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I remember when it started, but not how I got here. I baffled my job at the transplant, and was powerless to find bring about. Cindy, my companion, got an exceptional job in the city so we encouraged there. While I tried to find toil I couldn't, so I used up a lot of calculate at home. Cindy was operational 50+ hours a week at her high-powered executive job, so I became a "dwelling husband", trying to keep the domestic event running. Meanwhile Cindy became more and more dominant, and I began to snoop and obey her information; after all she was the main source of income now.
I waited up for her one hours of darkness to come mother country from a "potential" dinner, and when I made a fuss about the period she was getting home, she happening laughing. She was drunk, and happening being very condescending, saying what a woman I had become, fussing and all. She grabbed my limb and said, "Qualification your going to play a role like a lady, you'll have to initiation dressing like a lady. I thought we were vacant to make devotion, but instead she retrieved a duo of panties from her drawer, a ruby thong, and threw them at me, "Deposit them on, girlie."
When I refused I was shocked when she stepped forward and backhanded me across the countenance; I stumbled back and sat on the skirt of the patch. She began screaming at me, asking how provocation I back speech her, and that she was in rush now, and if she hunted me in panties she was going to get it or I could set down for good. I was stunned; she had never been resembling that before. She then made me support around for her, and degraded me by telltale me what a modest woman I made. She then pressed me to my knees and made me thrash her pussy until she came, calling me her 'barely bitch' the whole instance. When she was done I idea it was my go to cum, but when I tried to bake a move she slapped my countenance again and thought, "I don't fuck guys in panties." She even made me sleep curled up at her feet instead of beside her.
Things got inferior after that, and I have to let pass I let them. Each day of the week she turned me less and less manly, until after about three months she declared she was "polished the transformation." I now got up every cock-crow two hours before her, smooth on top my whole mass (except my mane which by now was call boy length), put on my gaff (a contrivance designed to compress my genitals into the negligible package possible and safe it between my legs), did my composition, got dressed (as a rule in a modest maid costume: a unfriendly black dress, black stay-up stockings, matching black push-up bra and thong panties, 4" black prohibitive heels, and of course of action the required apron, sun-hat, and collar), and made her what ever breakfast she unfaltering on the darkness before. I would then give out her breakfast in floor, and when she was done I would prevent her to the bathroom to soak and prepare her for her occupied day. After she was used up I'd spend the time cleaning and preparing for that nights' banquet.
It wasn't enough for her that I looked be fond of a woman, but I had to con like one too. By the close of the three months I had as much as I could become a female, in walk, mannerisms, and tone. She even stopped up calling me my genuine name, and now called me Jenny. She threw out all my guy clothes, gave me a character card, and made me go by a whole spanking female wardrobe - while she watched. It was crushing, because even when the sales girls didn't fulfill I was a male, she told them. Eventually we polished, but not before I felt thoroughly defeated.
Even worse, during the whole schedule my sexual delight was nil. If I made advances lean-to beat me and roughly it was un-ladylike.
So that was my life until yesterday, a pathetic sissy. And then it got not as good as. Of course of action I was when she came family with a enclose. She explained that she enjoyed me being her "pet lesbian", and while I was a lovely little cunt-licker, she needed a good dose of cock. She then slapped me before I could even recommend my services. We must have spent an hour, dip, shaving, trimming, and primping, until she was blissful with how she looked. She then opened the wrap up and pulled out a sexy pallid crushed-cotton full-length sleeveless scoop front dress with buttons all the way up the front. She then slid it over her cranium and onto her still naked mass. She explained that she hoped she wouldn't necessity underwear tonight. She then made me dress up (in the outfit I described before no less) and sent me off to texture preparing dinner.
When the glockenspiel rang promptly at 7, Cindy prepared that I show her guest in. My cheeks burning and my stomach stomach-churning, I opened the entry to find a well-built guy in a affair suit, holding vegetation and a pot of wine. He looked at me strangely, but I somehow managed to ask him in, took his coat, and showed him to the income room where Cindy was stretched out in front of the fire. She crossed the opportunity to meet him; her bulk silhouetted through the material by the fire, and gave him a clasp and a short kiss. He then inquired who her maid was." She then attempt me to release the wine and pour it for them as she told him the whole tale of my transformation. I could have died, the embarrassment was so great. After banquet Cindy ordered me to do the dishes and result in desert into the living wage room in semi an hour.
*** Author's Note: I want to be knowledgeable about how you would like to see this story finish. Does "Jenny" becomes even more sissy, watching Jim seduce his wife and looses what little he still in custody onto of his old self? Does he become Jim's bitch? Takes back his partner? Makes Jim his bitch? I seem forward to consideration your suggestions, and take pleasure in writing for you pleasure.

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