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CHANGES The gentle rain spattered on the pavement and gathered in rivulets that expanded as they approached the catch basins. The low hanging clouds and mist dimmed the street lights of the quiet cul-de-sac. Most of the houses were dark shadows in the night. The usual flickering of a TV in the living room window of the old army veteran who had insomnia was the sole hint of human consciousness at this late hour. At the end of the street the two storey Cape Cod was also darkened, a night light glowed in an upper window but through the half-drawn curtains a bright light could be seen coming from one of the rooms facing the rear of the home. A small sigh escaped from Vince's mouth as he made another typo. The sigh was muted by the large ball gag strapped and locked in his mouth. That gag had been applied before Pattie had gone to bed and after, (he glanced at the clock), four hours it felt like it had gotten bigger. He tilted his head back to swallow. As he did so he felt the slight restriction of the metal ?" collar encircling his neck. The collar was locked with a seamless connection that required an allen wrench to remove. Vince glanced in the mirror on the wall and took the time to absorb the image. Sitting primly at a wooden kitchen table on a simple wood chair was a woman. While the year was 2020, the woman was dressed as if she had been transported from the 1950's. Her hair was in a bouffant, her makeup was heavy with a bold red lipstick, her large button earrings were clearly displayed under the permed curls. His review continued downward as he saw his breasts rise and fall above the d?colletage of the polka-dot dress. Hidden by the table he knew the hem line of the dress ended at the knees but was raised by the two petticoats demanded for this style of dress. He could feel the tightness in his calves and arches from the five-inch stilettos that were locked to his ankles. The shoes had a polka-dot design that matched the dress. Beneath the beautiful clothing were the main reasons for his discomfort. His 42DD breasts rose with each breath. The four-hook band was a reminder of its presence with every breath and the shoulder straps tucked just under the shoulder of the dress were digging into him as they worked to hold up their load. The corset below the brassiere was one of his shorter ones, a concession to his current chore which required him to sit. The diet plan and 24/7 waist reduction programme had allowed this corset to draw his waist to 25" He knew the target was much less but he was told it was none of his business what that number was. Continuing down, his chastity cage was covered by a pair of frilly silk panties that required hand washing. The panties had a small slit in the rear. He had spent an entire day modifying all his panties. On his backside, there was no risk of him sliding forward as the 3" dildo he sat on was fixed to the seat of the chair. Raising his eyes to the mirror again, he noticed some wetness forming below his gag and he awkwardly reached for a tissue to soak up the offending liquid before it dropped onto his dress. The awkwardness was caused by the shortness of the fine chains that captured his wrists and traveled through the ring on the front of his collar. The chains allowed him to complete his tasks (just) but were too short to reach the tissue box without leaning forward, an action made difficult by the corset and which drove the dildo deeper. Vince was able to stop the drool from falling however he noticed that his foundation had been flawed and the precise lip line was now slightly smudged. Knowing that a random inspection could occur at any moment, he sighed and reached for the large black purse resting on the other side of the typewriter in front of him. The purse was just at his maximum reach without having to lift himself off the dildo. Pulling it to him and then resting it on his lap he was able to reach his compact, lip liner and gloss. Touching up the damaged areas, he returned the makeup to the purse and slid it back to its proper position. Failure to do so was a demerit and he had enough of those this week. Vince's inspection complete and repairs made, he returned to the task he had been given just before his wife went to bed. Using an old but well-oiled typewriter she had found at a yard sale, she had ordered Vince to compose letters to friends and family. The letters were to explain that they would be travelling shortly to enjoy their retirement and explore the country. Some of the letters had 'soft' language that indicated Vince had undergone some changes since retirement and although they hadn't seen each other in some time, he was looking forward to their next visit and hoped they liked those changes. The draft of those letters had taken several nights with many demerits and 'corrections'. Lady Patricia had insisted that the cursive writing be in ink and be in a feminine style. Vince had used block writing for his entire career and struggled with learning to slant and flow the letters. His efforts were further hampered by the acrylic nails that extended ?" inches past the ends of his fingers. The final approved drafts were then to be typed using the old device because "it was time suited for his outfits" Lady P graciously allowed two corrections (using whiteout) per letter, any more required the letter to be re-typed. The neatly stacked pile of rejected pages next to the purse was evidence of the difficulty Vince was experiencing and the late hour. He focused on this letter to their daughter. From the darkened frame of the hallway door, Patricia had watched as her husband had repaired his makeup and returned to his tasks. She smiled and quietly turning, returned to the bedroom as dawn was a few hours away. She was looking forward to another lovely breakfast served in bed. The rain continued outside as the slow click-clack quietly echoed in the kitchen, offset by the occasional sigh. Six months earlier: "I don't know what to do Sarah!" Pattie started to sob. The two were sitting on the poolside patio at Pattie's house. Sarah was Pattie's best friend and the owner of Wild Side Salon. Her clientele were in their late 20's to 40's and loved the edgy looks Sarah and her staff could put together. The salon offered full services including nails, waxing and Botox. Sarah and Pattie had met when Vince and Pattie moved to the city 15 years ago after their only daughter had graduated university and taken a job on the west coast. Sarah took her friend's hand in her own and said "Oh honey, I know it's been rough since Vince retired. Tell me all about how you're feeling" Catching her breath and dabbing at her nose, Pattie settled. She took a sip of wine, thinking, 'God, I have been drinking more and more of this stuff lately.' Vince and Pattie had both worked full-time at well-paying jobs in different industries. Vince was an engineer at a local manufacturing plant and Pattie had worked her way up the HR stream of a mid-sized HMO. Both were able to retire at 50 with no mortgage or debts and well-earning retirement funds. Their daughter Megan had graduated just before they moved and with their focus on careers they didn't have a large social circle. Pattie had met Sarah when she needed a new stylist and the two had hit it off. Sarah was a divorcee who enjoyed male companions but made it clear she did not want lasting relationships. Although in her fifties, her edgy yet professional look along with some well-done cosmetic procedures over the years had people thinking she was in her thirties or maybe early forties. The salon was quite successful and she had begun taking time off to pursue personal interests such as travel. Composed, Pattie told her story... While she had adapted quickly to retirement and a more relaxed schedule, Vince had struggled. After a high intensity job with demanding personnel and public interaction, he was tired of dealing with people. This distain meant that he didn't take up golfing like he had thought he would. He also avoided shopping areas and accepting invitations to social events. Pretty soon, invitations stopped being offered. Vince was turning into a hermit. He also struggled to complete things. From her chair she could see the unpainted trellis that he had built but didn't get around to finishing, the hedges needed trimming and through the open garage door she could observe the disarray. Even his personal hygiene had taken a hit. While he was clean, he had forgone getting his hair cut and his love of junk food was beginning to produce a soft belly. His bike still hung from the rafters, cobwebs encircling the seat. This lack of enthusiasm for life at a time when they had plenty of time and no want for funds was driving a wedge between them. Pattie wanted to explore, to travel, to socialize while he muddled through the day and played games on the computer late into the night. Pattie wasn't so unhappy that she was considering a divorce but she wanted more and she worried about his health. All these emotions had boiled up today and she vented to Sarah. As a good friend, Sarah kept quiet while Pattie talked. When done, they both sat silently and sipped their wine. At the back of the spacious yard, Vince was doing something with the lawnmower. Whatever it was seemed to frustrate him as he kept traipsing back to the garage to acquire more tools and 'things' that were now piling up beside the idle mower. "That's a prime example of what I am dealing with Sarah" Pattie sighed. "That lawnmower is 20 years old and we can easily afford a new one. Furthermore, the old Vince would have pulled the mower back to the garage and put it up on the work bench to fix it. Now you can't even see the bench, and my once patient husband throws temper tantrums." As she said this, they watched Vince throw a wrench into the hedge and then after a moment, disappear into the hedge looking for it. "I hear you honey," said Sarah. "I don't mean to pry, but how are things in the bedroom? Some of the stories you told me about life before sounded like you enjoyed trying different things. I clearly remember that time you had me give Vince a makeover for the Halloween party when you went as his pimp. He was quite convincing!" Pattie pondered how to express herself and debated how much to say. As Vince crawled back through the hedge she decided to be completely open to Sarah. "Yes, we used to do some 'kinky' things I guess. Certainly nothing like I hear some of your customers talk about at the salon but we sometimes took turns tying each other to the bed and making love but honestly, I wasn't very good at doing the tying and I certainly couldn't hurt Vince. " Pausing again, she looked at her friend and said, "Can I tell you a secret?" Sarah quickly took both of Pattie's hands in her own and said "Of course you can honey, I can keep a secret, it's all the people I tell who can't" Seeing a look of distress flash across Pattie's face, Sarah said "I'm just kidding honey. If I couldn't keep a secret then I wouldn't be in business as long as I have. The stuff I hear would blow your mind!" Relieved, Pattie confessed "That Halloween party wasn't Vince's first time dressed as a woman. Before we got engaged, he told me that he was a cross-dresser. He took a risk in telling me as I could have 'outed him'?" Sarah nodded at the correct terminology, "He said he didn't want me to commit to a relationship if Vivian would be a problem. I had no idea what a cross-dresser was and was worried that he was homosexual and using me to hide his orientation. We agreed to give me time to think about it and he provided some links to sites. I was relieved to discover that most crossdressers are heterosexual and some looked pretty good! At our next date, I told him I wanted to meet Vivian before giving him my answer. We went back to his apartment and he dug out a suitcase at the back of the closet. Sarah, Vivian looked much better than I thought she would and I knew with some help that she could probably walk through the mall without turning heads." Sarah sat back in her chair and subconsciously turned to observe Vince who was muttering beside the lawnmower. Hmm, he is slim and only 5' 8" and he did clean up pretty good when I did his face. Pattie continued with her confession, "I agreed to continue the relationship but I didn't want to see Vivian become the focus of our dates. Vivian would come out of the closet from time to time and we'd watch a movie on the TV but we never became physical and I wasn't a willing participant. I know that Vince was hoping for more but I didn't feel comfortable. I did allow him to wear panties under his tuxedo at the wedding and he wears panties all the time now. When Megan was born Vivian went into the closet. I didn't want her to ever see Vivian and frankly, we were so busy between working and raising Megan that there wasn't time for Vivian. When Megan left for university, Vince asked me if it would be OK for Vivian to come out again and while I said yes, I told him I didn't have any interest in seeing Vivian. To answer your question, we don't make love very often anymore and even our affections are stilted. As I have been saying all this, I have to wonder if my response to Vince about Vivian has been part of the problem?" As Pattie ended her story, Sarah sat and contemplated what she had heard. She asked Pattie for another glass of wine and watched Vince as he began returning the small pile of tools and parts to the garage. He said hello as he went into the house to shower. The mower sat at the back of the yard, that portion of lawn left uncut. When Pattie returned, she seemed embarrassed. As she started to speak Sarah interrupted her "Stop hon. I am glad you felt comfortable opening up to me. I need some time to think about this but I do want to tell you that this isn't just your fault." Pattie flinched at the hinted accusation as Sarah continued, "I have some thoughts but leave this with me for now. I agree that things have gotten worse and I can tell you that I have noticed the two of you expressing doubts about each other. I know you are both still in love and I think I might be able to suggest something but I need to do some research. How about we agree to meet at the club next week for lunch and a chat?" After confirming schedules and booking a table, they moved on to other events in their lives. Upstairs, Vince finished lathering his body. With Pattie's blessings he had begun keeping his body hair shaved. While he knew he could dress as Vivian if he wanted he had for some reason not done so. Vince knew that Pattie was uncomfortable with interacting with Vivian so he would on occasion wear something under his guy clothes but he hadn't attempted dressing completely in years. He fondly remembered that Halloween when he had dressed as a hooker. The ladies that night were amazed that he kept his heels on for the entire night but seemed to accept that his ice skating blades were similar challenges to balance. When they got home that night Pattie was more amorous than usual and he thought that perhaps she might have changed her opinion on seeing Vivian but the next time he suggested that Vivian join them for a movie in the den, she didn't express enthusiasm so he dropped the notion. Vince knew that the crossdressing bondage sites he had been visiting online were definitely something that Pattie would not understand or condone so he never thought of raising the subject. A few weeks later: Pattie nervously checked her face in the hall mirror as Sarah pulled into the driveway. She thought back to what had happened since her confession to Sarah. As agreed, the two ladies had met at the club for lunch and while Pattie was anxious to hear what Sarah had been up to, the location wasn't ideal for such a conversation so they limited it to normal banter. After lunch they retired to a lounge where over a couple of glasses of wine Sarah informed Pattie of her thoughts. "Now Pattie dear, please hear me out completely before interrupting. I've put a lot of thought into this and I think if you hear the full story you might be open to some ideas" Getting Pattie's nervous agreement, Sarah continued, "I thought carefully about what you said about Vince's behaviour lately. I also thought about some of the things you said the two of you have tried over the years and I also remembered how good Vince looked for that Halloween party." She put up her finger as Pattie was about to speak. When Pattie settled back down and took a drink, Sarah continued. "I think Vince is bored and dissatisfied with not having a purpose. We both know he is a good provider and a good man but his lack of attention to completing projects, his lack of interest in appearance and his past sexual inclinations with you tell me that he is hiding something from you. Now before you panic, I know what a cheater looks like and I don't think that's the case. I do suspect however that Vince's desire to dress as a woman is stronger than you have imagined and that he is looking for someone to provide the direction he feels he has lost." Pattie sat silent for a few moments while she digested Sarah's words. Finally, she spoke, "You bring up some interesting thoughts hon. I know he used to like dressing as Vivian but I can't remember the last time he did. I don't know about finding someone to provide direction, we kind of share the family responsibilities and as far as I know, he doesn't mind." Sarah nodded and continued. "Would it be possible for you to look at his browser history? I know it might seem like a breach of privacy and it is...but I think you need to know if my suspicions are correct and that he is looking for more time as Vivian and more direction in his life. He never needs to know and if there is information that indicates his desire for more then maybe together we can form a plan. Honey, I lost a bastard of a husband but your man is a keeper. If he simply needs to look more like a woman, then I am sure we can find a way to keep both of you happy" The ladies agreed to meet again the next week and discuss what Pattie found. In the meantime, Sarah said she wanted to talk to an expert about the matter and assured Pattie that confidentiality would be kept. The next week, a stressed Pattie started the conversation in the lounge. "I can't believe what I found on Vince's iPad!" she blurted. Sarah, concerned that perhaps Vince had been having an affair bit her lip. Pattie continued, "He's been looking at crossdressing bondage and domination sites! I found links to (she pulled out a paper), Fictionmania, Gromet's plaza and Utopia. He's even got links to bondage supply sites and a profile for a site called....(she looked down at her paper)...FetLife. He uses a 'remember me' connection so I was able to look at his profile. He identifies as a CD/TV submissive. His friends list includes a number of 'Mistresses' and other CD/TVs who like bondage. The good news is none of his links seem to be for sex but rather for the bondage and the discipline. He doesn't have many pictures but he did post one from the Halloween party. It got a lot of 'likes'." Finished with her expose Pattie sat back with a bewildered look and took a big gulp of her wine. Sarah stayed silent for a few moments as she pondered what she had heard. "Well, I am glad it appears my thoughts were correct and more specifically that he isn't looking for sex somewhere else. Let me tell you what I have done since we spoke last week. One of my regular clients is a professional dominatrix. She doesn't advertise it but after a number of years as my client and she always insists on me doing her hair, she told me one day that she does domination for a living. Her specialty is feminization training. Her name is Tamara, Mistress Tamara to her slaves. I asked her for a few moments of her time after her last appointment and since her slave was getting the works that day, we had time to chat. I explained to her what you had told me and no, I didn't use your name. She confirmed my suspicions that Vince might be looking for more Vivian time and she agreed with my suggestion to check his browser history." Pattie was flabbergasted to hear that Sarah knew a professional dominatrix and after asking some questions about what Sarah had learned about the profession of a 'pro-domme', Sarah continued. "Now that we know that Vince is looking for more Vivian time and potentially some more personal direction, we....you, need to decide what to do next. Here's my thoughts: 1 - do nothing. We stop talking about any Vivian time or problems in your relationship. Things will continue to be cool between you two, you will continue to be unhappy and frankly I believe Vince will continue to be unhappy. 2 - leave Vince. The reality is the two of you are not being totally honest with each other and aren't looking to find common ground. Cut your losses and agree to separate. It doesn't have to be vicious like it was with my dead beat and no one needs to know about Vivian. 3 - explore. Accept seeing more of Vivian. Learn a little about what this domination thing is. From my conversations with Tamara, many of her clients come to her simply because their spouse won't condone their feelings. Those feelings won't go away and the clients aren't bad people because of them. If the spouse was willing to participate, they would see benefits such as: happier relationships, more sharing of household duties or even an overbalance which frees up the spouse, and the husband isn't paying a premium to a pro-domme even if the spouse is less competent at the discipline business than Tamara is. FYI, Tamara offers spousal training and 'slave' training. The training can be anything from how to tie knots, to how to behave as a dominant to feminization of the slave." Pattie sat back in shock. She thought carefully on what Sarah had said. Could she and Vince really split up after all these years together? What if one of those FetLife dommes encouraged him to leave her? She loved her husband but could she really discipline him (her)? The ladies agreed it was too important to make a decision today and they left the club with an agreement to chat soon. That night as they lay in bed, Pattie rubbed her hands over Vince's body as he slept. She hadn't really noticed that he had been removing his hair again. The slight stubble on his chest prompted some thoughts and she wondered what she would feel if her hands were instead caressing a breast. Pattie vowed to be more openly affectionate with Vince as she drifted into slumber with her hand resting on his nipple. The next day Pattie called Sarah at the salon. "Let's do this!" she exclaimed when Sarah came on the line. "Slow down girl," said Sarah, "we don't even know what 'this' is! Let me have another chat with Tamara, she is coming in tomorrow. Maybe we can sit down and build a plan after I chat with her." Pattie agreed and as she had promised herself, she became more affectionate with Vince who seemed to appreciate it as there was a little more spring in his step and he even vowed to tackle the garage clutter again. The ladies had a couple of phone calls before finally getting together on the patio again. Pattie had been able to share Vince's FetLife name with Sarah who passed it on to Tamara. Over a light dinner, the ladies hashed out a plan and agreed that as soon as Tamara was available they would launch it. That night while Pattie slept, Vince was in the den and after watching the sports wrap up decided to check his FetLife account. To his surprise, there was a message for him. He had only had a couple of messages and when he opened it he was shocked to find it was from a female dominatrix named Mistress Tamara. The message read: Good evening Vivian. I have been reviewing your profile for some time and while it is light on detail, I was enthralled with your presentation as a hooker at some sort of party. It's a shame that you didn't include more details with the picture. It has been my experience that a lot of 'fem-men' on Fetlife lie about their looks, their age, their interests and their location. If you really are living where you say you are and if you truly are not looking for a sexual encounter then perhaps I would be interested in chatting with you from time to time. This will be one of the few times I would let you make the decision (although ultimately it's always the slave's decision)...if you want to chat from time to time, then send me a Friend Request and I will strongly consider accepting it. Mistress Tamara PS - you really need to post a more recent picture. It sends a message that you are not who you say you are....are you a poser? Hmmmm Vince was shocked to have received such a message and insulted that someone would think he was insincere. Without thinking, he called up a picture he had taken in the bathroom mirror that showed his shaven chest and lack of hair elsewhere. After cropping the picture to not show his face, he hit SEND. It was the next day when he realized that in the reflection of the mirror was a framed picture on his bureau outside the bathroom that clearly showed him and Pattie at their wedding! He immediately removed the picture from his FetLife post. A week after agreeing on a plan, Tamara confirmed her availability and a month after first confessing her troubles with Vince, Pattie was about to meet Tamara! The sound of a door closing snapped Pattie out of her daydreaming and as she opened the door, Sarah strode up. Beside her was a tall woman wearing a tasteful blouse and tight pants with reasonable stilettos. Trailing them was a well-dressed young woman who wore higher heels although she seemed very comfortable in them. This young woman had a large purse/bag slung over her shoulder and it appeared that she was wearing a metal necklace or perhaps a collar. Before Pattie could take a closer look at the young woman's jewelry, Sarah was making the introduction. "Hi Pattie hon, this is (she paused for a moment), Tamara and her (again a pause), friend Marci. Tamara nodded at Sarah's use of her name and presented Pattie with a firm and confident handshake while saying, "It is nice to finally meet you Patricia." Marci simply nodded to Pattie and perhaps dipped her upper body. Pattie was flooded with emotions upon meeting Tamara. While overtly confident, she wasn't dressed in leathers like she imagined nor was Tamara anything like a bitch that she thought perhaps a dominatrix would be. Pattie led the group through the house to the patio, their heels clicked solidly on the tiled and hardwood surfaces. She offered them seats and then drinks. Tamara stated she would have a small glass of red wine and that Marci was fine with water. Pattie noticed that Marci instinctively pulled her chair away from the table and slightly behind/to the side of Tamara. She was still in Tamara's peripheral view but clearly not part of the table group. "Interesting," she thought. The ladies spent the next 30 minutes talking about events in the city and Pattie was fascinated to hear Tamara's insights into some of the premier fundraisers that Pattie had played small roles in supporting. As they chatted, Tamara would on occasion shift her gaze towards the garage where they could hear Vince shuffling things around. From time to time he would pull something out to the utility trailer parked at the door. Eventually, the ladies turned to the purpose of the visit today. Before beginning, Tamara asked if she might smoke. "We aren't smokers anymore and we don't even own an ashtray," Pattie responded. "That's not an issue for me," said Tamara as she held up her hand. Almost immediately Marci handed her a small cigar and placed an ashtray on the table. With an accepting nod from Pattie, Tamara turned her head and Marci lit the cigar. Tamara courteously blew the smoke away from the group but the fragrance caught Pattie's nose and she instinctively inhaled. Noticing this, Tamara offered her one but Pattie declined. Nevertheless, she continued to enjoy the fragrance. Tamara led Pattie on a discussion of the basics of domination and the theory. "It is important for you to understand dear Patricia, that while the dominant leads, the submissive ultimately has control. If the slave ever says "stop" the dominant must stop. Otherwise the relationship is not one of trust and is doomed to fail. My slave here took many months to train not only to light my cigar (she chuckled) but how to hide her maleness and present as a convincing woman." Tamara laughed at Pattie's response to the news that Marci was in fact a man. There was no hint of a male in her presentation or even the few words Marci had spoken. Tamara went on to explain that Marci and her were husband and wife. Marci was a trained bookkeeper and with the success of Tamara's business, had given up her 'vanilla' job to become Tamara's fulltime accountant. The arrangement suited them perfectly as Marci was an outstanding investment agent and as it turns out, a very good cook and housekeeper. It took a reminder from Sarah for Pattie to stop gawking at Marci. "I apologize for my rudeness Mistress Tamara," said Pattie. "No dear, I am not your Mistress, please call me Tamara or better yet, Tammy." "As far as rudeness goes, I intentionally sprung my surprise on you as I wanted to clearly demonstrate what can be achieved with some training and some cosmetics." Tamara retrieved a photo from her purse that showed Marci in her male form before the training. "Now," Tamara spoke, "as I have explained, discipline can occur on many levels and intensities. It can be as simple as a look which causes the submissive to adopt a position or as complex as a discipline scene where a slave is reminded of their commitment to their dominant." "I think I will be able to demonstrate the simplest form to you shortly. Could you call Vince over?" Vince had been working for a couple of hours on cleaning up the garage clutter. The trailer was heaped with broken equipment, tools, detritus from home renovations and stuff that had no reason to be held on to. As he had come to the trailer he noticed Pattie had some girlfriends over. He knew Sarah but the one guest was in the shadows and he couldn't make out her face. As he threw a chunk of concrete onto the trailer he heard Pattie call out "Honey, could you come over here for a moment? I'd like to introduce you to my guests." Wiping his hands on his dishevelled shirt, he strode over to the patio. From her perch, Pattie was able to clearly see his approach. Vince looked down to see if he had been able to wipe his hands clean enough to meet the guests. As he approached the table and looked up he was shocked to see the woman in the shade was the same woman who he had sent the picture to on Fetlife! 'what was her name.... oh yeah.... Mistress Tamara' he remembered. He almost came to a stop before he got to the patio. Pattie clearly saw that he had recognized her and she heard Tammy's slight chuckle at Vince's reaction. Pattie made the introductions, "Honey...Vince, this is Tamara...I mean Tammy and her friend Marci" Tamara stood and stepped close to Vince. As she took his hand for the shake, he realized that she was slightly taller than him and standing so close, he had to look up into the sun. Her face was haloed by the light. "Nice to meet you.... Vince" said Tamara as she squeezed tightly and effortlessly, "My name is...Tamara" As Tamara broke the grip, Vince stuttered to reply, "It's nice to meet you Mistre...Tamara." The ladies smiled as they realized he knew who Tamara was. Tamara continued to enrapt Vince. "It looks like you have been working pretty hard today Vince. Maybe you should go take a shower." The words were a statement not a question and to Pattie's surprise, Vince stuttered that a shower was a good idea. As Vince stepped into the house, Pattie turned to look at Tamara as if to ask if she was a witch. Tammy let her stare for a bit while she smiled and then she said "See? It's not that difficult if the seed is already there" While Vince was scrubbing off the dirt and grime, the ladies were enthusiastically tweaking the plan. Tammy kindly offered her services to train both Vince and Pattie. At one point Tamara held up her fingers and Marci correctly interpreted she wanted another cigar. As she puffed it to life, Pattie tentatively asked if she could try it. She liked the taste and she liked the look. Hmmm...she thought, maybe I could get used to this. The plans finalized, the ladies left after Marci had cleaned up the table and put the dishes away. As Vince entered the living room, Pattie was smiling at the TV although he was pretty sure she wasn't paying attention to it. "What were you girls up to?" he asked as he bent for a kiss. 'Is that smoke I smell on her breath?' he wondered. "Oh, nothing for you to worry about hon. Tamara, sorry...Tammy is a friend of Sarah's and she was telling us about a fundraiser she has planned. It's a costume party and I am deciding what we will go as." From her tone Vince was pretty confident he was not getting a say so he decided to keep her in a good mood and offered to prepare dinner. She smiled and waving her hand, dismissed him. The next few days saw a change in Pattie and a positive effect for Vince. As he continued to clean out the garage and tackle unfinished projects she was constantly on the phone to Sarah or at times Tammy. Those calls usually ended abruptly when he entered the room. He had been married long enough to know that something was underway that he wasn't supposed to know about. He wondered if perhaps she was planning something for their anniversary but Pattie refused to divulge anything. Another thing that changed was their sex life. One night Pattie reached over and began stroking his cock. As it got hard she pushed him on his back and mounted. After a strong orgasm followed by a couple of mini ones she slid up his body and had him lick her to a thundering orgasm. Sated, she gave him a kiss and rolled over to her side of the bed. Vince lay there wondering what the heck had just happened and why hadn't he had a chance to come. On another night, he woke to find Pattie fondling his chest and tweaking his nipples. Seeing him awaken and seeing the effects she was having on his cock she said, "I have been thinking and I think I miss seeing Vivian. Is she still around?" In shock, Vince lay there for a moment before carefully answering, "I think I might still have some of the clothes I wore. I don't think I have much though." Pattie twisted his nipple in excitement and said "Wonderful! Go grab them now and we'll see what we need to get her. I would like to see Vivian come downstairs to dinner someday. I promise to make up for ignoring her. With that, she again mounted him and then afterwards, slid up for dessert. While Pattie was experiencing this rekindling of her sexual needs, Vince was a little confused but as he was thinking about it during the garage project he realized that Pattie seemed happier and he was kind of getting more sex than he had in a long time. Over the next few weeks, Pattie continued to entice Vince with sex but she also began training from Tammy. Tammy introduced her to her Bondage 101 rope class and was soon mastering the basics and looking for more advanced ties. Many of the models founds themselves tied into pretzels by this enthusiastic student. In addition to bondage, Tammy began training Pattie in domination techniques. She began with theory and then practical on Marci. Satisfied that she was grasping the concept, Tammy let Pattie view video of client sessions and then one night allowed her to sit in on a session as a 'guest' domme. The pleasure Pattie got from dressing in leather for the role encouraged her to lose some weight she had been struggling with. As the two dommes became comfortable with each other Pattie learned more about Tammy's relationship with Marci. They had met in university although each hung out in much different circles, Tammy was going through a Goth period and Mark was one of the campus computer geeks. Despite her outward appearance, Tammy had a business goal in mind and she knew that Economics electives would be beneficial to her future business ventures. At her first class she found herself sitting next to this shy yet polite young man who didn't appear to be offended by her attire and look. As the semester developed, so did their relationship. Initially it was for help with homework and understanding the subject. Mark was pleased at how quickly Tammy learned the basics and was surprised that she had a nice but firm personality. He was comfortable with her deciding things like where to go for a date or suggestions from her about what to wear. He even agreed to not get his hair cut. The next year they moved into an apartment together and continued in their independent studies. By graduation it was clear that Tammy was the dominant partner and they had progressed to experimenting with bondage and mild discipline. There was some subtle feminization with Tammy introducing Mark to her stylist and insisting he grow his nails out and then later, keep them polished (clear). Upon graduation, Mark's standing at school ensured a well-paying offer at a local accounting firm. Tammy was able to invest a small inheritance into a budding dungeon enterprise. In a few years, she was well known for her sessions and had expanded her business into other cities on the East coast. Her business enterprise was consuming her time and it was an easy decision to insist Mark become her corporate accountant. What was a little more difficult was to train Mark to become Marci full-time. Over a period of two years, Tammy used her considerable skills along with the resources of some friends and good clients to polish Marci's presentation. Marci had some minor facial surgery completed along with a breast augmentation and rib removal to allow her corsets to provide the hour-glass figure Tammy desired for her. Marci was devoted to her Mistress but Pattie learned that the domme-sub relationship was a loving one. On occasion Mistress Tammy would session Marci but for the most part they enjoyed life as two friends...two girlfriends. Even in vanilla settings, it was clear to another dominant that Tammy was the decision maker but to others, they simply appeared to be in love and Tammy happened to like choosing things such as the movie to see or what they would have from the menu. Even the collar Marci always wore looked more like jewelry than the control device Pattie knew it was. Vince came home one day from a grocery run (yes, grocery buying had now become his job) to find Pattie pacing the kitchen. She helped him hurriedly put the groceries away and then practically dragged him to the guest room. There she presented a mountain of clothes for Vivian. There were panties, bras, camisoles and girdles. There were blouses, skirts and dresses along with shoes and boots, along with accessories. The crowning touch (literally) was a beautiful shoulder blade length auburn wig with reddish highlights. Vince was stunned by the volume of clothing and instead of thinking to ask how much it cost, he asked "Are you sure?" The answer was immediate as Pattie ripped his clothes from his body and they began a fashion show. It was obvious Pattie had an eye for sizing as there were few things that didn't fit. Those were set aside with the comment that Vivian and her would return them for exchanges. At the end of the show, Vivian was wearing a beautiful sweater with a low neck and a knee length pencil skirt. Pattie had applied some makeup to her and she looked as good as Vivian ever had. One thing missing though was breasts. When Pattie stuffed some socks into the bra she looked disappointed in the result. Vivian was very happy though and Pattie put the thought away for another time. Together they descended to the kitchen and prepared a meal which they ate outside. Pattie provided constructive criticism on body movements and eating in smaller bites. She made Vivian refresh her lipstick throughout the meal and several times found Vivian staring at the lipstick marks on the water glass. That night as they undressed it was clear that Vince was ready for action. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it. As he prepared to enter Pattie, she reached up and through the bra he still wore tweaked his nipples. That action resulted in an immediate ejaculation ('just as Tammy predicted' thought Pattie). Vince was dejected but Pattie pushed his head down between her legs and said "Finish what you started girl!" As he was licking her to a second orgasm he realized he had probably just cleaned up some of his ejaculation but she was so breathless and active that he just kept at it. The next morning as Vince came down for breakfast he found Pattie staring pensively at her coffee cup. "Something wrong hon?" he asked. "No, she said but I have been thinking about yesterday and..." Vince interrupted her and started to say, "I'm sorry about coming too soon but I hope you were still satisfied." She looked at him with a stare and said "You interrupted me, Vivian. Sit down there and listen." Shocked, Vince sat in the chair she had pointed to. "Good girl," said Pattie. "I was saying...I was thinking about yesterday and I think I have solutions to the problems I saw." Vince wisely kept quiet as he was not aware there was more than one problem. "First off, we need to get you better breast forms and secondly I need some help with doing your makeup. You are a different shade than me and a man's face needs techniques I don't have." Staying quiet, Vince listened as she continued. "Fortunately, those two things are easily fixed." Again, fixing Vince with a solid stare, she said "I have booked Vivian for a makeover at Sarah's salon. Before you have a coronary, it will be after hours and she's already seen you as a woman, remember that Halloween costume? Since you will be leaving the salon with makeup on, it makes sense that you arrive as Vivian. The appointment is in two days." Vince's jaw dropped and he sagged in the chair. He absolutely loved what she had been doing with him and he liked the idea of improving Vivian's look. On the other hand, he was terrified of being seen in public, Halloween was one thing but now? Pattie's attitude was clear that she was not going to accept a rejection of her plan. Seeing him sitting there and not voicing dissent gave Pattie the confidence for the next statement. "Now, about your little 'accident' last night." Vince gulped. "I have a solution for that too. Go get a back of frozen peas from the freezer...Now!" when Vince didn't move fast enough. Puzzled, he returned with the vegetables and found her with a small box on the table. As she was unwrapping it, she looked over and ordered "Strip off everything!" When done, she ordered him to stare at the ceiling and hold the bag on his cock and balls. The cold instantly shrank them and while uncomfortable, he kept them covered until she removed the bag. "Put your hands on top of your head.... keep staring up!" Vince felt her doing something with his genitals but the cold had partially numbed everything. Finally, with a grunt from Pattie and a small twist, Vince heard a 'click' and a "There" from Pattie. "OK, you can take your arms down and look hon," she said calmly as she cleaned up the packaging and headed away to put the peas back in the freezer. Vince reached down and where he normally found his penis his fingers felt metal. Gasping, he looked down and saw his penis encased in a metal cage and his testicles forced into a tight package behind it. "Honey," he hollered, "what did you just do?" "Stop that yelling missy" Pattie said as she re-entered the room. "I think it is pretty obvious what I did. A friend of mine did that to her husband after he was unfaithful. It stayed on for six months before she let him have an orgasm and then it went right back on. Your little incident isn't as severe so I don't 'think' I will need to keep your little wee-wee locked up for six months but I do suggest you behave as I might forget where the key is. Now, get dressed as I am hungry and I feel like eating out for lunch." As Vince ("No, she is Vivian now") turned to go upstairs, Pattie let out a small breath. 'I was worried about using the humiliation techniques Tammy taught me but she seems to be OK with what I said.' Pattie chuckled and then followed her new girlfriend upstairs to help her on another first. With a lot of help and the encouragement of Pattie's willingness to try leaving the cage on for months, Vivian was dressed and out the door in good time. The sound of her heels on the asphalt barely registered as she looked nervously around. "Relax hon," said Pattie. "You'll bring more attention to yourself skulking than simply projecting the woman that I clearly see in you. Remember the lessons I have been giving you and you'll be fine." Vivian sat sideways on the car seat and swung her legs in like she had been taught and sat straight as they headed into town. After a lunch that Pattie ordered for both of them, she took her arm and led her through the mall. She seemed to take enjoyment out of looking at the sexiest of clothing and at one time asked her to step into the cubicle at the Victoria's Secret so she could get her opinion. Every time she attempted to get an erection the device prevented it and in an effort to keep Pattie happy, she agreed to anything her wife suggested. After buying a set of high heels that Pattie made clear were perfect for Vivian, she asked Vivian how he felt about an ear piercing. Distracted by the brightly coloured bags she was carrying and the pain of her chastity she thought Pattie was asking if she should get some more ear piercings, she said "I think two more holes would look good hon" "Wonderful!" Pattie exclaimed and pulled Vivian into a small shop and before he knew what was happening, a young girl was marking her lobes! Pattie leaned in and without the sales girl seeing, squeezed the cage. "You said you were OK with two holes and now you want to chicken out? I wonder if I will remember where that key is?" Vivian relaxed into the chair and let the girl proceed. To his chagrin, the girl marked two holes...in each ear and as Pattie looked on, she shot a stud into each mark. Vivian was barely aware of the instruction sheet being handed to her and as they walked out, Pattie leaned into her and said "You were a good girl, let's get a treat." As they walked through the mall, their heels clicking on the terrazzo, Pattie told Vivian about a new store that she thought would be interesting to visit. Taking her arm, Pattie led Vivian down a seldom used section of the mall to a store named "Hidden Pleasures" There were some nice leather dresses displayed in the windows. Entering the store, they were greeted by a young woman in tall heels and a beautiful black leather dress. "Welcome to Hidden Pleasures, my name is Eve and feel free to ask me any questions as you browse. If you don't see your size, please ask as I have a large warehouse that I can access." As the couple strolled deeper into the store they discovered the kink section. Here there were leather bondage devices, ropes of various fabrics and lengths, cuffs in all sorts of materials and wall displays of gags, collars and blindfolds. There were shelves of devices neither knew their purpose. "These look interesting," said Pattie as she stopped in front of a display of butt plugs. Vivian was unsure if Pattie was serious and was about to say something when Eve appeared. Afraid of giving away her gender, Vivian stayed silent as Eve talked to Pattie about the pros and cons of the different plugs. With a glance at Vivian, Eve turned to Pattie and said, "It appears your slave is unsure of your interest. Considering she is in a cock cage," Vivian blushed, "I would suggest that you are interested in some of the plugs that can control her. I would recommend this type of remote plug. It can be locked into her butt and activated from your phone. If I may, I would also suggest you consider looking at our jewelry section, we have a wide variety of collars that look innocent but can quickly be used with a leash and we also have some lovely belled ear rings for when her new piercings heal. I would advise you avoid spending too much right away as I am guessing you are relatively new at exploring your dominant tendencies?" Pattie was amazed at Eve's immediate and accurate assessment of their relationship as well as her forthrightness. She was further surprised when Eve took a leash off a display, efficiently wrapped it around Vivian's neck and then secured it to a post before Vivian was even aware of what was going on! "Please, come with me and we can chat without being heard by your inquisitive slave." With that, Pattie and Eve disappeared leaving Vivian staring at herself in a display mirror. Fortunately for Vivian they were only gone ten minutes and no other customers had come near the bound slave. Pattie had a small bag in her hand and deposited it in one of the Victoria Secrets bags as Eve quickly untied Vivian's leash. Eve turned to Pattie and handed her the leash and locks. "Please accept this as a gift. I suspect I will see you again in my store." With that, Eve strode away on her skyscraper heels to assist a young man who was looking at some leather clothing. "She was nice," said Pattie, "but I'm a little tired so let's head for home." Vivian nodded and still a little bewildered by everything that had transpired, followed along without her earlier nervousness. Two days and several phone calls later, Pattie led a nervous Vivian into Sarah's salon. It was after hours and the blinds had been lowered, providing privacy. After the usual hugs and kisses, this time including a stiff Vivian, Sarah led them over to her chair and asked Vivian to take a seat. Sensing her nervousness, Sarah offered her a glass of wine and then went to her office to confer with Pattie on what look was desired. Vivian sipped at her wine while flipping through a large book with images of hairstyles. She really didn't know what she was looking for when she came across an older image that showed an up do that resembled those worn by housewives in the 50's. Vince remembered his grandmother sitting around the kitchen table wearing skirts with petticoats and lacquered hair. As he finished his glass of wine, the two ladies returned and seeing the open page commented "That is an older style honey that I think might work for you. Today I am going for a different look but I will ensure I trim everything so that I can create that look later. My goodness you were thirsty, here is another glass. Relax and prepare to be pampered." Three glasses later, a slightly inebriated Vivian was staring at her hair extension coiffure. The dark look was offset with red highlights that caught the light and accented the base colour. Sarah was now working on her nails and had glued on extensions that looked like daggers. "Don't worry honey, I will be trimming these back to a more reasonable length." The nails were finished in a burgundy polish with topcoats and her toenails were painted in the same colour. "Makeup is next young lady," said Sarah as she wheeled a large trolley over. "But first I need to fix those caterpillars growing on your face." Without pause, she first trimmed each brow and then applied wax strips above and below. With a quick word of warning, she ripped off the strips which elicited a yelp from Vivian. Some quick touch-ups with a pair of tweezers and Sarah began applying what looked to Vince gallons of product. As she worked, Sarah explained to Pattie what she was doing. Vivian heard something about long-lasting product but again, didn't understand the application and assumed that this meant she would not have to reapply anything during the day. With her face complete less the lips, Vivian was given another surprise when she was told to close her eyes. What followed was a series of stings to her upper and lower lips. Vivian soon discovered that her lips felt much like her mouth did after the dentist froze her for a cavity repair. The lips felt numb and enlarged. Sarah told Pattie that the Botox should be allowed to settle before applying lipstick. By tomorrow, things should be good to go. "We have one more procedure to do hon and for that, I need you to remove your top." As the top came off, Vivian was embarrassed to see the socks stuffed in the bra cups. "Don't you worry hon, you aren't the only girl to sit in my chair with more than flesh in her bra but I'm about to take care of that problem." With that, Sarah tipped the chair backwards and placed Vivian in a prone position. Out of the corner of her eye Vivian saw Sarah remove a wobbly lump of silicon and place it on her chest. With Pattie looking over Sarah's shoulder, the lump was moved around until both ladies were satisfied with its position. Sarah made some marks on the lump and Vivian's chest and repeated the process on the other breast. She next sprayed something on the back of each lump and then laid the lump again on Vivian's chest. After squishing the lump around, she removed them and set a timer for five minutes. "That will give the adhesive time to begin curing," she explained and when the timer rang she quickly applied the lumps, lining up the marks she had made previously. Vivian was in shock as her view of her feet disappeared, these new breasts seemed huge! Satisfied with the position and adhesion, Sarah returned the chair to the upright position. Vivian immediately felt the weight of the forms pull on her chest muscles. Sarah made quick work of making the seams disappear and then with Pattie's help they reattached Vivian's bra. With a spin of the chair, Vivian was turned to face the mirror and she let out a gasp. There was no resemblance to Vince, only a woman named Vivian. "Welcome to womanhood," said Sarah as she beamed. Pattie was awestruck at how realistic Vivian looked. That night as Pattie was exploring Vivian's new additions (42Ds she was informed), Vivian let out an involuntary squeak when she felt a finger pop into her rosebud. Soon after, a hard 'something' was eased up and in. Just as it felt like it wouldn't go, Vivian felt Pattie's hands let go and a not unpleasant feeling as the toy slid in on it's own. "Eve suggested we begin slowly Vivian," said Pattie. "You won't be ready for my vibrators for a while." With that, Pattie rolled over and Vivian lay there wondering where this was going and where it might end. The next few weeks saw Pattie exerting more of her will on Vivian. Vince appeared less and less. It was quite common to see her paddling into the ensuite on her tiptoes with a toy visible in her butt. Over this period, the plugs got larger and some had remote control features. The feminine deportment lessons continued and Vince found himself unconsciously crossing his legs and using Vivian's voice. On one family phone call, Vivian came to chat with their daughter and said hello in Vivian's voice which threw Megan off. Vince quickly covered it up with a cough and said he had a sore throat while Pattie looked on with a chuckle. Pattie continued her lessons with Tammy and began to practice on Vivian. The now cleaned out and spotless garage was turned into a small dungeon. With Tammy's advice and Hidden Pleasure's inventory, one wall became filled with various restraints, hoods and gags. A St Andrew's cross was built along with a throne set up on a short platform. One night as Vivian lay strapped to a horse with a long-tailed butt plug in one end and a ring gag in the other, the outside door opened and she heard the distinctive sound of high heels approaching. Unable to turn to see who the unknown guest was, Vivian listened carefully. She heard the sound of Pattie welcoming the guest with what seemed like a passionate embrace. This was followed by click and then the smell of a sweet cigar. The heels came closer up both sides of the horse and as two sets of leather clad legs in impossibly thin stilettoes appeared, Vivian strained her neck to find both Lady Patricia and Mistress Tamara standing in front of her. The two dominants stared at the helpless slave as they drew on their cigars and casually blew the smoke in her direction. With a chuckle, they turned and gave each other a deep and passionate kiss. Laughing, they turned and smiled. Lady Patricia took up her throne seat as Mistress Tamara pulled on a chain that drew her slave Marci to her. Marci was dressed in a short and well petticoated maids dress with short ballet boots. Her ankles were hobbled with a six-inch chain and then joined to her wrists that were secured behind her. The leash connected to a tall posture collar and also to a chain that disappeared under her low-cut collar to what Vivian assumed was a set of nipple clamps. Leading Marci to a convenient hook and chain suspended from the ceiling, Tamara secured Marci and returned beside Vivian. As she smoked, she stroked the muscle trembling slave. Vivian continued to stare at her mistress, the woman of her life who had somehow transformed herself from the meek and demure woman he knew and loved into a confident and assertive dominatrix that he also loved. That evening Vivian learned about all the things Lady Patricia had been doing. The lessons she had taken at Tamara's dungeon, her interaction with Tamara's slave sessions, the purchases at Hidden Pleasures and the willing assistance of Sarah in transforming Vince into Vivian. The garage became a popular place for Lady Patricia, Tamara and Sarah. They enjoyed spending time with their slaves. Over time and with Sarah's assistance, Vivian become more and more feminized. Eventually, her hair was styled in that 50's up do and her daily house dressing mirrored that era. It wasn't always kink time but Vince disappeared and Vivian became a permanent resident of the home. She shopped exclusively as Vivian and the two ladies would often be seen at the movies, shopping or going for drives. Through a client of Tamara's Vivian was eventually convinced that having her own breasts would be more comfortable and pleasurable. With Vivian's authorization, the plastic surgeon performed some minor facial feminization and gave her a beautiful set of 42 DD breasts. Lady Patricia took advantage of the discounted surgery rates to have her breasts lifted and a small tummy tuck. They both enjoyed the following shopping experiences to replace 'all those things that don't fit anymore'. Today: Vivian continued typing the final letter. This one was addressed to their daughter. "Dear Megan: Your mother and I are so pleased to see how successful you have been in your career. We are looking forward to meeting your new boyfriend. From what your mother tells me, he and I will hit it off. As you know, my early retirement did not bring the joy that I had expected it to. For quite a while I was not happy and honestly, I believe I was suffering some depression. I am pleased to state that your mother, my rock, never gave up on me and that with a lot of encouragement urged me to try some new things. I am writing this letter as your mother suggested (he winced at the bruising on his bum from the suggesting) that I let you know that some of the changes I have done in my life are rather significant. I was prepared to go into details in this letter but your mother informs me that I do not need to. I trust her and assume the two of you have been up to some female tricks and scheming. LOL In closing, I look forward to meeting Dani (Is that really how he spells his name?) next month when we visit. I love you, Dad" The typing now completed, Vince's old life was coming to an end and Vivian was about to take flight. As the sun began to stream through the patio doors, it illuminated the large RV hooked up to their truck. Vivian went through her mental checklist of things they needed for the extended road trip. She was looking forward to spending some time at Mistress Tamara's mountain property facility and wondering how Megan would take to her new look. The trailer was packed with the required camping supplies, provisions, kink clothing and equipment. There were no male clothes in the trailer. As the sun shone onto the kitchen table, the clock began it's 8am chime. "Time to make Lady Patricia's breakfast" thought Vivian as she carefully extracted herself from the dildo that had impaled her for so long. The End Dear Readers: I hope you enjoyed the story. I purposely left out how Megan will react to her dad's new image and presentation. I left you a clue that suggests it will go well. Could this story happen in real-life? I think so, nothing was done to Vince/Vivian that is medically impossible nor something that a loving couple couldn't explore. Will Pattie continue to love her spouse, even as she transforms and as Pattie exerts her authority? Again, I think so provided the love and respect remains. I tried to convey that love and respect in my words but as I have stated in previous stories, I am an amateur author. Have a good day and be safe, Linda