen Barb, we've been through this before we were married and several
times since. I certainly did not marry you for your powerful brain but
I have been good to you and you have been fantastic for me. You know
about my first marriage. In it I tried that modern twist on marriage
and a woman's new role or roles in our society. It did not work out and
I refuse to take all or even most of the blame. So when I met you I
knew exactly what I wanted and you knew exactly what I wanted. No one
can say I deceived you and no one can say that I have not been very
generous with you and very loving."
Barb is impressed but has to smile a bit as other thoughts enter her
mind. "Did mom give you a good lecture about what are your
responsibilities in the feminine role of this marriage? Did she harp on
keeping yourself sexy so your HUSBAND is attracted and pleased and his
social friends are impressed? Did she remind you that your identity is
now dependent on your husband's success so you had better help keep him
successful?"
Bill is looking down and then into the mirror and then snaps back at
Barb. "Yes, she took nothing for granted and reminded me of all of
those things and more. As a woman - especial in this life style - my
identity and my power and my income is all based on my husb?. - Bill is
choking on the word - my HUSBAND's success and at this moment in time
you are the husbbbb ?."
Barb is loving this so much and her penis is getting rock hard. "Say it
my cute little dear. Say 'you are my husband and I am your wife' and
say it with conviction." she chuckles after finishing it. "You have a
HUSBAND. You are a WIFE. Being a WIFE is not a horrible thing but you
guys like to look down on it and make fun of it. You love to tell
stories about your wife's failings and weaknesses. So you are not
comfortable now being the object of those stories."
"Alright already!!! I am a WIFE and I have a HUSBAND and you are that
HUSBAND." Bill starts to yells out but then remembers who is in the
next room so finishes on a quieter note.
Barb looks toward the door to the bedroom and shushes Bill. "It is
probably not a good idea that those two ladies discover who you really
are. First off they will not likely believe it but I think they can be
convinced and then you'd be in one hell of a fix."
Bill shutters at that thought and signals agreement.
Barb whispers, "So you said it out loud. You called yourself a WIFE. I
bet that really hurt."
Bill then changes the conversation some. "And my good ole hubby, how
are you enjoying your situation? From what I've seen you are acting
like the cat that ate the canary."
"You are so right little ole wify and you are that canary. It is so
much easier to get showered and dressed and taking a pee. When I speak
people listen carefully and respond with respect. If I raise my voice
just a little I see people cower and jump to attention. I like this
tall muscular build and how easy it makes so many things. I love that
car you drive and the power under it hood. I love how quickly I can
make decisions and not being delayed thinking through how many people
may or may not like the decision. I can use offensive language and not
fear repercussions. I can add a few pounds and no one will notice. I
can look a little sloppy and my mother will not lecture me. People look
me in the eye when I speak and they do not patronize my opinions. They
hover on my every word and assume I am right about any topic."
Bill is amazed by this soliloquy. None of what she said was a surprise
but it did come across all the more passionately because it was coming
from someone for whom these experiences were new and 180 degrees
different from her normal experiences. As Barb, so much of what she
said was of little concern to most folks - especially men - and normally
their agreement with her was in a patronizing fashion. Bill now knew
these ideas not from a third party perspective but a first hand seat and
it made them feel all the more passionate. Bill commanded respect and
it must be strange for Barb to have that experience. It is probably
just a matter of time before Bill gets to experience the female emotion
caused by being ignored or taken way too lightly on an important matter.
"And what do you miss by not being Barb" Bill felt he had to ask even
though he was sure he knew the answer.
Barb paused and looked squarely into Bill eyes and chuckled. "I miss
the deep sensitive feelings. I miss the deep conversations with close
friends. I miss the wonderful clothes - how they look and how they feel
and even more so, how I feel when I have them on. There is no parallel
feeling for a guy. It is not a feeling like the feeling of power. It
is a feeling of being beautiful and having other people notice that
beauty. And have you noticed a difference in your senses. My senses of
smell and taste seem duller. My sense of touch is so one dimensional now
and subtleties in color shades are so gone."
She looks over at Bill and notices how he is testing his sense of touch
on some of those wonderfully sheer fabrics. From the smile on his face
it is obvious he is noticing the heightened pleasure. "I do have to
admit that I seem to see so much richer color shades and my sense of
smell is almost intoxicating when I inhale from the flowers. And when
these clothing fabrics touch my skin I get so tingly."
Barb pulls up close to Bill again and clutches him in tight against her
furry belly. "But I still get to enjoy these wonderful clothes but in a
very different way. I enjoy them through you. I enjoy watching you
walk and move in these clothes and move in such delightful feminine
ways. And as much as there are sensations I miss from this male
perspective, I also get to avoid all of the high maintenance. You have
to expend the huge effort to keep that body sexy and work to keep your
delicate clothing from being damaged. I now get the pleasure without
all of the work. Speaking of such, did you enjoy the double-load I had
your trainer put on you this morning? So nice of you to have chosen
such a hard driving trainer for me months ago and now she is your hard
driving trainer. And how about the smell of that bacon I left for you
this morning. I can eat the bacon but you dare not do anything more
than just smell it." Barb was almost killing herself laughing by this
stage.
"Ah, but you get to enjoy them only if I - the wife - am in the mood and
wish to give you such a pleasure" Bill snaps back.
Barb was not caught off guard. "Ah, yes the women can control the mood
of each moment and thereby control her man and even punish him. But do
not forget that in this relationship I - Bill Nelson - hold all the
cards. You do not have the right to say no without taking a big risk.
I control all of the money, I own the house and I am now on the power
side of the pre-nuptial agreement - the one that places such strong
conditions on the WIFE. And as you so agreeably admit a short while ago
- you are now the WIFE. And yes, one new thing that I control - I
control the knowledge of who you are. To be more specific, I control
what Gloria and Amanda know about you and your predicament. If you
think Cinderella was mistreated by her wicked step mother and step
sisters, would you like to see how they would treat Bill Nelson trapped
inside that body and that life? And how would your ex-wife and even
former secretary enjoy interacting with you now. So be very careful
when and how often you choose to say No!"
Bill was quickly put back into his place. He is not totally without
power but all of his power must funnel through his HUSBAND so his power
is based on his ability to make Barb wish to please him.
Bill could not help but notice the glow in Barb's eyes, feel the strong
tension in her strong hands that were grabbing his slender upper arms so
tightly and notice her penis was throbbing wildly. He had not noticed
her pull down the jobbing shorts and expose her enflamed masculinity.
Bill started getting very nervous. He felt himself being lifted and his
back being tightly pinned to the wall. He was totally off the ground
and completely helpless.
Barb spoke softly but in her deep commanding voice. "Some of my senses
may be much duller than before but I figure maybe the lack of sensory
experiences in other parts of my body is compensated for by the large
bundle of nerves that is tied to this thing throbbing in my groin. It
is begging to be satisfied and I do not have the discipline training to
know how to deny it's wish."
By this time Bill was high enough off the ground that his vaginal area
was above the tip of her penis and he could feel it starting to
penetrate. Apparently all of this heated discussion about power had
turned him on as well so Barb was going to have no trouble sliding
inside his vagina. "No! NO!" Moaned Bill. "Not now!" He is still
being careful not to be too loud so as to attract attention from the
bedroom. "This is lousy timing for you to exercise your manhood."
Barb uses her massive strength to hold him in place and move him up and
down over her throbbing penis. She does not penetrate far yet but
simply teases him. "And I know one of the things you miss about being
Bill. You deeply loved taking control and impaling me on your cock.
You loved the power that it represented over me and the fact that I was
far too weak to resist."
"No Barb - I must insist that you stop this now. Ah - Oh - oooooh!"
Bill has to pause his protestations to respond to the wild sensations
shooting through his body. As a man the sensations are highly
concentrated in the groin but as a woman they seem to radiate through
the entire body and mind. "No! This is a really extremely bad time for
you to be playing this power game. I have spent all afternoon getting
my hair and nails and skin done and you are making a mess of all of our
hard work."
Barb just let's loose a soft deep chuckle. "How many times have you
insisted that NO from a woman does not always mean NO? How many times
have you demonstrated that a woman often starts with NO but it takes the
man to make the decisions and in the end she is shouting YES!! Yes!!
YES!! I know you'd love to be jumping on me, controlling me and
thrusting into me, but you no longer have a thruster and you no longer
have the muscle strength to control the moment."
With that said, Barb let's Bill come down hard on her cock just as it
explodes deep into him. "AHHHHHH, Yes, Yes, Yes !" Bill cannot help
but shout out despite his desire to protest. The ecstasy is wilder that
anything he has ever known before. He slowly starts to relax and sinks
into Barb's arms and wraps his arms around her back in a loving act of
surrender and gratitude. He whispers into her ear "That was incredible
you bastard."
As her penis relaxes, Barb eases Bill to the floor and pulls his pants
back up. Bill is trying to recover his breath and his senses. Barb
encourages him. "My sweet little darling. How do you like being the
weaker sex? What an afternoon of firsts for you. First you admit out
loud that you are a WIFE and now you learn what it is like to be impaled
from below while shouting NO." She backs away to give him some room.
Bill clumsily starts to get up but once again is relying too much on arm
strength that no longer exists. Barb bends over and easily lifts him up
and leans him against the wall. "I kept telling you NO!" Bill says
still breathless. "Look at the mess you've made. Now I'll have to
shower off and get my makeup and hair repaired."
Barb is amused beyond words. "You have no idea how it tickles me to
hear you all worried about your hair and your makeup. These things
never used to stop you from having wild spontaneous sex. And you should
see the glow on your face. Every man who has ever deeply satisfied a
woman knows this glow. You will have it all night and it will add to
your charm during the ball."
Gloria finally runs out of patience and knocks on the bathroom door.
"Enough you love birds, we are running out of time and have much to do
still. Bill, you can get ready quickly but Barb has much still to
accomplish." She even tries to open it, reinforcing Barb feeling that
she is glad she locked the door. Gloria now bangs on the door.
Bill smiles up at his husband and takes his hands. "OK - that was
incredible but you've got to be going so I can finish getting ready. It
will take you all of 15 minutes and I will need 45 minutes to an hour.
Let's agree to have a fun evening. I will work hard to play my part -
Lady Barbara Nelson - and make the guest very happy and the fund raiser
a huge success. I know my role - it may be clumsy at first - but I've
got your memories of how I should behave and who is who - but now from
the feminine perspective - sans all of those guy-to-guy secrets that are
left in your mind. I also know my motivation - these breasts belong to
me now and although I did not ask for them, I would miss them as long as
I am you."
Barb smiles and agrees that she will play her role well and
superficially, for superficial is what men are. She gives Bill just one
more piece of advice. "Modern women talk about being upset because men
look at their boobs instead of looking them in the eyes. If the men are
looking you in the eye tonight, then the evening will be a failure. You
need these lecherous old and young men looking at your boobs, at your
cleavage, at you lips and at your hips and your fantastic butt. This is
not a night for rational discussions but for passions fed by hormones.
You want then dreaming of you in horny ways and all wishing to be the
man that most pleases you by making the biggest donations or biggest
bids on the auction items. You need them drunk on alcohol and estrogen
curves and their own testosterone."
Barb pulls open the door to the bedroom and playfully digs at Bill, "You
ladies still have more prep to do and I know you wish more time for girl
talk." She gives a coy smirk and a wink back at Bill at an angle the
others could not see. "I know how much Barb loves girl talk with her
family so let me get on my way to shower and put on my tux. I know it
takes you gals so much more effort to get ready than we guys but we guys
are so grateful for how magnificent you ladies look standing next to
us."
"Bill shouted out as she was closing the doors. "Easy for you to say!
You just barge in here and mess up my hair and lipstick and just bounce
on out of here and leave me to put it all back together again." He was
stunned to listen to himself being upset about his hair and lips being
messed up. He was scaring himself more than just a little.
Gloria takes one look at Bill and gasps. "My dear what have you two
been up to? I thought you were talking and planning and being
affectionate but I had no idea you were going to wrestle and make wild
love. You are a mess and we are very short of time!"
Bill was wishing he could get ready as quickly as he used to as a man,
but he also had to admit that he was strangely now starting to look
forward to these clothes and the mesmerizing affect he was going to have
on the guests tonight. "Let's not complain and just make an adventure
out of it", he thought to himself.
Barb buzzed off and Bill was now back alone with his new family and a
few of the prep crew.
Gloria hurries him back into the bathroom. "We must get your hair and
face back together quickly and I want you to practice eating some things
to make sure your mind has settled down from this brief distraction.
Amanda, you tend to the hair, Waldo, you can have your crew re-fix the
face if they agree to keep the face paint down to a level it is not
obvious to the most casual of observer. I will get the pantyhose, slip
and shoes."
She looks again at Bill, this time with a little more eye for detail.
She could see that her daughter had just been through a deep and
wonderful sexual encounter. "You are a very lucky woman to be so in
love and to be able to share such moments. I personally still think he
is a jerk but I am glad to see he can bring out the woman in you. But I
also see you will need to shower quickly to get rid of his semen.
Someone please get me a shower cap so we can keep this hair dry."
Bill had