When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot(Chapter 11)

 CHAPTER ELEVEN

On Wednesday Elizabeth received a cryptic phone call at work and she met "Joe" a few hours later at a nearby restaurant. She took the large, thick manila envelope he handed her and placed it in her new designer luxurious leather tote bag then looked across the table. "What about updates on the vital statistics?" She queried.

 

"No problem. It’s all part of the service. Once I’ve got the codes I can re-access at will and changes are easy," her companion assured her.

 

"And substitute photos?"

 

“Again, no problem, if you provide me with decent pictures.”

 

 

"Good. Well, it’s been a pleasure—an expensive pleasure—doing business with you."

 

"Joe" chuckled. "Talent always costs, but it’s worth it in the end."

 

"I hope so."

 

Just before leaving, Elizabeth had a light bulb go off in her head. If could find a way to make Scott’s old identity unusable, then would make him even more hopeless, and if by any miracle Scott would find a way back to his old identity, it would be virtually impossible for Scott to even resume his old life. He would have no choice other than to continue living his new life as a woman.

 

“One last thing”, Elizabeth said,

 

“Would it be possible to destroy or burn someone’s identity?”

 

Joe paused for a moment and thought hard before responding,

 

“In theory yes, the easiest way is to make it look like the person died in an accident and leave no identification on the body, although getting a body is difficult and very expensive. Alternatively, you can burn an identity by framing a person for a crime, making the person need a new identity or flee to a country that has no extradition. Easiest way to do that is to hack the subject’s laptop and upload child pornography to it. The rest is really easy, there might not be an investigation although the subject will be flagged and put on every government watchlist.”

 

Elizabeth Smiled and said,

 

“I can do better than that, the person’s name is, Scott Murphy, and I want him burned so bad that he can’t enter this country ever again. Try and make it happen without an investigation and I have access to his computer.”

 

Elizabeth rose, took Scott’s laptop out of her bag, wrote his password on a napkin, and left, leaving "Joe" with the bill for their coffee. It was the least he could do, she figured, considering what he had charged her. But when she got to her car and opened the envelope she was impressed with his work. The photos looked just like other license and passport shots she had seen, and the documents were top rate. They looked perfect and were even "aged" slightly to make it appear even more genuine. She checked the social security numbers and some of the other details and they all checked out, but there was too much material to examine in the parking lot, so she carefully replaced the envelope in her bag and headed home, to the cottage.

 

Scott was in the bedroom after sleeping in, staring at himself in the mirror with a stunned expression. He had known his breasts were growing, but he hadn’t realized how much until he put on one of bras Elizabeth had gotten from Walmart and discovered he filled the 32A cup, and the padded bra gave him a little more on top of that. His face had also changed so much he could hardly believe he was the same person in his wedding photos. His features were far more feminine than masculine, especially his chin, cheekbone, nose and eyes, and his skin seemed so smooth! He was skeptical if he could pass for a man now without his disguise, unless it was from a distance or in low light.

 

Even then he would have a problem because of his overall body shape, which was decidedly feminine. His waist was now only 28" and his hips now flared outwards in a feminine way. His legs and arms lacked muscle and were beginning to become too slender for a man, and his shoulders had narrowed and softened way too much to belong to a guy. His hands and feet were small and his fingers long and delicate, while his legs were softly turned and quite shapely, the only thing that actually stayed the same size was the thickness of his thighs. Then there were those two growing mounds on his chest that seemed to constantly draw his attention. No guy ever had tits that big, even if they were still small by comparison. 

 

Scott sighed dejectedly and pulled one of Elizabeth’s long tee shirts over his head and down over his boobs. Funny how A cup tits looked so much bigger on him, than on a regular broad, he mused as he pulled his feet into a pair of his wife’s stretchy slippers. Before the change he’d always thought of his wife as flat-chested, but now that he had breasts hanging from his own chest, he realized that A cup boobs were quite substantial. It was all in your perspective and Scott refused to allow that to change unlike his body.

 

As he pulled on a pair of Elizabeth’s boy shorts which somewhat resembled his old boxer briefs although it lacked the one thing he wanted, a pouch for his goods. He suddenly wondered how his wife found him attractive now. He looked nothing like the man she had married, and Scott had begun to wonder if Elizabeth was a lesbian or if she even still considered herself a woman. He was certainly attracted to her in some way, but the problem was Scott didn’t know what it was about her that still got turned him. He knew for certain that he wasn’t gay since his mind has remained the same, but Elizabeth’s features definitely still made him feel attracted. Was it her remaining femininity or was it her masculine appendage? Or both? He was so confused. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at his feet, idly noticing that even Elizabeth’s stretch slippers were slowly needing to stretch less on his shrinking feet while he considered the intricacies of sexual attraction. After staring at his feet and finding no answers Scott sighed and rose, deciding to check on dinner. 

 

After they ate, Elizabeth grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the bedroom to change out of her work clothes while Scott cleared the table and started loading the dishwasher in a dreary fashion.

 

As Elizabeth walked into the bedroom and closed the door, she took a large swig of her beer and sighed. She walked over to her dresser, placed the drink of a coaster, and began to look for something to change into. Unlike Scott’s horrific changes, Elizabeth was rather pleased with the physical changes she made. She re-enforced her plan when she thought about the fact that even with all the changes happening to Scott both were able to notice each of his subtle changes. However, Scott failed to even notice the Elizabeth had made her own boobs larger and was now a 30B cup. For now, she was ok with them, but she was starting to think about even making them a C-cup since she also made herself as muscular as possible while keeping her feminine physique. One thing for certain was that she knew that wherever her sweet spot would be, she was going to make Scott’s breasts larger than hers.

 

It took Elizabeth sometime to find some clothes that fit her new frame, but she found a pair of black leggings and a brown cozy oversized sweater that fit her new bust. As she undressed, she realized that she only needed Scott to think that she had his penis, technically, once she left for work, she can turn her penis back into its original form making traversing her work life much easier, plus her newfound powers would allow her to keep her confidence without needing the testosterone that was being emitted from her new cock.

 

 As she stood in her in bra and panties, she took a glance in the mirror, pulled out her new equipment and saw her soft, chubby, cock majestically hanging between her thighs. Just the thought of her fucking Scott started to make her hard. Elizabeth knew that time would come again and quickly got dressed, grabbed her drink, and returned to the other room as Scott was finishing up with the dishes.

 

 Elizabeth walked over to the front door where she left her briefcase, she opened it up, took out a large manilla envelope and brought it over to the kitchen table.

 

"What’s in there?" Scott asked as he reached behind his back and untied his apron.

 

"you’re new identity. I just picked them up from ‘Joe’ on the way home," she replied.

 

Scott came over to the table and looked over Elizabeth’s shoulder as she slid the documents out of the envelope and spread them out on the table. He was amazed at the sheer volume of material. There was a new driver’s license, of course, and birth certificate, but there was also social security card, passport, bank cards, organ donor card, library card, Costco membership, immunization records, medical insurance cards, and even high school and college diplomas.

 

"Wow, that’s impressive, where the fuck do you even find a person to do this type of stuff" Scott exclaimed as Elizabeth began separating everything into two neat piles. 

 

"It should be, it cost a shit load, so you better be grateful" his wife retorted. She pushed Scott’s pile aside towards the next chair, and he pulled out the chair and sat down to get a better look at his new identity.

 

"Hey, wait a minute. The name on these documents is Stacy Johnson," he objected.

 

"I know. That’s the name I gave Joe to use," Elizabeth revealed.

 

"But, why? My middle name is Max, and it can work for a man or a woman, and I don’t see why I have to change our last name." Scott objected.

 

"Because using your real name would make it too easy for someone to connect the dots," Elizabeth snapped angerly. "Can’t you see that? Somebody could find you in a moment online, speaking of which we should really deactivate your social media and probably change your phone number." 

 

"Oh. Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about that," Scott said meekly, adding: "Does that mean these cards and papers are genuine?"

 

"Yes, and your tax, medical and bank records were all shifted to appear under this new name, and every document on this table is supposed to reflect what is in the official records."

 

"I still don’t understand why I had to take your mother’s maiden name?" Scott asked.

 

"Because I said so!" Elizabeth grinned as she leaned forward towering over Scott. "That was my one indulgence to the past. When we got married, I took your name, and now I thought it was only fair that you if you knew what it felt like, plus you STILL COULDN’T KEEP YOUR LAST NAME! I don’t think there’s much chance in anyone connecting Stacey Alice Johnson with me, even if they know it’s my mother’s maiden name. Johnson isn’t exactly an unusual surname."

 

“I guess not," Scott replied absently as he studied his new driver’s license. His picture, the one with him in the wig, looked damned realistic, and not unlike a million other licenses with pictures designed more for identification than flattery. But the name, Stacy Alice Johnson, jarred him, and Elizabeth’s comment about her being the boss and that it was only fair for Scott to take her name emulated the fact that she didn’t regard Scott as her husband. 

 

“That leads me to the next thing…….” Elizabeth said with a sly smirk.

 

“We are no longer legally married. I filed for divorce last week, plus it would raise a lot of suspicion at work if I suddenly got married to a woman and came out as a dyke. I still love you and will be with you, but we need to give the perception that Scott Murphy is no longer in my life and that Stacy Alice Johnson is a close friend helping me through a divorce.

 

Suddenly Scott felt that weird dizzy feeling and he grabbed the table with both hands as his head seemed to spin. By now he knew he was changing again, and when the dizziness passed, he looked down at himself to assess the damage, but there was nothing readily apparent. He shook his head slightly then re-focused his eyes on the papers in front of him. 

 

"You know, we should see what we can do about changing your image so that it matches your new ID," Elizabeth remarked.

 

"I think it matches up too well," Scott countered, but Elizabeth shook her head. 

 

"Not really," she disagreed. "You need a lot of work on the details. Let’s go into the bedroom and see what we can do."

 

"But—"

 

"C’mon, it’s time to give you the full treatment."

 

Elizabeth took Scott’s hand and led her reluctant spouse into the bedroom. "The first thing we’ve got to do is get rid of that hair," she told him, gesturing at his legs. "You have really nice legs, but no girl would go around with hairy legs. When your transformation finishes, we can work on getting you laser hair removal but for not it will have to wait."

 

She handed a pink plastic bottle to Scott and shooed him into the bathroom, telling him to use the depilatory on his legs. While he was undressing Elizabeth opened the door and handed him a disposable razor. "That’s for your underarms nether regions. You might as well take care of everything at once," she ordered. Scott tried to object, but she was having none of his complaints. "Just do it," she said firmly, and Scott shut his mouth.

 

The feminized man followed the directions on the bottle and spread the depilatory cream liberally over his legs and thighs. While he waited for the cream to work, he stood in front of the sink and shaved his underarms as his wife had directed, then checked the time. He had a few minutes to wait so he removed his bra and kicked his feet out of his slippers, then started the shower. When he stepped into the shower the water washed away the depilatory cream and every bit of his leg hair. As Scott looked down, he took note of the growing bush around his vagina and knew it was only a matter of time before Elizabeth would make him get a wax. He stuck his hand into the mound of hair to get to an itch but without even noticing one of Scott’s fingers grazed his labia and sent a jolt of electricity through his body. without even thinking Scott’s finger returned to explore that feeling while his other hand made its way to his enlarged nipples. It was only then that Scott broke out of his daze and banished those feelings from his head. He reluctantly got to work removing all the hair from his crotch.

 

Cursing himself, Scott stepped out of the shower and dried himself carefully then pulled on his boy shorts and threw on a robe before re-joining Elizabeth in the bedroom. When Scott returned, he noticed that Elizabeth had changed her clothes while he was in the shower, and he saw that she was wearing a yoga shorts/leggings and a matching bralette.

 She filled out his clothes pretty well, Scott realized, and his attention was drawn to her chest, which better than ever hell, he was unsure if her breasts got larger too. Her breasts had climbed up higher on her chest and were as if they hadn’t drooped at all. He would even go as far to say she had the tits of a model. 

 

"Hey, nice legs!" Elizabeth commented, and Scott blushed furiously. "I can’t wait to see you in REAL heels," she continued, and Scott felt humiliated and irate.

 

"OK ‘sexy legs,’ come over here and let’s get you dressed," Elizabeth snapped her fingers, and Scott regretfully went over to the bed, where she had laid out a complete outfit for him. 

 

"All right, lose the robe and get out of those cute panties," Elizabeth commanded him as she turned and picked up a pair of white sheer, skimpy panties. Scott opened the robe and let it slide off his shoulders, then stooped down and slid his panties off, noticing how smooth his legs felt as the material slid down. He took the panties that Elizabeth held out for him belligerently and stepped into them and slid them up. white panties were a little small and tight, they clung to him like a second skin and hid very little. The waistband was nothing more than a thin string, and the tiny patch of cloth in the front barely covered his pubic region. The triangular piece of fabric in the didn’t covered his ass and instead got swallowed by his round cheeks. He felt it quite uncomfortable to have fabric in his ass cheeks, it was almost like having a permanent wedgie and Scott felt like hiding in the closet.

Elizabeth held out a bra that appeared to match the panties, and Scott stared at it for a moment with distaste.

"Put it on, or do you want me to help you?" Elizabeth asked, adding: "You should be used to fastening your own bra by now, unless you haven’t been working on you tasks during your spare time."

 

"I can do it," Scott admitted, and he took the bra from his wife and slid his arms through the straps. After pushing the delicate straps up to his shoulders, he pulled the cups down over his budding breasts and grasped the ends of the band and pulled it behind his back. He fumbled with the catch for a moment, then managed to fasten the two, tiny hooks. He turned away modestly as he reached into the cups and "settled" himself in comfortably. As he did, he caught sight of himself in the full-length mirror and stared at his own reflection with mixed emotions.

 

He hadn’t realized it until that moment, but the bra and panty set Elizabeth had handed him was identical to the one she had worn on their honeymoon. The bra lifted his inflated boobs and pushed them together, exaggerating their size and giving him a real cleavage.

 

It was a shocking discovery for Scott, and he stared at his bust for a long time before realizing that his wife was looking over his shoulder, grinning at him.

 

"What?" He demanded, turning to face her angerly.

 

"Nothing. I was just noticing that you’re slowly developing quite a rack," she replied, trying desperately to keep a straight face. "If you keep growing like that, you’re going to be one stacked chick."

 

Scott felt his face growing flushed and he turned away from Elizabeth and crossed his arms over his breasts irately. "Can we just get on with this?" He asked, mortified by Elizabeth’s remarks.

 

Sure Hon, put these on," she responded, handing him a pair of stockings.

 

Scott held the pantyhose at arm’s length and examined them carefully. They looked far too small to possibly fit him. Of course, what did he know about pantyhose? He’d never even considered wearing them, much less tried to put some on.

 

"Are you sure these will fit? They look so tiny."

 

"They’ll fit," Elizabeth assured him. "They stretch like crazy, but they’re very delicate. You must roll them up and slide them up your leg carefully. Get one side above your knees, then do the other foot. Then just stand up and pull them up to your waist but be gentle and be careful not to snag them, or else…." 

 

Scott sat on the edge of the bed and followed Elizabeth’s instructions carefully. He deliberately took his time, and as he slowly unfurled the nylons and eased them up over his knees he was struck by how smooth and silky they felt against his hairless legs. They were tight, but not uncomfortable, and Scott was surprised at how pleasant the stockings felt. When he stood up the nylons made a hissing noise as his thighs brushed together, and when he took a few tentative steps he heard a faint whispering sound, a familiar sound but not one he had ever associated with himself.

 

"Not bad, for a beginner," Elizabeth sneered. "Next time make sure the toe seams are a little straighter."

 

Scott looked down at his feet and saw what his wife meant. The little sewn seams in the toes were slightly turned, but he would have never noticed unless she pointed it out.

 

"I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you’re wearing a garter belt, but we’ll stick with stockings today," Elizabeth said with a smirk, and Scott vowed silently he would never wear a garter belt. He turned to face his wife and before he could respond she handed him a baby blue, short sleeve ribbed top.

"Try that on and see how it fits," she ordered, and Scott held it up in front of himself and turned to face the mirror. The top was a pullover, like a tee shirt, except it had a scooped neckline and crinkles by the chest and at the sleeves. It was made of ribbed material, and it looked a little small, but when he pulled it over his head it did fit him, though it was rather snug. Scott straightened the top and saw that the ribbed material seemed to accent the contours of his breasts and hugged his new, feminine shape. The low-cut neckline revealed just a hint of his cleavage, but it seemed terribly low to Scott.

 

"Don’t you think this is a little tight?" He questioned, as he turned in front of the mirror, trying to see himself from different angles.

 

"No, it’s supposed to look like that," Elizabeth replied. "I used to have the same one, but you fill it nicely. Remember, women’s fashions are more form-fitting than men’s. Also, your waist is still shrinking. It should feel somewhat larger on you after a while."

 

Scott wasn’t sure about the top, but he had to admit that Elizabeth knew a hell of a lot more about women’s clothes than he did, so he shrugged and turned around to face his wife. She was holding a white skirt, and she had a wide grin on her face.

 

"Time for your first skirt," she teased, and Scott cringed at the way she said it. It was obvious she was enjoying herself and he wondered whether she had been telling him the truth about wishing them back to their original forms. She was having entirely too much fun for Scott’s comfort. With a sense of resignation, he reluctantly accepted the skirt from his wife and held it up in front of him. It looked awfully short to him, but Scott realized that everything looked small, so he did not question Elizabeth about the size. 

 

"It zips in the back," his wife said, but Scott had already figured that out, and he turned the skirt in his hands and stepped into it. It slid up his legs easily and once again Scott felt the silky sensation as the fabric brushed over his stockings. He held the skirt with one hand as he fumbled for the zipper behind him. When he found it, he pulled it up and then noticed there was a short strip of fabric that buttoned over the top of the zipper. He managed to button that, then he turned back towards the mirror.

 

The skirt was a little short, ending a couple of inches above his knees, but thankfully it wasn’t tight. Elizabeth told him it was an A line skirt, whatever that meant, and he fingered the soft fabric as he examined the way it looked in the mirror. It fit snugly around his waist but seemed to flare out a little under his waistline. The material was very soft, and the skirt seemed to move quite a bit, swaying, and swirling as he turned or walked. Scott tried to tell himself it wasn’t much different than wearing a pair of baggy shorts, but he knew he was fooling himself. He could feel the difference—shorts didn’t swirl when you turned around—and there was nothing between his legs. A skirt could fly up in a breeze, or ride up when he sat, as he knew too well. 

 

“Now give me a spin!” jeered Elizabeth.

 

Scott looked at her with contempt, but she wasn’t having any of it.

 

Scott spun around a few times sending a cool breeze up towards his tight pussy. His skirt flew up and Elizabeth was able to see the lips of his pussy and his tight ass, plain as day.

 

For the first time he could understand why women often kept one hand on their hemline when it was windy—Now he would have to do the same, or risk putting himself on display.

 

"Okay ‘sexy legs,’ it’s time for the finishing touch," Elizabeth told Scott, and he saw her bend over and pick up a pair of beige pumps with a large heel that matched his perfectly. "Try these on," she ordered, holding the shoes out to Scott.

 

Scott looked at the pumps and noticed they had high heels—how high he wasn’t sure—and he grimaced.

 

"I don’t know if I can walk in those," he told his wife.

 

"Sure, you can" she replied. "These heels aren’t that high. They’re about 2 ¼ inches, and that’s not too bad. Those elevator shoes you’ve been wearing are higher than these."

 

"Yeah, but those heels are really narrow. My elevator shoes have normal, wide heels, and they don’t have such a steep angle to them," Scott pointed out.

 

"Well, don’t worry. A few hours practice and you’ll be walking like you’ve been wearing them all your life," Elizabeth assured him as she noted to add it to his list.

 

Scott was skeptical but he took the shoes and sat down on the bed and slipped them on his feet. They felt a little loose, and when he tried to stand up his knees began to wobble, and he discovered that it was very hard to lift himself up with his heels over two inches above his toes.

 

"Keep your legs together and put your feet close to the bed, directly underneath you," his wife coached. "It’s much easier to stand up if your weight is directly over your feet."

 

Scott tried it and not surprisingly, Elizabeth was right. He found it much easier to stand up, but when he took a step, his foot came right out of the shoe.

 

"I guess those are a little large for you," Elizabeth remarked, then instructed her husband to take the pumps off. 

 

Scott sat down and removed the shoes while Elizabeth went to her closet and returned with another pair. These were white sandals with a slightly higher heel, but they had straps to hold them on. "We’ll have to get you some shoes soon," she announced as she handed the sandals to Scott. "The straps should help keep these on your feet, but these are spring and summer shoes. You’ll need something to get you through the next couple of months." 

 

Scott nodded, embarrassed by the fact that his feet were now smaller than his wife’s, and took the shoes. The strappy white sandals had similar, though slightly higher heels, but seemed to fit him much better. Of course, Scott’s feet were almost completely exposed, except for a swirling vamp and the ankle straps, but when he stood, he was surprised at how securely his feet were held. The sandals felt much better despite their higher heels, and Scott took a few tentative steps. Wearing high heels was certainly a different experience. It felt like all his weight was pushing forward and there was a lot of pressure on his toes.

 

"Keep your weight centered, and take small steps," Elizabeth advised, And Scott found that seemed to help. He went slowly, stopping occasionally, and he was never far from something to grab on to in case he lost his balance. However, he still struggled with the discomfort it brought on his knees and toes.

 

"That’s it, take it nice and slow. Keep your feet directly in front of you and let your hips swing a little more, you need to look sexy when you walk in these" his wife coached.

 

Scott followed her advice but still couldn’t deal with the pain. He felt a tension in his calves and knew that the heels were molding them, making them a little shapelier. but he was too concerned with staying on his feet to worry about that. He reached the other side of the room and turned around and walked back at more of a normal pace. As he moved, Scott grew more confident, and after about five minutes he was sure he could maneuver without killing himself or breaking an ankle.

 

"You’re doing great, babe" Elizabeth praised him. "Keep shaking that ass!"

 

"This is FUCKING hard," Scott complained. "My feet hurt, my calves hurt, and I feel like a kid learning to ride a bike."

 

"Maybe I could find some training wheels," Elizabeth quipped, and Scott rolled his eyes. 

 

 "Now you know what we girls go through to look good," she noted. "Now the only thing left is your makeup, jewelry, and wig."

 

"Do we really need to get into all that tonight?" Scott asked. "I’m having a hard enough time just dealing with the clothes.""

 

"Well, I wanted to take a few pictures," Elizabeth revealed.

 

"Why?"

 

"Just to have them. I want a picture for my wallet, and we should start building a photo album anyway," she observed. "Everyone has at least one album, and it would seem strange if there wasn’t a single picture of you in existence."

 

Scott had to admit there was a certain amount of logic in Elizabeth’s point, and he was amazed at the number of details that she had brought into her plan. 

 

"Okay, but I need to sit down for a while," he replied. 

 

"No problem but keep the sandals on. You need to become accustomed to wearing them for long periods of time, sitting as well as standing," Elizabeth informed him as she led him out to the kitchen.

 

"We haven’t got a vanity for you, yet so we’ll work here at the table. Just sit down and I’ll get all my stuff."

 

Scott sat down and crossed his nylon-clad legs while his wife returned to the bedroom for her cosmetics. She returned with her cosmetic case, several loose bottles, and tubes, and in the other hand a small pouch, only to find Scott staring down at his legs.

 

"Do they feel odd?" She asked, referring to the pantyhose.

 

"Yeah, I guess," Scott replied. "It’s weird how smooth my legs feel."

Well, there are some advantages to being a girl—and you DO have great legs," Elizabeth told him.

 

Scott blushed and tried to dismiss the compliment, but a part of him was glad that Elizabeth liked his legs. Elizabeth squatted down, spread Scott’s legs, pulled his skirt up from under his bum and slid a towel underneath. Scott looked down, giving her a puzzled look,

 

“What are you doing?”, he asked.

 

Elizabeth responded, “Part of being a woman was holding their composure even during times of discomfort, since everyone likes a classy lady”.

 

She then opened a small pouch and pulled out a small pink misshaped egg with a thin short wire that curved upward, ending with a wider tip, which almost looked like an antenna. Elizabeth stuck it in her mouth and gave it a hard suck and said,

 

“This is called the Lush 3 vibrator and I’ll show you how it works momentarily”.

 

Elizabeth said meaningfully.

 

She then pulled Scott’s panties to the side and pushed it firmly into his pussy. At first, it was uncomfortable, but his wife’s saliva offered enough lubrication to get inside him without any pain, firmly resting on his g-spot. The wire curved upwards with the tip on the antenna resting firmly against his pelvic bone.

 

Elizabeth then pulled out her smartphone, booted up the app, and set the vibrator to its lowest setting. Scott immediately felt the vibrator do its thing. As undesirable as it was, he couldn’t help but notice his g-spot slowly swell up, sending warm, tingling feeling around his entire body with every vibration. Scott hated the feeling, but his body couldn’t resist, it was almost as if he was being wrapping in a warm towel.

 

Elizabeth stood up and said informatively,

 

“I don’t want you to act squeamish when I do this since it will make everything so much harder. So, for every time you flinch, squirm, or so much as make this more difficult, I will respond by doing this – “

 

Elizabeth swiped her finger upwards on her phone, instantly raising the vibration levels.

 

Scott instantly felt the change of frequency and his whole body began shaking and trembling uncontrollably. The vibrator began shaking his vulva and g spot so vigorously that it started to make him dizzy. The vibrations were so powerful and loud that it sounded like a cell phone vibrating. This was a feeling that Scott had never experienced, the closest think he could compare it to was, the feeling he would have in his cock the moment before he would cum. The only difference was that this feeling was never ending.

 

Elizabeth smirked as she saw Scott go a little cross-eyed for a moment as his body forcibly squeezed his thighs together. She lowered the sensitivity to the lowest setting and then opened her cosmetic case and arrayed her supplies around it, and after sitting down, facing her pretty little husband, she began to work on him. First, she took a pair of tweezers and thinned his eyebrows, creating a nice high arch in both. Then she pulled out a cream base and applied a very light coat with a sponge. Then she went to work on his eyes, and that took quite a while. She used a black mascara, eyeliner pencil, then two shades of eyeliner. She talked as she worked, telling Scott her own personal secrets for applying makeup, and specific hints for each product she used. Scott didn’t think he’d remember half of what she told him, but the part of him that wanted to be attractive forced him to pay attention to Elizabeth.

 

When Elizabeth finished Scott’s eyes, she used a lip pencil to outline his ripening lips, then filled in with a cinnamon-colored gloss. Next, she applied some blusher, using a larger brush to highlight Scott’s cheekbones, sprayed him with a touch of cologne. 

 

Elizabeth turned Scott’s head to see the overall effect, then told him to sit still for a moment while she retrieved his wig from the bedroom. She placed the wig on his head carefully, then used a hair pic and a brush to renew the pageboy style. 

 

"Well?" Scott asked as Elizabeth stood back and regarded him thoughtfully.

 

Not bad, so far," she replied, studying him intently.

 

"Let me see," Scott said and started to get up.

 

"No, not yet. I want you to wait until I’m finished. I want you to see the full effect," she told him, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him in his seat.

 

Scott shrugged. "What’s left?" He inquired.

 

"Lots. We need to do your nails and add some jewelry."

 

Scott sighed. I never realized there was so much to this."

 

Elizabeth sat down again and took Scott’s left hand and began working on the cuticles. She filed and shaped his short nails as much as possible, then applied a base coat. While it dried, she took his other hand and did the same. Then while the right dried, she applied a light pink polish. After two coats on each hand, she applied a clear gloss topcoat. Scott just stared at his nails while she worked, watching to see how she did the manicure and marveling at how a little polish could make his hands look so different. When she was finished Elizabeth told him what he needed to know to keep his nails looking good, then went back to the bedroom and brought out her jewelry box.

 

"Accessories are very important," she lectured, telling Scott about coordinating his shoes, jewelry, and handbag to his outfit. Her feminized husband sat and listened to her as she pulled out several pieces of jewelry and set them aside until she found just the items she had been looking for.

 

"These will go really nice with your outfit," she announced, holding up a small tennis necklace and a pair of clip-on simple earrings. "And I think this will look nice too," she added, holding up a sterling silver bracelet. 

Scott shrugged, completely out of his depth, and Elizabeth took that for an OK, and began fastening the necklace around her husband’s neck. She showed him how to put the clip-on earrings on, then handed him the bracelet told him to put it on his left wrist.

 

"Rings," Elizabeth muttered as Scott finished. "Must have a ring or two somewhere." She turned back to her jewelry box and rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. Scott looked at what she had in her hand and saw she was holding her wedding and engagement ring set, and the pearl ring he had given her when they first started going together. He felt very strange as Elizabeth slipped the wedding ring on the third finger of his left hand—it fit—and then the pearl on his right hand. He looked up into her eyes and saw that she was gazing at him malevolently. 

 

Now that we both can wear jewelry, I feel more comfortable spending money nicer pieces since we can share them. Plus, with my hefty new salary, I will need to buy some pieces to really fit the female corporate executive look.

 

"Okay, babe, time to see yourself," Elizabeth announced as Scott hesitantly touched the wedding band on his finger. He followed his spouse into the bedroom and waited while she adjusted to the lighting, then stepped in front of the mirror. His first reaction was to wonder who that girl in the mirror was. It just couldn’t be HIM—could it?

 

Scott moved his hand, shockingly, involuntarily covering his mouth as he gasped in shock, and the girl in the mirror mimicked his movements with an impossible precision. ‘WHAT THE FUCK,’ he thought. ‘It IS me!’

 

Staring back from the mirror was a young woman with a cute short hairdo and a pretty face. Her figure wasn’t voluptuous or extremely feminine by any means, but it was quite nice, his shoulders were still considered broad for a woman. The tops of her perky, petite breasts were just visible above the scooped neckline of her form-fitting top, and her stylish skirt ended just far enough above her legs to be fashionable. Her legs looked long and shapely, and her heels encased her feet in a network of straps that was very becoming. Scott was amazed by the transformation, and he remained frozen in place until Elizabeth came up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

 

"Well babe, what do you think?" She asked with a mischievous grin. "Think you can pass?"

 

"I look almost like... like a real girl!" Scott gasped.

 

“Now let’s take those pictures to update your new I.D.”, 

 

Elizabeth said as she escorted Scott back into the great room where a white sheet was hanging from the wall.

 

Elizabeth said cheeringly, “We have most of the pictures done but we need some with you in different clothes since it would look odd if every I.D. would have the same picture. Don’t worry it will be quick”.

 

Elizabeth spent the next few minutes snapping plenty of pictures of Scott from different angles, when suddenly Scott says irately,

 

“That’s it I’m done.”

 

As he proceeded to squat down on a nearby step and say, “Man, my feet are aching”.

 

Scott begins to rub his eyes with his hands, while Elizabeth snaps some pictures of him unknowingly sitting in a very unwomanly fashion.

“Alright, lets clean up and put everything away, do you mind picking up that bottle of lotion, it must have gotten knocked over earlier”, Elizabeth said, as she pointed to the corner.

 

As Scott stood up, he noticed a wetness that was on his thighs, bum and on the hem of his skirt. He reached down to find its source and felt a warm, sticky fluid slowly dripping from his tingling pussy.

Scott looked at his fingers with disgust and proceeded to wipe them on his now spoiled skirt. He slowly made his way to the bottle on the floor and just as he bent over, he heard the shutter of a camera.

 

“Boom”,

 

Exclaimed Elizabeth,

 

She continued, “Nailed it, I think I can be a professional”.

 

She flipped the camera around showing Scott the pictures she got of him. 

Scott looked at the pictures and was yet again shocked by the beauty of the woman in the photographs. He struggled to make the connection that he was the woman in the photographs. But when it suddenly clicked, he yanked the vibrator out of his pussy, which was so wet that it slid out with ease and began dripping his juices onto the floor. He then attempted to storm out of the room but was still struggling with the heels. Scott was forced to stop halfway through and remove the heels, which only made Elizabeth grin from amusement. He then threw the vibrator on the floor, stormed into the bedroom, and slammed the door behind him.

 

Scott was fuming was he began yanking off all the jewelry Elizabeth donned on him. He proceeded to remove the wig and began to strip, remembering he still had to deal with the make up on his face. He stepped into the shower again and began scrubbing the make-up off his face. Once he finished with that, he began his least favorite task, which was cleaning his pulsing, sore pussy. As he began washing it out, he took note that its wasn’t as sore as normal, that could be because he didn’t have Elizabeth’s large cock repeatedly slamming into him. It was still pulsating and sensitive to the touch, something he had to get used to. The thought of playing with himself quickly crossed Scott’s mind again and much to his surprise he began slowly reaching towards his new humiliating member, which was tingling from each droplet of water that rained down on it. He slowly crept his middle and index finger into his throbbing pussy, feeling the folds of his labia between his two fingers. As he reached further towards the into his vagina, crept his fingers back as if he was petting a pet. The sensation felt ecstatic, he took his other hand and began stimulating his stiff, swollen nipple, gently yanking it slowly. 

 

Scott, let out a soft moan,

 

“AAAAHHHHH”

 

Instantly he came to senses and stopped his exploration. He was glad to have a brief solo experience as a woman and on his terms. But on the other hand, he knew deep down that this wasn’t him and wasn’t his true body.

 

Elizabeth then knocked on the door and poked her head in and said,

 

“Hey babe, I know today was a hard, overwhelming day for you and you are running out of time to embrace your male physique. I wanted to let you know that I was looking online when I was at work and was scrolling through LinkedIn. I saw a listing for a temp job that was mostly remote work but had pretty good pay. The owner of the company will be in town in two days, and I managed to schedule you an interview. FYI they are expecting a man, so we need to beef you up.”

 

Elizabeth proceeded to squeeze her arm through the crack and raised some sort of bodysuit. Elizabeth continued and said,

 

“This is a silicone body suit or muscle suit. You slip it on, and it has extra padding on the shoulders, arms, and legs to make a person look like a masculine person. It also compresses the chest, hips, ass, and thighs to accentuate the male physique. I even got one with a penis prosthetic with a built-in urinary pouch so you could pee standing up. I know it’s not much for you, but I assume you would appreciate the feeling to look as manly as possible.

 

Scott got out of the shower and took it from her hands, he was left speechless, and jaw dropped from her act of kindness. Elizabeth smiled and closed the door leaving Scott to his own privacy. 

 

As Elizabeth walked away from the door, she was grinning from ear to ear knowing full well that her plan was now in full swing.