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When Joey got home, he found Deena in a filmy nightie, flitting around
the house and acting smugly satisfied. Before he could say anything she
told him, "Ken is a fantastic guy. He's such a great conversationalist.
We had a marvelous time at lunch." Joey dared to say, "You were kind of
a l... long time." "Yes we were. He showed me an excellent book store
nearby. And then we took a stroll. I hope you're not jealous -- Jolene.
Remember how often you gawked at other women, which was a real insult to
me. Now get out of your clothes and let's see your pretty bottom in
today's cute panties. Which were they? The peach ones?" Feeling
defeated and vulnerable, he answered, "Yes, dear." His voice was pitched
even higher than before in an effort to placate her. He had done that
unconsciously. Then he scurried off and removed his outer clothes. When
he came back in just those shameful panties, she handed him that choker
they had bought at the the mall, the one with the hearts on it, and made
him put it on. Humiliated, he was on his best behavior for the rest of
the evening. At bedtime she announced sleepily, "Oh, and by the way, Ken
is taking me to lunch again on Friday." It took Joey a long time to get
to sleep, lying next to his super sexy wife, no longer allowed to touch
her.
The next afternoon, Ms. Cantby said she had something for him, and told
him to follow her. They went into an office whose occupant was on
vacation. Lying on the desk were a pair of sunflower bright stockings
with lacey elasticized tops. She calmly said that he should strip and
put them on. So used to following orders was he, that Joey undid his
belt at once. Soon he was out of his slacks with his hairless legs and
pale yellow panties on display. Ms. Cantby made him stay that way while
she took a closer look. At her bidding, he gingerly worked the
unfamiliar stockings up to his thighs. After making him stroll around
for several minutes, while he dreaded the possibility of someone opening
the door, she had him replace his clothes and shoes, but not his socks.
Anyone taking a close look would notice that he had something unusual
over his ankles. As he left she said, "Have a nice afternoon... Jolene."
At home he began doing all the housework, including jobs like maintaining
his wife's shoes and boots, as well as hand laundering her panties.
After he did one pair of boots, tall ones which she hadn't worn for over
a year, Deena chirped, "Ohhh, Ken will really like me in those." She
wore them to her next lunch with Mr. Rock, along with a short skirt and
snug blouse with no bra under it, all of which called attention to her
stupendous curves. That evening she got a call from Joey's boss. They
talked for a while, with her frequently chuckling, presumably at witty
comments he made. While they chatted, her husband was cleaning the
bathroom and could dimly hear his wife's side of the conversation.
Later, when he was back between her thighs, lapping away at her
femininity, she kept talking about Ken and how good she felt when she was
with him. Joey had a vision of the two of them sitting in some nice
restaurant, clinking wine glasses and staring into each others' eyes. On
top of everything else, he again had a hard-on while he went down on his
wife.
Soon Ken invited Deena to dinner on the pretext that they could have a
long discussion about Joey's future with the company. She assured her
husband, "This isn't something I can decline." He was wearing panties,
fishnet stockings, and a pair of low heels she had recently bought him,
and was in no state of mind to discourage her. She went out that evening
and left him with an endless list of added chores to do, starting with
cleaning the bathrooms from top to bottom. He finished the main bathroom
and changed, as his wife had instructed, though he didn't understand why
she wanted him to. He was in the middle of cleaning the smaller bathroom
when they returned. All Joey wore now was a pink camisole, so he prayed
his boss wouldn't get a glimpse of him. But Deena called for him and he
knew he couldn't ignore her. Joey appeared, not realizing that he was
still holding a big yellow sponge in one hand and a bottle of cleaning
liquid in the other. Ken grinned at him and said, "Hello, Jolene." Joey
felt his face grow flushed. This was the most humiliated he had felt
since all this began.
Deena said, as if talking to a slow learner, "Put your cleaning things
back in the bathroom, wash your hands, and come to the den." When he got
there Ken was looking relaxed, sitting on the leather recliner that had
always been Joey's. His wife hadn't let him sit in it since the day he
came home with plucked eyebrows. Deena was on the couch, her eyes on the
capable executive. She looked up at her husband and snapped, "Bring us
that bottle of wine I had you put in the fridge earlier. And two
glasses." He hurried to obey, feeling utterly foolish with his smooth
rosy skin, sissyish eyebrows, glistening pink mouth, and sexy lingerie.
Ken opened the bottle and filled the glasses, obviously not intending to
give Joey any. They drank happily and discussed how wonderful their
evening had been. Then Mr. Rock brought up the subject of Joey's ongoing
program. He used a serious tone when he revealed, "Ms. Cantby and I have
discussed it at length. I regret that it will have to continue for
another year. At least." Joey felt like he'd been punched in the
stomach.
He still felt that way an hour later when Ken said he should be going.
As he rose, Deena got up too and moved toward him. She held out her
hands and he took them. The lovely woman looked up at the man who had
squired her around all evening and said, "I'm so glad you're there for
us, to help Jolene get back on the right path. And I'm glad that you've
been so supportive to me... personally." All at once she pressed herself
against him and turned up her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted.
Ken gave Joey a challenging look, grinned wolfishly, and then kissed
Deena hard and long, his powerful arms wrapped around her, his broad
hands sliding up and down her back. They clung together until Joey was
close to tears, before they at last parted. Deena gasped and said, "Ken,
I want you. Now." Her hand went to his crotch and rubbed it lewdly. He
didn't need any more encouragement than that. They exchanged another
kiss before he said huskily, "Which way to the bedroom?" She laughed and
showed him. Deena turned her head to look back at her husband and said,
"Come on. You can wait outside the door. In case we need anything."
The feminized man shuddered and followed them.
Once they were in the bedroom, Ken gave Deena another passionate kiss,
which she returned with fervor. His hands were all over her. They began
to undress. Joey bit his lips, tasting the gloss, thinking numbly that
he would have to apply more. Ken gave him a final sneering glance before
he closed the door all the way. The excluded husband sank to his knees
and hung his head. Before long he heard heavy breathing, moans, and
snatches of conversation. "Deena, your body is amazing." "Look at the
size of that tool. I can't wait to..." "That feels so good." "Do it.
Now. Please." After that words were replaced by grunts and groans.
They began to pant. It went on and on before Joey heard the enviable
sounds of twin orgasms. Tears overfilled his eyes and ran down his
cheeks. He had been reduced to a sissy and his wife had chosen a real
man to replace him. It all seemed inevitable. Ken called out, "Jolene,
fill our glasses and bring them in here." The cuckolded man rushed to
serve them. He managed to open the door without spilling any wine.
Lying on the bed, Ken was a picture of manly pride. Deena snuggled
against him, her hand on his belly, possessively close to his flaccid but
still impressively large cock. They accepted their drinks and took
leisurely sips. Joey stood by the bed, feeling like the ultimate loser.
Suddenly his wife giggled and pointed to his panty front, saying, "Looks
like a certain wimp gets off on having me taken care of by a super stud."
Joey glanced down and was horrified to see that he had a stiff dick.
After that first bout of sex, the pair dated regularly. Joey's ego was
crushed and deformed until he felt completely at the mercy of their
whims. If Deena wanted to dress him in a fishnet bodysuit she did, and
he accepted it. When Ken laughed at him and taunted him about being too
weak to hold onto his own wife, Joey admitted the truth of it. Some days
Ken would tell the pantied man to stay late, and then give him a list of
menial office work to complete. Soon the boss had Joey cleaning the
restrooms, like he did at home. One night, when the lovers were at the
house and lingering over Chinese take-out, of which Joey was offered
none, Deena got a phone call. It was a girlfriend from her workplace,
whose car was in the shop, and she needed a ride right away. Deena said
yes and told Ken she would have to go at once. He offered to drive her
but she said her friend already felt like she was imposing, and that
would only make her more self-conscious. "Besides," she went on, "I want
to brag about you and how good you are in the sack." Joey trembled at
the thought of his bride revealing her cheating to anyone, but remained
silent. As she left, Ken snapped, "Hey, Jolene, grab me one of those
imported beers I told you to pick up." He whimpered, "Yes, Sir." The
memory of his visit to the liquor store bothered him. When he presented
the bottle to Ken, the big man twisted off the cap, got comfortable on
the leather recliner, and put up his feet. He told Joey, "Sit on the
floor. I want you to listen to what I have to say."
Painfully aware of the image he presented, Joey wished he could run and
hide. Tonight he was wearing an open-front sweater vest, pink, with pom-
poms where buttons should be. There was a matching knitted thong and
slippers. He sank to the floor in front of Ken and looked up at the
affluent figure, envying his masculine wardrobe. "Look at you," Mr. Rock
said with sadistic glee. "You've been turned into a sissy. Your wife
has no respect for you now and never will again, not if I have anything
to do with it. Don't you get it, Jolene? I made sure this happened to
you because I wanted to get close to Deena. Well, more than just
'close'." He smirked at the shocked husband. Joey managed to say, in
his soft voice, "You mean that you...?" "Planned the whole thing? Not
entirely. You gave me an opening by being such a peeper. But the type
of program we're using really does exist. The thing is, it's not usually
done quite the way we're doing it. But it's kind of late for you to
worry about that. I know all the men in the office are embarrassed to be
seen near you. The women feel like you're getting what you deserve. And
most importantly, your hot wife is having sex with me. She really burns
up the sheets. Keeps saying that she can't believe she settled for your
poor excuse for a cock. I told her it looks like a little link sausage
and she thought that was too funny. Any admiration she ever had for you
is gone. If you want to keep your job and your marriage, you'll continue
going along with the program."
Joey's pink lips were parted in amazement. He took a shuddering breath,
trying not to sob. "B... but, it's so unfair," he managed to say.
"Yeah," Mr. Rock agreed, "that makes it even more fun for me." He paused
and then went on, "So, how do you like not getting any sexual relief?
I'll bet you have one hell of a set of blue balls, small though they
are." Joey sniffled and said, "Yes, Sir. I'm aware of it all the time.
All the girls in the office look soooo hot to me. But I'm not allowed to
really look at them." "Yeah, well that's what you get for being such a
perv. And starting right now, I want you to use sissy body language.
You know, putting the tip of your forefinger on your chin, touching your
hair all the time, toying with your earlobes. That kind of stuff. And
every once in a while put your hands on your chest, like you had boobs
and were trying to cover them. Go on. Run through those moves for me
and add any others you can think of." With his lower lip quivering, Joey
put on a little show for his boss. Mr. Rock chortled and nodded. The
sissified husband was afraid to displease him so he improvised an
extended pinky and then two limp wrists. "It's all good," Ken assured
him. "But don't tell Deena it was my idea. I want her to think you're
turning more girly on your own. She'll look down on you even more this
way."
When his wife came back later, Joey was careful to do as he had been
taught. He patted his hair and tugged the bottom of one ear. When his
hands went to his chest he rubbed them up and down slightly, stimulating
his nipples. He was so horny that he gave himself yet another unwanted
erection. His wife viewed it all with fresh contempt and turned to her
lover for consolation. Ken pretended that he didn't notice what was
making her care even less for her spouse, but the big man happily
reassured her that he was available to comfort her. Soon they were
kissing and stroking each other, right in front of Joey, who could only
stand there, one arm bent and limp wrist displayed, the other angled so
he could suck on his thumb. He wasn't even aware of that last behavior
but, later when the two males were alone for a few minutes, Ken insisted
that he add it to his collection of embarrassing habits.
Mr. Rock wanted more humiliation to remove whatever was left of Joey's
pride. He made him peep through a slightly opened bedroom door while
they had sex. He had Deena buy her husband a big fluffy doggie bed so he
could sleep on the floor alongside them when Ken stayed over. Those were
effective ideas but his best inspiration came when he was sitting in the
chair that had been Joey's, enjoying a rerun of some old situation
comedy. There was a group of girls having a pajama party.
Spontaneously, he said to Deena, "You and the gals from Jolene's office
should have a sleepover. I'm sure they'd be happy to see that he's no
longer a threat to them. He could have a nice new outfit. It would all
be good for his therapy. Best of all, he could wait on everyone." As
her opinion of Joey had fallen, especially after he demonstrated his new
girlish postures, Deena had begun to take a growing satisfaction in
adding to his disgrace. Ken's idea ignited feelings that had been
growing in her. Her was actually aroused by the thought of putting her
'Jolene' through such an ordeal. It got her so hot that she practically
dragged Ken into the bedroom for their longest and loudest encounter yet.
After they were sated, she called her husband in and told him the get-
together would be next weekend. Deena had gotten to know his co-workers
from her visits to Ken, so they were happy to come visit her.
Joey dreaded the upcoming event. At work, Deena dropped in and made the
invitations. From that moment on his female co-workers eyed him with
added amusement and disrespect. In the middle of the week his wife took
him back to the mall, to the shop where they had been buying all his
feminine wardrobe. He was horrified when she selected a harem girl
pajama set, purple and sheer, with matching slippers and headpiece.
There was even a filmy veil that could be added. As they left the store
with him carrying yet another of the by now familiar pink bags, he even
shed a few tears of shame. As she watched them roll down his cheeks she
decided she would have wild sex with Ken that evening, making Joey wear
his new outfit and tying his wrists to a bedpost at their feet. That's
what she did and having him there, her personal slave, totally demeaned,
helped her to achieve the strongest orgasm she had ever known. Joey
could see how hopeless his position had become. And he still had that
party to face on Friday evening.
All too soon it was time. Deena put him into the revealing outfit, which
showed off his smooth rosy form and undersized genitals. She posted a
list in the kitchen describing his duties and in what order he should
bring out the snacks. She even coached him in curtsies and how he should
keep his eyes lowered. Deena fussed a bit with his hair and warned him
jokingly that he had better not get aroused when he saw all the girls in
their sleepwear. Joey hadn't thought of that. He was still digesting
the unsettling probability when the doorbell rang and he had to hurry to
answer it. The guests appeared in ones and twos until there were an even
dozen besides his wife. Beneath their overcoats they wore a variety of
fancy bedroom attire. He almost wept with frustration at how sexy they
were and how needy his body was. As he minced about with drinks and
snacks they all admired his harem costume, even touching it and
'accidently' brushing their fingers over his hairless skin. Of course he
got an erection, which elicited comments and inspired jokes. His small
genitals became a laughingstock. Ms. Cantby was there and she had on a
black teddy with garters that held up dark stockings. On her feet were
high-heeled slippers. Even though he had to keep his gaze turned down,
Joey managed to sneak repeated glimpses of her. All the ladies addressed
him as Jolene.
As the hours passed he sank deeper into his role -- and into his new
identity. One guest put perfume behind his ears and another made him
demonstrate how girlishly he walked and sat. Someone suggested that he
couldn't have changed that much unless he had possessed a fem side all
along. He wanted to reject that theory but they all supported it, one
even saying that his voyeurism had been a way of hiding his lack of
maleness. He was at his lowest ebb, near the end of the party, when Ms.
Cantby said a few things about the program she had picked for him. Then
she said that it would be a big help if he went around the room, knelt
before each woman, and apologized to her for his past behavior. That was
bad enough, but she added that he should describe what he had focused on
when looking at each of them. Feeling totally vulnerable, he began the
long task. It took well over an hour and all attention stayed on him the
entire time. He knew he would never see any of these cute girls the same
way again, and they definitely would go away with a very different
picture of him. As he spoke he kept hearing himself mentioning their
backsides. He didn't want to expose that information but was too scared
of holding back and being caught at it.
When he was at long last done, Ms. Cantby declared that, since he was so
interested in their bottoms, he should perform some symbolic act of
contrition. Her eyes brightened as she announced, "I believe Jolene
should kiss the bottoms that he spent so much time relishing." Joey had
thought there couldn't be anything worse than what he had suffered
already, but knew he was wrong as his face flushed bright pink. Ms.
Cantby -- Denise -- presented hers first. The outfit she had on left
most of each shapely buttock uncovered. He knelt and began to kiss the
satiny areas worshipfully. There was much commenting when he got yet
another hard-on. He had to crawl from one butt to another and bestow
each with multiple kisses. His wife was last and she said in front of
everyone, "Sorry if you inhale a certain... muskiness from between my
legs, Jolene. It's just that I've been thinking of Ken and his big tool
and how much better he is than you ever were, and how having him is one
more reason that I'll never let you inside me again. One more reason
besides what a sissy you turned out to be." Joey took a deep breath and
said, "Yes, darling. You're right. This is exactly what I deserve.
And..." He didn't know where the words came from. "... just what I
want." Immediately he wished he could take back that last statement but
it was too late. Why had he said that? No one in the room would forget
it. Ever.
He glanced up and saw his wife peering down at him, obviously thrilled by
his final defeat. Through the thin material that covered her full bust
he could see her nipples were firm with wanting. Ken would give her what
she needed. But he, Joey/Jolene would only be able to satisfy her with
his mouth. That was the worst part of his fate, to have her give herself
willingly to her lover while her husband suffered in sexless silence.
Maybe, he thought, she would let him finish sometime. Perhaps if he
suggested it, she would allow him to play with himself until he gained
release. He could recommend it as a way for him to give her and Ken a
few added laughs at his expense. That was the way he was thinking and,
though he didn't know it yet, would think from then on. Joey's downfall
was truly complete because he was participating in keeping himself in his
lowly status, even wanting to entertain and her lover with his loss of
masculinity. He had taken the final dainty steps into sissyhood and
there was no turning back. Ever.
THE END
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