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Archive-title: Dave into Becky


Linda desired sex, often pleading with Dave for attention,
however Dave seemed distant and disinterested.  Linda began to
wonder if she was no longer attractive or desirable.  Dave would
virtually ignore her unless she spent great amounts of time
applying uncomfortable amounts of makeup, wore false eyelashes,
kept her nails so long that simple tasks were difficult, and wore
only the highest heels and shortest skirts.  He demanded that she
wear her hair unfashionably long.   In essence, her husband
demanded that she look like a hooker all of the time or he simply
would not acknowledge her existence.  She was not allowed to wear
or even own flats or pants.  Often times Dave would come home
unannounced from work to make sure she was properly dressed and
made up.

Clearly, this was a most unpleasant situation for Linda.  she
longed to dress and behave as a normal married woman of 30,
however Dave would not tolerate any deviation from his "ideal" of
the perfect woman.  Linda had twice been to an orthopedic surgeon
complaining of the extreme cramping in her legs and feet only to
be advised that she should stop wearing high heels and give her
calves and feet a chance to heal.  When confronted with the
physicians diagnosis, Dave was adamantly opposed to any change in
her wardrobe regardless of the consequences.  Similarly, she
developed a rash on her face from the heavy makeup and despite a
personal call from her dermatologist, Dave would not relent and
allow her to wear less makeup.


It was on her Friday trip to the market that the method of her
retribution became clear.  Perusing the tabloids near the
checkout she noticed a headline "Woman Transforms Abusive Husband
into Topless Waitress", she knew then what her course of action
would be.

The Plot

Friday evening, Linda embarked on her plan to transform her
ungrateful husband.  Calling her sister Susan, a physician's
assistant to a plastic surgeon of questionable morals and
abilities, she detailed her plan and enlisted her sister's aid.
"Bring the bastard down to the clinic, I have the equipment and
the skills to effect the modifications you desire and sufficient
drugs to assure that Dave cooperates 100%.  All of the staff are
at a conference this week and we'll have the place to ourselves"
was Susans enthusiastic reply.  Hanging up the phone she prepared
herself for the outing, putting on the ridiculous French maids
outfit that so humiliated her when Dave made her wear it out to
the grocery or to accompany him to shoot pool at the sleazy
sports bar he hung out at.  Globing on makeup and eyeshadow,
fitting herself with the tacky, cheap jewelry he provided as
gifts of his love and pulling on the thigh-high 6" stiletto heel
boots that gave her the most excruciating leg cramps, she waited
for Dave's arrival home from work.

As she heard Dave's Corvette pull into the driveway, her heart
began to race.  Next week I drive the Vette and you drive the 62
Ford wagon she thought.

"Hi honey", she intoned as Dave came through the door. "I talked
with Susan today and she wanted us to stop by the clinic for a
moment.  Would that be alright with you then we could go out and
you could shoot some pool and have a couple of beers."  "Well I
suppose so, Dave replied, but why do we have to see that slut
sister of yours, all she ever does is rag on me for my insistence
that you dress like a lady.  What's wrong with a man wanting his
wife to look feminine.  However since you got dressed up to go
out and since I haven't seen the boys for a week or so, I suppose
it's alright."  The plot was initiated!

The Transformation
Arriving at the clinic, Dave launched into his tirade against
Susan.  Lets make this quick he bellowed and I don't want to hear
any of your crap about my wife or my marriage.  Relax dave, Susan
said offering him two pink and blue tablets, Why don't you take a
couple of these and mellow out, they are the newest replacement
for Valium and should really smooth out you pool game.  Well
don't mind if I do, his mood brightening considerably as he
downed the medication.  Within 30 seconds Dave was unconscious on
the floor.

Lets get to work Linda, this will be more than fun.  Wait until I
remove this ridiculous getup for the last time Linda exclaimed as
she unzipped the cruel boots slinging them against the wall.  No
more fishnets she yelled as she tore them from the garters
attached to her corset.  Wetting a towel in the sink she scrubbed
the makeup from her face, removed the long false eyelashes and
unceremoniously stuck them on her husbands eyelids.
She then picked up a pair of surgical scissors and trimmed her
obscenely long fingernails to a manageable length.  Look I can
use my hands again she exclaimed.
Unzipping the maids dress and removing the corset completed her
metamorphosis.  Donning a surgical scrub outfit and a borrowed
pair of her sisters flats she announced "let the games begin".

The two women hoisted Dave onto the examining table cutting his
clothes from his body.  He doesn't have much body hair does he
commented Susan.  No I always thought that was attractive, I've
never cared for ape-men.  Well we have a new procedure called
LLAE, laser large area electrolysis, it rapidly removes hair
permanently, we can have him completely hairless within 2 hours. 
Do you want to do his genitals? Yes, everything except the hair
on his head, his eyelashes and eyebrows.  An hour and a half
later the two sisters surveyed the hairless figure on the table. 

After administering some additional anesthesia, the two women
began the task of creating female breasts on Dave's chest.  Using
a new type of implant that was inserted through a small incision
then filled with a non hardening silicone, Dave soon had breasts
protruding from his chest expanding his nipples in a most
attractive form.  This procedure heals quickly explained Susan,
SHE should be ready for her debut within 2 days, however we want
to put a support bra on her for several days.  Lets take a break
and go shopping.

The two women headed for the mall, elated from the previous
nights activity and oblivious to the fact that they had not slept
for 30 hours.  They had an extensive list, support bra 34C, hair
color, permanent, artificial hair to do a weave, permanent
artificial eyelashes, silk nails, polish, pierced earrings, high
heels.  He fits in all the slutty clothes he made me buy and as
of today he inherited my wardrobe intoned Linda.  Susan went to
fill the list for Dave while Linda purchased a bra (no awful
corset she thought), pantyhose in an attractive taupe (no more
stockings and garters), some pretty panties, the first pair of
jeans she owned in 8 years (attractive stone washed Jordache with
bows on the backs of the legs), a pretty blue top, and a pair of
blue wedgie shoes.  She then slipped into the ladies room,
removed the surgical garb, dressed in her new finery, and reveled
in the comfortable, attractive, clothing.  Next on her list was a
new hairdo, short and feminine, a manicure with an attractive
color of polish (no more slut red all of the time) and a complete
makeover with the new natural, attractive shades.  Linda was
completely unrecognizable!

Reunited with Susan, the two, laden with their purchases returned
to the clinic to find Dave, now named Becky, breasts jutting into
the air, as they had left him.  Let's get the bra on Becky and
then I want to shorten the tendons in her legs forcing her feet
into an arched position making it impossible for her to wear
anything but high heels and then well give inject some additional
lipid into Becky's derriere to give it a more feminine shape.

The surgical procedures completed, Linda and Susan started on the
cosmetics and hair.  The next 6 hours were consumed with
attaching the weaved hair, giving Becky the same length and style
as was previously her wive's.  Clairol haircolor and a Loreal
Preference permanent completed the coif.  Becky's ears were
pierced in two places and fitted with a pair of huge silver hoops
and a pair of dangling rhinestone earrings.  Permanent type false
eyelashes were glued to Becky's eyelids and her eyebrows were
waxed into thin arches.  Three inch silk fingernails were applied
to her hands and painted a brilliant slut red.  Her toenails were
trimmed and painted the same color.

Having completed their task, the two sisters dressed becky in a
surgical gown for the trip home.  Placing her inert form in the
now deceased Dave's beloved Vette, Linda took her husband home
for another day of recuperation and a year of enlightenment. 

 
The Awakening

Dave awoke to the sound of his wife's voice commanding "Wake up
Becky, today is the first day of your 1 year indoctrination into
the wonderful world of femininity."  "Who's Becky and why don't
you shut-up and let me sleep?", Dave angrily replied.  You're
Becky!  Reach up and feel your new breasts, look at your hairless
body, feel your pierced ears, notice your blond, permed hair. 
Dave groggily felt his chest, then sat up in shock and disbelief. 
"What have you done to me you slut, I have breasts, real breasts,
this is my tissue, how, why, what have you done.  He then reached
for his genitals, poking himself with the unaccustomed long fire
red fingernails protruding from his hands and wincing in pain. 
"No I haven't castrated you yet, however with that hairless body
and those boobs sticking out from your chest, I doubt you'll be
spending any time in the mens room.  Why don't you get up, put on
your nightie and I'll explain what has been done to you and what
is in store for the future.  Dazedly Dave/Becky pulled on the
blue satin teddy his wife offered and stood up.  His center of
balance had changed and his movements seemed awkward.  Put on
your slippers, his wife intoned, proffering a pair of 5" slip on
heels with blue trim surrounding the open toes. Dave complied and
immediately fell face first onto the carpet.  Don't worry honey,
you'll get lots of practice walking in high heels as that is the
only footwear you'll be wearing for the next year.  Dave noticed
the red polish on his toenails and the smooth hairless condition
of his legs as he picked himself up of the floor and teetered
toward the living room for the promised explanation and a much
needed cigarette.
Grabbing a cigarette and his lighter, Dave found he couldn't get
the lighter to operate as his fingernails got in the way.  "Here
let me help you Becky, you probably should have gotten a more
practical length until you became accustomed to them however
you'll just have to make do with what you've got.  Inhaling
deeply, Dave looked at Linda, but before he could speak she
vocalized his thoughts.  "Why?" she spoke, "because you have
ridiculed me for all the feminine things I've had to go through
to make myself alluring to you and NOW you are going to
experience the difficulty, pain, and humiliation that men put
women through.  All of the times that you insisted that I wear a
short skirt and high heels will now come back to haunt you as
that is all you'll be wearing until next year!

Perhaps you would like to know the technical details of your
transformation.  Lets start at the top.  Your hair has been dyed
Clairol Gold Highlighted blond and you've been give a Loreal
Preference permanent.  Your eyebrows have been waxed, a painful
procedure you will have repeated many times in the coming months. 
You have permanent type false eyelashes glued to your eyelids
giving you that artificial slutty look you seem to prefer. 
Perhaps I'll have you go in and have eyeliner tattooed
permanently.  You facial, body and leg hair has been permanently
removed by electrolysis.  Your ears have been pierced in two
places and next week you will go in and have your left nipple
pierced as a sign of how much you love me.  Your breasts are
surgically implanted and I'm sure you'll agree completely natural
in appearance.  Your fingernails are silk, permanently affixed
and painted the red color you prefer.  Your hips and rear have
been padded with a fatty substance that will gradually be
replaced by redistribution of your own body fat resultant from
the hormones I will be making you take.  I will adjust the dosage
so that you will not loose you capability to achieve an erection
as you are going to service me whenever I do so desire but you
will not be capable of ejaculation as you do not believe women
should enjoy sex, the dosage will soften your skin, add luster to
your hair and generally feminize you.  The tendons in your legs
have been shortened forcing you to wear on 5" or higher heels.

I have discarded all of your clothes and you will wear the
whorish trash you made me wear.  As we are the same size it all
will fit with the exception of my shoes which have also been
discarded.  We both have a new wardrobe.

You will be required to do your makeup, nails and hair. You will
always be attired in corset, panties, stockings, dresses, heels
and full makeup except when you are sleeping.  You are never to
allow me to see you in any other condition, consequently you will
wake before me and prepare yourself each day. You will do all of
the cooking, cleaning and shopping.  You will give me sex
whenever and wherever I desire.  Should you flaunt my authority,
I will leave you just as you are to fend for yourself, a half
woman half man with no future.  At the conclusion of one year, I
will have the implants removed and will restore you to the way
you were with the exception of your hair which will serve as a
reminder of this lesson forever.

In 1 month you will start a part-time job as a topless cocktail
waitress at that disgusting dive you and your former friends hang
out at and you will have the opportunity to experience life on
the other side, so I suggest you work very hard at becoming as
feminine as possible to avoid detection.

Now, you are to go into our room and dress yourself, apply your
makeup, and do your hair as we are going out for a couple of
beers and you can watch me shoot pool.

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