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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 4/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 19:10:03 -0500
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Mmmmmm!" by Vickie Tern, 4/10

                              iv.

Kelly watched Nick closely, saw how various states of 
mind struggled beneath but failed to penetrate his surface 
serenity, hesitated, and made a decision, the biggest of 
the evening.  She'd tell him, mess his mind altogether.
She'd just have to trust that his tranquilizers were enough to
hold him steadily on course.  So she continued casually, 
"Of course there was that side-effect.  You've noticed it.  
I was told that you'd feel less fury, less overwhelming
rage, but also maybe less ... desire.  That you might get an
'erectile dysfunction' Rachel called it.  Become impotent."  

There was no doubt he'd become impotent, she recalled.  Rachel had
grinned wickedly when she'd told Kelly exactly what would happen,
suggesting with her eyebrows that Kelly might want to begin making
other plans for when that happened.  "But he'd still have his uses. 
For example, didn't you once have a girlfriend named Janet?" Rachel
had asked.  Kelly had considered the entire matter carefully, 
and had then grimly nodded her consent.  Then over a glass of sherry 
they'd gotten silly, giggling about the likely expression on Nick's 
face the first time his pecker failed to cooperate.  Kelly'd reported 
each subsequent soft erection or outright failure from then on,
until the topic had grown boring for both of them.

It was out, now.  Keep talking, she told herself, keep him
distracted, let him get used to the idea.  It was all part of
maneuvering him into this different relationship.  "I regret that
part of it of course, I truly do.  You're a lot calmer in bed. 
We've been deprived of those delirious times we used to have.  I've
missed them.  But still, we all have to make sacrifices, and all in
all things between us are a lot better.  We've still had ordinary
sex, while your body still remembered what it once wanted so
desperately.  It's ... well, it's been ordinary, but it's been
sweet, nice, not as much of a strain on either of us as those
frantic things we used to do.  More loving and considerate.  Hasn't
it been nice?  You know it's been nice!  I'll miss it, in a way. 
Because even that's ending now.  That's why we need something to
replace it.  A whole new relationship.  For you to be my new
Janet."

Unbelieving, Nick stared at her.  She'd done this to him?  She'd
known all along why he'd been feeling so docile lately?  So unable
to perform?  She'd deliberately unmanned him?  No wonder she hadn't 
been surprised or distressed when it happened.  And that explains 
why she hadn't gloated either!  It wouldn't have seemed fair!

"You're so much easier to get along with now, honey.  So sweetly
yielding, in so many ways!  Such a pleasure to be with.  Much more
like Janet used to be.  A lot more like Janet.  I like that. 
That's what I've been hoping for.  That's how we can stay together. 
When you become everything Janet was to me, we'll never need to
separate no matter what!"  

Nick continued to stare.  Kelly took no notice.  She was feeling a
little exalted now, all wrapped up in her explanation as she went
on.  She recalled how marvelous he'd felt between her legs this
morning, even when she knew he couldn't breathe and was utterly
dependent on her for everything, desperately eager to get her off
so she'd release him.  She loved that!  Toward the end his head was
heaving frenziedly against her slit and his nose and tongue were
wiping in and out of all her openings down there as if his very
life were at stake!  I suppose it was, he was suffocating, she said
to herself, rather pleased by the idea.  She remembered those
incredible spasms when he seemed to be cramming his face into her,
and those enormous gaspings for air when she finally did release
him -- he might well have been in paradise at that moment too,
knowing that he'd live after all.  And all to please her!  What a
sense of power!  I loved it! I just love it! she told herself.  

It was all so clear.  And so settled!  And as she knew but didn't
really want to tell him just yet, so irreversible.  He had no
choice really, not any more.  It hadn't been her intention
originally, but whenever he'd outraged her she'd given him
double-doses of everything, and now he'd been emasculated for good. 
She'd brought his semen to the lab over a month ago in the best
possible container for preserving its motility, herself, and they'd
told her it was now clear fluid, pure prostate secretions and
nothing else -- no sperm, no hormones, no anything.  His testicles
no longer functioned.  No harm really, they'd never wanted
children, and last year he'd gotten himself a vasectomy  without
her knowledge or consent just to spite her, because he'd seen 
her coo over a friend's newborn baby.  She remembered his smirk 
when he told her what he'd done.  Well, those little tubes he'd 
gotten cut were now empty anyhow.  Connected to nothing.  
His testicles would shrivel away soon.  Probably they'd
already shrunk some.  She hadn't bothered to look.  

As had his sex drive.  He was now a eunuch.  For any sex life at
all from now on, he'd have to become a girl.  She couldn't doubt
that was best for both of them.  In fact, she'd already started him
on light doses of estrogen just to see what would happen, and it
was promising!  It had softened his face a little -- in just the
right light he looked feminine even now.  No breasts yet, but his
nipples were already protruding a bit, she'd noticed, and they'd
become hyper-sensitive.  His body was primed, his figure would come
in quickly once he accepted the inevitable and committed his body
completely to full estrogen therapy.  Though she did want him to
get breast implants right away anyhow -- get him committed, help
him accept the fact that there was no alternative, and start him
experiencing the pleasures of the rest of their lives together.

She stared at his face as he stared back numbly, appalled, unable
yet to grasp the enormity of what he'd just learned.  Yes, his jaw
line was rounder, and his lips were just a touch puffier, softer. 
He'd been attractive as a man, and he was still attractive, but in
this new way.  He could pass for a woman already I bet, she
thought, with the right makeup and clothes!  We'll start him right
away!  He'll love himself, she just knew it!  Would men feel
attracted to her new girlfriend?  Probably.  Would he want to
attract men?  Would she want him to attract men?  

She considered it, then yes, she decided reluctantly.  In a limited
way.  To develop and maintain his own self-respect as a woman and
his pride in his femininity.  To give him an extra zest whenever he
leaves the house, knowing he's made himself beautiful.  But no
serious relationships with men!  And no vagina!  He was hers, and 
he'd remain hers.  He could be like Janet.  Janet had loved to flirt,
loved to tell Kelly how some nights she'd roll around with guys,
making out with them, getting them all sweaty, and then when their
balls were aching suddenly turn away and come home to share it with 
Kelly, to lick her Kelly's lovely clit, and then to fall asleep in 
her lovely Kelly's arms.

Yes.  That would be her gift to Nick, to let him play with his
power over men without risking his dedication to her.  He probably
wouldn't want more than that anyhow.  If even that, he'd never
seemed at all gay.  She'd have to see to it that he wanted that
much, anyway.

But it's better for him to agree to all this, she thought further,
not feel forced into it.  Better for him to choose to be a girl,
not just reconcile himself to it.  She could do more with him more
quickly if he cooperated, if he asked for her help.  Converting
this one time domineering, possessive, hot-tempered, disagreeable,
infuriating husband into an adorable, pussy worshipping darling
girl, a new Janet, that had been an absolutely irresistible
challenge!  Now it was nearly done!  What a final triumph for her
after all those terrible years when they were locked together in
bitter battles of wills, great in bed but otherwise terrible!  And
now they were over!

Help him choose, she decided, but cut him off at the knees.  Let
him know it's useless for him to try to be a man.  To keep
measuring himself against other men the way men always do.  That
he's lost that war already.  That now what he needs is to become
the best woman he can be for me.  To measure himself against other
women and excel at that.  Not against other men.  Not any more.

First though, consolation.  He really did look devastated, the poor
dear.  Wasted.  Not angry, thank goodness for the tranquilizers,
but he might become spiteful despite those tranquilizers if she
didn't bring him around.  

"I know," she said sympathetically.  "I know how you're feeling at
this very moment.  But were there any alternatives for us, honey? 
I'd have left you if we'd done nothing.  I very nearly did, in fact
I did, except for Rachel urging me to give you another chance.  And
I will again tonight, this very night, if you can't see this thing
my way just this once.  I'm thinking of our marriage, of both of
us, of the two of us as a couple, not just of me alone or you
alone.  You need to do the same.  Just think, once you're a girl we
can always be together, no matter what, until we're both old and
doddering.  And the girl sex between us will always be great! 
You've already seen that for yourself."

Finally Nick found his voice.  "Kelly," he began.  "This ... this
thing, what you've done...."

She saw he was finally recovering his balance.  Time to stagger him
again.  Rachel had advised swift and total demolition of his male
ego, his self-confidence, so a different person could rise up from
the ruins, someone more sweet and loving.  She had to be relentless
in order to be kind.  "It's done!  And now I want a sweet, steady,
supportive relationship with you, honey.  I really won't miss the
old days.  All that furious reaching and grasping.  All that
plowing and thrusting of yourself at me, against me, into me,
wrapping yourself around me.  I want something else in my marriage. 
I don't need that from you any more.  I can always get it from
other men."

Now Nick really was speechless!  He couldn't swallow.  He choked. 
He could barely croak it out.  "Other men?  What does that mean? 
Would you want to become ... intimate with other men?"

Kelly had anticipated this moment for weeks.  She looked directly
at him.  Now they would establish their new relationship or else it
was all over.  An assured smile flickered at the corners of her
mouth.  

"Why do you ask?  Do you want me to be?"

Here it was, the big revelation, and it was coming out exactly the
way she wanted.  And his reaction was within bounds.  He was
shocked, of course, angry, threatened, maybe also frightened, but
with those tranquilizers in his bloodstream she knew that all she
had to do was keep talking, keep make soothing noises, and he'd
settle down, accommodate to the idea and even get used to it.  He
wasn't enraged, livid, as he would have been in the old days.  In
the old days, at this point he'd have killed her!  Picked up some
heavy object and smashed her!  But -- and she smiled to herself --
he no longer had the balls!  In time her intimacies with other men
would begin to seem customary and reasonable, and later still as
his new hormones changed his body and his brain and as they changed
their own relationship they would seem to have less and less to do
with him, more and more to do with his girlfriend, not with his
wife.

So she spoke calmly, matter-of-factly.  "Of course, under these
circumstances who wouldn't want to be with other men?  Wouldn't
you?  What would you do if you were me?  If you had a husband who
was disabled, and you needed things done around the house, you'd
look for handymen who could fill in for him, wouldn't you?  Of
course you would, baby."  

She waited, knowing that he'd be speechless all over again, and
that his silence could be made to seem like consent.  Then she told
him.  "You don't think I should seek out other men the same way you
would if you were me?  For the sake of our marriage, for your sake,
really?  So we can remain a couple despite your inadequacy?"   

"Kelly, are there ... have you been seeing other men?"  There
seemed nothing else for him to say.

She just looked at him.  "What do you think?"  She tried not to let
it sound like jeering.

"You have been with other men?"

Now the idea was in his mind, without her confessing anything.  Now
to get his consent!  "Honey!  Could we continue as we were? 
Certainly not once you lost your ... vitality.  I have very
powerful needs, my desires overwhelm me sometimes, as you well
know!  Don't you?  You still remember that much, don't you?"

Nick still couldn't speak.  

"I asked you a question, Nick.  You know the answer.  Do you
remember that I have needs?  Yes or no?"

Nick was still stunned.  Unfaithful!  Had his wife been in the arms
of other men, other dicks plunging deep into her while she lay back
and groaned aloud?  While she straddled their laps and stroked
their cheeks, as she was doing right now with him, except that
those men would be stiff, deep inside her, while his dick now lay
flaccid, squeezed between her bottom and his lap, indifferent to
everything now happening.  And had she then come home to him, not
in the least apologetic?  

In fact her voice suddenly took on a sharp, stern edge.  "Nick!"

He looked at her, briefly baffled by her tone.

Impatiently, as if speaking to a slow child, she repeated her
question.  "You know I have irresistible needs, don't you, Nick? 
Isn't it important for our marriage that my needs be met?  Yes or
no?  Answer me this minute!"

This was a different question.  He had to answer it.  He felt
intimidated.  "Yes," he said.  Why did he feel somehow chastened? 
Selfish, even?  "But ...."

Now out with it!  "Then you do think it's all right.  That I wanted 
to find satisfaction elsewhere when you become incapable.  That I've 
found satisfaction elsewhere because you're incapable.  Don't you?  
I'm waiting for an answer!"

She glared at him as if angered by his reluctance to utter a sound. 
Then decided finally to accept a faint movement of his head as an
affirmative answer.  

So she continued.  "I thought so!  Of course you think it's all
right!  Just as I want your happiness, our happiness, you want
mine!  I'm concerned to meet your needs, and you're happy that mine
are being met too, aren't you?  I need to hear your answer this
time."

"I...."  And Nick had nothing further to say.  He felt
outmaneuvered, helpless.  "Yes.  Of course your needs .....  But I
...."

"Good!" Kelly said.  "I knew it!  I knew you'd understand!  You're
still my one true love!"  Then she said, "I want to help you get
over this now.  We want to put this behind us as soon as we can,
don't we?"

Nick couldn't tell what she meant by that.  That she'd help him
recover his potency?  That she'd stop with her infidelities, if
that's what she had just confessed?  Was she taunting him, 
nothing had happened yet?  That she'd stop thinking about having
them?  That he should stop worrying about them?  That she'd stop
confessing them?  

"Just look where you are now!  Feeling jealous?  Possessive? 
Violated?  Overwhelmed with insecurity?  Of course!  Well, don't
worry about it.  It's good for you!  Because it's the man in you
who feels jealous.  Can we blame him?  No, that's fine, that's what
we want!  We want him to feel absolutely miserable, in fact. 
Unwelcome.  He's been a brute, and now he's an inadequate lover, he
deserves no pity or sympathy, that's that, let him go away, let him
feel grateful that other better men are replacing him!  As the
woman in you emerges you'll feel different about all this, honey. 
Happy for me!  Maybe even a little bit curious about how you'd feel
if you were me!  That's when I'll want to tell you all about what
I do with other men.  In loving detail.  You can't even imagine
what I've done with them!"

At last came an anguished cry from Nick!  "Other men?!  Kelly, what
have you done?!"  

She almost laughed!  Wonderful, the way he'd phrased that cry!  
She climbed off his lap and stood up and looked down on him and 
smiled understandingly.  

"You're so sweet!  You're really eager to know,
aren't you?  All the dishy details!  Well, I will tell you
everything I've done with my other men, sweetheart, all in good
time.  I want to share all of my experiences with you.  How I've
used those hard bodies and hard cocks to pleasure myself!  I'll
tell you everything, Nick.  But not just yet!  

"Kelly!" he cried out, to a receding image of his former wife in
his own mind.  She was growing smaller, further away from him.  She
was vanishing!

Now or never, she decided.  "It's done, Nick.  It's settled. 
There's no challenge, no winners or losers, no contest.  They're
men and you're not.  They're my men and you're my woman, if you're
willing, or else you're nothing.  But you'll be my only lover. 
They'll fuck me, but you'll be the only one who makes love to me. 
There's no competition there either.  So, end of discussion.  We'll
talk more about these things tomorrow, if you can deal with them,
if we're still together tomorrow.  Otherwise we're just wasting
words.  I see your coffee cup is empty.  Would you like a refill? 
No?  Then dinner has officially ended.  So."  

She stood over him with her hands on her hips, leaning back,
looking down on him, fully in charge, insistent, authoritative. 
"The moment of truth has come, baby!  What have you decided about
us?  Do you mean to quit?  Are you now henceforth and forever my
Janet, to have and to hold?  I need to know now."

Nick heard the echoes of a new wedding ceremony in her words.  He
knew at that moment what he'd already decided.  Quit and do what? 
No other life awaited him.  He was impotent.  Was it reversible? 
Maybe.  What could he offer other women?  At best companionship,
not sex, or at most only the womanly kind of sex Kelly wants.  And
no woman in this town would want his companionship -- his nasty
treatment of Kelly was too well known.  Where was the advantage in
leaving her?  Could he win her back?  Yes, he realized, but only on
her terms.  For sure he'd have to stop taking those pills she'd
mentioned.  But how?  There'd been no pills!  She must have been
crushing them and sprinkling them into his food!  Could he stop
eating altogether?  His only safety was in leaving her!  If he
stayed, he'd become whatever she chose!  And what was that?

She leaned her face into his.  "I see you're all conflicted, poor
baby!  It's all so new!  Let me help you decide!  I do love you! 
Kiss me!"  And she kissed him passionately on the lips.  She pulled
him close to her.  Without realizing it he responded by kissing her
back.  Helplessly.

No, he realized, I can't just give up and walk out!  Despite
everything, because of everything, I have to play the cards she's
dealt me in order to stay in the game.  If I walk out, I've lost
everything!  Can I abandon her, my gorgeous, beloved wife, without
even putting up a struggle?  She loves me, he thought, and I do
still love her.  But if I stay, she'll have won!  She'll have
destroyed me and cast me off!  Have I a choice?

"I'll stay." he said.  "For now."

It was so frustrating!  Damn those tranquilizers!  He did so want to
vent his anger!  He felt furious, in a way, and justifiedly so,
partly so anyhow!  But it was as if he were someone else!  

For now, Kelly heard him say.  Now and forever, to have and to
hold, till death us do part, she heard echoing in her head.  She
knew it!   

Inwardly exultant, Kelly put her hand gently on the top
of his head, and ruffled his hair ever so slightly.  Her thoughts
were now different from his.  I'll have Betsy shape it just around
his face for now, she was thinking idly.  And maybe lighten it a
shade.  So he gets used to seeing not just longish hair but a
pretty, feminine hair style when he checks his make-up in the
mirror.  Later we can give him a really glamorous do maybe,
something that will look really great bobbing up and down below my
bush.  Elaborate, something to keep him busy setting and combing
and pinning it for hours and hours before a date with me or a
flirtation with some guy.  I'll want him to spend long hours making
himself attractive from now on.  It'll help him get accustomed to
serving his own femininity and aspiring for more, and if he's
beautiful he'll appreciate being feminine all the more.  I bet
Rachel would love to see him done up like a Hollywood sex pot. 
That husband of hers too.  Get Kevin into it?  Let Nick appreciate
being admired by a man right off?  It would be good for him!  My
girly man!

Yes.  I'll tell Betsy to make him over totally, permanently, close
all his exit doors, burn all his bridges, commit him to looking
like a woman for good.  So he can enjoy it without fussing whether
he made the correct decision.  Yes.  Pierced ears of course, 
and boobs.  Maybe Rachel would be willing to let Kevin play with 
him?  Kill any of his residual manhood with a stiff fuck up the ass?
Give him one amorous night with a terrific man, that would certainly
provide a point of no return.  Then he'd have no way to object to 
my men.  Down the pike we could even double date, once I know that 
his devotion to me is absolute.  Ohh, this is so exciting!

No, no real dating, too risky.  He might fall in love.  But I could
give him the guys I'm ready to dump, let them have a night with him 
as a kind of consolation prize.  Let him lead them on and deliver 
the kiss off for me!

She smiled at the very idea.  I'm wicked! she said to herself
gleefully.

She glanced down.  It was obvious that Nick wasn't really
persuaded.  He was still Nick.  His eyes told her everything.  He'd
decided to ride it out for now, to stay with her and buy time to
try to change her mind.  She could see it in the way he was looking
up at her!  The poor dear!  He was so predictable nowadays!  All
the more reason to move fast, to make him her female lover
irreversibly before he had time to catch his breath!

She sat back again on the sofa and spread her knees.  "Kiss me
again, Nick," she repeated.  "No, this time the way we agreed you'd
kiss me."  She wanted him in front of her on his knees.

Nick dropped down and forced himself to wrap his arms around her
thighs and hug her tight and pressed his lips against her tight
gray suit skirt, where her mound guarded the cleft between her
legs.  He had to stay with her and see where she led him, try to
reverse this new direction, he was repeating to himself.  But he
wasn't happy.

She stroked his hair.  "Oh, Nickie, I'd so hoped you'd agree. 
You've made me so very happy!  My Nickie!  Nikki!  My darling
Nicola, do you like that name?  I've been calling you that for
months now, whenever I was imagining that you were the girl I want
you to become!  We'll have such a good time together, Nicola! 
You'll never regret it!  I promise you!  You'll love it!  So lick
me!  Now!"

She recalled how that old antagonistic husband would turn nasty
whenever she gave him anything resembling an order.  She'd do it
just for spite, just to see his face turn red, spluttering,
apoplectic.  This emasculated girl-candidate was much nicer!  "Do
it, Nicola!  Kiss my pussy!"

Feeling beaten, still kneeling, he reached under her skirt and as
she lifted her rear he pulled down her panties and took them off her
legs.  She sat down again and leaned way back on the couch, and 
spread her thighs and closed her eyes.   

"Mmmmmm!" she said as she felt his lips touch her labia, looking
for her clit to nibble.  She spread her legs wider still. Nick fell
forward on his knees, his face buried in her crotch.  She
draped her thighs languorously over his shoulders.

Despite the drugs she'd given him to dampen down his emotions,
maybe because of them, Nick began to feel perversely, warmly 
grateful.  She wanted him!  She welcomed him to this holiest 
of holies.  He felt blessed, privileged to kiss, lick, and 
cherish those delicate pink folds of her pussy, to nibble the nub 
of her clit.  Privileged to make her happy.  Both her hands 
clutched his hair and her thighs came up to squeeze his 
head into her crotch again.  She grew increasingly excited,
and that fired his own excitement!  He was pleasing her!  
He was delighted that she desired him, that she craved him, that
her groin had begun to rotate, to press against his mouth 
rhythmically.  Her juices started flowing and he started licking 
them up.  They tasted so very sweet he was ecstatic!  He lost 
all track of time.

Some time later she opened her eyes to look at him gratefully.  Her
voice was gone again!.  She could barely whisper to him that she'd
never felt so completely satisfied.  She'd scarcely recovered her
sanity, and she still couldn't recover her breath.  They were both
exhausted.  They went straight to bed to sleep snug in each other's
arms.  But before they fell asleep she decided to reward her
darling husband one last time.  She reached for Nick's soft penis
and slowly pulled on it, jerked him off until he too came, his
clear ejaculations caught in a Kleenex.  So he too could feel
grateful.

end 4/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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