When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 9)

 CHAPTER NINE

The next few days were extremely hectic for Scott. He was finishing up his last week at work, and he spent the evenings packing and sorting. They had decided to take every scrap of clothing they owned since neither of them knew what sizes he would eventually need. The sewing machine was also considered essential, along with all of Elizabeth’s sewing supplies, and one day Elizabeth rented a trailer to loaded most of what they’d need into it for a drive up to the lake. As Elizabeth opened the trailer, Scoot couldn’t help to notice it was already partially filled. He asked Elizabeth what it was, but she simply brushed it off and began loading the trailer. Scott helped of course but Elizabeth had to do all the heavy lifting and carrying, and Scott cussed quietly to himself for only being able marking boxes and taking out the smaller items. 

 

After the clothes and other personal items were moved into the cottage Elizabeth went back into town and visited a grocery store and bought enough to practically fill the trailer again. Meanwhile Scott stayed at the cottage and unpacked their clothes and cleaned the cupboards. When Elizabeth returned with the food, they both worked at storing it wherever they could find room. Most of the extra non-perishable items went into the second bedroom, while the perishable products went into the refrigerator or large freezer. It was nearly midnight by the time they left, and they still had more work to do before they moved in.

 

Elizabeth tried to get Scott to share his thoughts during their drive, but he was too worried over what lay in store for him. He still hated the thought of becoming a woman, but he refused to lose hope of regaining his manhood. In the past few days, he hadn’t shaved once, yet his face was as smooth as silk and even more refined. His neck appeared thinner and longer, and his arms skinny and devoid of muscle. Scott had purchased a pair of cleverly designed elevator shoes that added a full 2 inches to his height while looking perfectly normal, but he had to buy a men’s’ size 7 in a narrow width. It seemed that every day brought another change, another indication that he was slowly, inexorably turning into a complete female, and Scott was on the verge of despair.

 

Scott’s plight had been underlined the previous night when Elizabeth came home with what looked like a large hat box. While Scott was doing the dishes, she opened the box to reveal an auburn wig. Scott looked at her bewilderingly and asked,

 

“Why on earth did you get an AUBURN colored wig??? I have BROWN hair!!!!”

 

Elizabeth casually responded, “Oh, relax, you would so much nice with auburn hair than with plain old brown hair”. 

 

Elizabeth carefully removed the wig from the box and raised it up showing it fashioned as a bob cut with wavy hair. When he finished the dishes, Elizabeth had him come to the bedroom and Scott saw their new digital camera sitting on a tripod and a sheet hanging neatly from the wall. 

 

"I need to take some pictures to give to ‘Joe’ for the new ID" She explained as she put the wig on a stand on her dressing table.

 

She told Scott to strip, and over his objections she forced him to put on one of her bras. He couldn’t fill out her padded B cup bra, so Elizabeth went to her dresser and returned with two more foam pads and inserted them under his boobs. The additional padding helped, but it didn’t seem to be enough. 

 

Suddenly, Elizabeth had a light bulb go off in her head and quickly went into the kitchen and returned with a bag of rice. She began to fill a pair of old stocking with the rice until it vaguely resembled two mounds. Elizabeth then shoved the mounds into each one of Scott’s bra cups and it finally looked full. Scott couldn’t help himself from taking note how significant of a weight difference of larger breasts were and the strain it began to put on his lower back. Scott was both shocked and embarrassed to see the results. His modest little tits now appeared to be a little too large for the cups, and they bulged above their satiny restraints and Scott even had a slight cleavage. 

 

Elizabeth then handed Scott her fancy, button down silk blouse. The blouse was semi-transparent, and when Scott finally managed to fasten the small pearl buttons, he noticed that ‘his’ bra was visible beneath the fabric. The rounded collar with the needlepoint accents was very feminine, and when Elizabeth fitted the wig to his head Scott saw nothing masculine in his reflection. The girl that stared back from the mirror was ‘pretty,’ if not beautiful, and looked like a completely caught off guard. Her wide eyes expressed the astonishment Scott felt over the unfamiliarity he saw. The image really drove home to him how much his facial features had changed in a couple of weeks.

 

Scott felt sick and was visibly angry. He wanted to get the photo session over with as soon as possible, but Elizabeth wasn’t finished with his preparations and seemed to be taking her time with it. She wrapped a towel around his neck and took him over to her vanity, where she proceeded to do his face. She thinned his eyebrows slightly, then applied mascara, eyeliner, and two different shades of eyeshadow. When she was satisfied with his eyes Elizabeth gave Scott a thin base coat, some blusher, and then used a lip pencil to outline his lips. She filled in his lips with lip gloss, then brushed out his wig and turned Scott towards the mirror.

 

The transformed man was shocked and appalled by his own reflection. While he had appeared somewhat before, he now looked drop-dead gorgeous! There wasn’t a trace of masculinity in his reflection, which saddened him and created a sense of despair. Yet he also felt a morbid fascination as he stared at the creature in the mirror. She was an illusion of course, but not that much of an illusion. Scott began to feel a tingle coming from his body when he realized that he was getting aroused by his own reflection. Even with everything that had been happening to Scott, he was still extremely attracted to the physique of the female body. All it had taken to create the foxy chick was a wig and a little makeup, and with longer hair he wouldn’t need the wig.

 

 

Elizabeth proceeded to take dozens of shots of Scott, head-on and in profile, some silly ones for her own amusement, and directed him to hold his head this way or that, to keep his hands folded in his lap, and sit up straight. She made sure everything was perfect before she took a shot, and it was over an hour before they finished. 

Though he had removed the makeup, the wig, the blouse, and the bra as soon as they finished, Scott had been imprinted by the experience. Now, as he sat in silence while Elizabeth drove them home, he brooded over the idea that it now took less time and effort to look like a girl than it did to allow him to pass as a man. Now he needed not only his male "falsie," but elevator shoes, an elastic bandage, foam rubber padding around his waist, and padding around his shoulders and upper arms—and he STILL looked somewhat effeminate, because there was nothing he could do about his face and hands. 

 

But the real crisis was psychological, not physical. All his life Scott had held an unquestioned belief in the superiority of the male of the species. Males were taller, stronger, and more aggressive. Males were the providers, the breadwinners, and the dominant partner in a marriage. They were the undisputed heads of their families, making all the major decisions—or at least having the final say in matters of importance. Women, on the other hand, were (or should be) submissive to their husbands. They were smaller, weaker, less capable, and more inclined to emotion instead of reason. Their rightful place was in the home, caring for children, keeping the home spotless, and generally supporting their men. 

 

As a man, Scott had been only too happy to accept this ideology and the benefits that went along with it, but now everything was turned upside-down. At the very least he was no longer a male, technically speaking, and with each passing day there were fewer and fewer physical differences between him and any "natural" female. 

 

The problem was that Scott still truly believed in the superiority of males. It wasn’t just an act, but an ingrained faith based upon what he saw were clearly defined characteristics and abilities, and he could no more deny his lifelong attitudes than he could deny his name. But as much as he changed physically, mentally he truly felt unchanged. The more he allowed the changes to define him the more he felt shackled. Scott swore to himself in the car ride home that he would resist the submissive lifestyle at all costs. If he would submit, it would be like admitting that his entire life was a lie, a sham, and that he was nothing more than an opportunist who took advantage women. By his own admission he would be nothing more than a joke. Deep down inside himself there was a fire that wanted to burn and dominate everything he could get his hands on, the voice within his head was still masculine.

 

Scott decided to avoid the issue for the time being. He was too tired for deep thinking, and the more he considered the problem the more enraged he became. When they arrived back at the house, he concentrated on his mental checklist of things he had to do before they moved out to the lake. He had only one more day left at his job and Elizabeth wanted to move over the weekend. Scott wasn’t looking forward to the move because it meant the end of his life as he had known it and the beginning of a new life that held nothing but uncertainty for him. Whatever happened, Scott was determined to endure, but the fear of the unknown kept him tossing and turning until well after midnight, while Elizabeth snored soundly next to him.

 Scott woke up on his last day at work to see that his new bosoms were now starting to stick out and be noticeable, to make matters worse the old briefs that he had been wearing didn’t seem to make the cut. Luckily Elizabeth was able to assist Scott by handing him a sports bra to give him that needed compression. However, there wasn’t much she could do about the briefs. Scott was left with no other choice than to wear Elizabeth’s panties. He tried finding the most comfortable ones that most closely resembled what he was used to wearing but everything was floral, lace, or skimpy. After some time rummaging through the dresser, Scott managed to find himself a pair of hipster panties that was able to contain his now most prized possession, a limp rubber cock, the irony went straight over Scott’s head, but that limp cock represented who he now was. Elizabeth handed Scott a thick cotton shirt to help hide the outline of the bra, as well as a pair of casual chinos. 

 

Scott wanted to save himself the humiliation of walking into the office so he had the warehouse crew prep the order for Jan for him and have it ready so he can deliver it. Scott pulled up to the back of his office and had the warehouse crew load it into the back of his car along with a 2 wheeled dolly to transfer the boxes so he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of Jan like last time.

 

Scott pulled up to Sportswoman and started unloading his car, “so far so good”, he thought the delivery went off without a hitch, which was a huge relief. Just as Scott was finishing with the last boxes, Jan walked in with a smile of accomplishment and empowerment. She cordially walked up to Scott in her high heeled pumps and signed for the order. The second Scott got the signature he made a B-line out the door and into the parking lot. Before he was able to get to his car, Jan followed him outside and called out, 

 

“Hey num nuts! You never gave me my copy of the signed delivery!”

 

As Scott focused on tearing off her copy, Jan approached Scott and grabbed his left nipple, squeezed, and gave it a sharp twist.

 

“I played sports my entire life, you think I’m that oblivious and can’t tell when someone is wearing a sport’s bra?” Jan said in a sharp, commanding voice.

 

“To add the icing to the cake you didn’t even notice when you were putting those boxes down, your shirt rode up and exposed your beautiful lace panties to the world” Jan added.

 

Scott began to blush deeply as Jan continued, “For a man who loves to shit on women and treat them as property. It wouldn’t surprise me if you acted that way in public because your wife keeps your sad dick in cage!!!!”

 

“Hell, I need to see for myself”, exclaimed Jan, “it’s not like you would go and tell anyone”.

 

With Scott frozen in fear and embarrassment, Jan quickly and forcibly forced her hand down Scott’s baggy pants. Scott felt all of Jan’s jewelry scrape his hairless smooth stomach and abdomen until she grabbed his limp rubber cock. Jan immediately knew what it was and searched aimlessly until she found what she was looking for and slipped her ring finger inside his folds and gave Scott a quick tickle down below right before she pulled her hand out.

 

“Interesting and not what I was expecting at all”, Jan said in amazement as she looked at her now sticky finger.

 

Jan began walking backwards and called out to Scott saying, “this won’t be the last of me, see you soon”.

 

Scott quickly jumped in his car, frozen in fear and not understanding what she meant, but he was glad that there was some silver lining in this whole thing, he wouldn’t have to see Jan Levinson ever again.