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VALENTINE'S DAY HUMILIATION
Wesley Paine felt he'd won the lottery when Lottie agreed to marry him,
almost literally in view of the businesses she owned. At the age of only
twenty two her father had been killed in an accident while driving back
from a meeting, late at night. Her mother had died the year before from
breast cancer and Charlotte, Lottie to him, was convinced her father just
didn't care about life after the loss he suffered and that may have
contributed to his carelessness. The net outcome had resulted in Lottie
taking over his affairs, a multi-million group of companies, with very
little experience.
She had been dating their young I.T. whiz kid, the twenty year old Wesley
for several months prior to this and she had just started to drop hints
that she wouldn't mind taking their relationship to the next level.
Before he could oblige her, he had to confess to his secret, something
only his sister and late mother knew about. He loved to dress up in
clothes owned by Rebecca, his older sister and she had even encouraged
him, although now she worked in France. Far from the reaction of horror,
that he'd feared from Lottie and half expected, she confessed back that
she'd always had a lesbian streak herself, so she would have no objection
to having a boy and girl friend rolled into one.
Her attitude was strengthened once she saw him dressed in what she called
'Wendy' mode, and because he was the same size and colouring as her,
several times she used him as a clothes horse. She wanted to see what
her clothes looked like from the spectators point of view and he was
certainly a convincing woman.
The first time they had got to know one another personally, he was
working for her father, looking after their computers, and he had invited
him to dine at their place to discuss some changes he had proposed. He
was amused to find that the boss's daughter was hostess but had nothing
to do with preparing the food, she had a cook and also a maid who served
it at the family table. However, he and Lottie hit it off and started
seeing each other and they got closer still after her father's accident.
Before they married he had usually taken her out for a meal, perhaps
before or after a show or driving somewhere, but occasionally had invited
her back to his modest home to cook for her, something she found
fascinating about him. She'd never known any man that could cook as well
as him, outside of a chef in a high class restaurant. After they were
wed she had every intention of making use of this talent of his,
especially as her cook was getting on a bit in years and had expressed
the opinion that she'd like to retire.
Lottie came up with the thought that as he only worked on the other
computers in the various offices remotely from his own desk, he could
just as easily work from home, delegating whatever he could to his
underlings. In any case, now she only wanted him to be available if
there was a problem. That way he could spend more time in the house,
doing much of their cooking, which he admitted he enjoyed more than
anything and that would solve the problem of replacing their cook. He
could even remain dressed the way he wanted and to that end she paid for
him to have a series of laser treatments to rid all his body of hair.
"What about Shirley your maid? I can't dress in front of her," he
objected as soon as she suggested it, he had always been quite formal
with the maid.
"Of course you can," Lottie replied, "she'd reliable and very discreet,
she's seen a lot worse in this household than you in a dress."
So, married less than a year, he found himself being the housewife more
often than not, to his wife who continued in her high powered business
role, albeit with some highly qualified advisers, she wasn't reckless.
Shirley had indeed hardly batted an eyelid when she was told that she was
to have a new maid working along side her and who was introduced as
Wendy. He had felt a strange thrill running through him as he subjected
himself to the humiliation of being presented to the maid, dressed in
women's clothes, and he had admitted as much to Lottie beforehand.
"How do you feel about this?" he asked as soon as he and Shirley were
alone.
"You don't think this has come as a surprise, do you Wendy?" she asked
with a smile. "I know all the Mistress's clothes and I knew some of them
weren't hers, so logic told me they were yours. I think it's fun."
"You're not upset or think it's wrong?"
"Don't be silly girl, Mistress has told me that you're junior to me,
except when you're actually working for her, but when you're cooking then
we're equals, so what's not to like?"
She then giggled and asked why he had such a drab uniform, she'd expected
a sexy French maid. He explained that his wife had wanted that as well
but he thought it was too much.
All this had happened one morning, just before Lottie went off to her
office, so the rest of the morning was spent on working out a routine
between them, at least that was what he told himself. Actually it was
more a case of Shirley writing out what his duties were going to be,
together with the days of the week and the times the jobs should be done.
When he complained about the apparent disparity between the number of
jobs he had to do compared with hers, she simply told him that a lot of
her time would be taken checking the new girls' work.
He started on cleaning the kitchen but didn't know that while he was
doing it, Shirley was making a discreet phone call. By the time they
both sat down to eat a snack lunch, he found talking to her was easy and
while she definitely was telling him what to do, not asking, he felt that
they were hitting it off well.
At about four o'clock the door bell rang and Shirley sent him to answer
it. It was a delivery addressed to Wendy Paine. He noted that the
delivery lad only looked at him with a rather lustful eye, not the
expression of someone who knew him as a man.
"What was that Wendy?" Shirley asked.
"A delivery of a very large parcel for me," he replied, rather mystified.
"Well take it up to your room and unpack it, I'll be up in a moment."
At this stage it should be pointed out that in order to keep his two
lives separate, Wendy had been given a maid's bedroom up in the attic,
next door to Shirley's, and that was where he was to keep all his
feminine clothes. All his men's things were in the master bedroom with
his wife's.
It was with some difficulty he carried the large and rather heavy parcel
all the way up to the top of the house and placed it on his bed. As he
started to unwrap it he realised that it was all women's clothes. More
than that, they were maid's uniforms and all the accessories, even down
to the shoes and it was obvious that Lottie had second thoughts about the
cut of his uniform. They were French maid's dresses in a variety of
colours. Two more things were also clear. All the heels on the shoes
were a minimum of five inches high and the measurement of the waist on
each dress were such that they came supplied with boned, lace-up corsets.
A long blonde wig was also included, to go over his mousey brown hair.
"You strip off Wendy, I'll iron this dress for you so find the things
that go with it." Shirley took a dress in a pale lilac colour out into
their day room where an ironing board was set up.
Wendy wasn't at all certain about it, but wanted to be decent when she
returned so undressed and pulled a pair of the panties on quickly over
his gaff. He had just finished wrapping a corset round his torso,
pulling the panties down then back up over the lower part of the garment
that went from supporting his breast forms to half way down between his
hips, when she returned. She wasted no time in starting to tighten the
cords on the corset.
"No tighter please, I can't breathe," he complained.
She had him step into the lavender coloured dress so she could pull it up
him.
"It's no good, there's no way this will do up, I'll have to tighten it a
bit more."
She undid the knot that she'd just tied and got back to using her not
inconsiderable strength to pull the corset so tight he was having to gasp
for air.
"You need to go on a diet," was Shirley's only comment.
By the time she had the dress in place, he was unable to bend to pull his
stockings on, even less his shoes which matched the dress in colour and
added five inches to his otherwise modest height.
"I can't work dressed like this, I can hardly stand, let alone walk in
these heels," he complained again.
"Don't be a wuss," she told him, "you'll soon get used to them."
To a certain extent he had to agree with her. After working on getting
their dinners ready for an hour or more, he was thinking more about what
he was doing, rather than his degree of comfort. That's not to say he
was not suffering any aches from time to time.
It had been agreed that while in maid mode, he would just serve each dish
to Lottie, or the Mistress as he had to refer to her, pour her wine, then
retire to the kitchen where he would work on the next course. Shirley
would remain in the room, attending to the Mistress's water and any top
ups or other services as required. As he brought in her dessert, the
Mistress complimented him on his cooking and presentation.
"I think your new uniform looks scrumptious Wendy," she told him. "Do
you like it?"
"It's not terribly comfortable, I think you ordered one too small in the
waist," he commented back, with a slightly grumpy tone of voice.
"I don't think that shows the degree of gratitude you should have girl,"
his Mistress told him, allowing her irritation to show. "You've just
made up my mind as to how I can solve that problem."
With that he was dismissed. He cleared up the kitchen while Shirley
looked after her Mistress, getting a coffee cream liqueur with petit
fours while she settled with her book in front of the lounge television.
The maids had time to eat in the kitchen on the breakfast bar and had
just finished clearing that when he had to go with the Mistress up to the
bedroom to get her ready for bed.
After the day he'd had he was looking forward to joining her for the
promised romp in the bed that they usually had when they retired early.
By the time he'd undressed her, hung up her clothes, removed her make up
and brushed her hair, he could hardly restrain himself. Then she asked
for him to attend to her with his tongue between her legs, a sure sign of
things to come, or was that cum?
She certainly climaxed three times before she pushed him away.
"Thank you Wendy, I'll have breakfast at eight in the morning, that will
be all for now."
"But Mistress, don't you want me to come to bed with you?" he was almost
pleading.
"Not tonight Wendy, I think that you need to know your new place in the
household before I allow you to use your dildo on me, goodnight."
When they had discussed these arrangements, they had agreed that he would
spend some nights in the maid's quarters, but somehow he expected her to
be more accommodating in view of his obviously randy state. He
reluctantly took his leave, suffering a bad case of blue balls and took a
long while to drop off to sleep in the strange bed.
After a disturbed night he was down in the kitchen drinking coffee even
before the time he had set his alarm, wearing a uniform, this one in
plain black with white trimmings. There was no sign of Shirley until he
was preparing the breakfast tray for Lottie.
"Good job you got up," she remarked, "I was tired and saw that you were
organised so had a lie in."
She did help him, however, pouring the orange juice and accompanying him
upstairs to knock on the master bedroom door, opening it for him once
they heard the order to enter. Wendy entered alone while Shirley
returned to the kitchen to get her own coffee. The breakfast tray had
short fold away legs under it, so he could place it on the bed in front
of his wife.
"Time out Wes," she told him while she ate. "How are you enjoying
yourself?"
"Most of it has been fun, but I badly missed you in bed last night, it
was frustrating to the point of being quite painful," he replied
truthfully.
"You enjoy a little humiliation, don't you?" She ignored his complaint
but wanted to know that what she was doing was the right thing.
"I know it seems odd, and I wouldn't have believed it if you'd told me
beforehand, but I did find it exciting in some way. Mind you, I think
some of it is that I have always enjoyed doing things to please you,
perhaps even more than ever before."
"Well in that case you are going to be thrilled about what I have in mind
for you but I'm not going to tell you anything about it, it's going to be
a surprise. Now, time out is over Wendy, I want you to sort out the
things I'm going to wear today, then I want you to bathe me."
For the next half hour or so his blue balls came back with a vengeance
and didn't go until long after Lottie had left for work. At least, he
thought, she wouldn't want to go for any length of time without proper
sex with him, he knew she enjoyed it too much.
At about eleven someone rang the door bell and Shirley sent him to answer
it. A woman he didn't recognise asked if he was Wendy, when he replied
in the affirmative she stepped into the hallway and plunged a syringe
into his arm.
"Don't panic, I've been sent by Mrs Paine for you to carry out..." He
heard no more than that before he passed out.
* * * * *
He woke up to see Shirley's face looking down at him.
"Don't try to speak, I need to explain something to you," she told him.
"The Mistress said that she was fed up with your playing at being a maid,
she didn't think you were taking it seriously. I'm afraid that she's had
some surgical procedures done on you, she says it will make you a real
maid.
"The first thing is the collar you are wearing round your neck. If you
say anything it will electrocute you, she said that a maid should barely
be seen and certainly not heard. You may feel that your face is a little
sore, that's because she had your make up tattooed on, it's to stop you
wasting her time titivating yourself, and talking about tits, you now
don't need your falsies, you've had implants.
"As well as having your face improved and your waist made smaller the
best part, as far as you're concerned is that she's had your man bits
more or less taken away and you're ready for a full sex change in two
weeks time. The surgeon couldn't do it all at once apparently."
"But..Arrrg," he had started to try to say that he didn't want to be a
woman but as far as he got was discovering that the collar worked.
"I warned you not to speak, that first jolt was just a weak one for
demonstration, any more will be on full power, now let's try getting you
up." Shirley took his arm.
With some difficulty he sat up, for the first time feeling the weight of
his very own breasts, she advised him that he should step into the five
inch heeled mules that she'd placed there as his tendons had been treated
in such a way that high heels would be more comfortable for him all the
time.
"Go and do your business, then we'll get you dressed. You shouldn't be
tired, you've been asleep three days, today's Friday and the Mistress has
already left for work."
She helped him through to the toilet where he sat to pee. He got a
glimpse between his new and quite perky breasts of the sorry remnants of
his penis and felt the empty scrotum beneath it. No need now to wear the
gaff, there wasn't much there to hide. As soon as he had wiped himself
Shirley came and watched as he made his way back to the bedroom. He was
quite good at reading people and realised that she wasn't really
sympathetic towards him, she seemed more amused than anything.
"Just think, Wendy, that's who you really are now," she said with a
smile. "No more dressing for kicks, no worry about being discovered that
you're a man, you're very nearly a complete woman and in two weeks time
you will be almost completely there. The only difference between us is
that I have periods but I know that Mistress is investigating the
possibility of a womb transplant, then you'd have them as well. Just in
case that can't be done your little penis will be turned inside out to
make a pussy so that's the reason you've still got it for the moment."
The reality of all this was starting to sink into his brain. Up to that
point it had seemed little more than a dream, a nightmare in fact, from
which he expected to wake up. He heard what Shirley was saying as she
dressed him but couldn't believe his ears. Why would his wife do this to
him? He wanted to occasionally dress up and already he was doing more
than he intended when she made him her maid. Then he thought back to
what she had told him. It was something that was going to happen over
the next week, she told him that he'd be thrilled about it, how wrong had
she been.
His thoughts were interrupted by Shirley showing him how to lean forward
to settle his breasts relatively comfortably in the half cups of the full
body corset that was wrapped round him. They looked and felt at least
the size of his breasts forms but felt so different that he knew he would
have been turned on by them if he still had his balls and some
testosterone running through him. Then he realised that he was actually
getting turned on although there was no reaction in his small male
member.
"The Mistress told them to give you a slow release dose of Viagra so you
would enjoy your new status still, it wasn't until afterwards they told
her that you would become aroused but have no way to have an orgasm,"
Shirley told him. "She just said that it would make you all the more
grateful to be screwed after they'd completed the surgery."
"Mind you, I think she's screwed you already," she added laughing.
He didn't know whether he was more upset by his obvious castration, his
tattooed make up, his wife's misunderstanding of what he wanted, or the
obviously amused attitude of the maid. Then he received another
revelation that shattered him.
"So that you get used to your change of circumstances, she has arranged
for you to be kept busy this evening. It's February the fourteenth so
she's invited a friend over to celebrate St Valentine's day."
He started to shake his head in a clear 'no' way.
"You don't have a choice, your collar has to be within a certain distance
of a transmitter to keep it from shocking you. If you try to leave this
house you'll find you can't and if you create a scene in front of your
Mistress she has a remote that will turn on your collar to punish you,"
she laughed again even louder. "I told you that you're screwed, and on
top of that she's told me that you will need to take two breakfasts to
her bedroom tomorrow morning.."
By this time she had completed dressing him and guided him across the
room where he saw himself for the first time in the full length mirror on
the inside of the closet door she had opened. He was certain that if
he'd been able to, he would have cum in his panties. In his reflection
he saw the most amazing, feminine creature he'd ever seen outside of the
movies.
With a face done up like a top class model, he guessed it also included
Botox by the look of his luscious red lips. His breasts were pushed up
and trying to escape from the low cut top of the dress, his narrow waist
emphasising both his bust and hip measurements, to long legs escaping
from a froth of white crinolines. He looked sensational.
He went to brush his blonde wig out of his eyes, with fingers ending in
scarlet talons each an inch longer than before, and noticed a slight pull
on his head, he pulled a bit harder and it hurt.
"Yes, that's your hair, you've had extensions added," Shirley told him.
He wanted to scream, but knew that it would only result in him being
hurt. Instead he allowed Shirley to escort him downstairs to the kitchen
where she suggested that he decide on dinner that night and do any prep
he needed to. She was well aware that with his fastidious cooking, he
would want longer than most to do this.
"The Mistress has asked me to tell you that she wants a really romantic
dinner for two tonight, you will cook and serve the meal, I won't be
helping you." Shirley mentioned in a very matter-of-fact way. "She has
told me that she wants a cold starter and dessert and a hot main course
so you'd better get going."
He checked in their various food stores, larder, cool room and freezers,
to plan the meal he had to prepare, anything to take his mind off his
situation. It occurred to him to just do baked beans on toast, but he'd
always been a perfectionist and in any case he wanted to know what was
going on before he acted in any way precipitous. He donned one of the
big cover-all kitchen aprons to protect his uniform, and proceeded to do
as much of the preparation work as he could. Once that was in hand he
went to their cellar to get the wines out he was going to serve, then to
the dining room to lay the table.
Realising that Shirley appeared to have gone out and he was alone in the
house, he opened the back door in the kitchen and took a very slow step
out. Sure enough he'd only gone about four steps when he was struck by
the vibration of the starting of a shock to his neck. This time though,
he'd been ready for it and jumped back, upon which the slight pain
stopped immediately. By this method he established that Shirley wasn't
bluffing, he really was a captive.
He got on with preparing the meal, not stopping for lunch for himself, he
didn't feel he could eat anything. Mid afternoon Shirley returned with
three huge bunches of flowers which she arranged in the dining room,
lounge and bedroom before she enquired how he was getting on.
"Oh, I forgot, you can't answer me, can you?" She gave a loud laugh,
then went off to tidy the rest of the house, singing her head off.
Rather earlier than usual Lottie arrived home, calling him upstairs with
her. She went to her bedroom and had him help to bathe her in a flowery
body oil bath, dry her, then help her into an incredibly sexy powder blue
evening dress, it had a slit up the side to her hip and the top was so
narrow each side of her breasts played peek-a-boo.
"I hope you are enjoying your new body Wendy," she said with a smile. "I
expect you're looking forward to becoming a complete woman."
As she looked at him he shook his head from side to side, indicating
'no'.
"Oh well, never mind, I expect you'll get used to it." She laughed,
then, "Go and pour me a glass of Champagne, I'll take it in the lounge
while I wait for my date."
By the time he'd done that there was a knock on the door and he was sent
to open it. To his horror he found a very handsome, tanned man enter who
was the antithesis of him. He was short, the man was tall, he was
skinny, the man looked as if he worked out every day. Feeling the lowest
he'd felt in his life he showed the newcomer through to his wife.
Without any hesitation she threw her arms round him and kissed him.
"It's so lovely to see you James, Wendy get Mr Holder a glass of
Champagne, James come and sit with me and tell me about everything that's
happened since I saw you last."
He miserably went off to the kitchen, poured the drink and took it back
on a silver tray, nearly tempted to throw it over the man.
"Ah, Wendy, I nearly forgot, I want you in a special uniform tonight, if
you go to my bedroom you'll find it laid out for you, Shirley will give
you a hand."
This took him by surprise, he could only imagine that some sort of new
humiliation was about to be piled on what he was suffering already.
Although the uniform wasn't what he expected. Sure enough, Shirley was
there, dressed up herself as if she was going out, but helped him strip
off completely then handed him a flesh coloured control brief to put on,
something he felt superfluous to his needs.
She helped him with a pair of nude pantyhose, then a dress the double of
the one his wife was wearing except this one was pink and with matching
strappy shoes. She followed him back down the stairs and straight to the
dining room where his Mistress and Mr Holder were sitting at the candle
lit table with their starters in front of them. Then strange things
happened.
Holder got up and pushed a syringe into his upper arm at the same time
that Shirley undid and removed the shock collar he was wearing. Then
Holder smiled at him and Lottie.
"Well I did enjoy that, now it's time to take my girlfriend out for a
romantic dinner of our own," he said, turned and kissed Shirley then
walked off with her.
"Come here darling," his wife told him and slipped her arms round his
neck, "you can't believe that I'd spend Valentine night with anyone but
you?"
"Who was that?" he asked but suddenly was overwhelmed with joy.
"That was Shirley's boyfriend, he's a nurse at the clinic where I had
your girls fitted, do you like them?"
"But what about my..." he started to ask.
"Everything that's been done to you can be reversed, except your hair
would probably best stay coloured, even if the extensions are cut off,"
she assured him. "That jab he just gave you was to make sure your
important bits are fully operational by the time we get to bed. Your
Achilles tendons have had a freeze treatment on them, they'll recover by
Monday, just as your bits would do if we'd left them alone, the jab was
to speed things up a bit. You can have your girls removed if you don't
like them but I would advise you to leave making up your mind until after
I've played with them tonight."
"What about my make up?" He was still unbelieving.
"It's called permanent but it only lasts a couple of weeks and it can be
removed sooner with the right solvent. Oh, and by the way, that collar
had already run down its batteries, we didn't want you really hurt." She
turned to the sound system they had in the room and put on some mood
music. "Now let's have our starter."
Shirley had been arranging things while he was busy elsewhere. The
starters were on the table, the main course already dished up in the warm
Hostess Trolley in the corner of the room and the sweet on a cooled tray
on the side. She'd even opened the wine and put cheese and biscuits
ready if they wanted them.
They didn't stay up for the cheese course and no, he didn't have his
girls removed, he just strapped them down in future when he was in 'man
mode'.
For the next few years Lottie regularly played tricks on him like that,
although sometimes he managed to get his own back. Of course once they
started a family their games had to be a little tempered, but it didn't
diminish the love they had for each other that first St Valentine's
night.
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