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A man is feminized by his wife and his business partner and framed for embezzlement. Can he survive the humiliations his wife intends to subject him to and start a new life? Thanks go out to Marina Kelly for her editorial assistance in improving the quality of this story. We find comments (good or bad) to be valuable in helping us to write a good story. Thank you. Chapter 10 After starting Rob's nightly conditioning program, Geri returned to her bedroom. She reflected briefly upon how the drugs aided her husband in being receptive to the suggestions that were contained on the tapes she fed into the player. At first, she would not have believed that it was possible to manipulate a person's attitudes and behavior in the way she was doing to Rob. She could use the programming to mold his personality into her obedient slave, but Doctor Winters warned that everyone had lines that they would not cross and that no amount of brainwashing could make them cross that line and remain sane. To get someone to even move out of their 'comfort zone' required a long period of work. With the assistance of the drugs she was using and the constant reinforcement of that programming during the day, Geri was trying to speed up the process. She and Evan had determined that they would need a scapegoat for their theft of the account balances in Rob's company. She knew that Rob would not co-operate in the fraud, regardless of the amount of brainwashing he was subjected to. During their eighteen months of marriage the amoral Geri had found her husband had a disgustingly strong ethical streak running through him that she did not want to take the time to breakdown. So they decided Rob would be turned into an airheaded bimbo sissy she- male, thus when he was caught and tried it would discredit his inevitable denials. To bolster that theory they would plant evidence indicating that he wanted to disappear into his new lifestyle. Geri worked with a mob forger to create a diary and photo album that she intended to plant in Rob's office indicating he intended to use his ill-gotten gains to support himself in a lavish and decadent lifestyle. The pictures she had created of Rob with some transformation software would seal the deal by showing the person Rob wanted to be. She went so far as to make airline reservations in the name of Diana Tanner to Thailand and scheduled a Rob Tanner for SRS surgery. When the time came, she and Evan would present Rob with all of the evidence they had trumped up against him. The threat of turning him over to the police in his shemale body would be enough to force him to cooperate and turn his two hundred million dollar trust fund over to them. Once the money was in their possession Geri would personally walk her naive hubby to the police station. Just the thought of him waltzing into the police station in a tight miniskirt, boobs bouncing uncontrollably and balancing on five-inch stilettos made Geri soak her panties. She and Evan would walk away with almost three-quarters of a billion dollars. Of course, half of that amount went to the branch of the Mob that was helping to finance this little venture and were controlling the doctor who had made Geri's ability to program her husband possible. Rob's revelation that he had spent more time with the friends he had made earlier in the week excited her. Because there now more players in the game of 'Make Rob a Sissy', she wondered if she could use those relationships to her advantage in reinforcing Rob's sissy thinking. They already believed that he was a woman, with the plastic surgery performed by the doctor and the new gene therapy. Right now Rob appeared and sounded just like a woman in her twenties and would continue to morph more into a female as the days went on. He'd even been invited to dinner by one of those friends and it appeared that he saw Rob as dating material. She had decided to start Rob on one of the programs she had been saving and this now seemed like the perfect time. This one would convert him from just being an airheaded sissy into an oversexed slutty she-male. Of course, it would take several sessions and a lot of reinforcement to push him into acting that way on a constant basis. Considering that Rob would be going out on a date with a guy, as a girl, any feminine behavior on his part would be encouraged and if Rob made any seductive move, it was sure to be taken advantage of. She would have Rob, using his best Diana voice, call Jake and accept the dinner reservation. Just going on a date like this would break down her husband's now shaky hold on his masculinity even further. He had already admitted that he liked spending time with Jake and was frightened by the fact that he had enjoyed the two kisses that Jake had stolen. One of the special message tapes that the doctor had been forced to provide would be used the night after Rob's date and that should finish the job. Then it would just be necessary to continue to reinforce that conditioning until she was able to 'release her femmy husband into the wild'. She would have to give some thought to how she might be able to use Rob's friend Tanya in reinforcing his mindset of being a slutty girly-girl. Thinking about everything she was planning on doing to Rob up until she disappeared and he was arrested, and maybe later, was seriously arousing her. She had not allowed him to put any of her clothes away after he had cleaned and folded them because she didn't want him discovering what she had in her suitcases and bureaus. Things like mental conditioning tapes and bottles of pills that made Rohypnol seem like breath mints. And then there were things like the very large, vibrating dildo that she took out of the bureau that she did not want to have to explain to her husband. He would have a very good point if he asked why she needed the vibrator if he was here and was willing to satisfy her. She was still debating on whether she was going to share that with her kind hearted sissy. There were just some conversations that a wife just didn't want to have with her husband. She had already made sure that the house was locked up and that Rob was fast asleep with his headphones securely fastened. Regardless, she locked her bedroom door to prevent any surprises. After she hung up her robe and slid her lingerie off, she settled back on to the bed with her electric friend. At over twelve inches long, it would have given some cattle prods a run for their money. Fortunately, it did not dispense electric shocks. At least, she was pretty sure that it didn't. She giggled when she remembered one that she had owned in school that did give little shocks. She'd only used it on herself once, but all of the slaves she had dominated during that time had experienced it many times. It was good to be the King ...even if you were really the Queen. She rubbed and stroked her much more sensitive body until the wetness between her legs was almost more than she could handle. She licked and sucked on the monster dildo until she had lubricated its entire length. Her images of the dildo being a very well-endowed Rob or Evan contributed in turning her to a higher level. When she imagined her husband's mouth and the vibrator working there magic in her crotch, she became even more aroused and wished that her husband wasn't drugged out of his mind and becoming more of a woman, a slutty woman at that. She slid the end of the dildo into the entry of her pussy and moved it slowly. Just the feel of it was thrilling and she stiffened a little in anticipation. She moved it up and down along her slit, just like a real penis would. She slid it deeper into her canal and back out again, her natural lubrication adding to her saliva, and making the silicon phallus velvety smooth. The combination of her growing arousal and the flow of her juices, made it harder to hold with just her fingertips. Her breathing became more labored as she built toward her first orgasm. It was a testament to how horny she was that she was ready to come without even turning on the vibrator. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she guided the dildo all the way in until it was touching her cervix, visualizing that it was actually Evan nut deep in her pussy. She fumbled with the end of the dildo, desperately trying to find the on switch. She had never been much of a screamer, but the vibes against her vagina walls practically sent her into orbit. She started giving out short gasps of pleasure and, finally, she had to put a pillow over her face to keep her rising passion from waking sleeping beauty in the next bedroom, one hand started sliding the dildo in and out and she used her other hand to begin diddling her puckered butt hole with first one and then two fingers. She kept up plunging the vibrator in and out of her pussy and fucking her ass with her fingers until she practically passed out. She was glad that she had set her alarm to wake her up in time to disconnect Rob from his headphones as she fell asleep with the dildo vibrating away on the bed between her legs. If the batteries hadn't run out during the night she wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all. Her first thoughts upon waking the next morning, she would have to remember to add batteries to Diana's shopping list. * * * * * Geri woke Rob early, before the sun had come up, after retrieving the player and headphones. She decided that if she was to be a little tired today, Rob could be too. She watched him walk through the dining room on his way to do his morning business watching the tell-tale sway of his hips. Geri could see that the conditioning had started and that she was correct in thinking that more sessions would be necessary. Once he was done with his morning shower, he returned to his room and came out dressed for the day as a housekeeper. Geri decided to set her plans for the day into action. "Diana." "Yes, ma'am?" Rob was responding automatically to the name now, just as Geri intended. The fact that he also was conducting himself as a proper household servant was another point of amusement for her. It was unfortunate that she had no one to share the joke with. It was something that she would be able to regale Evan with once this was all over. "You need to call Jake and tell him that you will have dinner with him tonight," Geri said. "But I thought that we talked about this last night," Rob answered. "I don't think that I like your tone, missy! I slept on the idea and have decided you are going and you will be the best date this Jake has ever had." "But ma'am, what if I don't want to do that?" "Diana, please remind me again who makes the decisions in this house!" Geri snapped. "Besides you've been trying so hard here that I thought that you deserved to have some fun. Think of it as a kind of apology for telling them to give you the glamour nails that you didn't want. Just remember that you need to act like a lady. Remember a man won't buy the cow if he can get the milk for free - hee hee" She smiled reassuringly at her husband. "Well...All right," Rob answered slowly. He went into his room and came out with the paper with Jake's phone number on it. Geri snatched the paper from Rob's hand, quickly memorizing the number. She then dialed it and waited for the first ring. Geri handed the phone to Rob. Geri watched her husband's behavior as he waited for Jake to answer the phone. He took short steps back and forth while he nervously played with his hair. Once she saw him actually check his appearance in the shiny side of the toaster. Once Jake answered, Rob acted like a teenager talking to her boyfriend on the phone. He, in fact, flirted a little as he told Jake that he would glad to meet him for dinner and was looking forward to it. Rob shyly asked Jake what he should wear that night. At that point, the conversation took a nose dive when Jake responded that if he had a choice, he would have her go as Lady Godiva. Rob's stunned silence was so profound on both ends that Geri looked up with a frown and Jake fell all over himself apologizing when he realized that he had almost put his foot into a big, messy pile of smelly stuff. Geri had made it clear from the beginning that they needed to stay hidden, so Rob declined Jake's offer of a ride to dinner and suggested that he meet him at the restaurant. The way he said it made Jake afraid that he might have offended Diana more than an apology could fix. Rob just did not realize that this was actually due to Geri's desire for total control over him and she wanted to know exactly where he would be throughout the evening. Rob wrote down where Jake planned on taking Diana to dinner and hung up. He broke out in a big smile when he was finished and said, "He said that he would meet me for dinner at Outback!" He practically squealed like a schoolgirl. Hearing that Jake was expecting Diana at the restaurant in the early evening, Geri could see that left Rob with several hours of free time. Rather than have to find things for him to do, she decided that a little reinforcement of his latest conditioning via some audio-visual aids might be in order. She instructed Diana to clean up the breakfast dishes and to then clean the bathroom. This last was just to get him out the way for a few minutes while she mixed up a drink for him. Rob obeyed her without a question and disappeared into the bathroom. When Rob returned from cleaning, Geri was relaxing at the dining room table with a cup of coffee. On the table next to her were a glass of juice and a small stack of movie boxes. "I thought that after you had finished your chores you needed some juice and that you could relax with some movies until it was time for your date," Geri said. "After all, you can learn something new by watching them." A lot of new things were what she thought and hoped to herself. She smiled disarmingly at Rob. Rob returned her smile and said, "Thank you, that's very nice of you." He picked up the glass and quickly drained it. Knowing that she only had a few minutes before the small dose of the drug she had mixed into the juice took effect, Geri hopped to her feet and said, "Let's get you settled then." She took Rob's elbow and walked him into his bedroom. Installing him in the chair before the television, she took the first movie from the stack of porn movies and popped the disc into the DVD player. Starting the movie up, she checked to see just how long 'Slutty Girls' would run and made a note of when she needed to come back and start up the next movie. Short of actually walking him through scenarios where he had to act like a slut, Geri knew that this was the best way to break down his resistance to the behavior she wanted Rob to exhibit. When she left the room, Rob sat mesmerized, staring at the TV screen, his eyes appearing to be glazed over. He never even noticed that his wife had left the room. While Rob was watching dirty movies, Geri took the time to call the clinic where she and Rob had been 'enhanced'. She explained that her husband was still very sensitive and that she wanted to have him seen to make sure that there were no complications resulting from the procedures Rob had been subjected to. She accepted an appointment for the following Monday morning and hung up. Geri came back twice more to start up other movies for Rob. She knew that the final one, 'Debbie does Dallas', was on oldie, but it was a goodie. She could see that the movies were having some kind of impact upon him because she could see that he was flushed and his blouse and skirt were a little disheveled. If he wasn't picking up pointers, he was certainly getting into the action, Geri thought. Maybe some of this really would sink in. She wished that she could be along on tonight's date, just to watch her husband Mr. 'Goodie Two Shoes' lose his sanctimonious honor and with any luck maybe his virginity to another man. She grinned wickedly at some of the nasty images she conjured up of what could take place over dinner or after it. But she knew that the likelihood of something happening tonight was low. She only wanted Rob thinking like a woman in heat tonight, she saw no reason to humiliate him unless she could be there to watch it. At the end of the final movie, Geri could see that Rob only had a couple of hours left to prepare for his date. There was about an hour left before the drug she had dosed him with would be wearing, so she shutdown the DVD player and television and got him to move over to the bed for a nap. This way, he wouldn't be falling asleep in his salad. She wanted him to be awake and thinking about being a slut all the way through dinner. As Rob drifted into unconsciousness, he did so with a vivid image playing in his private head theater. He visualized himself dressed as Diana. Geri on her knees with her head buried under his dress deep throating him. Geri would have been disappointed to learn the reason behind the smile on her husband's face. Geri wanted a promiscuous Diana to be awake and thinking about nothing but being a total slut all the way through dinner. She came back an hour later to wake Rob up and get him moving toward preparing for his big night out. "Diana...Come on. You have to take another shower and get ready. You don't want to keep your stud waiting, do you?" Rob woke slowly. Once he was fully awake, he exclaimed, "I never picked out the clothes that I'm going to wear!" He threw himself out of bed and started pawing frantically through the bureau drawers. In moments, the drawers were empty and the air seemed to be filled with lacy lingerie floating to the floor like giant snowflakes. They ended up forming silky drifts on the floor and bed. Geri watched her husband behave like a typical teen-ager hurrying to get ready for a date with her hunk of a boyfriend, instead of a young woman who was supposed to be preparing for a dinner date with a gentleman. "Diana, stop that this minute, you are making a mess! I'll get your outfit ready for tonight. You go in and take your shower. Make sure that you use some of that scented body wash." Geri gently pushed him out of the bedroom. and turned back toward the bureau and closet to pull out what she wanted Rob to wear tonight. She had already given a great deal of thought to the subject and sifted through piles of delicates and eventually found the lingerie set and the skirt and blouse she wanted. Geri pulled out a pair of French cut panties, in red. Geri thought, 'these are perfect, because red designates passion and is even considered an aphrodisiac.' She also pulled out a gaffe and laid it on the bed. Too bad he hadn't filled out more yet; a push-up bra would have been the crowning touch for tonight. She had returned to the dining room for another cup of coffee by the time Rob came through, walking on his toes. "Looking good there, missy," Geri said, admiring Rob's girlish figure. Rob had the towel wrapped around his top, just concealing his nipples. He had another towel wrapped around his hair in the customary turban that girls used. Where had he learned to do that Geri wondered. As Rob walked he noticed there was a heft and extra bounce to his chest that wasn't there two days before. Rob was not sure how he felt about that. Geri could see that his breasts were now as prominent as an adolescent girl, but they were nowhere near what she suspected that they would end up being. The end result really depended upon Rob's genetics and she had seen pictures of Rob's mother. That woman had had breast reduction surgery, yet late in life still sported a pair of 'DD' cups that hung proudly on her chest. Considering that the picture had been a beach setting, Geri grinned mischievously and could only imagine what Rob would end up with. Definitely more than just a handful and something she was sure his future cellmate was going to adore. "We should probably glue on your breast enhancers again, Diana," Geri said. "You want to impress Jake don't you? If he takes you dancing and you start jumping all around, do you see yourself holding your floppy breasts in place? Imagine having them falling on the dance floor do you?" The picture Rob conjured in his mind and the resulting humiliation from that kind of disaster made him close his eyes as if he could close it out. While he really did not want to have those falsies glued on again, but he saw that Geri's statement made sense. "No, ma'am. You're right," Rob said. "It would be embarrassing if that happened, and would totally destroy my undercover story." For some reason, the thought of having Jake running his hands over his breasts and squeezing his nipples excited him and found his cock responding to the thought. Rob wanted some alone time to take care of his small problem, but Geri would not cooperate and she followed him into his bedroom. "I thought that you might need some help getting ready," Geri said, looking innocent. "I think that the first thing we should do is get your breasts properly mounted, don't you?" Geri said, holding up the tube of adhesive she had brought along. Rob nodded and turned toward her, dropping the towel. "Let's get your breasts attached, shall we?" She spread adhesive on each of his breast forms and to his chest, to ensure a semi-permanent bond. Geri converted his flat manly chest into a vision from a porn movie. Geri couldn't help herself, she had to taunt her husband, "I bet Jake is going to love seeing your perky boobs." Rob looked down at his prominently displayed chest. Gravity tugged on the silicon mummeries pulling his upper body forward. A surge of panic hit him causing his arms to close protectively around his chest. He felt humiliated by the prospect of anyone, other than Geri, seeing him with breasts. But then he thought of Jake and he felt a warm glow flow though him and all seemed right in the world. Geri laughed aloud at her sissy husband's ridiculous display of modesty. Finishing up Geri looked a little further lower than Rob's bodacious breasts and said, "Well...maybe you should take care of little Rob next." Rob blushed a pretty cherry-red, at least as how he looked now it was pretty. He picked up the gaffe and turned away, but Geri reached out and stopped him. She purred, "I'd like to watch. Please." Rob blushed even redder, considering that this was almost as intimate as masturbating. Completing his tuck Rob sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, his knees firmly pressed together. He lay down on the bed and slid the gaff up his legs, like he was putting on a pair of panties. Before pulling it all the up to his crotch, he manipulated his testicles and pressed them up into their parking spaces in his abdomen. He had gotten enough practice that he was able to do this quickly and painlessly. With his wife watching, he wanted to finish this process as quickly as possible. He was using one of the new gaffes where the tube, was merely pulled back and tucked into his butt. Where it stayed there by a Velcro type material. Once he was done hiding his testicles all he needed to do was press his penis toward his butt and pull up the tight-fitting gaffe He glanced around his tits at the red lacy thong, which Geri handed him next. Sliding it up his legs and securing it in place. It completely hid the fact he was wearing a gaffe. Rob's mind was spinning like a tilt-a-whirl. The feminine image was flawed and yet felt so right at the same time. "Lovely. Now stand up, straighten your back and push your chest forward, directed Geri. When he stood up again, Geri looked at him and said, "Don't get upset by this, but when I look at you, I no longer see a man. If you look this good now, imagine what you would look like if we just had everything cut off." She made a scissors motion with her fingers near his crotch. "Uh...No thank you," Rob said, covering his crotch. "I don't want to go that far. Remember this is just a temporary disguise. It is temporary right?" Geri grinned and said, "Of course it is, if you say so." When she did not continue, Rob looked at her with a confused expression on his face, as if wondering what she really meant. Did she want him to be castrated and become a complete woman? Was he being manipulated and guided along a path he didn't see? Geri realized that she might have started a dangerous line of thought and scrambled to distract him. Rob instinctively selected the garter belt next. He picked the alien garment up and examined it, trying to figure out how the clasp worked. 'Let's see...' thought Rob. He eventually figured out the complicated mechanics of the device as he attached it around his waist. Rob picked up the rolled-up hosiery and sat back down on the edge of the bed. He lifted his leg, pointed his foot forward, carefully slid his foot into the nylon disk and started unrolling the hose up over his leg, being extra careful not to ladder them with his long nails. He took his time, making sure the sheer, nylon was stretched over his skin evenly, As the nylons got higher on his leg, he stopped to straighten the seam and smooth it out, removing any creases as he went. The feel of the silky nylon against the smooth skin of his thighs was incredible. Rob could feel his cock straining against the material of his gaffe and he was thankful for the tightness that it provided. Once done, he slid the bottom part of the clasp underneath the stocking's top and pushed the metal frame forward, trying to lower its wider part onto the button. Again, his nails got in the way, forcing him to handle the clasp in much different manner than his instincts indicated. Once all the clasps were securely seated, he examined his handiwork. The garter held the stocking securely, when he stood there was a slight tug. The garters shank cut lightly into the flesh of his expanding buttocks. Geri clapped mockingly and said, "It looks like you have been doing that your entire life." Rob ignored the cynical comment and held his breath again. Standing looking in the floor length mirror, he found it impossible to convince his mind and libido that he was looking at a man. The refection didn't look like it belonged to a male. Its slender legs shimmering with the white nylon certainly didn't look like a man's. Neither did the breasts proudly protruding from his chest, with their big erect nipples and dark, prominent areolas. 'Shit!' he realized with dread that he was getting really aroused by his own reflection. An erection would be very inconvenient at this juncture. With his back towards Geri, Rob stooped down, and slid his palms up his legs starting at the ankles. He did it slowly, savoring the feel. He adjusted the thong and garter belt over his hips and clenched his buttocks several times after the wedge slid deeper into the cleft. Rob's fingertips lightly trace the satin thong's small embroidered rosebud in the middle of the lacey waistband. He squirmed as he thought, 'My lord why do I find that just so incredibly cute?' The image was frighteningly alien and awe inspiring at the same time. Rob examined the panties, frowning. He looked simply incredible in the thong. It became evident to Rob that keeping his mind clear would be a very challenging task. He would need clarity of mind to keep his options open tonight. Rob reached back on the bed and retrieved his bra, -- 'his bra' the thought still produced a tidal wave of conflicting emotions in his tortured brain, exciting and revolting at the same time. Examining the foundation garment with its nylon cups and lacey embroidery, it was a delightful match for his garter belt and panties. He fumbled for a short while with the clasp, and then pulled the cups up over his breasts. His breathing became short almost pants as he adjusted the translucent fabric over the massive boobs, occasional gasps escaped his lips. Like with the thong and stockings, he didn't hurry. When the cups were tautly stretched over his breasts, he instinctively began adjusting the straps. Geri stood in the doorway leaning against the doorframe thoroughly enjoying the floorshow, so much so her panties were beyond damp and becoming soaking wet. Rod glanced down and saw there was no longer any sign of his manhood between his legs; his pelvis now formed a continuous, smooth surface with his crotch. The filmy fabric clung to his skin tightly. He found it hard to accept he was looking at his own body. Geri spoke up, "I'll bet that lingerie feels really nice doesn't it?" She beamed at her husband. Rob couldn't resist nodding as if he were in a trance. "I think that there is one other item that would be wise for you wear tonight," Geri said. When Rob tore his gaze away from himself, he saw that Geri was holding a panty liner out to him. "We can't run the risk of a wet spot the front of your gown now, can we? Good girls wear this to keep their guys from knowing just how much they're turned on." Blushing with embarrassment, Rob objected, "I don't need one of those, do I?" "Maybe not. Would you prefer a tampon?" Geri's look communicated that her husband would be adding this item to his wardrobe for the evening and that she would not brook an argument. He saw that she was dangling one from a finger by its string. "I hope I have one in your size. All I have are supers." Rob, recognizing the futility of refusing, silently took the liner from her and arranged it in the thong. The relative thinness of the additional material was enough to pull the thong even tighter against Rob's backdoor, making him squirm for a moment. Happy with the bra, he again sat on the edge of the bed and picked a stiletto pump off the floor. It was a classic strap-on, made of soft white leather. The pink spiky heel contrasted with the white sole. The straps, sides, and back of the shoes were also in little girl pink. Rob threw his left calf over his right knee, pointed his toes, and slid the pump on; surprisingly it fit like a soft velvet glove. In an unhurried manner he locked the strap and picked up the other shoe. With both shoes on, he straightened his legs in front of him and sat for several seconds staring at them. Rob was lost in the thought, that just a few days before he was wearing nothing but an old pair of ugly scuffed black loafers. Finally, he got up and set off towards the vanity table. 'God, what have I done? What must my wife think of me?' He wailed inwardly. He inhaled slowly. Rob felt the temperature of his face and ears rapidly increasing. He kept controlling his breath to make it appear that he was normal, hoping that his reddened face wouldn't reveal his feelings to his wife. He moved lightly, yet with deliberate feminine grace. His legs, buttocks, hips, and arms worked in unison with the lingerie to create a picture he hoped portrayed a passable womanly illusion. He intentionally made his steps shorter, almost mincing. His petite feet now looked incredibly elegant arched atop his pumps. His ankles seemed to slim. The muscles in his calves flexed gently under the glinting sheath of nylon. His buttocks appeared even firmer now. 'Why do high heels make my legs look so damn irresistible?' Wondered Rob. Before he could tackle that puzzle, he moved on to a more significant issue. What had Geri done to him? He put on the lingerie without blinking, obviously enjoying it. He moved and acted like a woman. Was this something more than a disguise to hide from the bad guys? Had she somehow brainwashed him? He wasn't sure how much time exactly he had spent at the vanity table, but it seemed like half an hour at least before his makeup was completed. Rob turned to his wife and batted his lashes wildly. He, flashed his teeth in a dazzling smile, and asked what she thought. "It's a lot heavier and more whorish than you are accustomed to, but it is perfect for a girl like you going on a night on the town." Rob stomped his high-heeled foot and threw a mild temper tantrum and vehemently insisted, "I'm not a girl - I'm not!" Geri smiled at her husband's hissy fit and retorted, "No, you are right. You are just a sissy playing dress up!" Rob started to tear up at the insult, so Geri immediately apologized, "I'm sorry honey. I know you are doing all this to help protect me. Your cover as a woman must be perfect so we aren't discovered. Our lives depend on you convincing everyone you truly are a woman." His stockings swished as he stood to retrieve his outfit from the bed. Geri had selected a silver-gray, mid-thigh length skirt that looked like velvet, and a white blouse with sheer, puffy sleeves. Calling the clothes close fitting would be an understatement. The back of his skirt stretched tautly with every step, looking to be on the brink of ripping apart. The blouse hugged his body like a glove. Ten or so minutes later Rob again without thinking attached a silver bracelet glinting on his wrist. Then he grabbed his purse off table, put a lipstick tube and a comb inside, and checked his makeup carefully. Satisfied, he sprayed some perfume all over and got up to leave. The sweet smell of perfume enveloped him as Geri escorted him to the door as his pumpkin coach in the form of a yellow cab had arrived and stood ready to whisk him off to meet his prince charming. At the door Rod stopped to straighten the seam of his stockings and smooth it out. Finally, he pulled the hose up around his waist. The feel of the silky nylon against the smooth skin of his butt was incredible. Rob could feel his cock straining against the material of his gaffe and he was thankful for the tightness that it provided. "I enjoyed the show." Geri said, as she stood at the front door. He opened his mouth to explain, but she silenced him with a raised finger. "Lovely blush, by the way," as she closed the door in his astonished face. Taking advantage of the porch light Rob again checked his purse to ensure he had everything essential for the evening. Noticing that somewhere Geri had thrown in sever packages of condoms in his handbag. Rob tucked his clutch purse tightly under his arm and mutter "Witch!" under his breath as he made his way to the cab. * * * * * Rob had lied to Geri about the time of his date. He wanted to arrive at the restaurant a little early to get at least one liquid courage drink out of the way. He got out of the cab, and headed for the entrance to the restaurant. The sensations brought on by the garters sliding against his buttocks didn't help Rob's concentration at all. It encouraged him to swing in his hips. Rob had become accustomed to the new way of walking. It still required conscious effort, but he was able to walk with practically no mistakes. Rob found the experience of walking in stilettos less difficult as time went on. The taut layer of nylon clinging to his legs brushed against his thighs. The sensuous tickling, even if unwelcome, was undeniably pleasurable. Despite the straps holding the stilettos securely on his feet, he instinctively took dainty cautious steps, mindful of each one. His walk lacked the practiced feminine gracefulness of a real woman. However, there was nothing even remotely masculine in his body language. His lingerie and stockings shimmered and swished as he progressed across the parking lot. His hips swayed while his ankles wobbled slightly with every step. His arms elegantly swung back and forth, while his palms brushed against his nylon clad thighs. Every now and then he lifted one to delicately tuck a loose golden strand behind his ear. Rob stood at the front door and briefly admired his refection in the glass. He thought, 'It would be impossible to convince anyone that less than a month ago I had been a man. - no wait a minute I am still a man.' Just then a distinguished looking man exited the restaurant gave Diana the once over and held the door open for her. Entering the restaurant Rob searched for the bar, finding it off to the left side. He found an empty stool where he could keep an eye on the front door. He clumsily climbed onto the bar stool, crossed his legs and sat up straight pushing out his chest to accentuate his feminine charms. Rob looked down at his legs. Even when he sat still, he could feel the stockings' unmistakable touch on his flesh. Their silky, gently restricting grip was just above his perceptual threshold, making it impossible to push it to the back of his mind and ignore. When he moved his legs, walked, or just brushed them against each other, that was a different story. His skin relayed their slick, taut texture shifting, stretching, and contracting over his flesh in an equivalent of a sensuous erotic massage, not enough to give him a hard on, but certainly enough to sustain a mild arousal and draw his attention to his sexy legs. Sitting at the bar tapping his fingers anxiously, feeling excited yet apprehensive. His ears and cheeks were flushed, as he sipped the last of his drink. When he first sat at the bar, he really wanted to order a draft beer. But glancing at the mirror in front of him, he realized the beautiful and sexy Diana looking back at him, would not be drinking a beer. Therefore, he ordered the most girlie drink he could think of, a Cosmopolitan. Not having a watch, Diana turned to the man sitting in the bar stool to her left, smiled at him, and batted her eyelashes and asked him for the time. Flirting just seemed to come naturally to Diana, her date was almost 30 minutes late, during that time she managed to finish another drink and had her stool companion pick up the entire bar tab. Rob took the time for some introspective evaluation. Insecurities whirled around his brain, had Jake figured out Diana was really a man in disguise? This scared the daylights out of Rob. He wanted Jake to see him not only as a woman, but a desirable, sexy one. That realization sent Rob into a tailspin. He was here only to cement his cover story, not for a sexual liaison with his mechanic. For some reason the alternative was almost worse! Did Jake not find me attractive and just stood me up? Rob was lost in a fog of confusion, why had he enjoyed getting dressed for this date in his most provocative lingerie? Why couldn't he get the idea of doing a strip tease for Jake out of his head? Why did he care if Jake thought he was pretty? As the time passed, Rob drew increasingly nervous and walked to the front doors searching for his date. Then between the rows of parked cars, he spotted Jake dogging cars and running toward the restaurant. Rob's instinct was to play it cool and give the inconsiderate jerk a cool reception. Arriving somewhat out of breath from running across the lot, Jake sidestepped an older couple leaving the restaurant. Rob forgot his play-it-cool plans and he almost knocked him off his feet as he threw himself at him and wrapped his arms around him and planted a big "I missed you" kiss right on his lips. They held each other for a few more moments and then Rob finally stepped back, all the while still holding both his hands; almost as if they were dancing. Jake, finally able to get a full view of her only uttered, "WOW you look fantastic." "Oh pooh, this old thing. I've had it for ages." Jake reached out and fingered the price tag dangling from the sleeve. Caught in his little white lie, Rob responded with a dreamy smile on his face. He felt relaxed and safe. He wanted to be upset because he thought Jake had been inconsiderate by being late. But Rob became lost in the pools of those big innocent blue eyes. His stomach felt like he had a flock of butterflies flapping around in there. He felt weak in the knees, as he breathed in Jake's aftershave. Rob had this urge to throw Jake to the ground and jump his bones right there in the lobby. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Rob speculated where that thought had come from. After all, they were both men - weren't they? 'It isn't right to want to have sex with another man. Unless you're gay. Am I turning gay?' wondered Rob. Suddenly right and wrong became a purely metaphysical concept. Rob could feel his G-string rubbing against his virgin rosebud. All he could think about was having Jake fuck him right into oblivion, right here, right now. Every instinct in his body was screaming for a physical release. Jake broke the spell when he explained the reason for his tardiness was a speeding ticket. He had been in such a hurry for his date he had been caught exceeding the speed limit. The hostess who met them at the dining room with a smile that could melt an iceberg, with a head turning pair of legs, and the personality of a Labrador puppy, gaily chatted with the couple as she guided then to their table. Jake put his arm around Rob and pulled him close as they made their way through the maze of tables and chairs to a table located in a dark private corner. Every eye in the place seemed to follow the couple to their secluded table. As they reached their place, Jake pulled out a chair for Rob. An unaccustomed Rob just stood there. Jake laughed and whispered, "You are supposed to sit." An embarrassed Rob, immediately apologized, and smoothed his skirt under him while she sat. Jake paused behind his date, and then gently rubbed Rob's shoulders. Rob tilted his head back with the intention of giving him a clear view down his cleavage. Jake stood close enough when Rob leaned his head back to look at Jake he could feel his manhood tenting his Chinos Jeans. He looked over his shoulder and batted his eyelashes at Jake; slowly he licked his lips, as he moved his head back and forth rubbing Jake's erection. He seductively said, "Thank you. You are a true gentleman." A totally flustered Jake took a half a step back and thanked Rob for the compliment. The hostess watched the blatant display of flirting with a slight smile and then placed menus before them. Rob couldn't help but notice that the young lady had red hair that reminded him of Tanya, though her skin was not as clear and close to being alabaster as Tanya's. As she returned to her podium after seating them, Rob saw that Jake had 'noticed' her as well as his eyes followed after her for more than a few moments. "Do you think that she's pretty Jake?" Rob asked casually. "I couldn't help looking at her hair. Red hair like that just seems to stand out," Jake replied, a little flustered to have been caught staring at another woman by his date. "I couldn't help but notice that she looks a lot like Tanya. Do you think that they're related?" Rob's question was innocent enough on the surface. "She has the same fantastic long legs. But no, Tanya's sister doesn't have red hair." Jake blindly stepped into the jaws of trap Rob was opening. "But she does look like Tanya. The way you were looking at her kind of made me think that you liked how she looked. Do you think that she's prettier than me?" Rob opened the door just a little bit wider. For a guy that looked like a woman, he was very good at this and Rob did not even know he was doing it. "Oh! Not at all. She is pretty but I think that you're beautiful!" Jake was proud of himself for thinking on his feet. "Well, do you think that Tanya is as pretty as me?" Rob's question slammed the trap shut behind Jake. Jake realized that he had just stepped into the danger zone. Any attempt to bullshit his way out could be fatal, literally. All he could do was tell the truth. "Tanya and I dated in high school and it was pretty serious. I don't know what happened between us, but we stopped dating and she started seeing the guy that she ended up getting married to. But as to whether I think that you're prettier than Tanya, yes, I do. I think that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of dating." "Oh, so we are dating now?" Rob asked innocently. Jake was saved from answering that when a very attractive young woman in an outrageously short skirt showed up to take their order. Rob barely managed to keep himself from drooling at this refugee from a playboy club. He might give Jake a hard time ogling an attractive girl, but he wasn't immune himself. Rob threw a quick glance at her crotch before he pretended to concentrate on her menu. Why his eyes turned there, not towards her chest, she had no idea. Was it his imagination or was there really a bulge in her skirt front. Rob firmly closed his eyes and envisioned her with a penis? This scared Rob more than his thoughts of having sex with Jake - which might be explained by the fact he was turning gay. He could find no logical explanation for imagining a cock on a gorgeous chick. Jake ordered for Rob, which he found annoying. He would have appreciated a recommendation, if he wasn't familiar with the cuisine, but this place was all meat and potatoes. Once the distraction of the waitress was gone, and their meals served, the couple settled in for a very romantic dinner. At this point, even though he was enjoying his steak, Rob slowed his eating and put his knife and fork down, pushed his plate away from him a little bit, and placed his hands on the table in front of him, one on top of the other. Rob looked down at his hands, he loved the way they looked; but realized that painted nails on a man is such a demasculinizing thing. Rob thought, 'I am turning into a woman, why aren't I resisting it? Does Geri realize she is causing damage to my psyche? Is my sense of self so unstable that dressing as a woman is emasculating me? Lost in thought for a moment he looked back up at Jake sitting across the table from him. "Jake, I... um..." He stopped for a moment, composed his thoughts, and started to speak again, unsure of what to say to his boyfriend. While Rob wrestled with the disturbing question of giving up his manhood, Jake sat and waited for Rob to finish his sentence. Rob rescued the awkwardness of the situation when he went into full Rob mood, and put Jake on the defensive. "Jake do you really like my dress? Tell me the truth, does it make me look heavy, because I have been trying to lose a few pounds." The seconds ticked away, as the ever-gallant Jake reassured Rob he looked lovely. Rob became aware of an urge to do something really naughty with Jake. Something wasn't right. Rob couldn't quite place it, but he found something about the situation very disturbing. It was like a splinter in his mind; when he rubbed it one way everything felt fine, but reverse directions, resulted in a disturbing jolt. Whenever Rob moved or even breathed, he could feel movement on his chest. Uneasiness started replacing his sexual arousal. He became aware of the presence around his chest, not that it ever disappeared. Earlier, the firm hug of his brassiere had given him a sense of safety. It even felt slightly erotic. Now, it just felt constricting. Rob responded to this latest dichotomy by sitting up straight and pushing his chest forward. Thinking to himself, 'Girl, if you got it flaunt it!' The evening was spent between flirtatious touches and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Rob kept accidently bumping knees with Jake, which both found to be exhilarating. After several carafes of a superb Cabernet Sauvignon the two held hands across the table. Over the rim of his wineglass, Rob studied Jake, admiring his handsome profile as he said something to the waiter who refilled both their wine glasses. The man stood beside the table doing his job, Rob this time, his gaze wasn't directed at the waiter's crotch rather she studied the man's muscular chest. Jake returned his attention to the table and looked deep into his wineglass, took a sip then set the glass on the table. He reached across the table and slipped his fingers into Rob's hair firmly grabbing his locks. Using his grip on his hair, Jake gently pulled on his head until their lips were mere milliliters apart. Rob leaned in and opened his lips, expecting the thrust of a tongue. Instead, Rob was surprised when Jake fed him the wine from his mouth. Rob's world spun. The wine was so much more intoxicating coming from this source, as the warmth of the fluid slid over his tongue and down his gullet. Rob melted. He lost track of himself and everything around them. Jake placed his other hand behind Rob's head, smashing their lips against each other. The last of the wine passed from Jake's mouth to his and his tongue replaced it, delved in his warm moist cavity. It explored every bit of him. Rob clenched his fists and dug his fingernails into his palms to force himself back to reality. However as his tongue met Jake's, he sucked on it with all the strength he could muster and tried to pull it deeper into his mouth. Rob reached under the table and found Jakes leg. As he sucked on his tongue Rob sensually and suggestively rubbed his hand up Jake's thigh toward his groin. Jake tasted of wine and the promise of sex, and Rob smelled the clean scent of his aftershave. Breaking the kiss, Rob was gasping for breath as the room twirled about him. Jake's eyes caught his, as he said in a husky voice that told Rob, Jake was just as turned on as she was, "Your turn." For a moment Rob, didn't know what he meant, but when Jake glanced at Rob's wine glass the lights came on. Rob reached for his glass with a trembling hand. His fingers barely held onto the glass as he brought it to his lips, he felt a little of it dribble onto his chin as he took a mouthful of the wine and held it, not swallowing. When he set the glass down, Jake leaned close again. Instead of meeting his lips, as Rob expected he flicked his tongue out, lapping up the drop of wine on his chin. Rob was so turned on; he realized it was a good thing Geri had insisted he wear a panty liner for tonight. Rob could feel his penis leaking pre- cum and straining to free itself. Rob merely crushed his legs together to contain his excitement. Rob reached up and pulled Jake's head toward him. Slowly he moved his lips to Jake's and opened his mouth. Rob fed Jake the wine, letting it ooze from his lips onto his tongue. Now it was Jake's turn to groan and he smashed their lips together and clenched his hair so tight the pain of it startled Rob, yet it quickly melded into a pleasure that joined the incredible kiss. Rob knew he was quickly losing control of the situation. He stood intending to provide time to calm down, brushed crumbs from his dress, but he inflamed the situation when he changed seats, instead of sitting across from Jake; Rob moved to a seat adjacent to his date. In his mind's eye, he wanted to jump Jake right there in the restaurant and make mad passionate love to this man. His concentration wandered for a moment, he tripped and fell into his chair. As he accidently lost his balance he broke his fall by using Jake's groin for stability. Rob's hand was firmly resting on Jake's prick that was rock hard and said, "Sorry, I hope I didn't break anything." Jake was tongue-tied, but managed to respond. "No, I am sure everything is fine." Rob ran his hands lightly up and down his shaft and said, "Are you sure? Do we need to take a closer examination? I would be glad to help with that." What was I thinking? Rob mused, as he was suddenly revolted by his actions. As unobtrusively as possible, Rob gave Jake's manhood one last loving squeeze and returned his hand to his own lap. Rob was unprepared for what happened next. Rather than a rebuke for her slutty behavior, Jake gave Rob a smile that melted Rob's heart. Jake then suggested they go to a dance club that was an easy stroll away. Rob was nervous and tried his best to return to his demure persona. As they stepped outside the air was cold and the evening was clear with stars shining brightly. The couple walked very slowly holding hands like lovers. Rob savored every moment that they were spending together. The moonlit night sky made the ambience that they were assimilating seem like a wonderful paradise. Rob tottered on his heels as he walked over the uneven parking lot. The gentle breeze blowing up his skirt caused Rob's to shiver and his skin to tingle. Their steps became more urgent as they neared the entrance of the club. When Rob shivered Jake put his arm around Rob and pulled him close and gave him a peck on the cheek. Sparks flew for Rob, all he could think about was how Jake's lips felt on his. Rob grew courageous and turned Jake around, holding onto his waist. Rob could smell his scent, and rested his head on his chest and hugged him tight. Jake bit Rob on the neck gently, then pulled back and pressed their lips together. It was such a magical moment 'KABOOOOM' they stood in the parking lot necking like two teenagers. Rob placed his hands around Jake's neck and hung on like his life depended on it. 'Damn you Cupid! I'm a man!' thought Rob. But that didn't stop what happened next, Rob looked Jake straight in the eye, caught up in the moment, he said, "I love you." For the next three hours, the couple never left the dance floor. Rob was quite surprised at how well he danced in stilettos. But with Jake he like felt he could do anything. The first slow dance was a dream, Jake was a perfect gentleman, until Rob reached around behind him and moved Jake's hand from the small of his back so it rested on his bum. Rob had Jake drive him home so he could spend every second with his man. Jake stopped three doors up at Rob's insistence and the couple spent fifteen minutes in a lip lock that was sealed as tight as a space capsule. Amazingly, Jake's hands never travelled from either stroking Rob's hair or hugging him tightly. As Jake's watch beeped one, Rob reluctantly said goodnight and headed home. As Rob walked in the front door he thought, 'Thank God I met Jake. If it wasn't for him I would have lived the rest of my life in ignorance of such a powerful force as a kiss. There is no way to tell what the stars have in mind for us, but whatever time I do have with him, I want him to know that I love him more deeply and strongly and completely than I have ever loved anyone else.' Geri was there waiting and immediately pounced, "Tell me everything. How was the date?" Rob nervously shifted from foot to foot but finally said, "He was very polite and at first we were both very anxious. But as the night wore on, Oh, Geri, it was a magical." "He was a perfect gentleman, and a divine dancer." "It's after one AM; you obviously did more than just dance and eat dinner." "Yes, we sat and talked until the restaurant closed. He took me to a small dance club where we danced every song. Then we sat in his car and we talked some more." "Your lipstick is all gone you did more than talk." Embarrassed to be telling her wife this, Rob confessed, "Yes, we necked for a while." "And, what else did you do. Don't lie to me." "Kiss is all." "Rob, you are blushing like a June bride, what aren't you telling me?" "Well...he did play with my tits a bit. That was exciting." Rob thought that telling Geri a white lie would satisfy her. "Did you reciprocate and tune up his engine?" "No, absolutely not! I'm your husband how can you ask a question like that?" A disappointed Geri asked, "Did he reach into your panties?" "No of course not! Regrettably Jake is a gentleman," Rob sighed. Geri noted Rob's statement with interest. Again, she wished that she could have been able to watch the events of the date transpire. It sounded like her husband must have really enjoyed himself, but not as much as he would have liked to. She knew that the results of tonight's programming session would reap real results in the morning. She sent an obviously tired Rob to take his pills and then off to bed. She went into her room as well to wait until Rob was asleep. She gathered the tape player and headphones and returned to Rob's room when she was sure that he was asleep. Sure enough, Rob was passed out in bed. It looked like he had barely had time to undress and put on a nightdress before he had fallen asleep. Geri grinned at the fact that he was totally defenseless from the assault on his very psyche. After putting the headphones on and starting the tape player, Geri thoughtfully pulled the blanket up over Rob. After all, if he got cold, he might wake up. She smiled coldly and left the room, closing the door behind her. * * * * * Diana's dreams were troubled. She was back in the lounge of the restaurant, smoking a cigarette and sipping on a Cosmopolitan. She was perched on a stool at the bar and she sensed that there was another person seated next to her. The music in the bar didn't seem to be music. It seemed to be speaking to her instead. "Do what feels good...It's so nice to make people happy...Do whatever your man wants..." A hand and an arm snaked its away around her waist and the person behind her was now close up to her side. She felt herself pulled in tight in a sideways hug and the hand began to roam up and down her front. When it touched upon her bust, Diana realized that she had real breasts and it felt wonderful to have this stranger's hand brushing across them, even through the bra she wore. She started to breath faster and Diana could feel her heart racing, pounding harder and harder. Then the hand moved to rest on her shoulder, gently pulling her around to face the person behind her. She found herself facing someone she knew was male, but she was unable to make out the face. The hand on her shoulder was now pressing down, forcing her down on to her knees. Diana knew what was coming next and she tried to fight it. She shook her head, trying to tell her erstwhile boyfriend that she did not want to do this, but the pressure on her shoulder continued. The music-less voice in the bar kept telling her to do what she supposed to do and Diana kept trying to fight it. Somehow, she knew that this was a dream and she wished that the faceless man in front of her, who obviously wanted a blowjob, was Jake. Diana's hands were now moving on their own, her dream apparently taking control. The fly of her dream boyfriend's trousers were opened and Diana's fingers went searching for the prize they seemed to know was waiting for them. Finding what they were looking for, they drew the hardening penis into the open. Diana found herself looking eye to eye with a one-eyed monster. As one of her hands steadied it, Diana slipped her mouth over the end of the small head before her. At the same time, her free hand slipped under the hem of her gown and up to her own crotch. Diana was only vaguely aware that she was not wearing the lingerie that she had worn to dinner. As she started to bob her head on the cock in her mouth, she also began to rub the pussy that her hand discovered in her crotch. In almost no time, she was experiencing her first female orgasm and the cock in her mouth was pumping cum down her throat at the same time. The thought that was going through her head was that it was so good to be a slut. At that point, something happened to Rob. He had finally accepted that he looked and sounded like a cute woman. It had been becoming easier to think of himself as a woman named Diana, rather than a man named Rob. It had been days since anyone had called him by his given name; everyone had been using his femme name. At that moment, something shifted and Diana came to life and Rob receded into dormancy. Suddenly, Diana found herself in her bedroom, looking into the darkness. It took her a few moments to chase the cobwebs out of her mind and she realized that she was fully aroused and the panties she wore were full of a quickly cooling gooey mess. The dream that seemed so real just a few seconds ago must have had a real-life component to it. She hadn't had a wet dream since before she had learned to drive. Fortunately, was she spared any embarrassment because she was sleeping alone. As she went to climb out of bed, the presence of the headphones on her ears finally impinged upon her consciousness. They had slid down slightly from her movement and she could just hear a whisper coming from the ear pad. Holding the pad to her ear, a chill went down her spine as she recognized the same words that she had been hearing in her dream. She pulled the headphones off and followed the cord to the tape player whirring away on the headboard. She knew that had not been there when she crawled into bed. Which meant that Geri had put it there. But why? And what was the meaning of the message on the tape? The sudden adrenalin rush that had served to shock her fully awake now and she was able to actually think. Geri had obviously put this tape player here and had put the headphones on her ears. She didn't know the reason, but something didn't seem right here. It only stood to reason that Geri would be back before she woke up to remove this equipment. The purpose of the message on the tape was not completely clear, but it was obvious that it had been affecting her dreams and she had been in the process of giving in to the directives on the tape. She knew that if she turned off the tape or took off the headphones, Geri would know. The thought occurred to Diana that she might be able to discover what was going on. The best thing to do would be to put the headphones back on, but, maybe, plug her ears so that she couldn't hear the message. Nodding to herself, she quietly left her room and went the bathroom where she cleaned herself up and rinsed the slimy mess out of her panties. She hung the wet clothing in the corner of the shower and returned to her room with some sodden pieces of tissue paper. She knew that she did not want to sleep au naturel tonight, so she looked around for a different pair of panties, knowing that she did not want to wear the thong she had spent the evening in. They might be an erotic high to put on, but she had discovered that they hurt like hell by the end of the night. Quietly, she opened a bureau drawer and took out a clean pair of panties. Sliding the silky material up over her thighs, enjoying their tight feel, she was glad she had just shot her bolt, so to speak, or she would have been sporting another erection. Finally ready to return to bed, she took the wet paper and pressed it into her ears and then positioned herself on the bed again. Then she picked up the headphones and placed them on her head again. Listening carefully, Diana could tell that sound was coming through the headphones, but she could not make out what was being said. Satisfied, she settled back into bed to sleep. her last thought as she gave into sleep was that she hoped that she had done a good enough job putting the tissue into her ears so that Geri would not see it when she came in to remove the headphones. If she dreamt any more that night, she didn't remember it when she woke up the next morning.