TOOPSY, TURVY WORLD
Mum he's morphing, I think he is already changed.
What?
I'm telling you mum, your ugly caterpillar son, Jamie, has changed
into a pretty butterfly.
How would know about morphing?
I have been paying close attention and something is going on. Look at
his eye lashes, see how long they have gotten.
You mean you've been spying on Jamie, Sandra said, I told you this was
going to be very tough for him and I do not think you know enough to
even make a guess about it. Three years after the first changes to
the male population it continued to occur to young boys going through
puberty.
She told her mum that she watched the Sanson twins change and it's
similar. They tried to hide what was happening to them but their
sister Beth and I had been watching them for any girly signs, they had
been behaving oddly, very secretive and a lot of whispering. Then we
noticed that they were starting to fill out a bit, their bums and
their thighs seemed to be making their jeans tighter. We finally
challenged them and forced them to undress. Just like all the other
boys who morphed they also seemed to have lost a lot of strength. They
attempted to put up a fight but even both of them could not stop us
from stripping them naked and sure enough without their clothing both
had reasonable sized breasts and had taken on a very female appearance
down there, she pointed to herself, and about their hips. Beth and I
had a lot of fun and had them both in tears as we dressed them up in
pretty clothes that she had hidden away for just that moment.
Sandra knew the twins since birth, lovely boys, Steven and Alex, both
of them Jamie's friend growing up. She had watched on as this plague
that was affecting the worldwide population in ways that were
unimaginable. Men seemed to have it really bad, it appeared they were
no long producing male hormones and were now producing female hormones
in more than normal quantities. This was resulting in their testicles
literally shrinking and finally falling away and their penis getting
smaller and smaller until it began retracting back inside them.
Basically between their legs they now had a slit concealing a tiny
stub inside which was once had been a penis. Now this was happening
to her son, Jamie. She wanted to cry for him. Poor Jamie, she
taught, he had lasted out to age 18, while most boys changed between
the ages 13 to 15, and he somehow he thought had escaped his faith.
But believing he was going to make it through to manhood had made him
a little bit arrogant, but it seemed he was now about to lose that
swagger he had been displaying. He was going to find it difficult and
it did not appear that his younger sister Bernie was not going to make
his transition easy for him. She had been telling him for some time
that he was going make a very pretty girl and she just could not wait
to bring him along for his first bra fitting just as she and Beth had
done with her two twin brothers, who she went on to tell him that
their breast sizes were different and that was how she could now tell
them apart.
Sandra thought back three years to when the war ended. It came about
in a crazy manner, male soldiers from both camps just threw down their
weapons, abandoned positions as well as vehicles and just started
running away. The whole world went crazy. What stopped the war was
the dropping of what became called mist or cloud bombs, which on the
orders of the president, and despite warnings from his science people,
he insisted on dropping at various enemy strongholds throughout the
world. He was told these bombs would force the opposing armies to
submit and end the conflict, which they did, but just like in that war
a long time ago which was supposed to end all wars, the wind changed
so to speak and the cloud bombs affected everybody. There was just no
hiding from it once it got into the air. Scientists believed it would
remain in the atmosphere for hundreds of years.
The main effect was an increase in female hormones which weakened and
initially caused confusion in males. It also had affect on women,
most went up a bra size, but they gained in height and strength plus
there was at the time the unwelcome and annoying growth of their
clitoris. That was until they found a new use for it. Older women
began to have their periods again and in appearance looked younger
which they found a blessing but that was certainly not true for their
older husbands who a few months on were about to morph into old
ladies. These changes their wives found so funny and most began
enjoying humiliating their spouses a bit more than they should have.
But after 40 years or more of being dominated by their husbands and
waiting on them hand and foot, teasing them about their new fuller
feminine figure and forcing them to doing the household chores was
something they were relishing. Men who had never lifted a finger
about the home were now the one doing the housework and sitting home
watching TV while their wives were out enjoying themselves and
expecting supper to be ready when they got home late, which they
usually did from the pub. The older ladies also became sexually
active again and for the older men having to lie on their backs with
their legs spread while being penetrated by their wives just increased
their humiliation.
Initially men the world over were a mess, few could even string two
words together, they were afraid of their own shadows, their wives,
mothers and girlfriends just could not comfort them. It took a while
but with the emergence of strong women control would shift. Women
were nominated to represent the different fractions that had been
involved in the war. They met together six months later and signed
treaties and at that meeting it was also decided that men would never
again be in power or hold any office that could cause the worldwide
upheaval that had just been witnessed these past few years.
Elections were held and everywhere there were now women presidents,
prime ministers, finance ministers, leaders of industry, judges, an
all-female police force, in fact every possible position of power was
in the hands of women. Laws concerning the ability of men to ever
regain their previous status were rolled out. In our country it was
ruled that men could no longer vote, own property, have a bank
account, drive, drink, in fact it was deemed that they were not up to
being capable of doing anything but the most simple of tasks. Also
all assets were to be put in their minders names, meaning that wives,
mothers, sisters, aunts or any capable female was in charge of them.
Men with no female relatives or minders were gathered up by female
patrols and placed in camps where they would later be sent to
factories and were put to work. The patrols were never disestablished
and became a kind of force that collected up males who were either
discarded by their female partners or had tried to get too clever for
their own good. The thought of ending up in what were sweat shops was
frightening enough for most males to keep them in their place.
Although, most women enjoyed the satisfaction of being in sole charge
of disciplining their men themselves.
In places where laws had forced women to become mere chattels for men
things quickly changed. It was now men who could not drive or leave
home without a female relative present, they were required to cover
their face in public and wear a burka. In the months that followed the
usual black soon became bright pink, powder blue or crazy floral
patterns and there seemed to be a competition going on between women
as to who could deck out their husbands, boyfriends or sons in the
most feminine getup. Men would now walk a proper distance behind
their women wearing see through blouses and miniskirts that had no
resemblance to burkas in the slightest. Women now enjoying the release
began to adopt clothes similar to their counterparts in western
society with t-shirts, jeans and sports shoes now the in things to
wear. Men had now became chattels of what can only be termed as their
female masters
As all those laws restraining men were being passed in western
countries men seemed to be gaining some of their old self-assurance
and it certainly seemed that things were about to come to a head until
the cloud bomb's influence took another huge step. This was when it
became evident to women around the world that their husbands, sons and
partners were showing signs of change.
It became very public when the first lady, who was now in fact the
elected president, appeared at the next gathering of world leaders who
were meeting to re-establish trade agreements. She was accompanies by
her husband, our past president, dressed in a blue sleeveless gown
with a low front displaying a lot of cleavage, a pair of long white
gloves, white toeless high heels, pink toenails and his now longer
hair dyed blond.
He was not the only previous president or chairman or prime minister
to be there with their wives dressed in women's attire. In fact every
one of them was dressed in female clothes. It was a planned move by
the women to show the world who was now in control. The women managed
to finalise trade agreements that would have been impossible several
years ago in unbelievable record time which would later be ironed out
by their respective female trade experts and officials. I think they
even surprised themselves at the progress they were making in building
up the world's economies.
Meanwhile every so often the camera would scan the men who were seated
around the edges of the meeting room and the TV commentator informed
viewers who their wife was and which country she represented and went
into detail of what outfit they were wearing. It appeared that every
outfit had previously been worn by their wives at some function or
other, those photos, old and new, of wives and husbands in matching
evening wear appeared in every newspaper worldwide the next day. While
the men in the room tried hard to hold a smile on their made up faces
and glossed lips for the cameras it was obvious that they were very
uncomfortable.
The press at home had a field day with a photo from a few years
earlier showing the then first lady wearing the very same blue dress
that was worn by her husband. There was speculation as to whether the
husband was also wearing the self-same underwear after photos from
behind showed a very similar panty line. When questioned about the
underwear the president just laughed and then told reporters that this
was not a time for waste as the country was rebuilding itself after
years of war. Our husbands will wear what they are told to wear.
They are the ones responsible for their own predicament, they have
been brought to this by their greed, arrogance, selfishness and
stupidity and are now paying the price. But the comment that brought
the room to laughter was, "We were all sick and tired to them
strutting about with their mine is bigger than yours attitude, now
when they think of who has the biggest it will not be their
disappearing dicks they will be thinking about but their bra size."
Unconsciously every man immediately looked down at his chest, an
action that was not lost on the TV audience.
After three days of successful talks the meetings came to an end. The
world leaders went and celebrated their hugely successful efforts with
a dinner with fine food followed by plenty of alcohol. As men were
not permitted to drink or appear intoxicated in public they were
ushered into a separate room where they were served tea and cake.
Their conversation was very muted, for although bodily they now
resembled women, in their minds they still thought of themselves as
men. And as of yet fashion and gossiping was not yet the topics that
would later become so popular between men. Most of them retired
early. Later, upper most on their minds while waiting way past
midnight in their hotel bedrooms for their wives to arrive back from
their night of drinking was the hope that the women would be too drunk
for sex. Most would not get their wish. It was no different in the
presidential suite where after sex as he was laying cradled in his
wife's embrace he stupidly mentioned that one ex-prime minister said
he had overheard his wife mention that a cure had been discovered for
the changes that had occurred.
This very forward statement earned him a tweaked nipple, a telling off
about listening to silly gossip and a severe warning never to repeat
it. Meanwhile the president thoughts went to the six boys who were at
that moment away in a secret lab being given doses of the male hormone
testosterone and so far it appeared that these tests were going to be
successful. Sperm would be required so real men were going to be
vital for the continuation of the human race. There was going to be a
lot more discussion about this she was sure. Drink made her soon fall
asleep while her husband was left listening to her drunken snore as he
tried to sleep but could not for thinking of how things used to be.
A final meeting in the morning with only her own staff and government
ministers was to work out plans she had to begin a school for the new
male women where they could learn to perform tasks that had been
traditionally performed by them. When she realised her husband could
not even boil an egg she decided that some action was needed to show
men what was now expected of them. It was decided that a compulsory
six week course be devised where they would learn to cook, clean, sew,
dress make, proper posture, beauty, to dance, learn to apply makeup,
hairdressing, how to give a massage and look after their partner's
needs (this was also to include sexual needs). If they showed an
aptitude for secretarial work and were able to do shorthand for
example they could do another six week course and the school would
find them a position. After six weeks they would be assessed and if
they could not excel at any of the subjects they would usually end up
with lower paid jobs such as cleaning.
The Domestic Training Schools as they were called and would soon be
known by the female population at large as Sissy Schools. They
enrolled men who had morphed and their role was to change them
completely. Most came out if not more accepting of their new status
then at least able to look after the home. Men were becoming women,
they looked like women, were dressed like women by their wives and
partners, and so were expected to do the chores that women had done
for hundreds of years and like it. The president was the first to
enrol her husband. They were paired off and would have courses doing
hair, makeup, nails and they would also measure their partner and then
proceed to make a dress for them. Cooking and cleaning were done
individually but obviously they coupled up again to learn how to give
a proper massage. Sexual pleasure was another that required a partner
but here female volunteers were brought in. There was never any
shortage of volunteers particularly with older women.
Sandra did not know all what was happening in presidential circles but
she remembered when Jack began to change. She had taken a job in the
car factory where he was once employed, was working all the hours she
could get to support her two children and her now useless husband.
When the forewoman learned that she was Jack's wife she was reluctant
to hire her, but she proved her worth and was now considered the top
welder and was on very good money.
Before the cloud disaster Jack had not been a very kind husband, and
that was putting it mildly. He was a womaniser, a gambled and drank
too much, so there was never enough money, but worst of all he beat
her. She had worn quite a few pairs of sunglasses even on rainy days
in their troubled marriage. He expected sex when he wanted it and
always made sure he got it, his way to get what he wanted was usually
with a slap. It was not easy on the kids and unfortunately his bad
example was taken up by Jamie to both her and his sister Bernie in his
early teens. If she had not taken on a cleaning job for the council -
not much fun cleaning outside toilets all over town - they would have
lost the house and starved in that period.
But working 12 hours a day at the car plant, then coming home and
expected to cook a meal and clear up the home was getting to her.
Jack was a basket case and Jamie was next to useless, although Bernie
did do her best she could but she still had her school work which
Sandra insisted she concentrate on. So one evening coming home after
a particularly busy day she just lost it. Jack had been behaving
oddly the last two months, he was locking himself in the spare bedroom
before she arrived home, and Sandra had difficulty remembering when
she had last seen him. She had knocked on the door almost every
morning and asked him please for goodness sake do some tidying up
while she was at work. But this evening as she looked at the dishes
in the sink, the clothes still wet in the basket that had never been
hung out, the state of the toilet she decided that enough was enough.
It surprised her how easily she smashed the lock of the bedroom door,
he was standing in the corner wearing a pair of her pyjama bottoms and
a loose sweater also belonging to her. She immediately started to
roar at him that she was tired of this set up and it was time for him
to do some work about the place. His answer that he was still the man
of the house and did not have to do anything around here and that
cleaning was women's work just made her madder. She grabbed his arm
and began pulling him into their bedroom asking, then tell me the why
the man of the house is wearing his wife's pink pyjama bottoms. She
pulled him in front of their full length mirror and ripped off his
sweater. She did not immediately recognise what he was wearing
underneath but then realised it was something she had purchased years
before to wear with a tiny black dress to conceal a panty line. This
he was wearing about his chest in attempt to hide the fact that he now
had breasts.
She ripped that off him and a pair of breasts sprung into life, she
laughed and then pulled down the pyjama bottoms, made him step out of
them and grabbed his shoulders and spun him towards the mirror. The
image looking back at Jack was not the Jack she had known. It was
still Jack's face, although definitely softer, but the body was that
of a woman. So this is what men of the house look like now is it, she
chided, he mumbled some unheard reply. She stood behind him and with
both hands cupping his new breasts and started playing with his
nipples, then she ran her hands down to his groin. There was nothing
there, she turned him around and with one foot forced him to spread
his legs slightly. Then she began exploring, her fingers found a hole
and as she explored further inside with one finger, than two fingers
she came across a small stump which she was sure had to be what was
left of his penis. The other women at work had been talking and
laughing about what their husbands were undergoing, so she had some
idea of what was going on.
She felt her clitoris stir and as he lifted his eyes to hers for the
first time she realised that she was looking down at him and she
realised a similar thought came to him, except that he was looking up
at her. She saw astonishment turn to fear on his face and suddenly
she had never felt so much power. She pushed him roughly backwards
onto their bed which had not known sex for some time. That was just
about to change. She was quickly out of her dress and her knickers
and was on top of him. He tried hard to get out from underneath but
realised he had not the strength. She slapped him across the face and
told him to lie still, to spread his legs wide and then the enlarged
clitoris that she had found a real nuisance found its way into his new
cavity with a little help from Jack who had been instructed to put it
in.
She immediately had an organism and was to have several more for the
next 30 minutes as she pumped her husband hard, all the time telling
him that this is how the man of the house would be getting it from now
on. Rolling off him completely exhausted she pulled his head around
to face hers and looked into his tear filled eyes and remembering how
he had often ordered her to go down and clean him up. Now it was her
turn and she found it even more empowering telling him to get down and
clean her up with his tongue. The slight hesitation got him another
slap across the face and he then did as he was told. This brought on
another organism and after about 5 minutes she released his hair and
ordered him to the bathroom to clean himself up then to come back
immediately.
She watched him exit and just could not believe what she was looking
at from behind was once her husband. She now realised why he was
wearing her pyjama bottoms, she did not think that his now womanly
arse and larger thighs would have fit into his own jeans. The thought
brought a smile to her face. The amount of times he had called her a
"fat arsed bitch" were about to come back to bite him. He came back
in to the bedroom holding one arm across his breasts and the other
trying to cover down below. Sandra now just laughed out loud, and got
off the bed, bent down and picked up her knickers which were lying on
the ground and walked up to him and told him to put them on saying
that any man who likes to wear pink pyjama bottoms surely would not
object to wearing pink knickers, he looked bewildered but once again a
slap brought him to his senses and he took them and slipped them on.
She told him that they looked a bit tight on him and then put her hand
where his penis used to be and remarked at how feminine, how soft and
smooth he had gotten. She then picked up her dress and handing it to
him laughingly told him to cover himself up and had the brazen hussy
like him got no shame. When he had put on her dress which she was
sure if he was to bend over would split being more than a little tight
around the hips she walked out of bedroom telling him that she was
going to shower and that Jackeline had better change the sheets on the
bed, put them in the wash and remake the bed.
As he was doing as he was told she called out for Jackeline to fetch a
towel. He was then given the task of drying her off. This is
unbelievable she thought, just delicious, I now have my own maid.
Later that evening as he was washing up the dinner dishes Bernie who
had just arrived home wanted to know why daddy was wearing a dress.
Sandra replied that Jackeline was wearing a dress because mother told
her to. She then repeated the president's line about husbands wearing
what their wives tell them to wear. Bernie remarked that he probably
needed a larger size then raised her eyebrows and smiled as if she
understood what was happening.
They were in the living room watching TV when Bernie thought she would
try her luck and called out for Jackeline to make her a coffee.
Calling out, you herd her fat arse, from Sandra got the desired
result. Mother and daughter both had a little laugh. A few minutes
later he brought out the coffee and then hurried back to the dishes
after getting a pat on the behind from Sandra. Bernie then called out
- Jackeline you forgot to bring in the biscuits. When he came back
into the living room with the biscuits both mother and daughter began
to comment on what nice round womanly bottom he had, Bernie went over
to her sewing box and produced a tape measure and telling him to stand
still measured about his hips, she then put the tape around his chest
and then his waist and announced with a laugh 42 - 36 - 48. Sandra
chimed in with it will be size XX knickers for Jackeline. She was
enjoying his discomfort and looking at his red face she once again
felt a surge of power and a tingling feeling between her lags and knew
if Bernie was not sitting in the same room Jack would be on the floor
dress up and knickers off, legs wide apart and her on top. Bernie
seemed to know what her mother was thinking as she just nodded and
said goodnight. In no time Jack was on his back again being Jackeline.
That should have been the finish of the man of the house but there was
more to come.
But here she was now with a naked Jamie. Bernie was playing with his
breasts trying to make his nipples erect. Sandra told Bernie who was
only 14 years old to stop and go to her room and get Jamie some
clothes. Jamie was shaking all over despite it not being cold.
Sandra took him in her arms and told him everything was going to be
all right. A crying Jamie said no, it was not going to be all right,
he then told her he was scared of what was happening and knew his life
was as good as over. Then there is the Pay Back ceremony. She tried
to reassure him that it was not all bad, that after the ceremony he
would have his Big Changeover Day and she would make sure that she
found him a good and loving wife. Bernie returned with a bra,
knickers, blouse and skirt and started to dress him and once again had
to be told by Sandra to leave his nipples alone.
The Pay Back ceremony could be dreadful for boys who had just changed.
It originated right at the beginning when men began to morph as the
change was known then just after the war. It seemed women who felt
that they had been wronged by men or teenage boys were convinced they
had every right to get revenge on them now as they were the weaker sex
and in law had no rights whatsoever. Men were dolled up, taken to the
common and given 15 minutes to try to escape. None ever did, they
were raped and humiliated and left naked to find their way home.
Trophies were kept, his knickers, which were always embroidered with
his name, being the most favoured, but his bra or even a lock of his
hair was acceptable. Sandra had subjected Jack to the ceremony when
at least ten women at the car factory had told her that he had forced
himself on then or had inappropriately touched them. She dropped him
off wearing a pink blouse, very short yellow skirt and a white belt,
easy to spot on a dark night. She made him wear four inch high heels
which were locked on and would prevent him getting very far with the
heels sinking into the soft earth making it near impossible for him to
get away. Sandra was phoned by the ladies who participated in the
hunt to tell her that it was probably advisable to drive to the common
and bring him home. But his knickers did get pride of place in the
smoko room notice board at the car factory the next morning.
The ceremony was not as barbaric as it was in the beginning as most of
the boys who were changing now had not hurt or harmed any girls, other
than a bit of teasing that was just normal between young boys and
girls. The participants were mainly now younger as most of the older
women had had their fun. Now rules were that there could not to be any
more than ten girls chasing their prize, they could hunt in pairs.
Often the boy was fooled into believing that he would be given a
chance if he made it to a certain spot he would be free to go home
unmolested. But it seemed that girls could change the rules and the
spot anytime the pleased. The boys never made it and they would
experience sex as a women for the first time. Their first lover if
you could call her that would than get to display his knickers and
have the right to give him his girly name. Some girls had quite a few
trophy knickers up on their bedroom walls. Jamie's would be one of
the last ceremonies ever conducted as the local council would soon ban
the practise as being against all that was good in the new world that
women were trying to establish,
Beth the twin's sister and Bernie's best friend, who was also 14 years
old, had hero worshipped Jamie all her life was determined to be the
one to hunt down him. She was not going to let any other girl hurt
him, she had dreamed when younger that one day he would marry her and
he would love and look after her forever, but now in this topsy turvy
world she would marry him and love and look after him. So with his
sister Bernie they hatched their plan. They had borrowed the
gardeners keys to her hut and Bernie would get the key to Jamie so he
could hide up and wait for them to find him. Jamie believing he was
to get away did not know that Beth had other romantic ideas for him.
She spent half her savings on a very expensive bra and knicker set
that Jamie would wear for the hunt and even put his name on them, she
wanted him to look beautiful.
That evening Sandra and Bernie dressed Jamie in the underwear that
Beth had purchased and in a beautiful loose fitting white dress that
inside had black lining and covered it with a dark cardigan. Sandra
felt as she was leading him to his slaughter as she dropped him off at
the common. She looked at the girls assembled waiting for Jamie's
release. She recognised some from the factory. All the girls were a
lot older than her daughter and her friend and Sandra really hopped
their plan worked. Bernie had given her mother the key to the shed
which she now slipped into Jamie's purse and started to explain the
plan the two girls had devised.
Jamie was to initially head south towards the motorway, but then
double back and get to the lake, there was a boat waiting by, one of
the twins partners, Phillis, would be waiting to get him across and
then he was to get to the hut, open it, lock himself in. He was to
wait then until Bernie and Beth got there. He was not to open the hut
door to anyone else his mother warned him. She did not tell him she
knew some of the girls from the factory and knew they looked forward
to these hunts. Bragging in the morning how they had been the first
to turn so and so into a full blown woman and had his knickers to
prove it.
The plan worked well, Jamie pulled off his dress and turned it inside
out with the black side showing but problems began as he got to the
boat, Phillis wasn't there so Jamie while stepping into the tiny boat
capsized it and unfortunately gave a little scream as he went into the
cold water. He then discovered that the water was not that deep so he
decided to leave the boat and wade across. He was almost at the other
side when he froze and saw Sarah Mullen and June Tuffery with big
grins waiting for him on the bank. They had heard his little scream.
Come on Jamie, they chided, we've been waiting a long time for you,
you need a real clitty in your brand new little fanny to turn you
into a real woman, let us be the first. He knew he could not stay in
the water any longer and that he could not fight them off but just as
they were just about to grab him out of the lake he thought they lost
their balance as they flew past him only to see Beth and Bernie had
pushed them into the water. They pulled him out and grabbed an arm
each and pulled him along to the gardener's hut.
They got the key from Jamie's purse which somehow he had not lost and
got into the hut and locked it from the inside. They remained quite
as they knew that Sarah and June would not be very happy about what
had just happened and would come looking for them. Beth undressed
Jamie and gave him her jacket to put on, she then pulled off her jeans
and told Jamie to put them so as to keep warm. Bernie just looked on
in amusement, there was Jamie's pretty expensive underwear and dress
and cardigan lying wet on the hut floor, Jamie in Beth's jeans and
jacket and Beth was the one almost naked. Bernie was sure it was
supposed to be the other way around. Wasn't that what the hunt was
all about, to get the male naked.
They heard the two girls outside, they tried the door, then the
window, then the door again calling out to them that they knew you
little bastards were in there and that if they did not open the door
they would kill them. They hung about for 15 minutes but being cold
and wet they gave up and were not keen to stay any longer. Inside the
hut they heard cursing as they wondered away. Bernie said she was
going to hang on for another 15 and then she would leave the two
lovebirds to get on with it. She saw the look of confusion come over
Jamie's face. It's the rules she told him, Beth hunted you down, she
claims you and anyway who do you think bought you all that expensive
sexy underwear you got to wear for the hunt. After a while she let
herself out and told them to lock the door again as it would not do to
ruin Beth's big night.
It took Beth a few minutes to get up the courage to go over to Jamie,
she picked up his wet underwear on her way and asked him if he liked
them, she told him she had got them for him specially for tonight as
there was no way any other girl was going to get them off him other
than her. She then put her arm about his shoulder and pulled him to
her and kissed him on the lips. Jamie who thought the whole plan was
just to save him and get him home safe and unmolested now came to the
realisation that he was an 18 year old who was now under the control
of a 14 year old girl who had every intention of having sex with him.
Was it even legal came to his mind, but then he remembered when it
came to the law males had no rights whatsoever. Jamie then felt Beth
begin to pull down the jeans she had given him and start to put her
hands on his groin. She was a fast mover and had him naked in no
time, it was as if she was afraid she might change her mind, soon she
had him on his back and was forcing his legs apart and directing her
clitoris into his, he did not know what to call it, maybe, his fanny.
But it did not matter after the initial shock of what was happening to
him he realised he felt safe with Beth.
They got home before daylight. He wearing her jacket and jeans again,
she was in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, an item of clothing which
was quickly becoming fashionable for women to wear. In his hand he
carried a wet bra, a white dress, and cardigan. She meanwhile proudly
carried the wet knickers he had been wearing. She took him to his
door and rang the bell, Sandra opened the door saying finally your
home, but before he went inside Beth pulled him to her and kissed him
hard and whispered in his ear that his girly name would be Jasmine,
you are my pretty little Jasmine, she said.
He had always thought he was taller than her, in fact he was sure of
it, but tonight for some reason he felt, he tried to think of a word,
dainty, that's it. All the way home he had felt it. That's what I
feel in Beth's arms. His mother inquired if he needed a shower before
bed but he just looked dreamingly at her and she gave him a special
motherly hug, turned him towards the stairs and gave him a little tap
on his bottom as she led him to the shower. She's very young you
know, Sandra told him, it may be a long courtship, she finished.
Later Jamie floated to his bed feeling something he had never thought
possible, yes he thought I feel very feminine as he went to his
dresser and selected a pair of warm cotton knickers and a clean
nightie to wear then jumped into bed and hugged himself to sleep that
night. In the morning the brand new feminine Jamie/Jasmine was about
to get a shock when he was informed by Sandra that he would be helping
Jackeline with the housework, and later she would be taking him up to
the sissy school and getting him enrolled. But for now he was in
heaven.
In the morning while Jackeline prepared breakfast and Jamie set the
table mother and daughter began discussing Jamie's Big Day. They
considered who to invite and it was decided just their neighbours who
resided in the small cul-de-sac they lived in. Locally it was known
as the keyhole as it only had five detached houses, numbered 1 to 5.
In number 1 lived the Jacksons, Francis and Jane, both in their 40's.
They both worked down in the car factory, Jane as a mechanic and
Francis was now the tea lady in the smoko room. They had two girls
who at present were at university and would not be attending. Francis
now known as Fanny by Jane and everyone else for that matter had a
difficult change. As an essential worker he did not have to join the
army and enjoyed a good life at home. He had always been into image
and had his own gym in his garage where he would spend hours and hours
working out. At the drop of a hat his t-shirt was off as he loved
showing off what he considered his magnificent body, especially if
there were women about. But in truth as Jane often pointed out to
him, he never dropped his undies that often as that would have shown
how tiny he was in a department that mattered. As he began to change
that fine sculptured body began to turn to fat and not in a solid way,
just floppy really. Just walking about he just seemed to wobble all
over. Jane would never allowed him to wear a bra with the result that
his tits just about came down to his belly button. Poor Fanny whilst
at work got such a hard time from the women with some of the younger
ones often getting him in a corner and removing his top which 12
months earlier he loved to remove himself was really upsetting for him
now when taken by the young women who then would hide it forcing him
to go about topless and in tears until Jane who always kept a spare
top for him in her locker passed it on to him. Now it was Jane who
worked out in the gym and since her breast reduction looked quite
formidable in a very manly way. Jane arrived in a dark blue tracksuit
and it was evident that she had allowed Fanny to wear a bra judging by
the way his breasts jutted out.
In number 2 lived Alistair and Mary. Alistair was in his 50's and
Mary in her 30's. It was always felt that Mary had married Alistair
for his money but if she had asked anybody who knew him they would
have informed her that he was a tight fisted mean miserable bastard
and that there was no possible way that Mary was getting a penny of
it. He was one of those people who would disappear from the bar when
the round got to his turn. He did not work and no one knew where his
money came from. Mary had been kept on a small housekeeping allowance
and had been forced to go out and get part time work as a typist to be
able to afford to buy what she considered proper clothes for their
seven year old son, Peter. So when the change came and the law denied
men from having bank accounts in their name and everything was handed
over to Mary she could not believe that she was now a millionaire.
She like a lot of other mothers had decided to dress their sons in
girl's clothing to make the crossover easier on them, wore nothing but
the best, while Alistair, now Alice, got all his clothing from the
local opp shops which now had an oversupply of women's clothing as
they were now starting to dress more like men in t-shirts and jeans.
So poor Alice was now going about in clothes that had been donated by
women who no longer required them. Mary insisted he got his clothes
from the bargain bin meaning that his underwear was always tatty,
dresses usually ill -fitting and his shoes worn. There was a boy from
a previous marriage, now 20 who was working as an assistant to a
government minister and it was thought that they might show up. The
invitation was given and as yet Sandra had not had a reply. Mary also
had a breast reduction, a process which was becoming popular with
women. When asked about it, Mary would reply that one pair of tits in
the family was more than enough. Mary arrived holding Peter's hand
and both were beautifully dressed, especially Peter in his pink
trimmed sailor's suit. She told Sandra laughingly that Alice would
get here when he could find a suitable dress to wear.
In number 4 were the Leonadrs, Adam and Rachel, both in their early
30's. Adam was the only male from the keyhole who had been in the
army. When he finally got home he was a complete mess and Rachel
worked very hard to get him back to the man he was before. Just as
she was getting some positive responsive from him he began to change.
But change for him was something he had dreamed about all of his life,
for she discovered that he had been a closet crossdresser and the
changeover allowed him to live his dream. He graduated from the
Domestic Training School's initial six week compulsory course with top
marks and it was suggested that he should continue his studies in
sewing and dressmaking where he showed such a keen interest. Changing
his name from Adam to Eve he excelled in the art and was very soon
recognised as one of the best young designer in women's fashion.
Unfortunately as men became feminised and women were starting to dress
like men of old in jeans, shirts, jackets etc., it seemed all Eve's
beautiful clothes would not be worn at all, but around this time the
now wealthy wives began to buy Eve's designer clothing for their
husbands. Eve and Rachel had it made, Rachel managed everything and
Eve was now in all the glossy magazines modelling her own clothes.
With no time for housework they had hired Mitch who lived in number 5
to look after that for them. Having them arrive especially for
Jamie's big day was very extremely special. As expected this couple
looked like movie stars when they arrived.
In number 5 lived the Sansons, Mitch and Wendy, they were parents to
the twins Alex, now Alexa and Sean, now Shona and also their daughter
Beth. Mitch and Wendy had both been high school teachers and Wendy
went on to be a head teacher at one of the Domestic Training Schools.
Mitch for some unknown reason never impressed at the school and ended
up being an evening cleaner at the old high school. Some thought that
Wendy had something to do with keeping him back but this was never
proved. Wendy allowed Mitch to continue to wear men's clothing for a
long time until after a particularly trying day at the school with a
class of 50-plus men she got angry when they made a mess of the
cooking class she was running and was forced to discipline them. Her
form of discipline was unique in that the guilty trio were forced to
dress in baby clothes, nappies and plastic pants included. She told
them that if they were going to behave like infants then they would be
treated as infants. When their wives arrived to pick them up after
school they thanked Wendy for giving them such a fantastic idea. She
had tried this discipline out on Mitch when once again he did not do
as told and it was a huge success as Mitch was transformed into Silly
Little Milly which he did not enjoy and quickly learned to obey Wendy.
Little did she know that she had started a trend. There were a lot of
baby men that year. Needless to say that Rachel and Eve made a
killing on outfits.
She later complained to other teachers that these older students
forgot that they were no longer men and that it would not help them in
any way when they felt the wrath of their wives when they finally got
back to their own kitchens.
That particular evening she arrived home and told Mitch she was tired
and could do with a drink. He did not move from the sofa where he was
reading. She had had enough, she grabbed his ear and lifted him off
the sofa telling him when she tells him she wants a drink he should
jump and get her one and not just lay there like a slob. Now get me
that drink, she ordered. He promptly arrived back with a glass of
beer and as he was heading back to the sofa and his book she growled
at him to stay where he was. Glum faced he stood in front of her and
she could see she had been too easy on him and from this moment that
was about to change. You people who are no longer real men seem to
have forgotten that you are now women so no more male clothes for you
my girl, you had your chance but you have just become too self-willed,
she told him, only dresses and skirts for you from now on, and I'm
sending you back to sissy school as I'm not happy with the way you
perform your chores. Also from now on your name will be Milly. Now
Milly off to bed with you and no men's pyjama's for you girl, instead
you will wear one of my old nighties. She stood up and marched him
out of the living room. Milly suffered some unwanted sex that night,
something he had never expected, resulting in a very sore bottom the
following morning after a good pegging from Wendy.
Wendy brought Milly along wearing a top that showed a lot of skin
highlighted by his new belly button piercing and a skirt that only
just covered his ample bottom. He was finding it difficult getting
about in the six inch heels she had insisted he wear.
Jasmine's grandparents were next to arrive, nana Pam and papa Joe or
Josie as nana called him. She wore an oversize jersey and baggy
shorts both of which had once belonged to her husband while he wore a
very pretty summer skirt with yellow flowers and green leaves on a
white background. He was not a small woman so the dress really stood
out. The sleeves, neck and hem were somehow beautifully gathered to
give a frilly effect which was all his own work. Sandra came to greet
them and accepted the cake that Pam had insisted that Josie make for
the occasion which she handed to Jackeline who took it inside. As
they knew almost everyone who was there other than the Minister she
took them over to introduce them to her. Pam shuck hands and Josie
was told to courtesy by Pam. Eve, who was probably one of the only
men who just loved being who he was now and with a love of clothes
seeing Josie's dress could not stay away and came over to admire it.
With Pam answering all the questions about the garment telling Eve
that he made it himself and he had a select number of male clients who
he produced clothes for. She told him he also makes his own underwear
and soon Josie's dress was being held up by Pam exposing Josie's
rather large thighs, while Eve inspected the frilly bloomers he was
wearing. Eve was fascinated with the fancy stitching and told Pam to
talk to Rachel about sending some work his way.
This was too much for Josie, who despite living as a female for the
last two years felt he was never ever going to get used to being
basically what was his wife's wife. To be trotted out like he was
some show dog all made up and smelling of roses. Now here he was with
Eve feeling the leg of his knickers the indignity of it was not lost
on Pam who watched as he began to blush believing that he was enjoying
Eve touching his leg. Both now in their mid-60's and for almost 40 of
those years he had ruled the roost and although he had not been a bad
husband there was a mean streak in Pam that he never suspected until
the change. She now ruled with a strict discipline and he was not
likely to forget the times he had tried to defy her. Despite his
weight being put over her knee and being spanked like a little child
was not something he was likely to forget. So he had no choice but to
fall in with her idea of what a woman must do for her wife, her, how
she should behave in public and she should always be available to her
at any time of the day or night.
They had just about finished with sex before the change but now Pam
demanded it every night. Having been sent to bed early most nights he
would dread her climbing in beside him and her practise of putting her
hand up his nightie and then the familiar tug on his knickers which
was her way of telling him to get on his back, get his knickers off
and spread his legs. Sleeping on the wet spot became a nightly
occurrence. Pam never once in the past two years ever referred to Joe
as being male. He was always referred to in a female context and that
was how she liked to see him. Humiliating him was a daily sport.
Finally when Eve had finished inspecting his knickers Pam let his
skirt drop down again and whispered to him, now wasn't that fun,
didn't that make you feel all pretty and girly. No amount of makeup
that he was wearing could hide the fact there was no doubt that he was
blushing more than ever.
The day went really well, the women congregated around the barbeque
while the men prepared the salads, breads, savouries and cakes,
insured that the women had a drink and generally looked after them.
Jamie looked beautiful in the dress Eve had specially designed for him
and Beth seldom left his side. Which was just as well and the
government minister, dressed in a pin striped suit, seemed to be very
taken with him. She was completely ignoring Alice's older son, John
or Crystal which she called to him when she wanted her glass refilled
and was now concentrating on Jamie. Once while Beth had gone to talk
to her brothers about helping Jamie get through his first few months
living as a girl, always the most difficult, the minister took
advantage and had taken Jamie's face in both her hands and planted a
kiss right on his lips. Everyone heard as she told Jamie that she was
going to take him home and he would be her new star, I will call you
Stella, yes, she said I am taking you home with me. She said she
would arrange it with his mother.
This was too much for Beth, whose face was now the same colour as her
red hair. She marched right over, stood in front of Jamie and looking
up at the minister and did not hesitate punching her in the jaw. If
Jane had not stepped in no one was sure how it would all have ended
up. Even when the minister's body guard who had been called in from
the waiting car outside arrived she realised that she was going to be
no match for Jane. The hours she had spent in the garage gym was
paying off. The minister was asked to leave the party and as she
called to Crystal to get over here telling him that they were leaving,
Sandra put a protective arm around his shoulders and told her she
would be leaving on her own because John was staying put. She left
saying that they had not heard the last of this and stormed off.
Jamie's big day really took off after that and the women decided that
the men might be allowed a little alcohol.
Later that evening Beth took her Jasmine as she liked to think of
Jamie by the hand and led him up to his bedroom which had been
redecorated from a boy's room to very much now a girl's bedroom by
herself, the twins and Bernie. The football posters had been replaced
by the latest girl singers and film stars, a new dressing table with
mirrors was complete with stool where he could do his makeup, which
now abundantly adorned the dresser top. But best of all as far as
Beth was concerned was the contents of the drawers which now she
showed to her Jasmine contained beautiful lingerie, night dresses,
bras and even a pair of fluffy pink slippers in the bottom drawer.
For a moment they both caught each other's eye in the mirror then Beth
led him to the bed and began to undress him. Then she pulled back the
pink silk sheet and gently pushed him down so as to lie on the bed.
In one second flat she was undressed and in the bed with him and once
again despite being older and still bigger Beth made him once again
feel dainty and feminine as she entered him and he knew he was falling
in love with that feeling.
The next morning the same crowd arrived around at Sandra's for
breakfast. The women sat around the table laughing and joking while
the men were content chatting among themselves as they prepared
breakfast. After everyone agreed that it was a marvellous day
yesterday, Jane suggested that in future men should always be allowed
a little alcohol. The men looking shyly at each other nodded their
heads in agreement.
FOUR YEARS LATER
Pam had taken Josie out to celebrate her 70th birthday. He was up at
the bar ordering drinks, chatting with a few mates and just generally
being his good humoured self. He too had had his breasts removed two
years back and Josie looking on could not believe what a handsome
husband she had. Just over seven years living and behaving as a woman
had made Josie mellow. Doing housework, cooking him his meals, doing
his washing, keeping his home clean and tidy were now second nature.
What she once inwardly rebelled against, housework, had now become
routine for her. She loved doing little things like ironing his
shirts, baking special treats for him, giving him massages, cutting
his hair. In fact she loved doing everything that a wife does for a
man. She watched him returning carrying the drinks and once again
could not believe how good he looked. He was a year younger at 69,
but could easily have passed for a man in his fifties. The grey hair
oiled straight back and the square chin, broad shoulders. Other than
the hips being perhaps a little fuller than men of old had been he
still to Josie's eyes looked very manly in the new suit he was wearing
for the occasion. She thought back to how she looked just eight years
ago but could no longer see him as a woman and could no longer even
imagine him in a skirt.
He handed the sparkling water to her and winked telling her there was
a couple of gins in it. She thanked him as he wished her a happy
birthday and smiled as she thought that she no longer thought of
herself as male and he was no longer the little lady. Every night she
was reminded of the fact that it was her who was the now little lady
as he took her in bed. At least he called her his little lady when in
fact she now fit into a size20 dress. Sexually he was still very
active and she loved the attention if not the act. But every night
she made sure she was showered, perfumed and was wearing clean
knickers and nightie. He was no longer as rough as he had been in the
beginning and it no longer seemed to be a power thing with him as
there was now nothing to prove. But most of all she loved the fact
that he never looked at other women despite at 70 she was hardly the
most attractive woman in the world. So pleasing him was everything.
Some of their family and friends would be arriving soon so it was nice
to spend a few moments alone with him. Sandra would be coming
bringing Crystal, Jack one day had just wondered off and never come
back. It was thought he was picked by the patrols. Crystal had moved
in and although there was nothing official he was now keeping house
for her and for all intents and purposes they were a couple.
Jane was also bringing her new woman, no one knew who she was as Jane
seemed to change partners like some women change their underwear.
Francis was also off the scene, another mystery best not talked about.
He never took to his new body.
Mary and Alice had moved away, Mary spending some of Alistair's
millions on a home in the sun. Her son Peter was now called Pat.
Rachel and Eve would be there of course. They were just flying in
from overseas but would be there as promised. Josie still did a lot
of work for them at home in the evenings, especially his original
designs, they would not trust anyone else but her to do the job.
Wendy and Milly, once Mitch, would also be there. Milly still looked
after Rachel and Eve's house but as they were very seldom there it was
money for jam, so to speak. The twins had both married and moved away
with their partners.
Bernie had been absent for the past two years, all very hush, hush,
but it was believed she had volunteered for the fertility programme.
This was a programme set up by the government to insure that the world
would still have people in it. She had said she would try and make it
but in her last contact with Sandra she had said she was with child so
it was unlikely she would turn up.
And last but not least their grandchild would be brought along by
Beth, that red head who had lined Jamie up as her intended when she
was just 14. They had been married as soon as Beth was the legal age
of 16 and were now living out in the country where they kept horses.
Jamie or Jasmine was employed by Rachael and Eve in their fashion
empire. In fact Jasmine was now the face of every glossy magazine and
had taken top spot from Eve, who after five years at the top was very
glad to hand the crown to her. Remembering Jamie's big day and Beth
reacting to the behaviour of that government minister brought another
smile to Josie. She was confident that her grandchild was in good
hands and would always be well looked after.
Josie began to think back to when it had all started for him, the
abject fear, creating an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach as he
watched his penis and testicles begin to shrink, the obvious
enlargement of his breast and every day looking in the mirror as his
behind and hips began to expand and then as his thighs began to get
bigger and discovering that he did not fit his jeans. This extra layer
was not muscle but a soft covering of fat that was beginning to
overwhelm his whole body as he began to look more and more like a
woman every day. Losing what had been between his legs was something
akin to a death, his whole life was over and depression set in.
Initially Pam felt sympathy for him and let him wear her jeans and
slacks as they were made to stretch, but as he got larger and seeing
other women began to dress their husbands in female clothing, Josie
was put into dresses and skirts.
As Pam began to take control Josie was pushed further into the black
hole that was overtaking him. Six weeks at the Domestic Training
school did not improve his attitude so Pam enrolled him for a further
six weeks. How he hated the world and that stupid past president for
being responsible for what was happening to him. He did not want to
be a woman full stop and did all he could to disturb Pam's plans for
him. Surprisingly it was not the spankings that Pam subjected him to
but the dressing him up in child's clothes at the school by Wendy that
brought him around. Being forced to wear baby clothing and a nappy
for a whole week brought him into line. When Wendy called at the
school to pick him up she saw a large crowd of women gathered in the
main hall, wondering what was going on she approached and saw three
elder students dressed as babies. The women were having a field day,
saying how cute and pretty they looked with some tickling their
tummies and pinching their cheeks inquiring where their mummies were
and saying that they must be very proud of their little babies.
Pam just burst out in laughter as she called her husband to her in
baby talk, what a very pretty dress my little fat girly was wearing.
She could tell he was wearing a nappy by the rustle of his plastic
pants as he waddled towards her. Has itsy bitsy Josie got a wet nap
nap, she called to him as she reached under his frilly little dress
and felt his bottom. Just then Wendy arrived and explained to Pam
what had happened at class and that instead of a spanking she decided
on a new kind of discipline which had worked on her husband. She
handed Pam a carryall which contained adult size baby clothes, some
more nappies, a couple of pacifiers, a rattle and two cans of baby
formula and two feeding bottles. She told Pam that his nappy needed
changing and then handed Josie his dolly. They discussed that for the
next week Josie would be a baby for all intents and purposes and
hopefully it would convince him to behave like a proper lady. For the
rest of the week he went about in little dresses and cardigans sucking
his pacifier and being fussed over by women who had not seen a baby in
such a long time and were prepared to play along with his punishment.
Being bottle fed like a baby was just too much, but the fear of a
spanking insured that for the rest of the week he did as he was told.
That week convinced him that despite the fact that he felt defeated
and depressed about what was happening to him there was nothing he
could do to change things. Men everywhere were beginning to look like
and dress like women and that seemed to be the way the world was
headed. If they met other men while being taken out by their wives
they could not look each other in the eye because of the
embarrassment, instead looked down at their shoes, their women's
shoes, keeping very still with their hands down by their sides holding
their dress down in the wind while the women chatted. Having to sit
to pee was also a new and unwanted experience which he detested and
then there was the queue at the toilets when he was out. Not able to
use the urinals anymore in men's toilets there was always a wait to
get into a cubical and what used to take a couple of minutes now could
be a half hour ordeal. He found that his new body could not hold onto
his wee like his old penis could and the long wait often saw him
spending the evening in wet knickers until he learned to always have a
spare pair stashed in a plastic bag in his handbag.
And so Josie reflected in the space of seven years men had finally
accepted their fate. The continual rush of female hormones racing
through their bodies had a huge effect on their behaviour and attitude
and soon they began to believe that being a woman was not so bad after
all. Women who were now the new men and realised that they could not
continue to treat men as they had in that original burst of freedom
they experienced when males began to change and found that by kindness
they could get their men doing what they wanted them to do without
constantly humiliating them and so in time new wives became devoted,
loving and obedient to their new husbands.
FERTILITY CLINICS
When it was realised that there was a possibility that the human race
was about to finish up and that no children had been born in over six
years experts gathered together to find a solution. In our country
the powers that be finally came up with a way to stop boys, who were
vetted before being considered suitable, from losing their testicles
until later by prescribing male hormones for them before the change
occurred. In this way they were able to plant their seed in
volunteers, such as Bernie, and the human race would continue. These
clinics were set up all over the country, later the world, and
although there was going to be a major drop in population, life would
continue. It was ruled that after each boy was responsible for
creating three children they would be taken off the hormones and
removed to a new compound to prepare them for womanhood. That they
believed was only way the world would remain a safe place, although if
the truth was told women having tasted independence and such power
were never going to put it back into the hands of man.