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I was awoken when someone began moving my head. There was light coming in through the window. My head was throbbing and I was having a hard time putting things together; Something was forcefully shoved into my mouth and strapped around my head. It tasted of rubber. 'What the hell is going on? Where am I?' I thought as I began looking around at my surroundings. Things seemed familiar, but this wasn't my room. A man was in the room and was shuffling around doing little things here and there. Everything felt wrong for some reason. My arms and legs were stretched out and tied to something, I wasn't able to move. Other things felt wrong too. For one thing, I didn't feel my morning wood, and when I flexed my kegals, there was a horrible squeezing feeling coming from within me, under my belly button. I was sore all over, but especially in my crotch, which just hurt. Something like string seemed to be in my ass crack. To top it all off, I was covered by some kind of light blanket. It felt like something was on my legs, like long socks, only the material felt wrong. Something else was wrapped around my abdomen and hips and was squeezing me. "Wakey, wakey, beautiful," said the man in an ultra feminine voice; I struggled to recognize this person, but realized it was a woman judging from the two prominent lumps covered by a men's dress shirt. She must have seen the confusion on my face. "Don't recognize me? That's what I was afraid of... Hmm, well to sum things up for you, I am, or was the woman you were supposed to have a fun weekend with. Do you remember that?" she said in clarification. Foggy memories were starting to come together and I remembered that I was supposed to have a weekend away with a hot cougar. I remembered leaving my parents house and coming to a house in the morning... the other morning? I wasn't too sure how long ago that was, but I was still having issues remembering what happened. Looking over the man/woman, the face seemed familiar, in fact it was the same face as the woman from the ad. The only issue was she had some stubble over her chin and her hair was short and brown instead of the long red it was in the pictures. Also, she was wearing slacks and a dress shirt that fit loosely over her still somewhat feminine figure. "Maybe this will help," she said as she came up to the bed and ripped away the covers from me. My eyes went wide at what I saw. First off, I was wearing a full set of matching black female lingerie, a corset, thong and stockings. There was an obvious absence from between my legs and the thong was completely conformed to my crotch. I flexed my cock muscle but again only felt the horrible squeezing feeling inside my hips. Foggy memories began resurfacing in my head. Being tied up and piece by horrifying piece exchanged for that of the woman's corresponding body parts and features. I started screaming again, muffled though they were, with the ball gag in my mouth. "There we go, I'm sure you just remembered most everything now. Well, shall we get started?" she said with a delighted smile, rubbing her hands together. "I wonder what I'll get this time." I started struggling, but just like the day before I couldn't break free. "Let's start by getting you ready, shall we?" She grabbed the vibrating egg and a slim metal rod. "This is another one of my favorite toys, it's a really nice one and bluetooth controlled! I have the app for it on my phone and it has a ton of different settings, I think you will really enjoy it," she said as she put the rod down on the bed next to me and then grabbed the lube. Lube in hand she came over and pulled the thong to the side, exposing my nether lips. She poured some lube over the slit, which caused me to flinch from the cold. With the toy she rubbed the lube over the entire area and into me. After pulling it in and out a couple of times, she left it inside with just the tail hanging outside of me. She then went over to the dresser and grabbed what looked like medical tape and came back. She then grabbed to rod and placed it on top of my clit and secured it in place with the medical tape. She then twisted the butt end of it sending it abuzz, causing me to involuntarily twitch from the sensation. Then she covered my crotch again with the panties. I was moving my hips back and forth but failed to dislodge the toys, shuddering with pleasure all the while. While I fought against the both full and buzzing feelings coming in tandem from my lower region, the lady played with her phone. After a few moments, the egg that had been inserted inside of me sparked to life. It began with a slow and gentle rumble that rose and peaked thunderously before dying back down to a slow rumble and beginning again. The two vibrations, one on my clitoris and one from deep inside me, were driving me crazy. "I remember my husband pleasing me with these toys. They were a surprise gift upon his return from one of his usual business trips," she said with a smile I haven't yet seen on her yet, one of content remembrance. "Anyways, this thing has a ton of settings," she said as she changed some to prove her point. First she must have put it on max power as the toy inside of me just went full blast, this had my toes curling. Then, it had the slow change in rhythm that we had begun with. Next, the toy began to randomly oscillate between different power settings, it would quickly scale up and down in strength, and then would pulse and repeat. "It's even designed to vibrate to music, supposedly you are supposed to upload a song and then it should vibrate to the rhythm of the song. How they design things like this, I'll never know," she said as she continued to play with the settings of the toy inside of me. This kept up for ten minutes and while I hadn't came from the stimulation, I was close. The garment between my legs was soaked and the cool air was adding to the stimulations. I don't know when, but at some point I had closed my eyes and it took the sudden halting to the vibrations for me to come back to my senses. "We don't want you getting off quite yet. I mean, a woman like you really needs to get some dick huh?" she said as she unceremoniously removed both toys from my cunt. The tape hurt as it was ripped off of the bare skin of my venus mound. After wiping them down with some kind of wet wipe, she came back to the bed. She attached some kind of short leash to my right ankle strap, looped it around the bed post closest to my left foot and grabbed a small bundle of straps from the dresser. Then holding onto the leash, she unhooked my ankle and stepped back. I had tried to kick out at her, but she expected the movement and was too quick. After a second or so, the began tugging on the strap, forcing my one ankle closer to the other and hooking it back to the bed. At this point, my ankles were close together but not quite touching. She hopped onto the bed and onto me. She used her own legs to get mine as close together as possible and used one of the straps, what amounted to a large velcro strap about four inches in diameter and at least 2-3 feet long. She then proceeded to tightly strap my ankles together, at just above the restraints which she kept still adorned. Once tight, she then move up my legs and strapped me down again at the knees. The man/woman then repeated the process at my thighs. By the end, my legs were completely strapped together. If I still had a penis, this would have been extremely uncomfortable. My legs were strapped together and one ankle was still strapped to the bed as she then attached the short leash to the hook at the ceiling. Seeing where this was going, I struggled as much as I could as soon as she released the ankle holding me to the bed. Again she was ready. She just stood to the side as I awkwardly flailed my conjoined legs, which was difficult, until I ran out of breath. Quickly, she came up and grabbed both of my legs. With an immense struggle, considering I was fighting the whole time, she was finally able to get my ankles attached the leash and therefore the ceiling hook; My legs were now forcefully suspended high and tied together. The lady took a couple of minutes to catch her breath. "Damn girl, you don't make it easy on a guy, I think you need to lose a few pounds. Whew, lets see if we can help you with that," she said after finally catching her breath. Again she grabbed another strap from off the dresser. This one seemed much larger and from what I could tell was some sort of small pillow attached to straps which each had a handhold. I had no idea what this was for until she place it behind my neck. I realized this would give her leverage while she fucked the shit out of me. She then slowly stripped off all of her clothing and then hopped on the bed. Then, she grabbed some of the pillows from around my head and, with a struggle, was able to get them under me; Presumably to raise my ass and pussy off of the bed for a better angle. I grunted and tried to fight back but there was nowhere for me to go. I had given up on screaming since my throat was hoarse and more than twenty-four hours had passed and I had yet to hear anything so much as the doorbell ringing. I had come to terms with my fate as this woman turned man ran a finger up the moist slit of my new opening and prepared to fuck me like the woman I was most certainly becoming. "Looks like someone is still wet. I would have been disappointed if the long wait was such a turn off as to dry you out, but it looks like that's not the case. What I always liked about this position, as you'll see, is with your legs closed together your vaginal passage doesn't expand as much. This means that your vagina will both seem tighter for me and has the benefit of increasing pleasure for you since my dick will rub your inner walls a little rougher. Anyways instead of explaining, how about I show you." Her monologue intended to emasculate me. I kept my face straight not wanting to let her know they were working on me. She studied me, smiled and then rubbed the penis up and down the length of my folds, wetting her tip and filling me with dread, suspense and even a little unwanted pleasure. My legs struggled against the binding in the air and my breath was sucked from me as she slowly sank her full length into my wet hole. She was slow at first, just holding onto my legs and allowing me to fully examine every thrust. I could swear I could feel every vein along her length and my pussy spasmed each time her penis twitched inside of me. What was once my pubic hair brushed along my now hairless ass and passed over and just teased my clitoris. I could feel his pressure under my lower belly as he filled the cavity and ground his crotch into me. He was right, with my legs together, the slow deliberate fucking I was getting was intense and it felt like my insides would pull out with him every time he drew back. My pussy was making soft sucking and squelching noises with ever pass. To say the pleasure was torturous is one thing, but this was certainly intense. 'God, this feels sooo good.' I was revolted by my own thought. She kept up this slow and steady pace for a little while and my lower lips were so well lubricated there was almost no friction. Out of nowhere he changed pace. Suddenly, he grabbed hold of the reins, literally, as he took the handholds of the strap behind my head and began fucking me for all he was worth. I grimaced each time the tip of his dick bounced off of my cervix but mostly I couldn't comprehend all of the sensations coming from down there. The squelching noises had intensified and were made a duet with the addition of the smacking noises of our skin as his crotch bounced off of my ass. Each thrust felt like it would tear me apart, both on insertion and withdrawl. Also my neck was straining from the tension he was applying on each impale. He continued to fuck me this way for what seemed like forever, changing positions every once in awhile. At one point, the way he was fucking me put pressure on the front of my vaginal passage which intensified the pleasure I was receiving; It felt as if there were some sort of bumps at the front of it that were extra sensitive every time his penis rubbed along that area. The whole thing had me quivering, clenching my fists, and screaming. My jaw was getting more sore as I transitioned from clenching on the ball gag to out right hollering. Toward the end of this particular ordeal, I opened my eyes and just saw this once woman grinning at me. It was so off-putting that I immediately began to struggle for all I was worth. ????????? I was close to cumming but the struggle she put on right at the end put me over the edge. I felt my self twitch and then jet the first load of the day into this would-be woman. It was extreme as I both rode the wave of euphoria and struggled to keep ahold of this woman as I emptied my load into her. She was just not having it as I watched her arms and legs slim a bit, losing muscle mass and becoming smooth and round. Her hands and feet were not spared as I watched them decrease in size, becoming petite and lithe. It was seeing that happen that my eyes went wide and I pulled out of her and jumped off the bed. 'Shit, shit, shit,' I thought during all of this. I didn't even turn around as I rummaged through my chest of toys to find something specific. All I heard behind me was a struggle as someone fought against their bonds. After just a moment, I found what I was looking for. A matching set of pink faux fur covered handcuffs. Luckily the key was attached. I turned around and darted back toward the bed with the handcuffs in hand. What I saw, made all of my actions justifiable. The now more than woman man had been able to slip out of her wrist restraints and was now currently working on releasing her legs, but it seemed as if she hasn't quite gotten that far, with her just starting on unwinding the first set of leg restrainsts. 'Fuck, I should have thought of that. There is no way those restraints would have been able to hold onto my smaller wrists and hands...' I thought as I came up, unlocked both hand cuffs quickly and grabbed at one of his now smaller hands. I was easily able to over power him now that I had stolen his arms, and with them his muscles and strength. I wrenched his left wrist over and back towards the bed post and was able to clasp the wrist to the post with the handcuffs. Then, I quickly grabbed his left wrist which had somehow continued unstrapping the restraint and glued it to his chest with my newly stolen strength. With him again restrained, I climbed onto the bed and was able to fasten his other wrist to the bed. It was a miracle that his legs hadn't come free, but looking at them I could see why. His thighs had increased in size, gaining more fat than the muscle he had lost, causing the restraints to slightly dig into the now softer flesh. His, or more appropriately, her calves and ankles had roughly remained the same size but trading the muscle on her calves for fat. "Whew, damn... That was a close one. You almost had me there," I said releasing the tension I had been holding. She just returned my statement with a scowl, to which I again returned with a brimming smile. Orderly I then unstrapped the one leg restraint which I was sure was causing harm and if left unchecked could potentially leave a bruise or mark and we didn't want to mark up his pretty legs. "We can't have you getting away when we are so close now, can we?" I said referring to the fact that he had more of my body parts now than I did. At this point I was able to take in all of the changes. Like I had noted during all of the excitement, we had fully swapped arms and legs. But what I had just noticed was that her chest was now slightly swollen. Two small conical shaped breasts sat adorably upon her chest; They were maybe an A cup. What stood out more though, were her nipples. They had dramatically changed in size by increasing about three times their original dimension. They had gone from the size of pennies to the size of dollar coins. To top it all off, she also had my hands and feet. They were much smaller compared to my now much larger appendages. The nails were prominent and they shone with the light brown nail polish I had touched up on Friday, I made a mental note to be careful of scratches. Her hands and feet were attached to very feminine arms and legs that had rounded out with women's fat. I looked down and admired my own changes. My breast had lost a cup size and were now perky compared to the sagging mammoths I have carried around my whole life. My fingers were now long and strong, the veins on my hands popped out from the lack of fat and they were attached to long muscular arms within which I could feel immense power running just under the surface. My feet matched the rest of my now very masculine legs with the veins, tendons and ligaments all mostly visible. All in all I was pretty happy with the new changes. Looking up, I could see the woman on the bed admiring me and I smiled at her. "Enjoying the view?" I said as I struck a classic bodybuilder pose to show off my new muscles. The act actually made me feel powerful. After I was done showing off all the body work he had obviously been doing just for me I climbed up on the bed and prepared to let his legs free. I grabbed her legs with one hand and was easily able to release her from the leash with the other, it was unbelievable just how strong I was now. Even as she struggled, she wasn't able to brake free from my hold. I got off the bed still holding her legs and then strapped them both to a single post, causing her to lay awkwardly with her lower half off to her left side. I then stood over her and contemplated what to do next. Unfortunately, I have already performed most of the positions I wanted to. I paced back and forth for a few minutes in deep consideration. And it was looking over her that I was struck with an idea. I then took the next few minutes to figure out how I wanted to perform it. Since she was secured, I went to grab a few more of the strap restraints. I decided to take my time in order to 'recharge' my little buddy. On the way I stopped for water and then stopped to relieve myself. I enjoyed peeing standing up and made a game of directing the stream. It was interesting that if I directed the stream against the side of the bowl above the water line, it didn't make any noise. This revelation was groundbreaking considering I thought everyone made noise when using the restroom, regardless of it being 1 or 2. After thoroughly enjoying myself and my little saunter around the house in the nude I decided to head back. What I saw when I got back was unexpected. She was crying. Talk about a boner killer. I figured it was a combination of the events and her new hormones which have probably had enough time to be fully processed by her brain. Without even acknowledging the tears, I placed the straps I had grabbed by her knees. After that, I released the straps that had adorned her ankles since the start of this whole ordeal. Next I then unwound the velcro strap that was placed just above those straps at the top of her ankles. I repeated this with the strap on her calves. I left the strap around her thighs and even decided to double it up by placing another alongside it. At the end I then strapped her ankles back to the bed but they were now much closer together with only a few inches between them. Next, I grabbed the key for the cuffs I had dropped onto the bed in the struggle and then carefully released one wrist, removed the cuff and pinned it to the bed with my knee. I then released her other wrist from the bed and brought it over. After that, I was able to hold both of her small hands together in one of mine as I clasped the wrists together with a single set of handcuffs. She wasn't struggling until this point, probably thinking I was starting to release her. Holding onto her hands by the chain I dragged them forward until they met up with her ankles. She was much more flexible now that she had the majority of my body. I then took the other pair of cuffs and strapped her ankles together while looping the two chains around each other so her wrists were held close to her ankles. Finally with her subdued and bent over herself, I unstrapped both ankles from the bed. I stepped back and allowed her to continue her pointless struggle. After a few minutes she gave up after realizing the futility of small uncomfortable movements and the pointless effort to somehow get away. With her huffing and puffing I came up and clasped the ankles to a single bed post and rolled her over. With this she wouldn't be able to roll back forward onto her back, leaving her on her side. I then took a few minutes to apply and fasten all of the straps I had grabbed. I tied numerous straps down her arms and around her legs, leaving her four main limbs completely pinned together. Her hands were up against her feet but there wasn't enough movement for her to release any of the velcro. In the end I was pretty proud of my impromptu handiwork. Once she was fully strapped off, I unhooked her ankles from the bed since there wasn't anywhere for her to go anyways. She was on her side and in the position she was now locked in, certain body parts stood out. From this angle her ass was splayed on display with a neat little bow, considering it's age, it has held up amazingly well and was a sight to see. Her legs were taught and what muscles she had left were exhibited and contrasted amazingly well with the soft round curves. Her soft shoulders and small back, stretched taught, were alluring. In conjunction with the time I had spent renewing myself, the sight before me had me rock hard. I decided not to waste any time and climbed onto the bed to indulge myself. She quivered in anticipation as I climbed closer and layed my hands upon her. I started by caressing and petting her. I tweaked a nipple and smiled as she gasped at the gesture. My hand glided over her soft padded back side and gripped each large cheek before I left them with a quick slap. Finally I fondled her pussy, moving the undergarment aside and rubbing the outer lips, spreading her and dipping a finger inside of her before gliding up the inside of her folds and circling her cute little clit. She was dryer inside than expected and I decided to get off the bed and grab the lube. 'No reason to hurt her,' I figured. Before I got started I got off the bed, grabbed the lube off of the dresser, and went back to get into position. Back on the bed, I untied her thong and removed the offending garment from under her. Then, I put a little bit of lube on my penis and stroked it slick. Now ready, I dropped the lube and lined my penis up with her vagina and plunged. This fuck session was more for me than for her, the end was now in sight, and therefore I focused solely on pleasing myself. I would pump fast or slow on my own whims. When something got boring I would manhandle her and turn her over and plunge right back in; I did this multiple times, fucking her while she was on either of her sides and I even balanced her on her back using her legs for leverage. It must have been because I have had so much sex, but even as excited as I was to have the strength to do everything that I wanted to this woman in front of me, it still took me close to thirty minutes to get off. At the end, I had her on her back so I could watch the final changes as I ejaculated inside of her juicy cunt. It was unexpected but she screamed in orgasm in tandem with my own. I watched as her breasts slowly grew to full mass, and jiggled with my continued thrusts, her nipples growing to match. Her adams apple disappeared and her throat smoothed out and her muffled screams changed octaves. Last but not least, her face morphed and changed shape, becoming something I was familiar with seeing in the mirror my entire life. My own changes mirrored hers as a lump appeared in my throat and I thought I was going to choke on my own adams apple coming in. I felt my chest slim and the jiggling completely stop as my breasts vanished, leaving two small masculine nipples. Finally, I felt my face shift and take on a new shape. 'Finally, I have all of him,' I thought as I finished off inside of this older lady. I pulled out and wiped my dick on her bare ass, leaving the mess behind and dropped her on her side. I then took a few minutes to catch my breath as I layed down on the bed. I heard her own breathing steady but couldn't see her expression as she was facing away from me. "Just because I have your body, doesn't mean this is over. There's one last thing I need to do and you aren't going to like it, but we have a little bit of time, so how about I release you and strap you up in a more comfortable position? If your a good girl I'll even help you to use the restroom," I said all of this and only hesitated once as I had to get used to my own new voice. It rumbled in my chest and I loved it. I heard a soft gentle grunt in response, which I took as an affirmative. I then went through the process of unstrapping and re-strapping, still being careful as I went, but it seemed almost unnecessary as the fight was gone from her. It's like they say, even the most stubborn stallion can be broken, this one was broken so hard he became a mare. I had strapped her with her legs still spread and attached to the bed but I left her wrists cuffed and attached them to the ceiling hook with the leash, which I had to adjust since she was much shorter than before, leaving her arms outstretched above her head. Her eyes were downcast and she was showing her age, most which was accumulated within the last 30 hours or so. She never looked up even as I placed the bedpan on the bed. I was a bit worried as I picked her up and placed her ass on the portable shitter. I got off the bed and decided to leave and allow her some privacy, but there was still no reaction even as I hesitated and then turned around and left. 'Don't feel guilty, remember that he's cheating on his girlfriend and treats both family and friends like shit...' For some reason the thoughts didn't console me and I made it into the kitchen in a stupor. I was shaken up for some reason and decided I needed a drink. As I poured myself two fingers of my husbands bourbon I realized I was shaking and spilled a bit on the countertop. Carefully I put away the bottle and grabbed the whiskey glass. I sipped the liquid and allowed the soft comforting burn to coat my throat. Unusually it had a different taste, probably because I had different taste buds. After a couple fingers of bourbon I was already starting to feel better. I cleaned up and made my way back upstairs. Even though I was prepared for it, the room smelled horribly. I had stopped and grabbed toiletries and I placed them on the bed. I picked her up and carefully removed the sloshing bedpan. I left her for a second as I put the bed pan down for my later clean-up and came back. I caught her looking at me unusually but then she quickly averted her gaze. I was curious about the look but just wrote it off as a sort of elevator gaze as she took in my changes. I then made it back to the bed and releasing her from the leash, laid her down. Still she didn't fight. I grabbed the keys for the handcuffs and the other restraints for her wrists from off the bureau and made it back to the bed. I then went through the process of applying the straps, releasing the cuffs and strapping her to the bed. Through all of this she held a calm expression, it was almost accepting and it left me extremely suspicious. When I was done with that I put the thong panties back on her, to keep her from drying out. "Alright, I know you are up to something, but I'm not gonna bother with it. I'm sure you are thirsty and probably hungry, do you want some food and water?" I said this while maintaining a straight face of my own. Sure enough she squinted and slightly nodded in a positive motion. I internally sighed as it seemed that she didn't remember me drugging her. After a casual glance around and affirming that nothing was out of the ordinary, I made my way down stairs to prep our lunches. I got to the kitchen and pulled the leftover spaghetti from the fridge. I prepped two bowls and microwaved them. Then I grabbed two glasses and filled them with water. I placed the food and drinks on a platter and proceeded to carry them up the stairs and back into the room. Carefully I entered the room, expecting the worst, but sure enough when I got back, she was still in the position I had left her in. I brought the platter over and placed it onto the other dresser, the one I hadn't really been using. "Now, I am going to remove the ball gag from you. As you can see, none of your earlier screaming was fruitful and nobody can hear you. If you remain quiet, I can ensure your comfort, but if you scream or make this hard on me in any way, you will go hungry and thirsty. Do we have an understanding?" I asked. Most of this was true, but I was also fearful that someone passing by would hear her screams and would ensure a visit from the proper authorities. I waited a long few seconds and maintained a stern look of authority and finally she closed her eyes in acceptance and nodded. At that, I removed the ball gag from her mouth and carefully stood standby. I watched as she opened and closed her mouth, probably to work her now sore and partially dry mouth. After a minute or so of this she then looked up at me. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked calmly and quietly. "It's the luck of the draw, you responded to an ad, you were an asshole, I was looking for an asshole. I figured that if I'm going to doom someone to living my life, they had to deserve losing theirs. That's about all there is to it. Now are you going to eat?" I said grabbing a bowl and preparing a bit for her with the fork. She hesitated and then took a bite, she chewed fast and swallowed, then immediately started coughing. She must have had a hard time trying to eat laying down. "Can I sit up please? I don't think I can eat laying down," she said after finishing her coughing fit. I carefully studied her and decided that at this point she was harmless enough. "Alright, I'll sit you forward, but we are going to cuff your hands behind your back because I still don't trust you. Is that alright? Or are we going to have problems?" I narrowed my eyes and took on a stern tone. "That's fine, I'll be good," she said softly. I was wondering if she realized how feminine that sounded coming from her or not. "Alright, don't fight me. If you haven't realized, I'm a lot stronger than you now. If you fight me, you will go hungry and thirsty till tomorrow morning. Do you understand?" I asked. She just nodded in response, so I put down the food retrieved the cuffs and went through the whole ordeal again, this time cuffing her behind her back. She sat forward, hands behind her back, with her torso free. This was the most movement she has had since she first arrived. I fed her slowly, taking my own bites occasionally until all of the food was gone. Then I allowed her water, pouring for her was difficult and a bit ended up on her bare chest. I watched as the droplets glided around her voluptuous curves, it was quite erotic. Soon enough everything was finished and I debated tying her back up in the original position, but then decided against it. "I'm just going to go down to drop off the dirty dishes. I am allowing you some freedom and I suggest you don't test me. Things can still get a whole lot worse for you," I said and then proceeded to grab all of the dirty dishes and then make my way downstairs. I didn't take me long to deposit all of the dishes and make my way back upstairs. Before I entered the roof, I could hear some gentle grunts and some soft squeals. So, I made my way into the room quickly. "Help, Help. Get these things off of me," she said clearly uncomfortable through clenched teeth. "What did you do?" I asked calmly assessing the situation. "I over-tightened the cuffs. I thought I could get them off. Can you hurry and take them off for me? Please, it really hurts," she said pleadingly. I chuckled and casually walked over to retrieve the key form the dresser drawers. I took small steps and took my time, enjoying her squirming. "Don't try anything, I'm going to release the lock and re-cuff you and then we are going to put your hands back over your head hanging from the ceiling. Alright?" I asked as I grabbed her hands with the key in my own. I waited for confirmation of her understanding, which took longer than I would have expected but after a few moments she finally nodded. "I understand, now please get them off!" she said finally slightly exasperated. 'Dont get mad at me, I'm not the stupid one tightening the handcuffs.' I thought silently as I did as I had said restraining her again from the ceiling. "So what was that about anyway? Why would you tighten the cuffs?" I said after I had come around the bed so we were face to face. "I thought that I could get them to release if I tightened them past the last locking segment. Some handcuffs are like that and I've seen it on tv... And I thought since my wrists were so small now it would work..." she said honestly turning red and showing embarrassment. I couldn't help it. I started laughing out loud. It was a nice chest rumbling sort of laugh that matched my new masculine exterior. I quite enjoyed it. "Wow, for someone your age to believe stuff like that is definitely funny. How naive can you be? You do understand that the cuffs you are wearing are some higher priced ones, right? Like everything else I buy, I made sure that you wouldn't be able to get out of them easily. I wasn't expecting you to be stupid enough to actually harm yourself in some vein attempt of escape," I said still laughing a bit and having to wipe some joyful tears from my face. "SHUT UP! YOUR THE STUPID CUNT WHO STOLE MY BODY! FUCKING LET ME GO, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, NO RIGHT!!" she yelled, surprising me, and then started sobbing, surprising me even more. 'Those new hormones must really be fucking with her system, glad I'm not the one going through menopause anymore,' I thought. "Alright, alright. You've had your fit. I think we can both use a drink, huh? How does some brandy sound?" I said making a gesture of peace. Well, as peaceful as this whole fucked up situation necessitated. Her head was downcast, but gave the slightest of nods. "How do you like your brandy? Straight? On the rocks? Or maybe mixed with coke?" I asked. "With ice please," she said sweetly and quietly still sniffling from her random fit. "On the rocks it is. Now again, don't try anything stupid. I don't want you to hurt yourself," I was trying to be nice, since I had stolen her body. Also, there was one last thing that was needed to make all of this permanent and I was playing the long game. I warily walked out of the room giving her some more freedom and only hesitated once before I was out the door. 'I hope that the cuff thing was the reason she was being so suspicious,' I thought as I headed downstairs. After dissecting the thought, I figured there wasn't anything she could really do. If she did get free, she would have to get by me since there wasn't any second story exits. I made sure to be quick as I rinsed the two glasses I had used, both the day before and earlier today, and then filled them two fingers deep with the amber liquid. In one I placed a large square ice cube from a container designed to make ice that cools the liquor without diluting it too much. Having done all of this in a quick few minutes, I made my way back. Sure enough, having gotten back, I found nothing out of the usual. Her eyes were still downcast and I figured that she was finally truly coming to terms with her situation. "One brandy on the rocks for the lady," I said taking a seat on the bed with both drinks in hand. She just squinted and grimaced angrily in response, But took a sip regardless as I raised the glass to her lips. I was sure to pace ourselves, taking time between drinks to properly enjoy it. "So, why do you want to be a man," she finally asked after fifteen minutes of semi-comfortable silence and half the liquor gone. "I just wanted a new life, I wanted to try something new. I felt like my life had gone stale," I said honestly. There were a few more moments of silence before she spoke again. "Is this permanent?" she asked meekly. "It might be, that really depends on you I guess," I decided now was as good a time as any to start laying down my ground work. "What I want is some time away. I want to try something different and not be tied down to anyone or anything. If you allow me that time, then I will return your body to you," I said fabricating a lie. Again there was a lull in the conversation, I continued drinking and allowed her a couple more drinks as well in that time. Honestly I was getting nervous at his silence. "How much time do you need?" he asked finally. 'Hook, line and sinker,' I thought with a slight sense of dejavu. "I want 5 days for sure. But during those five days, I don't want to hear from you and I don't want you fucking up my life, or rather your life. You have a husband now and it would be in your best interest to keep him happy, and I do mean in all of your wifely duties. Cooking, cleaning, maintaining the household, keeping yourself in shape and yes, sex. If you ever want your life back then you better not fuck up this one. Finally, after those five days have passed, I want you to contact me and set up a time when you would like me to come by so we can have sex. I will not have sex with you if you don't want it yourself, and won't give up your life without a final goodbye." All of that was a lie. The only thing I was worried about was the last thing. In order to make the swap permanent, consensual sex was required within ten days of the final switch. Otherwise, we would slowly revert back and there would be nothing I could do about it. What I was worried about was if I forced consensual sex on her, would it still be consensual. I guess I had to take my odds. There was more silence as she took in all of the information. I allowed her time to process and in the mean time we finished both glasses. Once done, I put the glasses down on the floor and leaned back in the bed for a few minutes to relish in the sensations of the liquor. "How will I not fuck up your life if I know nothing about you? I mean, I don't know your husband's name for god's sake, let alone yours. Also I don't know how to act like you at all. We have only known each other for two days now and most of that was spent with you fucking me!" she said the last part partly in rage but I would allow her a little bit of anger, it's justified after all. "Well, there is one last thing we need to exchange and that's the part I said you wouldn't like. The last few things to be exchanged would be some memories, mannerisms, and sexuality," I said plainly, like describing an everyday object. "WHAT!" her sudden scream made me jump a bit as I watched her turn awkwardly to see me. "Like I said. I'm not too sure about the details but for one after the exchange, we would switch memories. We only get some memories, not every detail, but enough to pass as eachother with all of the vital stuff covered. We would also switch sexual orientation, so you would become a heterosexual female and I would become... Hmm, I never asked but are you hetero or bi?" She just stared at me in response, jaw slacked. "I guess I'll find out. Anyways, lastly we would also obtain eachother's mannerisms. You would then speak and move as a 49 year old woman and I would take on the mannerisms of a young man." I didn't even bother asking his age since he was still gaping from I assumed the sexuality switch. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! We are not doing that!" she said in finality. "Alright then, I suppose I can figure your life out for myself, but don't expect me to come back and switch with you. I can only imagine how funny it would be to watch this old lady coming around to my new family and friends swearing she was me. That old lady might even end up in a loony bin," I said trying to rile her. "You can't do this to me!" she said enthusiastically. "Hate to break this to you, but I've already done it. Now you can accept that and take my deal or you can live as Susan, the 49 year-old trophy wife for the rest of your now shorter life," I said internally chuckling that his acceptance would most certainly guarantee that fate. Again silence. "I'm going to give you a bit to think about it," I said as I casually hopped off the bed and gathered the glasses. I then made my way out of the room in what I was hoping was an eery silence. I kept the smile from my face all the way until I was downstairs. 'The trap has been set, lets see if she takes the bait,' I thought as I cleaned the dishes and put everything away.