When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot(Chapter 8)

 CHAPTER EIGHT

Scott was incredibly nervous as he walked out to his car. He wanted to run and jump in the driver’s seat, but he didn’t dare. He was literally held together with tape and pins. He had used medical tape to tape his breasts down a little and was wearing one of his old sweatshirts, although Elizabeth recommended, he wear a training bra or sports bra to help with his growing nipples —which really hung on him now—to camouflage his chest. He had used a safety pin to take in the waistband of his athletic supporter, and had inserts stuffed in his sneakers so they wouldn’t flop around on his feet. A pair of track pants, an oversized hoodie and a baseball cap completed his outfit. The purpose of the excursion was to pick up a few crucial supplies and items of clothing he needed to continue to pass himself off as masculine as possible. 

 

His first stop was a local pharmacy, where he purchased a wide elastic bandage and some heel lifts. Next, he went to a discount shoe store and bought a pair of women’s sneakers in a size 10 that looked too identical to the men’s version, except for the slightly higher heels. He was forced to buy women’s shoes because his feet had become narrower in addition to smaller, but Scott knew nobody would notice the difference.

 

The last stop was a cheap clothing store, where Scott picked up a couple pairs of chinos, several dress shirts in his smaller size, a handful of sweaters, a belt, and a blazer. He certainly wouldn’t make the cover of GQ in the outfits but that wasn’t his goal. All he wanted to do was look like a man.

 

That goal proved to be somewhat more difficult, as Scott discovered to his dismay. When he returned home, Scott felt a surge of confidence and accomplishment. He took his purchases to the bedroom and removed his track suit and began to "reconstruct" himself. He began by opening the wide elastic bandage and wrapping it tightly around his chest. It did a pretty good job of minimizing his new breasts, and when Scott finished, they appeared to be about half the size they were without the bandage. The elastic wrap also modified the shape of breasts somewhat, making them appear more like a guy’s pectoral muscles. Thankfully, the elastic also compressed his budding nipples to the point they were hardly noticeable.

 

Scott felt "more built" with the bandage on too. His little boobs were packed down tight and no longer jiggled or swayed when he moved. When he put on an undershirt and a navy dress shirt, he looked almost normal again, and he began to feel optimistic he could pull it off.

 

There was more work to do though, and Scott put a tuck in the waistband of his athletic supporter using a couple of safety pins, then pulled on one of his new pairs of slacks. He examined himself critically in the mirror and judged that his waist appeared just a little too thin and his ass a bit too prominent, but he was hoping his new sports coat would camouflage those areas. He slipped his arms into the 38 short navy blazer (he had once filled a 40 medium) and was pleased to see that the coat did de-emphasize his "problem areas."

 

Finally, Scott put on a pair of socks and slipped the heel lifts into his new women’s loafers. When he pushed his feet into the loafers and stood up the combination of the lifts and the 1 5/8" heels gave him about an extra inch of height. It wasn’t enough to restore all that he’d lost but it was close enough that no one would notice the difference, and Scott estimated that it would at least bring him up to Elizabeth’s height again. But there was still the problem with his neck, shoulders, and especially his face. His altered facial features made him appear considerably younger, not to mention somewhat androgynous.

 

Elizabeth was late getting home, and Scott’s carefully prepared dinner was practically ruined. He was upset his wife hadn’t called, but he accepted her explanation that she had been in a business meeting. Scott was still wearing his "disguise," and he was surprised and disappointed to discover that, despite the lifts and higher heels, he was still an inch or more shorter than Elizabeth. But Elizabeth was impressed with the results of Scott’s work and let out a small chuckle. She told him haphazardly that he looked almost like the "old" Scott. In an act to reward herself a small victory Elizabeth made her way over to Scott and shoved her cold hand into his briefs, and began massaging is newly smooth pussy. Scott blushed and recoiled from the cold, newfound feeling that shocked his body. He quickly re-adjusted his outfit and began setting the table.

 

While they ate their re-heated dinner Scott told his wife about the day’s events, including the warning from Robert and his humiliation by Jan. Elizabeth was incensed over Jan’s treatment of her husband, but she grew thoughtful as Scott finished the story.

 

"Why don’t you just quit?" She suggested when Scott finished his narration. "It’s obvious you’re not cut out for direct sales anymore, and it’s only a matter of time before Robert will be forced to let you go. If you quit now, you could still get good references and you could find something more suitable, less stressful," she advised.

 

Scott considered Elizabeth’s advice and concluded it made sense. He was just buying time in his job, waiting for the axe to fall, and if he got out now, he could still salvage something from the situation and keep whatever pride he still had intact. He was truly relieved that Elizabeth hadn’t simply told him to stay home and not work at all, and the fact that she was willing to let him continue working played a large part in his agreeing to her idea. 

 

In some ways it was a relief to have Elizabeth suggest he quit. Deep down Scott knew he just didn’t have the drive, the ambition, the spark—whatever it was he needed to compete in the world of sales anymore. Yet he had to do something besides just stay home. He couldn’t stand the idea of being a "kept" man. There had to be another line of work he could pursue that will allow him to regain his lost flame.

 

"I think you’re right about another job," he agreed, phrasing his response in such a way that Elizabeth would know he INTENDED to look for another job. "I’ll start checking the ‘help wanted’ listings after dinner."

 

"Good idea," Elizabeth agreed slyly. Elizabeth thought to herself, “this may be what I need to get my plan into proper action”.

 

After dinner Elizabeth went to the bedroom and changed into a pair of leggings and bralette. She thought it was humorous that when Scott would see her newly perky, youthful breasts that his mind wouldn’t be able to resist getting aroused but once he sees the large bulge, it will give him a total mind fuck. When she walked into the living room Scott looked up from the help wanted ads and couldn’t help noticing that Elizabeth breasts haven’t looked that good since all those years ago when they first met. On top of that, with Elizabeth’s new job she had been working longer hours, he only now noticed how clear her skin was, she seemed rejuvenated, almost reborn. 

 

Scott had circled a few prospects in the paper, but there wasn’t anything that really sparked his interest, so he went to the bedroom and started removing his disguise. When he had discarded his clothes, he went into the bathroom and began running a shower. When the water was warm enough, he stepped in and began washing his hair. As he was rinsing the shampoo out, he suddenly felt two strong hands grab him around the waist, and he let out a surprised shriek. 

 

"Easy babe. It’s just me," Elizabeth spoke soothingly, and Scott wormed his way out of her grip and looked up at her. 

 

She was naked too, and without their respective disguises Scott realized that Elizabeth was the same height as him. She looked very imposing as she backed him against the tile and began to kiss him. Scott found himself responding though he really tried to fight it, but it was no use. Elizabeth began to massage one of his enlarged nipples and Scott couldn’t resist the erotic sensation begin to build up in his groin. His nipples came stiff, and this time they were almost as large as Elizabeth’s had once been. He made a soft whimper and leaned his head back against the wall as Elizabeth played and sucked on his newly enlarged breasts. It was a sensation that he never imagined feeling and as hard as he tried to resist and fight it, he couldn’t stop his body from arching his back slightly, shoving his little breast forward for her to use.

 

Elizabeth continued to touch him in the most sensual ways, passionately nibbling on his swollen nipples and twisting them as if they were the volume button on a stereo. In no time, Scott was dripping wet. Suddenly Elizabeth spun him around so he would be facing the tile wall. She then pinned his hands to the wall as she slowly rubbed her throbbing cock through his thighs and along the lips of his shaven, dripping pussy. Scott thought to himself that his cock had never been large enough to reach Elizabeth’s pussy from that position. Scott frantically tried to find a way to regain control and get out of this predicament, but Elizabeth warned him, “It would either be his dripping WET pussy or his DRY virgin asshole, the choice is yours”. Scott dropped his head in defeat and spread his legs slightly so he could get into a wider stance. 

 

“ATTAH GIRL”, Elizabeth exclaimed.

 

She then released his hands and grabbed Scott by the hips as he leaned towards the shower wall. Elizabeth slowly increased the speed of her large veiny cock along his outer walls. The next thing Scott knew he felt her large, fully erect penis plunge into his vagina. He gasped as Elizabeth continued pushing deeper until he felt a sharp pain, like a cramp and he let out a sharp howl.

 

“OOOOWWWW, OOOOWWWW, OOOOWWWW!!!!!”

 

Elizabeth grinned as she informed him that this sharp pain was her massive cock slamming into his cervix. This was another silent reminder to both, that a caution needed to be taken.

 

After what seemed like endless hours of Elizabeth pounding his pussy and cervix, Scott felt her cock on the verge of exploding and accepted his fate. Right before Elizabeth was able to cum, she quickly pulled out of Scott and pushed him to his knees, spun him around and coated his entire face with warm, sticky cum. With cum now dripping from Scott’s hair and face her was left speechless, nauseated, and immediately began dry heaving. He tried his best to get as much of it off as him as possible but couldn’t avoid tasting some of it. It instantly reminded him of some sort of butter or bone marrow, but he refused to allow himself to accept that. Elizabeth then exited the shower with a smirk on her face, leaving Scott to scrape cum out his hair and clean himself out again.

 

The next morning Elizabeth began working on her contingency plan in case something like this occurred and it was time to put things in motion. She dreaded the cost, but she really had no choice now. 

 

"Fifty Thousand Dollars! That’s robbery!" Elizabeth told the little, geeky-looking guy sitting across from her in the booth. The thin young man with the bad case of acne and ill-fitting glasses glanced around the restaurant nervously.

 

"Keep your voice down," he whispered. "The price is more than reasonable, considering the work I’ll have to put into this project—and remember, the documents won’t be fake, they’ll be absolutely genuine, unlike my competitors. Any check of the records will verify everything down to the last detail."

 

"Yeah, but it’s still a LOT of money," Elizabeth objected.

 

"Maybe, but I’m also taking a big risk here," the man replied. "Besides, there is the follow-up service to think of. Nobody else does that, and it’s all part of the package."

 

Elizabeth stared at the thin guy for a moment, trying to make up her mind. Fifty thousand would take about ¾ of their assets, although Elizabeth was now making a lot more money and could have probably gotten the money within a few weeks, she would either have to pull a few strings or ask for a payroll advance, it was still a lot of money. On the other hand, they needed the new identification "Joe" could provide, and if he was as good as he said he was she wouldn’t have to be constantly looking over her shoulder in the future or wonder whether a cop would spot something odd during a routine traffic stop.

 

"Joe"—Elizabeth didn’t know his real name—was reputed to be the best of the best when it came to fake identification. He was incredibly thorough, changing the underlying records to match the documents he provided. The Social Security Administration, IRS, county birth records, hospital records, financial, employment, educational and medical records would all be accessed and "modified." Hell, he was even able to create immunization records, library cards, and Costco membership. Finally, and this was a unique twist, "Joe" would give Elizabeth two addresses to use where she could direct inquiries such as requests for verification, and he would respond appropriately, using fake letterhead stationery where necessary, to provide or verify any information requested about Scott. In the end that was what decided it for her.

 

"OK," she sighed. "I guess it is worth it."

 

"It will take about two weeks to get everything set up, and I’ll need two pictures of her, head on and profile, preferably on disc, and a full set of fingerprints. Here’s the cards and an instruction sheet."

 

"Do what you can without the pictures and prints for now. I want to wait as long as I can for the photos," Elizabeth told him.

 

"OK. Send a wire into this account," Joe instructed, sliding a small piece of paper across the table.

 

Elizabeth picked it up and glanced at it before folding it and placing it in her purse. "I’ll make the transfer tomorrow," she assured him.

 

For the rest of the week, Elizabeth stayed late at work to iron out the remaining details of this part of her plan, and by Friday evening she was satisfied that things were coming along nicely. There were still one or two major hurdles to overcome, but she couldn’t rush them. When she got home from work Scott was ready to go as she had instructed. He was dressed casually, wearing all the elements of his disguise, which now included a wide one-inch-thick strip of foam rubber wrapped around his waist to eliminate his hourglass figure.

 

As they made their way to the car, Scott started heading to the driver’s side, but with only a glare from Elizabeth, he stopped in his tracks. Scott sat in the passenger seat as his wife drove them to a small, family-style restaurant a few miles from home with a help wanted sign on the window. During the short trip Scott told Elizabeth that he will give his notice to Robert once he delivers the order to Jan at Sportswoman, he would be done. He also had one or two leads on a new job, but nothing firm yet. Elizabeth advised him to find something temporary for the time being, and once everything settles, he could look for something more permanent later. An anxious expression crossed Scott’s face at that remark.

 

"Why only a temporary job?" He asked nervously.

 

Elizabeth glanced at him and smiled. "I’ll explain later, but I have a surprise—something I want to show you after we eat," she replied mysteriously.

 

Scott pressed his wife to tell him more during dinner, but she steadfastly refused and there was nothing he could do but wait. Scott protested and slammed his now petite fist on the table and sharply snapped at her in a quiet voice, “What is it with you women that make you want to win every petty squabble”. As he sat there fuming, she sat passively eating. He really wasn’t hungry himself, in fact he hadn’t had much of an appetite since their mysterious metamorphosis, but Elizabeth was famished, and she packed enough away for the both of them while Scott just picked at his food. After they finished Elizabeth insisted on dessert and coffee and Scott was forced to wait another fifteen minutes.

 

When she finally finished Elizabeth paid the bill and escorted her now sheepishly looking husband back to their car. She began driving out of the city and Scott looked at her quizzically.

 

"Well, are you going to tell me your big secret?" He asked.

 

"Yeah, I guess this is as good a time as any," she replied then began:

 

"I think it’s pretty obvious now what is happening to you," she began. "Now, the question is: Where do we go from here? We can just do nothing, in which case we’ll soon have a major problem, and all your friends and coworkers will know your truth, or we can go somewhere to ‘transition,’ and you can assume a new identity. Afterwards you can rejoin society and we can hope to lead relatively normal lives."

 

"We CAN’T just give up!" Scott objected strongly, raising his voice. But when he did his voice cracked and went up nearly a full octave, not unlike his early teen years when he was going through puberty, except that now it was headed in the opposite direction. Scott blushed and was very embarrassed and he cleared his throat and continued in a more fabricated manly voice:

 

"You could try wishing us back again, or maybe we could see a doctor . . ."

 

Elizabeth just convincingly shook her head. "Babe, I HAVE tried wishing us back—at least a dozen times! I—I never meant for this to go this far, and I certainly never wanted to change myself! I really don’t think my little wish had anything to do with this, and as for a doctor—what could any doctor do for us? There’s no way a surgeon could transplant my, ah, equipment into you, or vice-versa. The only thing a doctor could do is prescribe hormones which would just fuck both of us up, and that wouldn’t begin to solve the problem. For instance, hormones wouldn’t restore your height. At best you’d wind up as a short, masculine looking woman."

 

"But our lives! Our friends, your promotion, our home—What are we going to do?" Scott asked softly as tears began forming in his eyes.

 

"We’ll have to sell our home and move. I can still commute to my job. Plus, we really need my income to get by for the time being." his wife replied. "Neither of us has any family, and we haven’t seen much of our friends lately anyway. I’ve already looked into selling the house and I’m sure we can get a good price for it in this market, but I’ll have to act fast—before you change too much. I’ve also talked to a man about altering you’re records and providing us with new identification for you. He’s good—very good, and as soon as we provide him with fingerprints and some photos he’ll provide new birth certificates, driver’s license, social security card—everything we need to start fresh. And the best thing is, the actual records will be changed too. You’ll be able to pass as normal people without fear of being discovered.

 

"As for the rest of it . . . I’m taking you to see a place that I’ve already leased. It’s a large cottage by a lake and it’s quite isolated. It’ll be a perfect place to hole up while you, ah, transition." 

 

The cottage turned out to be a magnificent, nicely furnished place with an enormous kitchen at the end of a dirt road, about thirty miles from the city. It was set on a hill that was one of a series of slopes that completely ringed a small lake. The hills were all covered with pine trees, and the only other cottage visible was directly across the lake, perhaps ¾ of a mile away. Elizabeth showed Scott around the outside before going in, and Scott saw that the cottage had a large deck overlooking the lake and a narrow path leading to a small boat house at the shore. The cottage was about a hundred feet above the lake and the view from the deck was spectacular. Scott also noted that the lake side of the cottage was dominated by large windows, and that there was a small balcony on the second floor. Just enough trees were cut to allow an obstructed vision of the lake, and Scott imagined that the cottage would be hard to see, especially since it was painted in a shade that nearly matched the surrounding pines. 

 

Inside, the house was neatly furnished in a comfortable but functional manner, with blended earth-tone hues and an open floorplan. The first floor consisted of a spacious kitchen and dinette, a full bath, and a large great room with a door that led to the deck. The second floor had a large bedroom overlooking the lake and a smaller one in the rear. Each bedroom had its own bathroom with a standing shower and a tub. The cottage was stocked with its own linens, dishes, and cookware, and it looked ready to occupy.

 

"I leased it for four months, until the end of May," Elizabeth told her husband as they walked out onto the small balcony that overlooked the deck and the lake.

 

"Why so long? It must be very expensive." Scott responded.

 

"Actually, it wasn’t bad," Elizabeth told him. "It’s the off-season, and the owner was glad to have somebody rent it out. I was able to negotiate the owner down to half his normal rate. Do you like it? Personally, I’d rather be here than holed up in our little bungalow surrounded by our community."

 

"It’s pretty nice," Scott replied, "But we’ll be a little off the beaten track."

 

"That’s the whole idea," Elizabeth told him. "We need someplace to get through these changes without anyone seeing; Someplace we can be alone. This is about the most isolated place I could find without getting too far away. I’ll still need to go into work of course," she explained.

 

“But its spacious and private and is perfect for decompressing.”

 

"So, when does this all happen?" Scott asked.

 

"Next week, actually. In the meantime, we have to pack what we’re bringing with us—mostly clothes and personal items—then we have to pick up supplies, put the house up for sale, and dispose of our furniture."

 

"What about me getting a job, how—"

 

"SCOTT, I told you it would be temporary. I figure you have two weeks at the most before you . . . before you won’t be able to, ah, pass as a man. You’re changing much faster now. After that, well you’ll probably need some time to grow accustomed to a lot of new things," Elizabeth said tenaciously, looking him right in the eye.

 

Scott wilted under her gaze, and he lowered his eyes and contemplated what his wife had just told him. The worst part of it was, she was right. he was being transformed about twice as fast since his nightmare started. He could see it every time he looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt it in the strange new sensations he was experiencing. Scott’s mind immediately started racing through different ways he can get retribution or revenge, but he would have to wait for the right opportunity.