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Right Place, Right Time, Wrong Person
As I was panting from the climax, John stood up behind me and pulled out.
The come started to slowly ooze from me, but John pulled up my g-string
and tights, then pulled the dress back down. The come started to soak into
both and felt very strange.
"One more uniquely female experience for you. Susan I need to apologise, I
got carried away, I don't know what came over me. The rush of feeling to
my cock was just so good. I'm sorry," John said.
I was still prostate over the couch, I shuffled down to get off and now
realised the impact of my enhanced breasts. They brushed against the couch
as I shuffled over the end causing me to moan slightly.
"I loved the sex John, it's just I wasn't expecting so much so quickly
after the change." Again, I was talking based on the command John had
given during sex. Even in my head, I was having a battle, John commanded
me to enjoy it but my male mind was reeling from an even more horrifying
experience.
"I'm glad you aren't too upset. Anyway, let's put it behind us and go out.
We don't have time to freshen up too much now, so go change your panties
and tights and put a sanitary pad in to soak up that come. Don't forget to
touch up your makeup while you're at it."
As a command, I had no chance to argue, or protest at the comment that I
'wasn't too upset'. I was sickened, but I trotted off to 'our' room to
follow John's instructions. Instinctively I knew where to find my
underwear drawer and I grabbed some bigger panties, more of a briefs style
and some fresh black tights. Next, I went to our on suite bathroom, I
found a pad. I removed the damp underwear and tights, had a quick wash and
dried myself, then put on the new clothes, including inserting the pad.
Then I returned to the bedroom and sat down at my vanity table. There was
a dizzying array of products and tools, but thanks to the command my body
seemed to move on it's own. I looked in the mirror and the image I saw
immediately started to make me horny again. I looked beautiful, I was
edging on impossibly attractive, at least to my male self. I was
mesmerised, but my hands seemed to move of their own accord. Touching up
my lipstick, another quick redefining of my eyeliner, some more volume for
my lashes and some final gloss on my lips. Then I sprayed some perfume
around my neck and shoulders and to my own surprise down my cleavage.
I couldn't stay looking at myself too long as I was starting to shallow
breath again through arousal at my own reflection. Therefore, I finished
up and went to find John. He stood in the hallway and as I approached, he
handed me a small black shoulder handbag and a bolero.
"You look stunning." he smiled.
"Thanks," I actually blushed at the compliment, what is wrong with me? I
thought.
He took me by the arm and walked us outside, it seems that he had also
ordered a taxi and we got straight into it. The taxi ride was very short
as 'our' apartment was quite central. We pulled up outside the cinema
complex, John paid and we got out of the taxi. We walked into the cinema
and it was obvious that I was completely overdressed, everyone was staring
at me and I was convinced that they were chatting about me.
"John, can we change my outfit. I feel really self-conscious, everyone is
staring at me?" I begged John quietly.
"This is all part of the experience; women have to put up with unwanted
attention and criticism of their appearance all the time. It could be
worse; at least the outfit you're wearing is not completely outrageous.
Anyway, answer me honestly, what would you have done when you were a man
and saw a woman who looked like you do now?"
"I would have stared at her, imagined what she would look like naked and
what it would be like to fuck her," I answered instantly and without the
normal filter to my old horny male thoughts.
"Exactly, I'll let you think about that as you go buy some drinks and
popcorn while I get the tickets. I'll have a beer. Make sure you give all
the guys a show with a nice sexy walk!"
With that, I turned towards the counter, which was the other side of the
foyer, and started walking. Instead of a normal walk with my feet going
straight forwards and backwards, I found myself putting one foot in front
of the other in a way that caused my hips and butt to sway. At the same
time, I pulled my shoulders back and thrust my chest forward. My chest
didn't currently need any enhancement, but my posture meant that every
time my heel hit the floor, my boobs jiggled. I made a beeline for a free
cashier and as I approached, I could see it was a spotty teenaged boy. He
didn't know where to look and wasn't subtle about it when he did look. His
eyes danced from face to boobs to hips to legs. I stopped and he seemed to
settle on my chest now that my legs and hips were below the counter.
"Could I have 1 large popcorn, 1 beer and 1 diet coke?" I asked.
"Sorry...err...what was that?" he stuttered, still staring at my chest.
"1 large popcorn, 1 beer and 1 diet coke," I repeated more forcefully.
"Could I see your id please?" he asked.
"Are you serious?" I asked astonished.
"I'm sorry miss, but we have to ask anyone who buys an alcoholic drink,"
he replied in a way that made me think he got a lot of grief for asking.
I looked in my handbag hoping that I had some id in my purse. Luckily,
there was one there, so I handed to the boy. He took his time studying it,
and then handed it back to me.
"Thank you Miss Keys," he replied. Then he turned to get my order.
"That's ?12.50 please," he said as he returned with the drinks and
popcorn. I took a card from my purse and paid. I took the items and
turned. I knew he was staring at my butt as I walked sexily away and this
bothered me. The whole time I was in his view I knew what he had been
thinking. If he only knew I was really a man maybe he would have a
different reaction. I returned to where I left John and he was already
there waiting for me and smiling.
As I approached, he said "That looked fun!"
"Oh yes, marvellous," I replied sarcastically.
"Come on, you were a horny teenage boy a few years ago, you must remember
what it was like?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do and that's what makes it even more
disturbing. I know exactly what he is thinking," I replied.
"Yes, I'm sure you do," John chuckled. "Anyway, my wife to be. Let's go
watch our movie," As he said this, he slid his arm around my waist and
steered me in the direction of the screens. As we walked, he put his hand
on my butt and started caressing it. I could do nothing about it as I was
still carrying our drinks and popcorn.
"I got us seats in the back row, I want to see what it's like as the guy
when the lights go down," As he said this he slapped my butt, I gave out a
little yelp. I was so embarrassed, people were staring at me again and my
mind was racing at what he was expecting from our 'back row' experience.
We made our way to our screen and seats. We settled in and the adverts
were starting. I was hoping that we would watch the movie without any
further drama, but almost as I had this thought John leaned over and spoke
in my ear:
"I'm sorry, I know I apologised already, but this body finds you so
attractive that I'm horny again. Add to that, my mind seems to get a
thrill from knowing that inside you're really a guy. It seems I have a
sadistic side I was unaware of. Let's take a trip to the toilets together
before the movie starts," John got up and pulled me by the hand with him.
We rushed from the screen and into the disabled toilet.
As we entered, I asked, "What are we doing?"
"I can't wait the length of a whole movie before I can relieve my
horniness. I just can't control the urges of this body yet. I need more
time to figure it out, but until then I have you. My fantasy and wife to
be, in my book that means you already gave your consent. You agreed to
marry me, to have sex with me forever, to honour and obey me, to raise our
children and to look after me when you said yes to marriage."
I felt tingle after tingle in my mind, I stood there astounded, reeling
from each of the new commands.
"You're naked and ready to fuck," he said, obviously getting more and more
excited. My clothes were instantly in a pile on the floor. John pulled
down his trousers and boxer shorts, then sat on the closed toilet. He
lifted me up on to him and sat me down slowly onto his penis. He slipped
all the way in to me. He put both hands on my butt and lifted me up and
down. As I bounced up and down, he managed to suck on my nipples. After a
couple of minutes, John paused.
"I've just had a wild thought. Guys are always trying to get women to
agree to anal sex, I need to see what all the fuss is about and you need
to know what you are asking when you get back to normal. Get on your hands
and knees," John said.
As I was responding, I stood up, turned and got down on all fours. "John
please, don't do this, how is this helping me get back to normal?" I
pleaded.
"I'm not doing anything to you that I haven't done before," John replied.
He knelt behind me and slowly pushed into me. "Ohhh yessss..." he
exclaimed.
I'd hit a new low, I hung my head in shame as John started pumping in to
my butt. Each time he pushed into me I jolted forwards. Each jolt
reverberated, not just through my body, but seemingly through my mind. As
a heterosexual man, my situation was impossible to comprehend. This was so
humiliating, I felt so helpless and out of control. I just had to get back
to normal; I couldn't take much more of this.
The only positive was that it was over quickly. John's excitement meant
that he came quickly, he gave a huge shove and I felt him climax and come
inside me. John pulled out and began to clean himself up. I just stayed
where I was on the floor in a mixed state of disbelief and devastation.
After John was finished cleaning himself he turned to me. "Don't just
kneel there, get dressed, we'll miss the movie."
He had said it as a command, but I wouldn't have had the ability to argue
with him anyway. I got up, wiped myself as best I could and then got
dressed again, along with the sanitary pad from earlier that, to my
horrific realisation, I would need to soak up the come leaking from my bum
and any left that would leak from my vagina. As soon as I was dressed,
John pulled me by the hand back to our seats.
We had missed some of the adverts, but the movie had still not started.
Similarly to my previous 'date' I completely missed the film, it's story
or whether it was any good or not. I descended into deep thought about my
predicament and how, even with a seemingly good plan, I had found myself
no closer to my old self. I was now worried if Becky would actually keep
her side of the bargain and change me to my old self. She seemed like a
different person as 'John', I wondered if it was something to do with the
way that I'd not done a simple change, but given her all of my knowledge
and memories. Maybe this had caused some clash with her original
personality and that's why she was acting so selfish and aggressive?
Alternatively, was it something to do with the rings themselves? Everyone
who used them seemed influenced too much by their power. If it didn't work
out with Becky where would that leave me?
After about an hour, no nearer to any answers to my questions, I began to
focus on the movie. It was the usual action movie stuff, car chases,
fights, life and death struggles etc. It was mildly entertaining and by
the end the guy had saved the world, busted the bad guy and got the girl.
Once the movie had finished, we left the cinema and went to get a cab
home.
On the way John didn't say much and I just put it down to the fact that it
was now getting late and I know I was tired so I hoped he was too. The cab
dropped us off at our place and we went in. Before I could go and clean
myself up from our earlier 'fun', John spoke up.
"I was thinking on the way home how our situation is a little like the
movie. I wondered how you felt about being the damsel in distress needing
to be rescued by the dashing hunk i.e. me?!" he asked.
"Well, I'm not sure that I like your rescue technique if that's what you
call it! The whole reason I came to you was because I thought you would
help me, but all you've done is humiliate me even more. I thought we were
friends and that I could trust you, but since becoming John you've
changed."
"That's a bit ungrateful, you're the one who suggested this. I just find
this whole experience intriguing, these rings are so powerful, don't you
want to explore their powers a bit more?" he said.
"The experience of these last few days has made me very afraid of the
rings. The changes have unintended consequences and they're hard to
predict. I just want to return to normal and get rid of them," I replied.
"You would really get rid of them? Even with all that you could do with
them?" he asked astounded.
"Yes...yes I would," I stated.
"Well if you don't want them then I'll have them."
"Whatever, as long as you change me back you can have them. All I would
say is be careful or you could end up stuck in a situation you don't
like."
"Ok great, thanks," he said with a grin on his face.
"Right, now that's sorted can we change me back to normal?" I asked.
At that moment there was a really loud knock on the front door and frantic
ringing of the doorbell. There was a guy shouting through the door and it
sounded like Peter. Instinctively John rushed to the door and pulled it
open. It was Peter, he rushed in, he was carrying Donna in his arms and
she was bleeding heavily from the head.
"Please Susan, you have to help us. Donna and I were out walking and she
was hit by a car. She's really hurt Donna, you have to give me the rings
so I can fix this," he begged.
He needn't have begged as I was still compelled to obey him and Donna
anyway, but he was obviously desperate. "John, give me the master ring,"
John didn't hesitate and pulled of the ring, as he gave it to me I pulled
off the slave ring and gave it to Peter.
"Why didn't you go the hospital?" I asked.
As he put the slave ring on Donna he said "I was scared that she would die
before they could do anything, but I knew the rings could fix her without
risking her dying," he slipped on the master ring then said "Donna you are
completely better, will remain unconscious until I wake you and no longer
desire to return back to being Peter."
"What did you just say?!" I said to Peter startled.
"You heard me, I used to be Donna, but I like this too much to give it up.
If I decide I want to return I will, but in the meantime I don't need her
nagging me about it," he replied smugly.
"What, wait, how long have you...I mean which Peter have I been talking
to?" I was dumbfounded and a little scared. Things started to drop into
place in my mind.
"I think you're beginning to get it, pretty much from the start. And who
is this really?" he said pointing to John. "I know that you were the
original John, so who's this?"
I was compelled to answer, even though I didn't want to as it would risk
never getting back to normal. "It was Becky."
"So what was your plan with this then?" he asked.
"I figured if I changed Becky to me, she would then know all about me and
be able to change me back," I reluctantly answered.
"You aren't so dumb after all!" He turned to John and, unnoticed by us, he
had already removed the ring from Donna, who was still unconscious. Before
John could react, Peter had taken his hand and slipped on the slave ring.
"You will also obey me," was all he said.
I knew I was in serious trouble now.
"So, John tell me the truth, how do you like being a man?" Peter asked
John.
"I really like it, Susan and I have had fun, she's really hot," John
replied.
"I'm glad you like her, she is very hot my little sis! So, now that you
have been a man for a while, do you want to change back to being Becky?"
Peter asked.
"Please Peter, why are you doing this?" I asked desperately.
"Stand there quietly and listen while 'us' men discuss the future," he
said patronisingly.
"Go ahead John, answer my question," Peter said.
"It is fun being a guy and I do like the extra power that it gives. Plus
Susan is great; I must admit the sex was most enjoyable," John replied and
Peter sniggered. John continued "But, I've always liked being a girl and
never had any desire to be a guy. The experience has been interesting and
fun, but I think I would prefer to return to being Becky."
I was so relieved, the last few hours had made me start to think that I'd
made a big mistake picking Becky, but now my decision had been fully
justified.
"Well that's too bad, I like the current setup and I need someone to look
after Susan and keep her busy. You will be John from now on, you will
remember being Becky, but only to help you to treat Susan as you would
have liked to be treated. You will always take the dominant male role in
your relationship and expect Susan to take the feminine role. You will
focus on your job and career and expect her to make sacrifices to enable
you to do that," Peter said, he stepped forward and removed the ring from
John's hand. "No go to bed and wait for your fianc? to join you so that
you can fuck her silly!"
John walked off with a stupid grin of anticipation on his face, Peter
turned to me.
"You asked why earlier, well I'll tell you. When Donna and I first got
together and I was still Donna I actually quite liked you. However, pretty
quickly you started to get annoying, then annoying turned to anger and
anger to hate. You were always there, always talking to Peter, spending
time with him and having very little regard for us and our developing
relationship. You even encouraged him to spend time with you rather than
with me.
I was at the end of my tolerance and I couldn't stand it much longer. I
loved Peter, but you were coming between us and I was even considering
ending it because of you.
Then the rings came along, what did you think we did with them the first
time we had them? Do you really think that we wouldn't try a few things
given that kind of opportunity. However, first I told Peter to tell me
everything about what you had changed. I was pretty surprised as you can
imagine. This planted the seed in my mind I think.
We started off with a few simple enhancements, but after a while we became
more daring. Then I asked Peter to change places, he reluctantly agreed,
maybe because he was guilty about you! Once we changed something inside me
was so turned on and almost content. I'd never felt like that before and I
just had to try it out for a while. I made it so the new Donna couldn't
tell anyone and then I was happy to give the rings back to you. At first
because I knew that you needed 'Peter' to change back, he was the only one
who knew the real you. Then afterwards I was happy because you had to obey
me, so I could get them back whenever I wanted.
I see now that I underestimated you, you created this little plan here and
if it wasn't for fate then maybe you would have succeeded. Now I know I
need a more permanent solution. Any last requests? You may speak freely,"
Peter finally asked me.
I was stunned, I stammered "..but...what...how?" All the interactions with
Peter had been running back through my mind.
"I know," he chuckled. "Dastardly isn't it!"
"Please Peter, you don't need to do this. I will leave you alone forever,
I will move away and never contact you. Please just don't do this," I
pleaded.
"I would never be certain, how could I know you wouldn't hatch another
plan to get the rings back and end my fun. You would never abandon your
friend. Anyway, the decision is already made. Answer me honestly, as John
what would have made your ideal woman?" Peter asked.
I knew what this would mean my internal struggle was titanic. I willed
myself not to speak, then as this battle was lost I willed myself not to
say it all, but it was all in vain. "John already used my memories to make
me look like his ideal woman, so his ideal woman would look like me. She
would be a classic girly girl, in to looks and make-up, demure, feminine,
a love of dresses and dressing up. In the bedroom she would be turned on
by him taking charge, she would be easily turned on, have an insatiable
appetite for sex and most importantly she would easily orgasm," I looked
at Peter horrified.
He laughed. "You will use this as your template of how to be from now on.
With a few additions, the one thing I know that'll keep any woman busy is
children. You will be highly fertile and never use contraception, you will
devote yourself to supporting John and raising your family. You won't lose
any of your memories, but you will never try to use the rings again."
"You bitch!" I spat.
"No my darling sister, I believe the correct phrase is bastard. You are
the bitch now. For that little outburst, I will add; You will get pregnant
tonight, as John fucks you I want you to know that he is fucking you
pregnant. As a result of the pregnancy, you will plan an elaborate
wedding, big poofy dress the works all to happen before you start to show.
With a satisfying irony, 'Donna' will be your 'maid' of honour," She
added. "Now think carefully about what you say next."
I didn't say anything, but to my surprise and further humiliation I
started to cry.
"That's better, much more ladylike! Now don't worry, you will make a great
wife and mother. Let me take that ring," She slipped off the ring and
walked over to Donna. She shook her. "Donna darling, wake up."
"What happened?" Donna said groggily.
"Nothing, you just passed out that's all. I should take you home," Peter
pulled Donna to her feet and led her to the front door. As they were
leaving, Peter walked over to me and hugged me. "Enjoy your evening," he
whispered in my ear, then returned to Donna and left.
The emotion hit me hard, I collapsed on the floor and sobbed like a child.
My life was ruined, I was stuck, but now I could see no way out. How had I
ended up here like this? My new life was a horror, I would be the perfect
little wife, housewife and mother. To add to the insult, I would watch and
help John to have the career that I should've had. Every success will be
like a reminder of what I could've had. All the while, I will know of a
way to get back that I can never use. Peter & Donna will always be able to
order me to do things. Peter will still be able to order John to do things
and, as the model wife for John, he will be able to make me do whatever he
wants too.
I wasn't there long before my body started to heat up, I started to feel a
need a desire to be filled. Pretty soon I'd stopped crying and started to
breath heavily. I got up and made my way to the bedroom. As ordered, John
was there on the bed, naked and waiting for me. I did a quick strip tease
and this seemed to be all that was required to get John excited again. As
I approached him, he took me by the waist, picked me up, put me on the bed
and got on top of me.
"My sexy wife to be, hopefully you'll enjoy this!" he said excitedly,
before he plunged in to me.
I squealed in surprise, but he just began to pump in and out. My new
sexual state became obvious quickly as I became aroused easily. Within
minutes I came and every few minutes after that. Before we'd even been
going 10 minutes, I was in such a state of excitement that John couldn't
hold back any more. He gave one final big thrust, I felt him pulse and
then the feeling as his cum splashed inside me. This snapped me back to
reality as I realised I was literally becoming pregnant. An impossible and
unthinkable state only a few days ago was becoming reality.
John flopped down on me and within 2 minutes was lightly snoring. I tried
to wriggle free, but as I moved he said. "You know, I love to snuggle,
let's just spoon and fall asleep."
His desire was as strong as Peter's command, I complied and even offered
him my bum to snuggle up to. As soon as he began to snore again the tears
slowly trailed down my face and on to the pillow. Somehow, I knew this was
final, if I was pregnant now, as I was certain I was, then soon there
would be a child dependent on me for protection and nourishment. Even if I
could return to being John, how would I be able to that to my own child,
to our child. It deserved to have a mother and a father that loved and
cared for it, if I changed myself back to John then what would happen to
the child?
The tears continued to flow and I spent most of that night and many
following nights experiencing the same process. John settled into his role
as dominant man and provider. He quickly threw himself into work and
started to make good progress. Most evenings he would come home to a meal
I had prepared, a perfectly kept house and a wife willing to pleasure him
in any way he desired.
After a few weeks the morning sickness started to develop and even before
the test confirmed it I knew I was pregnant. John was delighted and then,
as described by Peter, he told me that he wanted us to get married before
I started to 'show'. So, 2 months later we got married, to my inner
annoyance I had arranged the whole thing, using my dream I'd had in the
beauty salon as a template for the ideal wedding. This turned my dream
into more of a premonition; with the only difference being John was the
old me instead of the John I met at the club.
During these first few months, I tried to talk to Peter several times
about the rings. Trying to see if I could find some way to end my
nightmare and get back to normal. This ended on the wedding day when Peter
told me in no uncertain terms to forget about ever using the rings again
or getting back to being a man. In fact, he commanded that I could never
ask him again.
That night John and I consummated our marriage several times over and in
all imaginable ways. We spent a short week on a beach honeymoon and then
settled back to our 'normal' life.
As the months went by I grew larger and more and more horrified by the
realities of pregnancy. Most things were far from glamorous and others
were just downright painful. I was horrified and scared about what the
labour and giving birth process would be like, especially when pregnancy
was so difficult. I got tired and out of breath doing the simplest things,
my feet were swollen, I was constantly hungry. Despite this, I kept house,
made all John's meals and continued to be the perfect horny wife. The
pregnancy seemed to excite him more and more and we would have sex most
days. On the days we didn't have full sex he would often ask me to give
him a blow job.
The experience of the labour process and giving birth was even more
horrendous than I feared. I was in labour for 12 hours and the pain and
exhaustion I felt was like nothing I could describe. Our son was born in
the early hours of the morning and John suggested we name him Peter after
my brother.
This however was just the beginning; in the same way as my
dream/premonition I was pregnant again within 3 months of giving birth.
This cycle went on and on until we had 5 children and I had spent most of
5 years pregnant. It had been very difficult for me to adapt to motherhood
at first, but necessity had made me learn and by the time the 3rd child
arrived I was a pro. I never felt like a natural and I always had to work
at it. I loved my children, but I still hated who and what I was.
John had reached the limit in terms of number of children he wanted, but
Peter was always there on the side lines teasing me and telling me he
would order John to have more kids if I didn't keep up my perfect
housewife and mother appearance.
I never lost hope that one day I would be able to return to normal, but
until that day arrives, I continue to be my own fantasy and worst
nightmare all rolled into one...
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