Reversals Ch. 13

"You do want to be a better wife to me don't you? A better mother to our daughters?" she asked him.

He opened his mouth unsure of what to say then simply nodded as best he could while she held him.

"It really is time for womyn to take control," she said, grasping his chin a bit firmer. "Men are essentially obsolete," she told him. "Don't be a relic, Eric. Embrace the future."

Eric nodded again, mesmerized by the power and sexuality Julia held over him.

"What are you?" she asked, staring into his eyes, seeing both fear and desire reflected there as he considered the answer.

"Wife and homemaker," he replied.

"What else?" she demanded.

He looked confused for a moment, then took an uneven, nervous breath. "Mother," he said, knowing what she wanted to hear.

Julia smiled back at him approvingly, reveling in the victory of his compliance and surrender. "So, I'll ask you again and I expect to hear you answer, do want to be a better wife to me, a better homemaker, and a better mother to our daughters?"

Eric considered it for a moment, concerned that he was going to regret wherever she was taking them. Still, there seemed to be only one answer he could give. "Yes," he said softly, nodding in agreement. "I do. I want to be a better partner for you - homemaker, wife, even... mother. If that's what you want, then that's what I want."

"Good," she said cheerfully, her smile changing to something more smug and haughty. She sat back down at the table, relaxing. "You'll be happy to know then, that the medical group I mentioned before can help you realize those goals."

"What?" Eric's heart rate spiked, more from fear than excitement. He knew he was in trouble. But was it even possible to stop Julia any longer?

"Well, since you failed as a man and provider I had to give up my dream of staying with our daughters," she said with measured words and a quiet indignation. "I can't be a stay-at-home mom. I don't get to nourish our daughters or bond with them like I wanted. You denied our daughters a natural and loving bond. They don't get to suckle at their mother's breast because of your lies and laziness. Your actions practically condemned them to bottle feedings."

"I... I am so sorry," he said sincerely.

Julia's expression changed to something smug and cruel as she stared at him. "It's okay, Eric. Because you're going to make up for it," she said firmly. "Personally."

"I... I don't understand," he said.

"Well, that's where the medial group fits in," she replied calmly.

Eric grimaced with confusion and fear.

"They're going to make it possible for you to be a proper wife and mother."

"W... what? How?" he asked, perplexed.

"Their going to make you lactate, Eric," she said matter-of-factly.

His eyes had a vacant, distant look at first while he tried to make sense of Julia's words. Then suddenly, his face wrenched into disbelief as denial and panic began setting in.

"It's only fair," she said, sincerely. "Since I have to work and can't breastfeed our daughters properly the responsibility falls to you. You've agreed to be homemaker, wife, and mother. It only makes sense. Besides that, you're the one who caused the problem to begin with. You need to fix it."

"B... But, I can't! I don't... I don't have tits!" he blurted in panic.

"You can be upgraded," she said calmly.

Eric shook his head rapidly back and forth, mumbling and stammering incoherently, befuddled and flustered.

She watched him for a few moments before deciding to put a quick and decisive end to it. "Stop it!" Julia yelled, slapping her hand on the table. "Get ahold of yourself!" she demanded, watching him as his lip quivered. "Crawl over here and kiss my feet!" she commanded.

Trembling, quietly, he crawled forward, obeying and pressed his lips to her shoes, placing small kisses on the laces of each.

"I thought you said you've changed, Eric!" she said pointedly. "That you wanted to figure out how to fit in. Well, this is it! This is your answer! This is how you fit in!"

"But, female hormones? I don't-"

"No! They use cutting edge technology, very high-tech. But what does it matter? Even if they were using female hormones, so long as medical professionals were involved to properly monitor them, they could only be beneficial. The less masculinity in you the better as far as I'm concerned."

"But-"

"But nothing!" she said. "You were right about one thing - the world is different. People have evolved past whatever narrow minded ideas of maleness and gender you have," she insisted. "So what if you slide more towards the feminine? So what if you leave some of your maleness behind? If you end up with tiny, little boobies it'll be an improvement. What does it matter?"

Eric said nothing, not wanting to anger her further.

"You should be thrilled at the bond you'll be able to have with our daughters, that should be enough! And you'd be pleasing me! Those are what you should focus on! That's what's important!"

Eric pressed his lips to Julia's shoes again and kissed them, fighting back tears, trying to hide his face, not wanting her to see how broken he was, so confused he couldn't think straight anymore. He might not be able to go through with whatever she had planned but fighting with her seemed pointless. He needed time to think but even with his face buried in her feet he could sense she was staring at him, expecting a response.

"You're the boss," he said simply, struggling to keep his voice from wavering. "If you want me to have... make it so I can... for our daughters... I..." He struggled inside, wishing desperately for something stronger to assert itself to reject the whole idea but it wasn't there. He sniffed in the scent of her shoes instead - warm leather and dyes with the faintest scent of her feet within, intoxicating. He raked at the carpet, biting in with his fingers in frustration. She owed him. "Okay," he finally said. "If that's what you truly want."

Julia's anger dissipated quickly, replaced with a sense of power and accomplishment. The worm was her's to command. He didn't have the will to stop her anymore. That seemed fairly certain now. She could redefine his masculinity, likely alter him as much as she wanted, make him more pleasing, more feminine. Wife, homemaker, and mother were good things after all. Feminizing him was helping him, enhancing him, altering him to better fit his new life. She smiled broadly at the thought.

"Perhaps you have changed," she said with a lilt in her voice.

He looked up from the floor and nodded, biting his lip for fear of saying the wrong thing, hoping she would be kind.

"Maybe I can ease up on you a bit after all, start expanding your roles of wife and homemaker. There's a lot more you should be doing, like food shopping and meal planning. You should be doing more for my clothing too, like caring for the dry-cleaning, getting better at hand washing my panties, polishing my shoes, those types of things. I still want you to start doing my nails soon too. So many things to do," she said.

"Okay," Eric said contritely, nodding, trying to smile. "Those are ways to fit in. I like constructive things."

"Embrace the changes," she said.

"I will," he said, almost too quickly, trying to convince himself as well as her.

"Good. I have a list of things for you to do today then, starting with driving me to work. We'll use my car. You can get groceries with it afterwards, I'll give you a list." Julia stared at him, wanting to gauge his reaction to her next bit of news. "We're going to sell your car," she said. "With my work and personal cars, we don't need a third vehicle. I'm not paying for it any longer. Besides, if you ever decide to walk out on me again you'll do just that - walk. Try taking one of my cars without permission and I'll have you arrested for auto theft."

Eric nodded, gritting his teeth in silence, knowing she meant it. He wasn't sure if they could actually arrest him or not but only Julia's name would be on the cars so it might be possible. With his luck a female cop would arrest him, a female prosecutor would bring charges, and a female judge would find him guilty. With women slowly taking over why risk it? Losing his car was another step towards making him totally dependent on her, another chain, more control. As much as his rational mind hated it, his developing submissive side loved it in equal measure, maybe more. That part of him wanted to help her forge the chain, knowing that every link made it harder to ever escape her.

"I laid an outfit out for you this morning. In the bedroom, on my bed," she said, returning to her breakfast, taking another small bite of the omelet.

"An outfit?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, to drive me to work in," she said. "I'm an executive. There are standards to maintain. I can't have my wife running around like a slob. Now, go get dressed."

Eric got off his knees and walked into the bedroom with trepidation, his steps slowing as he approached the clothing on the bed. Draped over the bottom edge was a fancy looking white shirt laying over what appeared to be a pair of black slacks, neither of which he recognized. Far more alarming though was what sat, neatly folded, on top of the slacks - the same red, silk panties with rose-pattern brocade that he had planned on taking with him as a memento when he tried to leave Julia, the same pair she made him wear once before!

"Problem?" Julia asked startling him. He twisted around quickly, looking at her with a pained expression, not having heard her walk into the room.

He pointed behind him, at the clothes, while facing her, the expression he wore still pained, almost comical looking. "All that?" he asked.

Julia nodded, smiling.

Eric walked up to the clothing and gently lifted the shirt off the bed, examining it. It looked oddly cut, everything seemed a little off - too pointy a collar, a slightly pinched waist, a flare at the hips. The buttons were even stranger, clustered in groups of three rather than being evenly spaced. They looked plain wrong, even perplexing, until he realized all the buttons were on the wrong side of the shirt, attached on the left rather than the right like they should have been. He quickly twisted around to see Julia grinning as he began to blush.

"This isn't a man's shirt - is it?" he said.

She shook her head, grinning, pursing her lips in amusement at his predicament.

He turned back around to look at the slacks, picking them up, quickly finding the zipper on the side rather than the front, realizing in that moment that they were women's slacks! He flipped back around again to see Julia beaming with amusement while his cheeks burned hot from shame. She had given him an entire outfit of women's clothing to wear!

"Oh, almost forgot," she said. Reaching into her closet, bending over, she retrieved a pair of black shoes that looked a lot like a pair of Oxfords he owned except these had what looked like almost three inch block heels on them! She placed them at the foot of the bed, adding them to the outfit. On casual inspection, from the front anyway, they might pass for men's shoes but, given the high heel, clearly they weren't.

"Why?!" he asked with a whisper of grief, red faced from shame, looking like tears were about to start falling.

Julia's expression shifted, getting more serious. "Because you're not a man anymore. Because you're my wife and I told you to start thinking more like a womon. And maybe the most important reason - because I want you to! I like the idea of putting you in womyn's clothing."

Eric looked miserable but resigned to his fate, haplessly shrugging his shoulders as he plucked the delicate panties off the bed then shook them open. "People are going to think I'm some kind of sissy girly boy," he lamented.

"You're my sissy girly boy," Julia said with some measure of pride in her accomplishment. "Let your feminine side out," she urged, "embrace her, nurture her."

He dipped his head, unable to look Julia in the eyes. It felt like he was at another crossroads, another barrier, about to be crossed, that might just erase what little of his old self still existed. What was she turning him into? Julia had been telling him all along that she planned on changing him, had warned him repeatedly. Where he was now was his fault, he decided. Besides, she owned him, he reminded himself. If she wanted to crossdress him, then so be it. He really wasn't much of a man anyway, that seemed more obvious every day.

"Well? Get dressed then," she commanded.

Reluctantly, he dropped the robe, thankful that his misbehaving cock was mostly soft for a change, and stepped into the panties. Julia looked on eagerly as he pulled them up to his waist. It felt so wrong and deviant to be wearing Julia's panties, his cheeks burning from the embarrassment of having something so utterly girly on.

He quickly grabbed the slacks next, hoping to cover the shame of the panties. They were far snugger than he expected, the slacks hugging his legs like a second skin while he tugged them into place. It was something he wasn't used to at all, form hugging slacks, more feminine guile for enhancing sexual appeal. Once the legs were finally situated, he fumbled with the zipper on the side for a bit, jerking on the slacks, fighting with them, until finally the zipper locked into place.

"Not bad, for a male anyway," Julia said, looking over the skin tight slacks, tugging on them in a few places to straighten them out better.

The slacks were so form fitting, Eric couldn't help but feel like he was wearing women's tights or pantyhose, something only slightly better than the panties underneath. He was mortified at how he looked in them but grateful, at least, that Julia hadn't forced him into a skirt or dress instead, that may have been too much to bear.

"Now your pretty top," she said.

Words like 'pretty' or 'top' weren't words he ever wanted to use with clothing he wore but he picked up the shirt anyway. It went on normally enough, one arm at a time, but his fingers struggled with the buttons, they were simply on the wrong side. It was a funny thing how muscle memory worked, he thought, the fingers on his left hand having no skill at all with something as simple as buttoning a shirt. The fact that his nails were slightly longer and painted with Julia's bright red nail color only added to his misery. Julia, for her part, seemed thoroughly amused at the lack of coordination and fumbling, grinning at every failed, twisted attempt, but eventually one by one all the buttons were finally secured.

"Shoes," Julia directed, cheerfully, pointing to the floor at the feminine, high-heeled, Oxfords.

Eric sat down on the bed wordlessly and slipped his feet into the feminine footwear. They were a bit tight but otherwise easy enough to put on and tie. Other than the crazy height of the heels they were, at least, familiar, until he stood up. Three inch heels were simply not something he was prepared for, most his weight suddenly shifted forward, then back again, awkward teetering followed for a few moments until, thankfully, he fell back to a seated position on the bed.

"Not as easy as it looks, huh?" Julia said, snickering. "Be grateful I didn't start you in stilettos. You'll get used to those quickly enough. They're nothing to walk in," she assured him, extending an arm out to help. "Come on, up."

He stood again, unsteadily at first, using Julia to balance, then took a few careful steps forward on unsteady ankles. She backed away allowing him to find his own balance. It was then that he saw himself in the mirror of Julia's vanity and gasped, his face contorting into sadness and regret looking at the crossdressed, effeminate sissy reflected there. He turned away from the mirror and looked down at himself, scanning up and down, looking at every part of the outfit Julia put him in, then finally stretching his arms out to stare at his nails.

"Your nails are part of the outfit, if you were wondering," Julia said.

"What?! But... In public?! I can't-"

"Of course, you can and you will," Julia said sternly, shutting down debate.

He looked into the mirror again, then carefully moved closer to it as he peered fixedly at the reflection. His shoulders sagged as he dropped his head. There was no denying it - Julia had made a sissy out of him.

"I look terrible," he said dejected.

She came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders to comfort him. It felt soothing, a kindness from the past, something the old Julia might have done. "You look fine to me," she cooed, rubbing his shoulders, providing a brief massage. "It pleases me more than you know," she added, reassuring him, boosting his confidence.

"What am I anymore?" he asked in a whisper, pain tearing at the edges of each word.

"What I want you to be," she answered smirking.

"But-"

She quickly turned him around to face her, almost tripping him in the process as he pivoted about in the unfamiliar heels. "You're going to have a lot more to get used to. This is nothing."

He held his hands up with his polished nails toward her, his eyes pleading.

She arched her eyebrows unsympathetically in return, determined to make him accept a new feminized persona. The more feminine he felt, the more easily she could wreck his masculinity, the easier it would be for him to accept having boobs, the easier it would be to control him.

"I promise I'll put it back on the moment I get back home from dropping you off at work," he said.

"No. It stays on," she said. "In fact, from now on, I expect you to have your nails properly polished all the time, everyday, just like I do," she directed. "It becomes a part of you, permanently, like your tattoo. The only time you're not wearing nail polish is when you're redoing your nails. I want you so used to having your nails painted you'll feel naked without them done."

Eric dropped his hands and head, his heart sank.

"Do you understand?" she asked, demanding an answer.

"Yes," he said nodding, "I understand." He had the posture of somebody defeated. She said she would be cruel, he reminded himself. It was going to be horribly humiliating but it was clearly what she wanted. He needed to do his best to obey and accept it, the most important thing was keeping her happy. He twisted back towards the mirror, wondering if he would ever see himself without painted nails again. He still looked terrible, not very feminine at all, but was almost grateful for his slight build. From a distance, perhaps from behind, people might ignore him, maybe not realize he was a feminized sissy, might think he was an actual girl and entitled to nail polish and high heels. Was it really so horribly bad?

"We're leaving in a few minutes, get ready to go... Erica." And with that, Julia had renamed him. She walked out of the room leaving him to try to absorb everything. He couldn't help but look into the mirror again, at the reflection of the sissy there, wondering how much more Julia would really do to him.

"Don't stand there all day, Erica!" she yelled from the other room.

Carefully, finding his balance, he stumbled out of the room to join her. It was going to be a terrible day.