When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 3)

 CHAPTER THREE

The next morning Scott awoke with a sticky sensation down his inner thighs and along his bottom. After a moment of disorientation, he remembered what had occurred the previous night and he tore the covers off himself in a panic and sat bolt upright. Gazing down between his legs he saw the dark pinkish void within a sticky mess of curly pubic hair where his manhood had once resided, and a white sticky goo congealed on his thighs and the sheet beneath him. Then he noticed that there was also a trace of blood and he shockingly screamed. When Elizabeth entered the room Scott was shaking with fear and rage.

"What the FUCK did YOU do to me last night?" He asked frantically when Elizabeth casually came into the room.

"I thought that was rather obvious, and you’re welcome" his wife replied dryly as she glanced at her Scott’s feminized groin and noticed the sticky residue on his thighs.

Scott blushed furiously, crossing his legs to shamefully cover his nether regions, something Elizabeth had never seen before. He covered his crotch with both hands in a vein, almost maidenly attempt to preserve his modesty. "I mean, HOW did this happen? Are you a witch or a sorceress?" He asked fearfully.

Elizabeth laughed. "Not to my knowledge!" She smirked. "Plus, if I was, you’d have a lot more changes than just a pussy! 

"No, I didn’t do this, but I did wish that you could find out what women have to go through at the hands of male chauvinists like you! I’ve had it with your condescending attitude and crude remarks! Last night I was very crushed by your comments and felt an overwhelming urge to turn the tables. Some . . .Power . . . must have decided to grant my wish.

"Wish us back to normal!" Scott demanded. "Right this instant!"

"Hee-hee! Not on your life sweetie! This is fantastic! I plan on taking full advantage of this while I can. Besides, you haven’t even begun to learn your lesson."

A desperate rage came over Scott and he lunged at Elizabeth and grabbed her shoulders. "Damn you—Wish us BACK—This instant!" He demanded furiously. Elizabeth was caught by surprise by his sudden outburst and flinched, but then she brought her arms up and easily brushed Scott’s hands from her shoulders. She grabbed his arms and twisted one of them behind his back in a hammerlock and marched him over to the bed. Scott was stunned by his wife’s strength, and despite his best efforts he was unable to break her hold on him. Suddenly she seemed incredibly strong!

"Ouch! Fuck! You’re hurting me!" He wailed; tears welled up his eyes as his wife held his arm behind his back.

"Too bad. You deserve to feel some pain after that shit you just pulled!" Elizabeth snarled angrily. 

When she reached the bed with Scott in lead, she sat down on the edge without releasing her hold on her husband. Then, to Scott’s complete humiliation, she pulled him down across her knees and began spanking him! Scott cried and sobbed as Elizabeth spanked his bottom repeatedly. It felt like it was on fire, and Scott squirmed and twisted as he attempted to get away, but Elizabeth held him easily with one arm as she continued to paddle him with her free hand.

"Please stop!" Scott begged. "Please . . ."

Elizabeth paused; her hand poised for another slap. "Okay, but we’re gonna get a few things straight right now," she said in a commanding voice as she held Scott in place.

"First, there will be no more attempts at physical intimidation. I’m stronger than you now, and—face it—you haven’t got the ‘balls’ for it anyway. Is that understood?"

"Y-yes Elizabeth." Scott tearfully whimpered, looking fearfully over his shoulder at her poised hand.

"Okay, next, you will treat me with respect. No more off-color comments about tits, asses, or other body parts."

Scott just nodded silently as Elizabeth glared at him.

"Next, you’re going to begin doing some housework around here," Elizabeth stated in an uncompromising tone. "I work too, yet you don’t do a damn thing around here to help me. Well, those days are over! Are you clear on that?"

"Yes." Scott replied reluctantly.

"Finally, and this is Not negotiable, from now on I am the boss, the head of this household, and what I say goes! You will now address me as ma’am, and I’LL be handling the money as well—Frankly, you’ve never been very good at it anyway. You’ll turn your paycheck over to me every week, and in turn you’ll get an allowance, just like you’ve been giving me."

"Now, wait one minute!" Scott objected. "I’m the . . ."

"The WHAT?" Elizabeth demanded. "The man?" She snickered and pulled him to his feet and turned him to face her. 

"Sweetie, you don’t look much like a man to me," she remarked sarcastically, "and you didn’t react like a man last night, in bed. Aside from that what kind of a man gets tossed around and spanked by his wife?

"Now, get this straight—I’m the ‘man’ around here now and you’ll do as you’re told, or I’ll let your buddies in on your little secret. Or maybe I might just toss your naked ass out onto the street so the whole neighborhood can see you in all your glory. IS THAT CLEAR?"

Scott sighed heavily and lowered his head in submission. "Yes ma’am" he replied softly. He knew he had no choice but to go along with whatever Elizabeth wanted, at least until she tired of her game and asked for a re-swap of their ‘equipment.’

"Good. Now I must go to work and, since you don’t, I expect you to clean the house and do the laundry today. I don’t want you sitting around watching sports or watching Netflix."

Elizabeth worked as a department manager at a large chain department store, and this was her week to work on Saturday. She alternated between the women’s and men’s departments, and marked prices, set up displays, helped customers, and straightened the merchandise. It wasn’t a particularly good job, but she enjoyed the work and liked meeting people.

The only problem was concealing her new "equipment." Usually she wore slacks to work, but when she tried on a pair it was instantly obvious, they wouldn’t do. Her women’s slacks allowed no room for her new penis and scrotum, and they hurt when she tried to get into them. She thought about wearing a pair of Scott’s pants, but aside from the fact that the waist was far too big her "bulge" would still be evident. As she stood in the bedroom pondering on a solution to her surprise, Elizabeth’s hard penis slowly started to retract back inside her until her new toy turned back into a clitoris and to her bewilderment it looked like her clitoris had an erection as her balls slowly retracted it started to resemble a swollen labia, and within moments her body returned to its prior form. 

As Elizabeth stood there, she was afraid that she would hear Scott scream from joy that his nightmare was over, but it never came. Elizabeth closed her eyes, wishing that she can carry out her plan and before she even realized her new, thick penis shot out of her. “I’m a grower, and a show-er” Elizabeth said as she quietly chuckled. She decided to keep this discovery to herself, plus if given the opportunity it would scare the shit out of Scott too. 

After this discovery, Elizabeth had another thought, she had always wished her breasts were larger than her current A-cup and was never able to afford a boob job. With a bit of concentration her breasts began expanding to a B-cup. Elizabeth was shocked by this and began to continue altering her body. she rounded out her ass, toned her stomach, tightened up her waist to give her an hourglass feature, and then altered her cheekbones and cleared up her acne. She glanced at herself in the mirror and saw what she could only imagine a super model version of herself from a different reality looking back at her. 

Elizabeth sat down on the bed and contemplated what the onset of events were that made her have these powers. No rational thought gave her the needed explanation; however, she recalled her mother saying on a few occasions that her great-grandmother was a witch and that they had powers in their blood. Elizabeth never took her seriously and always thought that these were just words of a bored housewife spinning tales for her young children, but maybe her mother was right. After accepting this to be the truth, Elizabeth changed herself back to normal and deduced that although the cock must have brought her newfound confidence via the testosterone it produced, she didn’t want to have to deal with a cock at work. The decided that when she was at home or around Scott she would “grow” her cock but when she was at work she would revert to a pussy, since she enjoyed the boost from the testosterone, plus it would give her an edge to move ahead at work.

After trying on several outfits, she found a flared skirt that would hide her bulging sausage (which she shrunk down to a manageable size ;)) and feel comfortable. A pair of biker shorts also helped flatten her now shrunken penis and keep everything tucked away.

After Elizabeth left for work Scott limped into the bathroom. He hurt in several places. His new vagina felt sore from his initiation to the female side of sex, and his ass cheeks were glowing red from Elizabeth’s spanking. He also had a pounding headache to go along with the rest of his hangover. In his lousy condition he decided on a bath instead of a shower, and he spent fifteen minutes just soaking because it felt so good. As he sat in the tub, he thought about the incredible turn of events that had victimized him, trying to find a way out of his predicament, but he was completely stumped. In the end he realized he had no other choice but to go along with Elizabeth. He would apologize for his past behavior, convince her he had learned his lesson, and beg her to wish them back to normal. It was the only way out of this mess.

Scott dressed, trying to ignore the way the pouch of his boxer briefs hung loosely on his flat groin, and made himself a cup of coffee. Elizabeth never worked a full shift on Saturday because the store closed early, and Scott realized he had to get the house cleaned and laundry done by 3:00 or face his wife’s wrath. After a quick breakfast he washed the dishes and set to work. 

He had never thought of housework as physically challenging, but of course he never did much of it. He had always considered it "women’s work," and left it to Elizabeth. As Scott vacuumed, washed windows, carried baskets of laundry, and performed all the other tasks he discovered that housework was a lot more tiring than he had realized. Doing the chores also confirmed that he had lost a lot of strength. The laundry baskets seemed almost too heavy to lift and he could barely move some of the furniture when he tried to vacuum. The muscles in his arms also ached from washing the windows and scrubbing the sinks. By the time he was done he could barely lift his arms.

Meanwhile Elizabeth was experiencing something quite different. When she reported for work, there were several large boxes of clothes sitting in the back room of the women’s department, stacked four high, right in front of the tagging machine. Normally Elizabeth would have called for a stockboy to come and move the boxes, but today she was motivated and confident enough to do it herself and discovered she could lift them easily, even the ones stacked as high as her shoulders! It was a great feeling, and she was astounded when she discovered she could lift three of the forty-pound boxes at once! Her new strength was even more amazing when she considered that her arms looked no different than before she acquired her new equipment. No one saw her move the boxes and no one looked at her strangely or mentioned anything to her. 

When Elizabeth returned home, she found the house was spotless and the clothes were all washed and hung up or put away. Scott was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, with his legs crossed in a very feminine manner. When Elizabeth cleared her throat with the intent that he would realize it himself but after nothing happened, she mentioned it to him, he looked down at himself with a surprised expression, blushed and immediately assumed a more masculine posture. Later, during dinner, Elizabeth noticed Scott sitting with his knees pressed together and, once again, called his attention to his feminine pose.

"If you want to keep your little secret you’ll have to remember to sit like a man," she chided Scott, adding: You look awfully feminine when you walk too."

"I’m not doing it on purpose, ma’am!" Scott groaned. "It just . . . happens!"

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "If I had to guess it’s probably because there’s nothing down there to remind you to sit like a man or give you that masculine swagger when you walk," Scott, sighed and agreed to her presumption. Then she had a thought. 

"Come with me," she ordered, and led her emasculated husband into their bedroom. She handed Scott a paper bag and told him to open it. In it he found 2 things, a waxing kit, and a limp rubber cock. Elizabeth went Scott’s dresser and pulled out a pair of his briefs. "Strip," she ordered.

"What are you planning to do?" Scott asked.

Elizabeth immediately slapped him on the wrist as a reminder.

"What are you planning to do, ma’am?" Scott asked.

"You’re going to start wearing a male ‘falsie,’ a . . . codpiece, if you will, to remind you how to sit and help you walk normally. its normally used by women who want to cross-dress or as men or who are transitioning and haven’t gotten the sexual re-assignment surgery. This is meant to add to their disguise, believe it or not the store I bought if from even said that you can find one online that has some sort of urinary canal, so a woman can convincingly pee standing up." she answered.

In a few moments Scott had removed his pants and underwear and pulled on the briefs.

"Okay now stuff this in the pouch," Elizabeth directed, handing Scott the limp rubber cock. Scott complied and Elizabeth was delighted to see that the limp dildo seemed to mimic a normal male’s equipment quite well. They had just the right amount of bulge, and after she had Scott replace his underwear and sweatpants, she was sure no one would notice anything unusual.

"That looks about right," she judged. "Now, walk around a little. I want to see if your ‘falsie’ does anything to stop your mincing."

Once again Scott did as he was told, and again Elizabeth noticed an immediate improvement.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. How does it feel?" She asked.

"A little weird, not uncomfortable, but I hope it doesn’t irritate my skin or move around much." Scott admitted.

Elizabeth took her husband into the living room and had him sit on the couch again. His posture was much more masculine, though she knew the test would come when he was distracted and not thinking about how he sat. 

Scott woke up on Sunday morning to a horrible, gut-wrenching cramp in his stomach, and shot upright from bed, he practically doubled over in pain. He felt completely terrible, with a headache, muscle aches, a general soreness and fatigue all over, and a weird, bloated feeling. Elizabeth had already arisen, and he could hear her moving around in the kitchen, so Scott made his way into the bathroom to find some aspirin and relieve himself. He found the aspirin in the medicine cabinet and popped two in his mouth and washed them down with some tap water. When he pulled his sweatpants down, he was suddenly confronted with the sight of blood near his crotch and on his legs, around his inner thighs!

Elizabeth heard a frightened scream coming from the bathroom and she rushed into the room without knocking. When she pushed the door open, she was confronted by the sight of her husband standing near the bathtub with one hand wrapped in toilet paper firmly pressed over his feminized groin and a look of sheer terror on his face. 

"What the fuck, Elizabeth, help me! I’m BLEEDING!" Scott moaned.

Elizabeth looked at Scott’s legs and immediately noticed the rivulets of dried blood beneath his new pinkish slit, and a broad grin came to her face. 

"Well, I’ll be damned ... You’re menstruating!" she said laughingly. 

"I’m WHAT?"

"Menstruating. You know, having your period, as in ‘That time of the month.’"

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK PLEASE GOD—NO!" Scott screamed as tears began forming in his eyes,

 "Not that! This is TOO much! I CAN’T! I CAN’T!!"

"Oh, this makes things very interesting!" Elizabeth laughed callously. "Now you’ll REALLY get a chance to see what women have to go through every month."

"Please, Please, Please—wish us back to normal!" Scott desperately begged his wife. "I promise, I learnt my lesson, I’ll be more considerate, I can’t take any more of THIS!"

"I bet you will," she smirked, and continued with her ruse, "but …. Not just yet, plus we have no idea how this even happened, plus I think experiencing a period will be good for you. It will be an eye-opening experience that no man can ever properly understand, sure there are those machines out there that can replicate cramps, but nothing can truly replicate the hormonal side of a period. You’ll acquire a true appreciation for what women must put up with in this world. You might gain a little insight, and maybe the memory will prevent backsliding later on when we hope to find a resolution." 

“Hope?” Scott asked desperately, 

Elizabeth replied, “Yes hope. We don’t even know where to turn to, was it a wish I subconsciously made? Maybe it was a shooting star that made this happen and the star is gone for good? Maybe I have some hidden magical powers that I have no idea how to harness and may lie dormant for the rest of my life? Maybe this is a freak virus or infection that could take a lifetime to cure if they can even find a cure?”

Scott collapsed down onto the ledge of the bathtub with a look of defeat on his face. Elizabeth had Scott clean himself off and showed him where she kept her feminine products in the bathroom. Elizabeth then turned on the bathtub with hot water and let it fill up. she went back to their room and obtained all the other things her husband would need to deal with his period. As he soaked in the tub, he used his hands to scrub the dried blood and fluids out of his pubic hair. At the same time, Elizabeth gave him the same lecture her mother had given her many years ago, which she had always thought she would one day give over to her daughter, she never thought that she would be giving this talk over to her husband. Over the following 20 minutes, Scott received an education on everything there was to know about menstruation, the symptoms of it, tampons, panty liners, maxi-pads, medications, feminine deodorant, douching, tracking periods, types of flows, its durations, what to use at which time, vaginal discharges, and everything else he needed to know. 

By the time Elizabeth finished her lecture the water had become cool. She went to their linen cabinet, grabbed a soft red towel, and handed it to Scott as a sly prank. Unfortunately, Scott was so overwhelmed by what was happening in his body, the prank went straight over his head. Ten minutes after he stepped out of the tub, dried off and entered their bedroom, Scott stood naked before Elizabeth and stared down at himself mournfully disgusted with himself.

Elizabeth picked up one of her old tampons and had Scott put one foot on their bed so she can properly show him how to insert a tampon. Elizabeth informed Scott that she was doing this as a courtesy but going forward he was expected to take care of his own feminine hygiene. She opened the packaging, inserted the tampon into his vagina and pushed down on the plunger, pushing the tampon into its place at the correct angle. Scott studied the process, knowing that Elizabeth had just told him before that leaving a tampon in for too long can lead to an infection. As he put his foot down on the floor, he couldn’t feel the tampon inside him, which was an indication that it was inserted properly. Scott looked over at the large mirror in their bedroom and saw a length of string from his tampon hung between his legs and proclaimed to all who might see that he was "having his red tide, crimson wave, or monthly visitor." Just before Elizabeth got up to give him his privacy to get dressed, he looked down at her crotch and was able to see through her joggers that this entire ordeal was giving her a raging boner. He immediately thought back to the previous night when Elizabeth fucked him. His body’s first response was to accept that memory with a warming welcome, however once that thought entered his mind, Scott was instantly disgusted with himself over the fact that his feminine parts embraced those feelings and then blocked the thoughts from his mind.

Elizabeth washed her hands and returned to the kitchen while Scott dressed and poured herself a fresh cup of coffee and sat down on the couch to scroll through social media. She chuckled as she recalled the expression on Scott’s face when she informed him that he was having his period, and she was delighted with this new development. She didn’t know how her new powers did add that as well since she never inherently wanted Scott to get periods as well, but she noted to herself that if he was menstruating then her cock was most likely firing live rounds. Then it occurred to her that if Scott was menstruating it was entirely possible that he could get pregnant! That was a sobering thought and Elizabeth made a mental note to tell Scott that he needed to take precautions. He could begin taking her contraceptives. She had just refilled her prescription and had enough refills so she wouldn’t need to see the doctor for another year. All she had to do was go into any pharmacy and refill the prescription, hell even Scott would be able to do that. She knew that Scott would protest because even though his body responded positively to sex as a woman, he himself loathed the experience. Elizabeth knew that Scott for the time being, he would rather not have any sex and hope to find a resolution. He would not willingly take the pills since he was not willingly interested in having sex. 

Elizabeth knew that for her to be satisfied with Scott’s punishment was to fuck him with her new cock, and that he wasn’t going to accept it. Her best bet was to inform Scott that her ‘fat hog’ liked to play and his ‘burrow’ seemed to enjoy it to. One way or another, she will catch him in a moment when his feminine urges will be in control, and he would accept her advances. It was either that or she would have to have her way with him, plus it’s not like he would be able to call the police, run away, or fight back.

But the chance of Scott getting pregnant was something she hadn’t considered and pondered on the options, on one side would she be able to change him back if he was pregnant, could they even walk in an abortion clinic? The potential consequences had begun to weigh on her and she wondered if her desire for a little playful revenge had gone too far. 

After what seemed like ages, she concluded that Scott wouldn’t have a choice for the pills, after all she was in charge now. There was no way, she would feel satisfied with Scott having a pussy for a weekend and staying locked at home with a brief stint with period. She knew she wanted Scott to slowly be physically turned into a woman until his old self is just a memory, she wanted Scott to feel the remarks he had made over the years, She wanted him to feel vulnerable and exposed, She wanted him to get the feelings of discomfort from people ogling him out in public, but most of all, she wanted to destroy his chauvinistic, misogynistic, sexually dominating personality and turn him in to the ‘show pony’ she now wanted, as a plus she sort of discovered something new about herself, she found that asserting her dominance with him, her sexual dominance, and his humiliation an massive turn on. 

And with that conversation she had with herself, Elizabeth decided that her plan was only in its infancy stage.