Wife Gets Even

Paula said, "Your employer was nice enough to tell me what style the both of you chose so I am going to get started."

There was no use trying to explain. Some of the other women who had noticed my corset and the small protrusions sticking out of my chest had given me what they thought were furtive glances. I could tell they were eyeballing me but no one had yet made any comments.

Then Paula quipped, "I wonder what that sexy corset looks like on you without your shirt covering it up."

"It certainly made my skinny."

"I would say shapely."

My reddening face was the only response I could muster.

Paula started getting her work area ready. As she buttoned a protective cape on me she asked, ''Do you want to know what I am doing to your hair or would you prefer to be surprised?"

"I guess you can keep me in suspense and surprise me."

"Okay. First I have to wax your eyebrows then I will get started on your hair. You have a nice full head of hair and length to work with so that's good."

My hair had grown past my ears and down to the top of my shoulders. It is very curly so it had been easy just to let it grow awhile. However, I now wished I had cut it short before losing this last bet. Paula waxed my eyebrows and by the work she was doing to the bottom of my brows I knew I was going to have much thinner and arched brows when she was finished. Paula then cut and added some color highlights to my hair. I knew when the week was up I was going to have to shave it almost completely off to get it to look like a man's style. I was starting to get a little perturbed with Amy because even though I had been demeaning I had not made her drastically change her looks like she was forcing on me.

Complete and utter shock are the only words I could use to explain what I saw in the mirror after Paula was finished with my hair. I now had sweeping bangs and a long curly, asymmetrical bob that looked completely feminine. The style had somehow softened my face and I looked more like a woman than a man. I could not speak.

Paula said, "I think it looks awesome." We will do your makeup and you will look fabulous!"

Makeup. Shit. I had forgot about that. If the makeup artist was half as good as Paula, I knew I was going to look nothing but pretty when she was finished. How could Amy be doing this to me! Paula walked me to another room and instructed me to wait for Ellen, the makeup artist. Ellen walked in a minute later and caught me playing with my hair and trying to see the back of my head.

"Paula did an awesome job with your hair. Very edgy."

"Um, yes."

Ellen went right o work on my face. When she started doing my eyes she said, "Your employer wants you to wear false eyelashes but that takes some practice. I could do some eyelash extensions and then you would not have to worry about trying to put on false lashes everyday."

Not knowing what this really meant, I agreed. I could feel heaviness on my eyelids when Ellen was through doing the extensions. As Ellen continued she explained what she was doing and told me it was going to take some practice to be able to do this by myself everyday. She suggested I come in tomorrow for another longer lesson. Remembering that Amy told me I was responsible for my own makeup after today I asked Ellen to make a home visit tomorrow instead so I would not have to go out in public. Ellen was nice enough to agree to come help me.

After about a half hour Ellen turned me around to see myself. I was shocked. I was staring back a good-looking woman. There was still a hint of masculinity in my face but with the feminine hairstyle and thin, arched eyebrows, and makeup on first glance I saw a woman. On close inspection I could see that people would know I was a man but someone making a passing glance certainly would not have a clue. Ellen took of my cape and I realized my clothes did not match my face. The corset gave me a feminine shape but my male clothes provided a contrast to my fully made up face.

I made a plan to get my coat on and walk out as quickly as possible.

Ellen said, "You look great. We have one more thing we need to do before you leave."

Ellen walked me to a back room and helped me take my shirt off. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and saw that I looked even more like a woman with just the corset covering my upper body. Ellen began loosening the corset and I immediately thought that Amy was done making her point and the whole thing was over. I was snapped back to reality when Ellen asked me to lie down on a massage table. She then lowered the corset off my chest. She then started applying a cold substance to my chest. She then placed a very realistic looking breast over my left nipple. She held it firmly in place for a moment. I closed my eyes and thought how could Amy be going this far? Ellen placed the other breast on me. She took some time to smooth the edges down flat on my skin. She brushed a little makeup over the edges of the forms so they blended in with my skin. She then held a mirror so I could see what she had glued to me. I saw a pair of smallish but perfectly shaped boobs. They looked completely real! Ellen had me sit up and I could feel the weight of the breasts as they jiggled but stayed firmly attached to me. Ellen pulled the corset back up over my breast and tightened the laces. I stood up and saw I now had boobs. Thanks to the corset they were more pronounced and I had some major cleavage too.

Ellen said, "Wow. That really makes a difference. You have some nice girls now...

You know, I am through and it's time for you to go but you are going to look a little silly in the same clothes you walked in wearing. If you want I can see if anyone has something you can borrow to go home in...maybe a simple sweater and pants that match your face and body a little better?"

I just wanted to get the hell home and start my week of hell but maybe Ellen was right. It might be less conspicuous if I had some female clothes to wear.

"Okay."

"Let me see what I can do for you."

Ellen came back a few minutes later. She showed me a pair off jeans, a simple sweater and a pair of booties with a three-inch heel.

"Try these on."

I reluctantly slipped on the clothes. The jeans seemed long until a put the boots on and saw that the boot cut fell over the booties just right. The sweater clung to my sucked in shape. I wasn't happy but I knew I was better off trying to pass as a woman than wearing my clothes and looking like some bizarre cross between a man and a woman. Ellen said I looked better than most women. I did not know how to respond to her comment so I just thanked her and headed out to my car. I tried to take my time and take small steps and walk like a woman but I couldn't get to my car fast enough.

Thankfully, I made it home without incident. I had about two hours to get into my uniform and complete the chores Amy had written down and to make dinner. I went into the spare bedroom where Amy had left my uniform. I was hoping the uniform Amy had purchased was too small and I would have an excuse not to wear it. On the contrary Amy had purchased the perfect sizes. The top was just tight enough to cling to my corseted body and it left my boobs popping out over the lace covered v-neck. The skirt billowed out a bit but it barely covered my ass and tiny apron was actually shorter than the skirt so that didn't help cover me at all. Of course the monster platform heels gripped my feet perfectly. As I stood up to get a look at myself in a mirror I found myself getting a little turned on by the feel of the black stockings on my smooth legs. I let out an audible gasp when I saw my reflection. I looked totally hot. The heels put me up to six feet tall but they also gave my legs a sexy shape and lifted my butt. I could not believe the transformation I had just gone through.

The buzzing of my cell phone snapped me out of my trance. Amy had texted me. She was wondering how my day was going and said she could not wait to have dinner and... dessert. Typing with nails is difficult but I told her everything was fine and I was looking forward to serving her. I knew Amy wanted me to feel the degradation that she had felt, but I also knew she was going to be shocked at my transformation. She was not going to find her husband when she came home. She was about to meet a tall, sexy maid. I took some time to practice walking in my heels before doing my chores and cooking dinner. I managed to get everything accomplished just about ten minutes before Amy was due home. In her last text message she had requested that I send her a picture of me in uniform but I ignored her request. I wanted her to see face to face everything she had done to me.

When I opened the door for Amy holding a drink for her, Amy could not maintain her poker face. Her mouth fell open. I knew she was shocked and surprised at what she saw. I handed her the drink and she stepped inside the house. It took a moment before she said anything. She then gathered herself and took on her master of the house persona.

"Hi, Joanna. I hope dinner is ready. I had a rough day, and I am ready to sit down and eat a nice meal in peace."

"Yes. It is all ready."

Bouncing on my feet in the girliest way I could, I quickly moved ahead of Amy into the kitchen. I pulled out her chair for her a presented the dinner she had requested, a rather simple chicken and broccoli dish. I stood over her in silence, as I had required her to do during her servitude while she ate. Midway through her meal she requested another drink.

"Move that sexy ass of there and get me another glass of wine." I love your hair by the way. It frames your face well. And you smell so pretty too."

Amy had instructed me to use the same perfume I had insisted she wear when our roles were reversed.

"Thank you." Will there be anything else?"

As I placed the wine in front of her Amy grabbed my panty-covered ass.

"After I am finished with dinner clean up and meet me in the bedroom. I need a massage."

Amy finished her dinner and I cleaned up. I walked into the bedroom to find Amy on our bed naked on her stomach.

"Joanna, use those magic hands and give me a massage and start a bath for me." Be careful not to let those boobs pop out of your top when you lean over me."

I could feel my breasts bounce as I walked and as they did they tugged on my own nipples and that sensation was sending erotic chills through my body. I gave Amy a wonderful massage being careful not to dig into her skin with my long nails. I then helped her bathe. I dried her off and put lotion on her. The feel of her soft skin was driving me wild. Amy then had me follow her into the bedroom. She lied down and told me to get busy with my tongue and really service her. I must have eaten her delicious vag for a half hour. Amy fell asleep quite satisfied and I went to sleep in the spare bedroom as previously instructed. I was happy to get out of the corset for the night. Amy had left me a racy teddy for me to wear to bed. I thought I could regain some form of my masculine self but it was hard to do with breasts poking out of such a soft, sheer piece of lingerie. I took my makeup off but what I was somewhat surprised to see the length of my lashes. I thought I must have not removed all the mascara but after wiping them with makeup remover several times I came to the conclusion it was the extensions. There was no getting way from the fact I had thick long lashes even without mascara. I might manage to hide my breasts but there was no way I could go out in public with these eyes and hair and look like a man.

After a restless night of sleep I made sure I was up earlier than Amy so I could shower, shave, and dress in my uniform as instructed. When I greeted Amy with her coffee I apologized for not having my makeup done and further explained I had an appointment to help me with that later.

"Well I see you put on the false lashes and mascara."

I did not want to tell her I had lash extensions so I simply agreed with her.

As I served Amy breakfast she mentioned that Judy was coming over for drinks after dinner. I swallowed hard and smiled. I did not want Judy to see me like this and I prayed that Jim was not joining her.

"Too bad Jim is out of town for work this week. I am sure he would get hard over seeing such a sexy chick like you."

Amy went off to work and I did some chores until Ellen came by later in the morning. She spent an hour with me teaching me how to do my makeup. I was going to have to practice much more to get my face to look as pretty as Ellen made it but I thought I could get it close to her perfection. I found myself wanting to look like she had made me up the previous day. Why did I want to look pretty? After some practice Ellen finished off my look and I ended up looking just as hot as the day before.

Amy got home from work and I served her dinner and gave her a back massage. I then heard the doorbell and I looked at Amy hoping for some clue as to who I was at the door.

"That should be Judy. Go answer the door, Joanna."

I sauntered over to the door and opened it for Judy, trying to hide behind the door as much as I could while opening it.

Judy got a look at me and her mouth almost hit the floor.

She screamed, "Holy shit! I can't believe this! Why, Joanna! You look gorgeous...and hot!"

Judy walked in and put her hand on my face, swishing back my hair and exposing my long earrings in the process.

"I love your hair! And those legs...my god!

"Thank you. May I get you a drink?"

"You sure can, babe!"

I got the feeling Judy and Amy were going to be doling out plenty of abuse tonight.

Judy and Amy had a few drinks and Judy continually made sexual comments about my feminine look. I tolerated her comments as best as I could. At one point I tried to act like I was interested in getting some attention by flirting with her.

She retorted, "Wow. Joanna, do you want me to fuck that hot ass?"

I decided it was best to not entice her anymore after that comment.

Luckily Amy had to work in the morning so she and Judy called it a night. I walked Judy to the door and Amy went to bed. As I was walking Judy to the door she put her arm around me and caressed my body.

"Ohh, you are so soft and smooth. I told you payback would be a bitch. Now you are the bitch. I must say you are handling those heels quite well."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome...Hey, if Amy doesn't want to make you her bitch I will be happy to do that for you."

I knew the alcohol was talking for Judy now so I told her to have a good night and let her leave but I could sense that Judy was not just busting on me, she was a little turned on.

Amy called to me from the bedroom. She was already naked.

"Get to work and make me happy with that tongue of yours, Joanna."

I did my best to put Amy over the top. Her wetness and moaning told me I was doing a good job. After about a half hour Amy abruptly told me to stop. She told me to get her some more wine from the kitchen. I got up, still in my heels and uniform and went to the kitchen. I had to open another bottle so it took a few minutes. As I walked out of the kitchen with Amy's glass of wine I looked up to see her standing in the living room and watching me. She was wearing one of my tee shirts and a pair of my underwear. I could see a bulge popping protruding from the front of her underwear. She had a half drunk, half devious smile as she looked at me with lustful eyes.

One night during the week of her servitude I had been particularly demeaning and had Amy get on all fours in the living room and I fucked her from behind. I got the feeling that Amy was reenacting that scene except I was about to be the receiver.

"Come over here, now!"

Amy 's voice was full of control and demand. I walked over and Amy took the wine from me. She wasted no time grabbing me and spinning me around so my back was to her. This caused me to slip down to one knee.

Amy chirped, "Stay right there, Honey."

I felt Amy press her hand on my back.

"Move over here and stay on your hands and knees."

She was pointing to the exact spot I had fucked her the previous week.

"Time for you to feel what it's like to have no control."

I pleaded, "Amy, I know I was rough but I thought you enjoyed it."

"You thought I enjoyed being your sex toy on demand? Did it occur to you that maybe I was tired or just needed a little love first? Joanna has been really good at attending to my needs. I wish you were more like her."

"Okay, I will be. I promise."

"Good for you. But I am still going to fuck you now."

Amy pulled down my thong and mounted me. I felt the tip of her strap on poking at my opening. She spread my cheeks with her hands and stuck the dick in me. Thankfully she took her time. I could tell it was well lubricated too. She worked a couple inches in and out of me.

"Doesn't that feel great, Babe?"

Before I could answer she plunged into me. After an initial burst of pain I realized I liked the sensation. I looked back to see the strap on was double ended so as she pounded me she was fucking herself too. She slowly moved the dick in and out of me. She then quickened the pace and plunged into me repeatedly. With each thrust she was hitting my prostate. The combination of not ejaculating in three days and the wave of pleasure I felt as my prostate was massaged was putting me over the edge. I began to rock back to meet her thrusts. Amy noticed I was enjoying getting nailed.

"Oh, good girl. You are taking this like a pro. You love being my little bitch, don't you?"

I mumbled, "Oh, yes."

Amy put her hands on my hips and fucked me for a few more minutes until she climaxed at the same time I exploded in the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Amy collapsed on me causing me to lie flat on my stomach. Amy caught her breath and then pulled out of me.

"Make sure you have my coffee and breakfast ready by eight."

Amy left me lying on the carpet. I was tired but also incredibly satisfied. Amy had just fucked me and I had thoroughly enjoyed it, no I had loved it! There was no way I could admit this to Amy. I fell asleep on the carpet. The sunrise peaking through the window woke me up. I could not believe I had slept so soundly. I had to rush to get cleaned up and changed but I made myself presentable in time to bring Amy her coffee and breakfast.

Amy was kind and talkative as she got ready for work. I think she was feeling some remorse for the previous night but I also thought she was being kind in a flirty way. I could not put my finger on it but something was different. I was snapped out of that thought by Amy's request for dinner. I knew we didn't have all the ingredients needed so that meant having to leave the house to visit a grocery store. I mentioned this to Amy hoping she would go for me. She declined but gave me permission to take off my maid's uniform and wear something else. That was not much solace for me.

As Amy left for work she mentioned, "Judy is off today. Maybe she can help you. In the meantime keep shaking that ass. You are really rocking those heels now."

Amy shut the door and I thought about what she said. I looked down at my stance and noticed it was decidedly feminine. I realized in just a few days I was walking, standing, and moving in naturally feminine ways. I did not even think about it, I was just doing it. I no longer was conscious about my breasts sticking out but I did like the feel of them bouncing and gently tugging on my own nipples. In the shower I caught myself massaging my breasts and fantasizing about having real tits. What was gong on here? Did the clothes really make the man or woman?

I waited until mid-morning to call Judy. I thought she might be sleeping off last night's drinks and I didn't want to wake her. I told her my dilemma about needing to go to the store.