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DOUG'S NEW LIFE -- 2. By Throne. There I was, in my honeymoon suite, with my tempting bride Jenna, but I had been made over into her lesbian plaything. Her friend Andy was still with us, visibly gloating over my reduced circumstances. With my cash, credit cards, IDs, and cell phone all locked away in the hotel's safe, and Andy holding the receipt, I was utterly unable to help myself or seek aid from anyone else. In a last ditch attempt to stir their sympathies, I whispered something about getting them to reconsider what they were doing. Jenna laughed at me and Andy shook her head. "I don't think so," my bride told me as she removed her headpiece and veil. "It's my wedding night and I want to get what's coming to me." Andy chortled, making no attempt to hide her amusement at the fix they had put me in. She said, "Maybe we'll rethink it later. Have you sign a few assets over to your lovely wife, as a show of good faith. Sign a few simple agreements." I nodded and said that would be fine. I could certainly afford it. And then we could switch to being like a regular husband and wife. That was how I was imagining it. But it obviously wasn't going to happen that night. Jenna had me help her get out of her gown. She teased my nipples and a bulge appeared in my panties. Once she was down to just her white bra, panties and stockings, she perched the headpiece on top of my head and arranged the veil so it fell over my bare shoulders. Jenna ran her hands over my pink hairless chest, admiring how delectable I looked. I pressed my thighs together nervously and wrung my hands. She instructed me to finish undressing her. I could see how much Andy was enjoying my plight, as well as the sight of my new wife's body being gradually revealed. As I finished, on my knees with Jenna's panties in my hands, Andy came to her, threw her long arms around her, and gave her a tender kiss on the mouth. Their passion rose and the kiss turned fierce. Andy's hands roamed freely over Jenna's body. It should be me doing that but I stayed where I was, watching them jealously, my need for sexual release mounting. Finally Jenna pulled away from the mannish woman. My wife said, "I really have to consummate our marriage, sweetheart. Hope you don't mind. It's not like I'm going to let him do what he really wants. Dee Dee will be a pussy slave. None of that nasty penetration between us." "Not unless you're the one poking her," offered Andy. They both laughed. I shuddered. Jenna offered her hand and I took it so she could help me to my feet. My wife took a few minutes to decorate my face with eye make-up and lipstick. She said, "Onto the bed now, Dee Dee. On your back. I want to ride that pretty face. Especially those bright red lips." I put myself where she wanted me, while Andy looked on. It was awful for me to be exposed that way, with almost nothing on my smooth, pink, hairless body. The lotions Jenna had me using had certainly done their job. I was silky feeling. My bride straddled my chest and looked down at me, plainly liking what she saw. "This is how I've pictured us all along, Dee Dee," she confessed. "I'm so glad you weren't strong enough to prevent it. For a guy who hates to eat pussy, you've certainly been doing a lot of it. And getting really good. I think that not being allowed to empty your balls makes you better at it. Guess I'll just have to keep teasing you and then not letting you have any relief." She began inching forward, bringing her mound closer and closer to my waiting mouth. Without being told to, I extended my tongue. It was a conditioned reflex. When Jenna and I got into a sexual situation, my first thought was to provide her with oral pleasure. She had conditioned me well. Jenna settled herself on my lower face and I strove to satisfy her, wanting to win any approval I could. She wriggled atop me, moaning and sighing. Andy came and sat on the bed. They kissed and the mannish woman stroked my wife's body. I had a worm's eye view of their action. Despite what I was being put through, the scene was erotic and I became frustratingly aroused again. The material of the panties teased my neglected member. Jenna noticed my engorged state and told Andy they would have to do something about that because it was spoiling the illusion of me being a lezzie. That sounded like more trouble for me but, even as I had new misgivings, I continued to do my best to bring my bride to a climax. It took a while but I finally succeeded. She exploded, loud and animated, and the output of her juices doubled. I lapped and swallowed until she settled down. After one more unrushed kiss from Andy, she slid off me, leaving my lower face wet and scented. Andy told her that she had picked up exactly what they would need to deal with my visible hard-ons, and to improve my looks even more. Jenna said it could wait until we got to my place. My nemesis Andy put me into creative bondage. She produced several items from her copious shoulder bag, popped a ring gag into my mouth, forced my arms behind my back and cuffed each wrist to the opposite elbow, put a wide belt around my middle and buckled it very tightly, and clipped the cuffs to the back of the belt. I was muted and helpless. With my mouth stretched wide, saliva began to accumulate under my tongue. Some ran down my chin, which they thought was funny. I made sounds that were meant to be pleading but they just laughed at them. Andy backed me to the wall and looped something around the closet doorknob. She pulled it between my legs and up toward my neck. It was a leash with a collar connected. The athletic female forced me to bend forward and put the leash around my neck, fastening it snugly. That kept me bent forward uncomfortably, at the same time making me look foolish, with my pink hairless body shown off. I thought fleetingly about how useless all my money had become at that moment. They got into bed together and snuggled happily while I stood there with my muscles unnaturally stretched. The two of them enjoyed each other's bodies for a while and then, after their foreplay, my new wife went down on the woman who was her real love and gave her a quaking orgasm. I had to witness the entire scene, which left me shaken... and hornier still. My needs dominated my thoughts. I was impossibly desperate for relief, especially after the period of our engagement, with the non-stop teasing and denial that Jenna had put me through the entire time. More spit ran over my lower lip. I sniffled. They turned off the light and went to sleep. I spent a fitful night, afraid of losing consciousness and possibly injuring myself. I got almost no rest but they awoke refreshed. When they ordered room service, Jenna tossed a sheet over me. The server pushed the cart in and introduced herself as Patrice. The women chatted with her and gave a tip that got them an enthused thank you. My wife assured her that someone else was paying. I knew she meant me. It strung to have my money thrown away like that. How else might they overspend? The thought of having someone else in control of my wealth, even on such a limited scale, rattled me. What if they went further? Much further? If only I could contact my lawyer and my financial manager. I wasn't released until it was time to leave. Once they removed the gag I asked, using my new soft and passive voice, if I could have some clothes. Jenna snickered and said she wanted to see if they could smuggle me through the building and parking garage like I was. The possibility of being seen horrified me. Their response was to put the cuffs back on me, with my arms crossed over my chest and bonds extending from my wrists joined behind my neck. The leash was still on me and my bride used it to pull me toward the room's door. Andy opened it and peered up and down the hall. She said it was all clear. Hunched forward, as if that would conceal much, I followed, my nerves on the brink of going haywire. We got to the elevator and, when it opened, there was a young couple standing there. They were probably newlyweds, too, but of a much more traditional sort. Andy smiled at them and said with authority, "House detective. This pervert was bothering that nice young lady. I had to restrain him. He's a real freak." They were aghast as I was led, red-faced, into the elevator. The door slid shut and both women laughed. We got off one floor above the lobby and switched to the stairs, which took us directly to the parking garage. Andy pretended to have forgotten where she was parked, and said we would just stroll around until she spotted her car. I was terrified. It turned out that she knew exactly where her vehicle was and we got there without further incident. When she popped the trunk and Jenna pointed me toward it, I was halfway relieved. I didn't want to ride in there but anything was better than being seen by more strangers. So I clumsily rolled myself into the empty space, with my wife shoving her suitcase up against me. She grinned down at my helpless state and then slammed the lid. The car started to move and I was left alone, bound and afraid, worrying about what would happen next. Fortunately for me, there is a parking space under my beach house. I was relieved when the trunk was opened and I found myself with that relative amount of protection. To my dismay, however, Jenna declared that she would like to go for a walk on the beach. The clothing optional beach. Where some fairly kinky types were known to congregate. I was pulled along behind her by the leash, my arms still useless, my appearance still weirdly gender-mixed. She paused to toy with my nipples, making my penis hard again, and pulled my panties down in front so that I had to confront everyone we passed with my member bobbing before me. Coming straight toward us was a trio of bodybuilder types, except that instead of shaving their physiques, they had let the hair grow. Mats of chest hair, sleeves of lower arm hair, leggings of leg hair, and -- because they were nude -- jungles of thick dense pubic hair. All of them looked directly at me with interest. I tried to put myself behind the women but they didn't allow it. Instead, they fell to the rear and pushed me forward. I came to a halt with the three tall muscular men scrutinizing me. My penis is of average size, maybe a bit above, but they had me outclassed in length and thickness and size of balls. As nervous as I was, my erection subsided. I stood there like a virginal girl with my knees together, as if that could protect me. Jenna said, "What do you think of my husband? He's trying to get in touch with his sexual persona, but he's not sure exactly what that part of him is. Doesn't know if he's interested in women... or men. Maybe if you kind of, you know, touched him, it would help him define himself, sex-wise." They all smiled and glanced at each other. As one they stepped uncomfortably close to me and reached out. A large hand settled on my shoulder, another on my hip, and a third went around to my back. That last man moved behind me and I was penned in by a wall of solid furry bodies. Their hands moved, running over my soft rosy skin. They were fascinated by the lack of hair anywhere. Fingers brushed my nipples and stole under the panties and between my buttocks. A strong hand cupped my balls and gently applied pressure. I gasped and, against my will, my cock began to rise again. I glimpsed Jenna and Andy, smirking at my plight. The taller woman put an arm around my wife. I took a shuddering breath and tried to look hopeful, as if I thought those hunks would somehow spontaneously stop what they were doing. But as far as they could see, I was responding positively. To them it appeared that I wanted more of the same. They moved in and pressed themselves against me, rubbing suggestively, wearing salacious expressions. I began to sob and they backed up a little. The tallest of them said maybe I needed more time to think about my preferences. Jenna told him that I was awfully confused. They nodded understandingly, talked with the ladies for a few minutes, and then said goodbye. I watched them go, their sculpted hirsute buttocks being shown off. The women looked at me and my distress made them laugh. I must have been a lugubrious sight. They started back to my beach house and I trailed along after them on the leash, wishing my arms were free so I could at least cover myself a little bit. Andy carried the bags upstairs while I had to stand by, still showing off all that skin, denied permission to enter my own property. At last I was allowed to scamper up the steps and go inside. They opened their suitcases in the main bedroom and were unpacking. I was struck by the fact that only I had nothing to put into the closets or dressers. My life was totally under their control. Andy took something out of her case and held it up. I saw a long pink dildo with straps attached. She told my wife she couldn't wait to use it on her. "I'll help your husband with his part of consummating the marriage," she said, looking right at me. I was at my lowest ebb when a thought struck me. I had one thing that Andy lacked. I had a real male organ. That heartened me. No matter what they did, I still possessed something that they couldn't equal. I let that idea sink in as I watched Andy put away her mannish clothing and my wife stock drawers with her own sexy feminine choices. They decided to change into their sleep clothes early and lounge around. Jenna stripped slowly, putting on a show for her real love. I was tantalized by her generous curves and my poor balls started throbbing again. When Andy undressed, I got my first look at her body. Where my wife was all soft curves, Andy was angles and long lines. Her muscles were not large but they were well developed. She had a six-pack abdomen. Jenna couldn't resist going to her and running her hands over all that firmness. Even though I had always been disgusted by same sex couples, in my current state it was arousing to see them be so intimate. I twitched with unfulfilled needs. Then it was time to dress me. Some of the clothes Jenna had been leaving there over the past weeks, that I assumed were for her, actually would be worn by me. They picked a yellow baby doll, but it wasn't transparent. There were small falsies built into the fitted bodice, so that it looked like I had A-cup breasts. Not only did that add to my shame, but it made me more attractive to the women. Jenna came and gave a chaste air kiss, about an inch from my lips. She stroked me through the thin fabric, moving the falsies up and down over my sensitive nipples. I sighed and tried not to show how much I craved more of the same. Simultaneously, I kept repeating in my mind that I was the one with a penis. I was a true male. No matter what they did, I could always say that. Jenna lay back on the bed, looking as I had wanted her to be on our wedding night. If only the rest of the scene was still what I had envisioned. Instead, Andy was strapping on the dildo and telling me to get my wife nice and wet... with my mouth. Close to tears, I got into position and began licking. Jenna purred and writhed her hips. She made Andy a touch jealous, so the athletic woman made me get my knees under me and my bottom up. The loose lower portion of the baby doll slid out of the way, baring my buttocks. If there were any matching panties, I hadn't been given them. Andy went to her drawers and got that rubber paddle I had seen before. She slapped it against her open hand and said something about me trying to steal her girl from her. I knew better than to stop licking, so I couldn't even defend myself. She raised the instrument and took a few practice swings where I could see her. My impending punishment added to Jenna's excitement. Andy moved alongside my lower half and smacked the rubber paddle against my smooth pink sitter. I let out a yell but it was muffled by my bride's pussy. I was swatted again and again, until tears formed in my eyes and flowed down my hot cheeks. Not until I was blubbering did the cruel lesbian stop. She yanked me to the side and rolled me onto the floor, where I landed hard on my blazing backside. Seconds later she was between my wife's thighs, where I should have been, aiming that plastic cock at her cleft, which I had so thoroughly lubricated. Andy entered Jenna slowly, provoking eager moans, and then began pumping the dildo in and out. My wife responded spiritedly, meeting the downward thrusts with upward jerks of her plush hips. The artificial organ also penetrated Andy, though not as deeply, with the result that they were both being stimulated at the same time. In my mind I repeated that it was me who had the real penis. I added that it was still me who, in the end, would control my money. There was just going to be a period of shame and suffering for me, after which my life's equilibrium would be restored. I would sign a few documents and lose some money. Maybe I wouldn't be able to turn this into the traditional marriage I had expected. Even so, it wouldn't always be as awful as it was that morning. I simply had to hold on. I repeated my silent mantra. 'I'm the one with a penis. I have a real cock. I have an organ no man would be ashamed of. I'm the one with a penis. I have a real...' They took their time and had great sex, perverted and unnatural though it was. I watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. My mantra kept playing in my head. I got through the event. After they had rested up and Jenna had ordered me to give her a foot rub, while Andy was in the bathroom getting out of her harness, the butch woman's cell phone rang. She came out and answered it. After a few moments she smiled and said an hour from then would be a fine time to get together. With who? What was this about? After she was done, she had me fetch her strap-on from the bathroom, where I found it on the hamper, the straps beside it. In the mirror I saw that my lipstick had been smeared by the pussy munching I had done. I carried the plastic length by its base, not wanting to touch the business end. When I showed up with it she told me it needed to be cleaned. "And since you're so used to the taste of Jenna's pussy, how about if you just do the job with your mouth?" I stood there with my mind a blank. After all the times I'd serviced my wife orally, and even after having Andy just see me doing it, this was still shameful. The idea of standing there, sticking that messy shaft into my mouth while they watched, having to appear to fellate it in front of them, was all too much. But suddenly the rubber slapper was in Andy's strong hand again. My bottom was still plenty sore from its recent discipline and I didn't want to think about what it would feel like after a second session so soon after the first. I shuddered as I brought the used dildo up to my opened lips and put it inside. I licked it, closed my mouth, and sucked it. The women giggled at the scene I was playing, standing there looking so femmish, my body denuded of hair, skin so soft, face made up, wearing that yellow baby doll with the faux breasts. My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. Every time I thought the job was done, Andy made me start over. Jenna said she didn't want my legs to get tired, so she had me get down on my knees to continue. Then it looked like I was in front of some guy, giving him head. It was disgraceful but I had to keep at it until they both decided I had developed some technique and was done. After that I had to scurry to the fridge and get them each a soda, being careful not to shake the cans. They relaxed and took refreshing swallows while I stood off to the side, the taste of oral sex and that clean-up task still strong in my mouth. They made me strike a few poses, several that showed off my punished rump. They were amused by how easily I got marked and said it must be because I was getting into my girl role so deeply. Then I had to hurry off again and bring them a box of cookies. My stomach was empty and I wanted them to share with me, but they were too fond of controlling me to allow that. Next they fussed with my hair, getting it back into a proper femme fashion. I was waiting to see what other games they wanted to play, when there was a knock on the door. I tensed. My new wife told me in a scolding tone to answer it. Utterly ashamed to have anyone else see me like that, I nevertheless opened the door partway, hoping it would be someone at the wrong address and that they would leave at once. Instead, it was a curious looking pair who cheerfully pushed past me, greeting Andy by name. The newcomers were a man and a woman. He was blatantly gay and she was officious looking. He had on tight pants and a sleeveless top. She wore a smart pants suit. Each of them carried a travel case. The pair greeted my captors and then Andy hustled me into the bedroom, where I had to stand while I was examined by our guests, whose names I learned were Timmy and Tess. Tess opened her case on the bed and began selecting items. My bride ordered me to shed the yellow baby doll. The serious woman took something and held it up to my crotch. She glanced toward Jenna, who smiled nastily and nodded. Tess took a tube of cream and spread it all over one side of the triangular whatever-it-was. She manipulated my genitals and I started to get hard. Timmy leaned in to spray something shockingly cold over that area, which made my rising erection disappear. Then Tess resumed her task, arranging my penis and testicles, fitting them into spaces provided, and pressing the entire device against my body. She held it there for about two minutes while Jenna chatted with her. "That thing will really work?" Jenna wanted to know. "I mean, it will stay on if he showers?" "It will stay on no matter WHAT he does. Guaranteed. And the only way to remove it is with a special solvent -- secret formula and all that -- which you can call me for, if you want any." "Wellll, I don't think we'll want to remove it any time soon. I like having my new husband made over into my lez plaything. My obedient Dee Dee." When Tess moved away from me I turned to check myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. I was startled to see a perfect replica of a female pudendum had replaced my male parts. And knowing it was not removable added to my shock. Jenna had me strut around, squat, and lie back on the bed with my legs spread, before she declared it to be indistinguishable from the real thing. Before I could recover from that, and while I was still lying down, Tess got onto the mattress beside me and laid out a series of hypodermics. She took the first one and aimed the needle at my hairless chest. I started to raise my arms but Andy got onto the head of the bed, on her knees, and gripped my wrists, effortlessly holding them down. Tess took her time giving me a series of injections, putting some kind of liquid under the skin surrounding my nipples and massaging the area. I was horrified to witness my chest beginning to rise. Shapely breasts formed. My nipples rose until they were like ripe strawberries and dark pink. I was appalled. Not until the mounds had become the size of grapefruits were my hands released. I got up unsteadily and this time, when I looked in the mirror, I saw myself sporting a pair of totally natural breasts. They shifted and jiggled with my every move. I wanted to cry. But there was no time for that, as Andy backed me up and sat me on a chair. Timmy went to work with the contents of his case, cosmetics, but of a strange sort. He applied them with a buzzing tool as my wife and her lover looked on approvingly. Jenna kept instructing him to 'add more' and 'make that darker'. As he moved to my lips she requested, 'make them really bright', plus 'outline them so they'll pop'. When he finished, Tess stepped in with a set of four smaller needles. She used them to fill my lips with something. I could feel them swelling. When I was stood in front of the mirror one more time, I almost didn't recognize myself. My face was remade with striking make-up. My mouth was puffed out. I appeared utterly feminine, sexy, and one degree removed from slutty. "WOW," Andy enthused. "How soon can we use our new slave girl?" Both artists agreed that an hour would be a sufficient wait. Timmy stated proudly that, "The job I did on her face is there to stay. You can make it even more dramatic, put gloss on her lips, apply really long false lashes. But what you see right now won't come off with soap or cold cream. Or anything." I was trapped in my new identity. I hugged myself and shivered, though the room was comfortably warm. Jenna was picking out something for me to wear. There was a bra, but it lacked full cups. When I put it on and she fastened it, my new boobs were pushed up and out, while being left uncovered. And they still juddered when I walked. Next came fishnet stockings. They had elastic tops and stayed up by themselves. I stepped into shoes with three inch heels, which forced me to take small mincing steps and put a wiggle into my walk. Jenna's hand went to her chin as she looked at my bottom. She asked Tess if she could fill me out back there as well. The mistress of makeovers was only too happy to comply. There were even bigger needles, lots of stinging shots, and soon I had round butt cheeks to go with my impressive bust. As Andy made me parade around, I could feel that my latest additions did their share of jiggling, too. All I had left to hang on to was the presence of my penis, hidden though it was. We all went to the den. The four of them sat while I was sent to the kitchen to bring them some all-natural beverages and healthy snacks. For myself I had to get several cream-filled donuts, which Tess had brought and put out there while I was being ushered to the bedroom. I was required to consume them all because the calories would help my new curves to stay plump... and to grow even larger. Andy noticed my humidor, lifted its lid, and took an appreciative whiff of the fine cigars it contained. She plucked one out and ran it under her nose, inhaling greedily. I started to protest, because those were my recently acquired, very expensive imports. She held up and admonishing finger and shushed me. "First," she said. "These are no longer yours. How silly would it look for a girly girl like you to be sucking on a cigar? Now they're mine." She waited to see if I would challenge her, which I didn't. "Second," she went on, "you will not use your man voice anymore. I want to hear you sounding sweet and meek, like the obedient little piece of fluff you now are. Right?" I said, keeping my voice feathery soft and breathy, "Yes, Andy. I'll remember to do that." Tess mentioned, "And I'll leave you some diet supplements that will make him talk like that ALL the time. They'll take a few weeks to work, but after that... no more Mister Loud Guy." I gasped at the revelation that yet another part of my male persona would be taken from me. The existence of my penis became even more important. They had me taking snacks around the room, squatting in front of each of them and offering the tray. Andy lit up my cigar and savored each puff. She took off her shoes and put crackers between her toes. I had to get down on all fours and retrieve them with my teeth, thanking her before I ate each one. When she was done most of her drink I was allowed to hold the bottle between my forefingers and sip delicately from it. Jenna snuggled against her and the bigger woman kissed and caressed her. My humiliation kept getting worse and worse and worse. After several hours of conversation, which I wasn't invited to join in, the visitors departed and I was left with my wife and her lover. Andy grinned wickedly and said, "Time for bed, girls." I hadn't liked it when Timmy referred to me as female, and I liked it even less now. But I had no choice. In my abbreviated outfit, I followed them as, holding hands, they walked down the hall. Soon they had undressed each other and were standing there, naked, rubbing their bodies together. My penis began to stir but it had no room to grow. The sensation was strange. And uncomfortable. As it kept trying, the pressure of it against my already tightly packed in balls became worse. I understood with dismay that every time I became aroused I would feel, instead of pleasure, severe discomfort. As if sensing my awareness of that, Jenna came close and blew me a kiss. Her body was magnificent. She put her fingers on my newly enlarged nipples and manipulated them. I couldn't believe how stimulating it was. Currents of excitement raced through me, making my penis try even harder to engorge. I moaned and twisted my hips around. Jenna gave me a playful swat on my well-padded ass and laughed. She informed me, "We're going to have so much fun teasing you, getting you all hot and bothered, knowing how awful it makes your poor parts feel, and especially knowing that you ain't getting any. No orgasms for my new girl. No getting off for Dee Dee." Jenna chuckled. "I like that. No relief for Dee Dee." She laid back on the mattress and said, "Dee Dee dearest, please get those pillow lips on my pussy lips." Andy got alongside her as I put myself into position. She told my wife, "While she's kissing THOSE lips, I'll be enjoying THESE ones." She kissed my bride hard and long while I had to lap and suck and probe. It went on until I gave Jenna a squealing climax and tongued her through a long afterglow. Then I had to do the same for Andy, who pointed out that I was so female by then that even she didn't mind having me go down on her. It was beyond disgraceful. My marriage was a nightmare and I could see no end to my subservience and lack of sexual privileges. THREE WEEKS LATER Our time at the beach house was a succession of mortifications for me. My breasts grew several inches and another cup size, with my bottom keeping pace. My voice changed until the breathy piping I had been affecting became all I could produce. Andy sadistically kept me corseted, and often had me in posture collars. She favored mobile bondage that kept me in bizarre postures but allowed me to take tiny, butt swishing steps. I found myself bent forward at the waist with my arms in a single laced sleeve behind me. Or held in a duck-walk posture that made my movements ridiculous and did an extra good job of demonstrating how much my curves shook. While all that was going on, they occasionally had me sign legal papers. I wanted to appease them and stayed with my decision to hand over bits of my fortune until they were ready to end this madness, which I had convinced myself they would eventually do, despite suggestions to the contrary. I didn't read every line on every page because I was so impossibly horny and always in uncomfortable bondage. They regulated my activities and even my diet. I spent plenty of time cleaning my own vacation home, something I had always paid others to do in the past. They made sure to feed me foods that would maintain and add to the extreme curves I had developed. We walked on the beach sometimes, with them in swimwear and me nude, showing off my new form. Men gaped at me. Andy would sometimes swat my butt and say something, nice and loud, about how I was going to get a real spanking when we got home. I blushed from head to toe. A few women eyed me as well, now that I had been made over into a plaything for lesbians and being with Andy suggested that role. Then my wife announced that she was having a party, so everyone could see 'her' new home, by which she meant my main house . Hers? Not likely. Once I got out from under their control, had the physical changes they had wrought reversed, and got my lawyer and money manager to work on all this, I could toss them out and resume my former life. I would miss Jenna's hot body, which I had never gotten to sample, but there were always other women waiting to get close to a man with my financial assets. I went along with my duties, often having to wear an abbreviated version of a maid's uniform while I did housework, sometimes still in restricting cuffs and harnesses, then and while I served as a bedroom slave, but kept in mind that victory and maybe even some revenge would ultimately be mine. Andy smoked up more of my cigars, amusing herself by blowing the expensive smoke into my prettified face. She even ordered more from my supplier, running up a larger bill than I ever had. But I would come out on top in the end. The night of the party grew nearer. We left the beach house. I was constantly cleaning my primary home, which is so much larger than the seashore place. When I dared to raise my squeaky little voice about how much there was to be done, Jenna said she would get me some help. That turned out to be a female named Clarice, a tall rangy woman with thick hair worn very short. She arrived dressed in a flannel shirt, faded jeans and cowgirl boots. I offered some of my cleaning supplies to her and she just laughed. "You don't get it," Clarice said smugly. "I'm not here to do your work. I'm hear to get you to do more." To demonstrate, she pulled me over her lean muscular thighs and spanked my bottom hard, until I was crying. Then she stood me up, took me by the ear, and marched me to the main bathroom. I had to draw her a bath, undress her and -- after getting a good look at her threateningly solid physique -- scrub the floor while she luxuriated in the oversized tub. My big boobs swung from side to side as she ogled me and urged me to use more 'elbow grease'. I was exhausted by the time she stepped out and had me dry her with a large fluffy towel. The evening of the party arrived. I was put into a tight corset and fishnet body stocking, along with ultra high heels that made me take tiny hip-rolling steps. My lengthening hair was arranged on top of my head in a loose knot and extra make-up was applied to my face to make it even more outlandishly feminine. A thick coat of gloss went onto my bulging lips. The hated artificial pussy I wore was topped with a miniature pink bow with a dab of the same glue that made the device impossible for me to remove. Jenna mentioned to Andy that she had some of the solvent in the house, which meant there was finally a chance for me to be free of the confining faux vulva. I was required to tend the door, so I could admit and greet the guests. The doorman and bartender from Red Randy's showed up first. They had a laugh at my expense and came inside, marveling at the changes that had been made to me. I heard them chatting with Jenna and Andy, and realized that the pair from the club were going to help out with drinks and food. Several more people I'd seen there came to the door. Then I was stunned to see my lawyer and money manager, both conservatively dressed, standing on the front porch. As I let them in, they assured me in lowered voices that they were aware of what had happened and were prepared to handle everything on my behalf. What great news. Now I could confront my wife and her lover and regain my identity. And property. And wealth. And do it all in front of their kinky friends. It was still difficult to face the rest of the invitees as they got there, but at least I could console myself that this would be the last time I ever had to face such mortification. The get-together was chummy and relaxed. Everyone chatted while music played softly on my expensive sound system. My big-screen TV was turned on and a DVD was played on my state-of-the-art equipment. It was something involving a guy being cheated on by his wife with a much more manly guy. The sound was off but that didn't matter because there was very little story to follow. Not that I had much time to pay attention to it. I was kept busy by the two employees of Red Randy's, as they sent me around to deliver drinks and snacks. Everyone I approached felt free to touch me, to weigh my chubby boobs on their open hands, and to playfully swat my barely covered bottom. One guy referred to my breasts as 'melons' and another called them 'coconuts'. It was all disgracing but I knew my moment was approaching. At last the party reached a peak of animated conversation, along with some undisguised physical contact between guests. Then there was a lull and that's when I made my move. I discretely got my lawyer and money manager and moved the three of us to the center of the room. When Jenna asked me, loudly enough for everyone to hear, why I wasn't serving her guests, I was ready. I told her, "Because I'm not your servant. Not any more. I'm a man. Unlike your perverted lover, I have a COCK. She will never have one of those." I grinned, feeling my unwantedly pillowed lips stretch. Jenna reacted with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. Andy went to her side but appeared no more confident. Obviously, the presence of my business associates by my sides had registered on them. The two men spoke up and said they were going to make sure I got everything that was mine. I looked right at Jenna and demanded, "Now give me that solvent, so I can get rid of this damned fake pussy. That'll be step one in me taking back my life." She meekly said, "Yes, Doug. I have it right here in the side table. Let me get it for you, dear." That was more like it. She went and got the bottle, along with a small sponge. When she came back I gave her a hard look, though I knew it would be altered by my made-over face. She sank to her knees in front of me and began applying the liquid to the upper edges of the false pudendum. I sighed with relief as it began to come loose. With the sponge she wiped away some remnants of glue and began to get under the loosening sides of the device. She even poured some of the solvent inside, which made the bottom section easy to peel off. I stood there in triumph... until I noticed everyone gaping at my crotch with dawning delight. What was so funny? Why were they...? Clarice appeared in cut-off jeans and a denim vest, and nothing else. She held a hand mirror which she aimed at my genitals, since I couldn't see them directly past the globes of my breasts. I was horrified to witness that, where my proud male member should be, there was only a risibly teeny penis and balls, the former about an inch long and proportionately narrow, the latter the size of modest berries. At some point they must have used a reducer drug on me to affect that area. I squealed, which set off gales of wild laughter from everyone. When I turned to my two allies, they were grinning at my shocked expression. "Like we said," my lawyer told me, "we're here to see that you get everything that's yours." "Right," my money manager seconded. "And that should include a steady supply of sexy outfits and bondage gear." He goosed my ass and I yelped comically. "Speaking of bondage," my legal rep said, "we sent some leather and rubber goods over a few days ago, which Jenna and Andy have been holding for us." "So we can use it on you, hot stuff. You see, both of us have a thing for sexpots like you, who used to be guys." "And we want to get nasty with you because, well, neither of us ever really liked you, Doug. Or should I say Dee Dee?" "Dee Dee it is. I think you just heard your male name for the final time, girl." Clarice appeared with a leather gym bag that bulged with items I was sure I didn't want to see... or wear. Soon I was fitted with a posture collar. My arms were behind me in a tight leather sleeve. Cuffs were around my ankles that hobbled my already hampered steps. Andy reached into the bag and produced a wooden paddle. Jenna helped herself to a riding crop. They offered to warm me up for my two betrayers and the offer was cheerfully accepted. I had to mince around the room, boobs swaying and bottom bouncing, while those instruments were applied with zest to my exposed butt cheeks. I yowled in the high-pitched voice that I knew would now be permanent, since I had lost all hope of reaching an outside source to change me back to what I had been. Through tear- filled eyes I saw everyone toasting me with their drinks and chuckling at my plight. At last, with my backside on fire, I was allowed to stop along the back wall of the room. By then, my former associates had stripped out of their street clothes and were revealed to be sporting leather shorts and harnesses. They applied some more 'warming' to my buns and then put me down on my knees, leaning me forward over a low footstool. One knelt in front of me, his now rampant cock in my face, his hands kneading my hanging knockers. The other got behind me with his hard organ poking eagerly against the cleft of my rear end as he handled my buttocks. I blubbered and sniffled but that only seemed to fire them up even more. Suddenly the pair were taking their pleasure with me while everyone looked on and made comments. I was awful, and at the same time I sensed the last vestiges of my male ego being crushed. By the time they were done, I knew that I was absolutely stuck in the role of Dee Dee. There was no escape. There would never be a way to regain all that had been taken from me. The best I could hope for was some mercy, though I knew it wouldn't be a lot. My hair had come partially unknotted and strands hung down over my flushed face. I licked spunk from the corners of my mouth while onlookers took pictures with their cell phones. My poor sitter was sore outside and in. Someone made a joke about me losing my virginity. I sobbed but got no sympathy. That was how it was going to be for me from then on, dominated by my wife and her lover, bossed by Clarice while I did my endless housework, and used by people like my former lawyer and money manager, as well as anyone else from the guest list and beyond. There was even mention of getting me a job at Red Randy's. The mental images that produced made me shudder. But what else could I expect? I wasn't wealthy, independent, arrogant Doug anymore. I was busty, blowfish-lipped, ever-available Dee Dee. Unhappily ever after. ****** (Whew! The ideas just kept coming. Hope you enjoyed this jam-packed tale. Please leave a comment in the Reviews section. Thanks.)