When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 5)

 CHAPTER FIVE

The next few days were very enjoyable for Elizabeth, and a nightmare for Scott. The emasculated man dragged himself through the rest of the week, making few sales and avoiding his friends as much as possible. He lived in constant fear that someone would discover his shameful secret, and barely managed to cope with his period. On Wednesday his "flow" was down considerably, and Elizabeth introduced him to pantyliners. On Thursday she left her small plastic packet of birth control pills out with a short note telling Scott what he needed to know. She also made it clear that he WOULD need some form of protection because she intended to assert her “spousal rights" with him. Scott was outraged and terrified, but in the end, he submitted, it made sense to have a little "insurance" and he couldn’t bear the thought of getting pregnant.

With all the turmoil of the past week Scott had completely forgotten that he and Elizabeth were invited to a party at the home of her branch manager. The party had been scheduled for several weeks but when Elizabeth reminded him of it on Saturday morning Scott panicked. 

"I really don’t think it’s a good idea to go to this party," he pled to Elizabeth.

"Why not?" She asked, adding: "We always go to Sean’s parties. They’re a lot of fun. Besides, there’s a rumor going around that he’s going to mention my new marketing idea to everyone. I might be in line for a bonus or ‘employee of the month,’ or something like that. We’ve got to go."

Elizabeth went out to run a few errands and do the grocery shopping, leaving Scott to do all the housework again, and he worried about the party all day as he did the cleaning and laundry. When Elizabeth returned Scott went out to the car to help her carry everything in, but he had to leave the heavier packages for his wife since his arms were tired from carrying laundry baskets and lugging the vacuum around. Elizabeth grinned and handed him some clothes on hangers while she hefted two of the heavier bags of groceries and easily carried them into the kitchen.

"What are these?" Scott asked, indicating the plastic covered hangers.

"Oh, I bought a new outfit and something to help me hide ‘your best friend,’" she explained with a giggle, "and I bought a couple of shirts for you, too," she added.

"Shirts?" Scott asked. "I don’t need any new shirts."

"I think you’ll like these," Elizabeth replied. "They’re silk. They’ll be more comfortable against your sensitive nipples."

Scott blushed at Elizabeth’s reference to his nipples. He’d complained several times that they were extremely sensitive since their transformation so he couldn’t complain when she tried to help the problem, but . . .

"Don’t you think silk is a little gay?" He asked, staring at the brightly colored shirts.

Elizabeth suppressed a smirk. "Of course not. Lots of guys wear silk shirts nowadays. You just haven’t noticed because you’ve been hanging around with your Neanderthal friends."

Before Scott got dressed, Elizabeth led Scott to the bathroom and said, “Strip”. Scott did as he was instructed, and Elizabeth revealed from behind her back the waxing kit she purchased a few days ago. Before he can even open his mouth to protest, Elizabeth gave him a sharp look before she said, “Part of going out on the weekend is to look your best and considering that you haven’t done any grooming down there since the change, this is overdue. Plus, I’m not the biggest fan of pubes, anything more than a landing strip needs to go.”

Elizabeth grabbed a pair of scissors from the cabinet and began snipping off any long strands as Scott stood there blushing shamefully.

“Now time for the fun part!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

Elizabeth prepared the wax as she told Scott to exfoliate. When Scott finished, he stood in a wide stance so Elizabeth could wax him properly. Without any notice, Elizabeth quickly ripped off the tab and Scott’s eyes quickly winced in pain as he let out a high pitch squeal. She continued this process and by the end Scott had a few tears running down his cheeks. Scott’s vagina was now as smooth as a baby’s bottom and as he reached down to his crotch, his fingers glided on his smooth bare skin, a feeling that was completely new to him. Elizabeth handed him a panty-liner and said, “between the rubber dick and your newly shaved pussy there won’t be anything to absorb the sweat, so I suggest you wear another one to prevent chafing.

Elizabeth encouraged Scott to dress casually, but she donned a sharp, new navy-blue pantsuit, a white oxford-style blouse and navy pumps with 3 ½ inch heels. Scott wore royal blue patterned silk shirt, tan pleated dress pant and loafers. When he asked Elizabeth why she was dressed formally after telling him to go "casual," she replied that she had to look good for her big moment, but there was no reason for him to be uncomfortable all night. Then Scott noticed that he couldn’t see any evidence of his wife’s penis and scrotum, even though her tailored women’s slacks were fairly tight.

"Ah . . . Elizabeth? How come you can wear those slacks and I can’t see your, ah . . . ‘equipment?’" 

Elizabeth laughed as she began her lie, "You mean the ol’ cock and balls? It’s quite simple, really. I was online the other day, and I found a fascinating website. It seems that I’m not the only one with the problem, and I discovered there are ways to hide my new cock. I found a local store that sells ‘specialty items,’ and I bought a few things today. I’m wearing something called a gaff. Do you like the look?"

"Well, yeah," Scott replied hesitantly, noticing that the front of his wife’s pants were smooth and very feminine in appearance. "It’s very . . . effective."

Elizabeth nodded, thinking it was ironic she needed something to conceal her masculinity to and it was to wear pants. Aside from that though, she was surprised that Scott hadn’t mentioned the fact that she was wearing high heels. In the past she had always avoided wearing heel because Scott was rather insecure about tall women, and she didn’t want to appear taller than him. But since their mysterious metamorphosis her concern for Scott’s inferiority complex had vanished, and she no longer cared whether it would embarrass Scott if she appeared taller. Tonight, in her 3 ½ inch heels and Scott in loafers, Elizabeth stood at least an inch taller than her husband.

Elizabeth and Scott arrived at 8 and saw that it was already crowded. All the department managers and their spouses were in attendance, as well as quite a few of the long-term employees. Sean Ellis, the branch manager, greeted them warmly when they emerged onto the large patio surrounding his pool. The grounds were immaculate and decorated with torches, floral arrangements on the food tables, and even a floating ice sculpture in the pool. An open bar, complete with a white-jacketed bartender, was set up near the cabanas and Elizabeth steered Scott over to the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" Elizabeth asked, unconsciously assuming the role of the "provider."

"Uh, how about some scotch," Scott replied, completely oblivious to his wife’s assumption of the dominant role, and that he was following her lead.

Elizabeth pushed her way through the crowd surrounding the bar and emerged a minute later with a glass of white wine for Scott and a Scotch for herself. She handed Scott his glass of wine and whispered in his ear,

“Nice, pretty girls know to keep their composure in public, and stick to a light, easy glass of white wine. I guarantee you that if you end up drinking any hard liquor tonight. You will end up in a scenario where you will have no pants and a fist up your pussy, everyone at the party will see this. Now drink your FUCKING wine”

Scott got the message and took a small sip of his wine.

Elizabeth then put her arm on the small of his back and guided him over to a group of her co-workers. They joined in the conversation and Elizabeth introduced Scott to everyone. As they talked, she draped her arm casually around Scott’s waist, which was easy with her slight height advantage, and Scott did not attempt object or try to move away. Knowing the consequences, he simply stood by her side passively, listening politely to the others and taking occasion sips of his wine.

As he listened to the conversation, Scott caught sight of his reflection in a sliding glass door and unconsciously touched his hair, smoothing it in place. He had to admit that his new, colorful silk shirt looked quite nice, and it did feel good against his sensitive nipples—Maybe too good. He could feel a slight tingle when the soft, flimsy material brushed against his small but tender points, and he was acutely aware that they were growing hard. It was extremely distracting as he tried to listen to Elizabeth explaining several new ideas, she had to improve sales.

About a half-hour after they arrived Sean came over and took Elizabeth inside the house to speak with her privately. Scott watched them leave, Elizabeth striding confidently next to her boss, and suddenly he felt nervous, alone, and self-conscious. For some reason his insecure salesman’s personality was absent, and he wanted to go with Elizabeth or, failing that, simply blend into the background until she returned. Neither option was available to him, so Scott did the next best thing—He retreated to the bathroom and took his time adjusting his clothes and making sure his hair looked perfect. When he finally emerged, Elizabeth had returned, and Sean was nowhere in sight. 

Scott went straight over to his wife and spoke to her in a low tone. "What was that all about?" He asked, referring to her private talk with Sean.

"I can’t tell you now, but you’ll find out in a little while," Elizabeth responded with a smile and a gleam in her eye. 

"Good news?" He persisted; his curiosity aroused.

Elizabeth nodded and smiled again. "Very."

Scott, and everybody else, found out what the good news was a few minutes later when Sean stepped to the center of the patio and asked for everyone’s attention.

"I have two important announcements to make," Sean intoned. "First, I am sorry to announce that Bill Sinclair will be leaving us in two weeks. Bill has accepted a position with a . . . competitor of ours and will be the new senior corporate manager of Drexel’s Department Store. I know we will all miss Bill and wish him well—if he doesn’t cut into our sales!"

That remark brought general laughter from the assembled guests. Scott knew Bill quite well since he was the corporate manager of the men’s and boy’s department, one of the departments in which Elizabeth worked. 

"The second announcement is related to the first," Pete continued after the congratulations subsided. "To fill the void left by Bill’s untimely departure I’ve asked our own Elizabeth Murphy to take over Men’s and Boys. Elizabeth is an extraordinarily capable young woman, and she has recently made several suggestions that I believe will be very productive. I would like to welcome her to our corporate management team."

The assembled guests turned towards Elizabeth and began applauding and coming up to her with congratulations. Scott was shocked and stunned, yet pleased his wife was receiving a big promotion and the recognition of her manager. He smiled broadly and kissed his wife, but a few seconds later he felt a brief, intense dizziness wash over him. He shifted his feet slightly to maintain his balance, then shook his head a little to clear a sudden foggy sensation that seemed to cloud his mind slightly. The odd sensation passed quickly, at least he regained his sense of balance, but the foggy, woolly sensation in his head seemed to linger a while. A few minutes later only a slight fuzziness remained, and Scott relaxed, but as he looked around, he had the impression that something had changed.

After the congratulations died down Scott got Elizabeth alone for a moment and asked her to take him home.

"Sure, babe," Elizabeth agreed, grinning down at him. "Just let me say ‘goodnight’ to a few people."

Scott waited patiently while Elizabeth shook hands with several of the other department managers—her new peers—and finally with Pete. He watched his wife moving easily among the others, sharing a joke, shaking hands, or patting someone on the back, and Scott felt a little jealous. Before his emasculation he would have done those things—It was part of being a salesman—But since his horrible gender-transformation, he had been unable to act in such an outgoing, brash manner. It was as if that part of his personality had simply disappeared. In the meantime, Elizabeth had really blossomed. She was far more dynamic and forceful than she’d ever been before. With a gasp, Scott suddenly realized that there had much more than a mere physical exchange involved in the transformation! Their personalities had been altered too, and where Elizabeth was now a confident, ambitious, and dynamic young woman, Scott was now timid, shy, passive, and unsure of himself.

Elizabeth finished her farewells and started back towards Scott, who was standing exactly where she left him. As she approached her husband Elizabeth was struck by his appearance. Despite the "falsie" he was standing with his legs closer together than a normal male, with his hands folded in front of him. His gaze was lowered slightly, though his eyes were on her and seemed to track her as she moved. There was an unreadable expression on his face.

"Sorry it took so long but I had to talk to Pete about a couple of changes I want to make in the department," Elizabeth explained as she took Scott’s arm and guided him towards their car.

"That’s okay," Scott replied with a ready smile. "I understand completely."

It wasn’t until they were halfway home that Elizabeth realized she had opened the passenger side door and held it for Scott while he got in the car. She had no idea what possessed her to do that, or why Scott hadn’t said something to her.

Elizabeth kicked off her heels and quickly appropriated the bathroom. After removing her suit coat and slacks and pantyhose she quickly wriggled out of the gaff. It worked very well to conceal her new sex, but it was uncomfortable, and she was glad to get rid of it. After taking a long piss she let out a calming” AHHHHH”, she pulled on a pair of boxers and headed towards the bedroom.

Scott was changing too and had already removed his pants and shoes when Elizabeth came up behind him, wrapped her arms around him and kissed the nape of his neck. Scott froze for a moment, as the fear set in. Elizabeth was never and adventurous person in the bedroom, but it seemed like with her new cock and a newfound libido, Scott didn’t know what to expect. He felt Elizabeth’s strong arms pin his arm to his sides while she kissed him. Elizabeth leaned forward, looking over Scott’s shoulder and methodically unbuttoned his shirt, and Scott stood there passively, his feminine lusts transfixed by the wonderful sensations and strange new emotions.

When Elizabeth finally opened Scott’s shirt, she eased one hand beneath it and sought out his newly-sensitized nipples—and found far more than she expected! Scott’s nipples felt larger and stiffer than normal, and her fingers perceived a cushiony softness beneath and around them. Now it was Elizabeth’s turn to be surprised, and she probed Scott’s chest gently and discovered that it now featured two soft, shallow domes. She pulled the shirt aside and gazed down at her husband’s embryonic breasts in amazement, cupping them and kneading them with exquisite gentleness. 

Scott regretfully moaned softly and tried his best to resist himself from being pressed against Elizabeth as she expertly teased his nipples, bringing them to full arousal. They weren’t nearly as large as a woman, but they were certainly larger than they had been, and judging from Scott’s reaction Elizabeth knew they were extremely sensitive. She intended to ask Scott when his little titties had appeared, but she herself was rapidly becoming aroused and she decided the answer to her question could wait. Instead, she spun Scott around, lifted his chin and let her lips descend on his. The feeling was electric, and Elizabeth felt her new cock rising to the occasion, becoming rock-hard.

Suddenly Elizabeth realized that, even without her heels, she was TALLER than Scott! Not by much—maybe an inch, or a little more—but even that seemed impossible! She was at least an inch and a half SHORTER than her husband, or at least she had been! Elizabeth wasn’t sure her new height advantage over Scott was the result of him shrinking or her growing, or both, but she was utterly mystified by the development. She was also puzzled that Scott hadn’t noticed it. He seemed completely unaware of the subtle changes that were continuing to occur.

At that moment, though, Elizabeth had other things on her mind. She slipped Scott’s shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then picked him up and threw him over her shoulder as she carried him to their bed, he tried to flail around and keep her at bay, but it was no use. She slammed him down on the bed and stared down at him as she removed her blouse and bra. She noticed other minute changes in his form that she found strangely exciting and compelling. Scott scooting backwards to get away from her but when he reached the headboard, he had nowhere else to run.

Even in his prone position Scott’s new little budding titties jutted upwards from his chest with his slightly enlarged nipples standing at their peaks, and Elizabeth couldn’t resist touching them, massaging them gently, feeling them yield beneath her fingers as she manipulated them. Scott closed his eyes and sighed softly as the wonderful feelings returned. This time he wasn’t shocked, but he still couldn’t escape his fears. He knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t relish the feelings that flowed through him like a rising tide, but he couldn’t help himself. Elizabeth’s touch felt wonderful, and Scott felt himself instinctively softening and his legs parting of their own accord even as his chest seemed to swell and his nipples grew. Elizabeth knelt between his legs and ran her hands slowly down his sides, her feather-light touch gliding along the contours of his body. Her touch seemed to define him and confine him despite its almost ethereal nature, and Scott trembled with both pleasure and anticipation. He sensed her weight moving forward, then felt her lips surround one of his nipples, teasing it, tasting it, gently pulling, and sucking at it, until the delightful sensation threatened to overwhelm him. A sensual warmth radiated outwards from Scott’s nipples and extended through his entire body. He closed his eyes and savored the wonderful feeling and let himself go completely. 

Elizabeth was pleased with her husband’s response to her foreplay. It fueled the sense of dominance and control she had come to love, and she was determined to explore its limits. She knew what excited a woman and she intended to use that knowledge to exploit him, but her desire to prolong the moment conflicted with her own new, masculine needs and desires. She couldn’t hold out forever.

She kissed Scott’s nipples one last time then moved lower. She explored his inner thighs and found a slight softening of his muscles when she stroked his legs. When she brushed her finger lightly over his clitoris Scott gasped and arched his back, and when she manipulated his little hooded knob, he shook uncontrollably and uttered a very girlish moan. Her touch had set off a series of incredibly wonderful tremors within him, and he consciously parted his legs further to allow her better access. His inner sanctum was damp with desire. His body wanted her and needed her—now! His hands sought her waist, and he gripped her tightly and tried to pull her down onto him, but Elizabeth easily resisted his feeble attempt to control the pace. She continued to manipulate Scott’s clit until he shook and cried out for release. His whole body was on fire, and he was consumed by an overwhelming need to feel her inside him!

Frustrated in his attempt to pull her down to him Scott’s hands found his wife’s erect penis, and without thinking, he began to stroke it and fondle it lovingly. At the same time, he unknowingly and instinctively implored her to finish it.

"Please do it!" He gasped. "Please do me now!"

By then Elizabeth was too aroused to show restraint, but she was thrilled to hear her husband begging to be fucked, and she proceeded to give him exactly what he wanted. She positioned herself above him and he willingly guided her to the entrance to his vagina. His back arched as her weight descended on him and he gasped as he felt her large, thick phallus invade his secret tunnel. Scott thrashed and moaned as Elizabeth pushed into him. She was so big that he felt her dilating his vagina as she moved deeper and deeper. She filled him entirely, and Scott felt his vaginal muscles contract around her enormous stud, and when she began pulling up Scott felt as though she was drawing part of him out with her. He grasped her waist and wrapped his legs around her and cried out again as she plunged into him. Over and over, she drilled her massive, hardened phallus into his soft, receptive opening, and Scott lost all control. 

His hips rose to meet her thrusts and he clung desperately to Elizabeth as she became the center of his universe. Scott’s awareness shrank until nothing else mattered. All that existed, the only thing that had meaning for him, was Elizabeth’s wondrous, incredible stud. She was playing him like a violin, and it was a virtuoso performance, especially for a novice male, and by the time she was finished Elizabeth "owned" Scott. 

His heart was pounding, and his breaths were rapid and shallow as Scott clung to his wife. He felt the tension building within him until it became unbearable, and he erupted in volcanic fury as his orgasm simply exploded. The glorious sensation shot through him and quickly spread to his belly, breasts and thighs, and the pulsing climax seemed to go on and on sending shockwaves up and down his spine. Scott cried, screaming out his ecstatic joy and delight while he gripped his wife’s penis with his vaginal muscles, unwilling to let it end. Somewhere during his hypnotic orgasm, he felt Elizabeth’s penis grow even larger and the next thing he knew, Scott felt a tremendous gush of fluid strike him with surprising force. Unlike the first time he yielded to the inevitable and savored the unique feeling. Later, after Elizabeth had pulled and rolled off him, 

Scott awoke from his daze and was able to regain control of his body. like every time prior, whenever Elizabeth fucked him, he lost all control. It was as if he changed to the passenger seat and a lust-driven, horny slut took control of him and would only ease control once there was an orgasm. He then turned on his side with his back to Elizabeth and cried silently. He crawled into a ball and pressed his thighs together, squeezing his wife’s fluid. It felt warm and slippery within him and as he laid very still, he somehow felt fulfilled even though he reviled the thought of sex as a woman. Not content with how things played out, he fell asleep.