BE HER WIFE..IN BED! If Jim hadn't refused to make love, if he hadn't turned away from her that night she would never have feminized him. But she had been very angry. She had wanted sex..and he had spurned her! She had clawed at his shoulder forcing him to face her. She had slapped his face and slid her heavy thigh over his body. He was so surprised that at first he didn't react..and then it was too late. She was jerking herself against him..and he was reacting. And when she kissed him, when her tongue thrust deeply into his mouth he actually ENJOYED it. It was a furious bruising kiss, and her hands mauled his flesh as she pounded her hips against him..and yet he simply writhed under her. His wife stared down at him in wonder; she watched through slitted eyes as he threw his head back and SQUEALED with delight! Her mouth kissed his exposed throat..her lips slid down to kiss his nipples....and his hands held her head against him! It was all over very quickly...but they both knew something dramatic had happened. SHE wanted to talk about it...HE wanted to ignore and forget it had ever happened. Her anger surfaced once more. She hit him. Slapped his face and said. "It was rape..and you enjoyed it." Their eyes locked. He swallowed and then nodded. Jenny spoke slowly as though trying to work out what had happened. "You LIKE it when I'm rough with you..and you reacted...like a...like a girl!" The words hung in the air like a threatening cloud. His face was on fire but he could not deny the truth of her words. Jenny turned over and fell asleep planning a new life..for both of them She bought him his new nightwear the following day. She was shaking with excitement..and she wanted him in her bedroom. "Don't you want to see your new nightshirt?" She teased. Jim warily opened the box. His heart sank. Slowly he pulled the soft satin garment out. It was virgin-white with hundreds of tiny red flowers all over it. The collar was high and round, frilled with crimson lace, the sleeves were long and frilled at the cuff with the same red lace. Its square-shaped bodice was decorated with lashings of shiny red satin ribbon..and it was short; very short. It would barely cover his thighs! He held it against himself hoping it was the wrong size. It wasn't! His wife knew his body as well as she knew her own! But it was definitely TOO short....he looked down as he held it against himself. Its hem fell several inches short of his knees! "Don't you think it's too short?" He asked desperately. Jenny found it hard to speak she was so excited; "It's difficult to say." She said her face going pink, "Why don't you go upstairs and slip it on. Oh, and here...I bought you a pair of shoes...just for around the house." Jim felt a wave of despair wash over him. He knew what they would be. Girls shoes. But it was pointless arguing. He accepted the shoebox and left the room. Alone in his bedroom he removed his shirt and trousers. He tried the nightshirt on. As it slithered in soft sensuous waves over his naked body he felt a shiver of delight. Thrusting his arms through the long smooth sleeves brought goose-pimples out all over his limbs. He buttoned the front of the so-called nightshirt with fingers that felt like sausages. He stared at himself in the mirror. It was as short as he had feared. And it was not a nightshirt. It was a girl's satin nightdress! Jim blinked away tears of shame and opened the shoebox. The shoes were even worse than he had feared. Jenny had previously urged him to wear her shoes; she claimed they improved posture. He had occasionally worn her old court shoes with a three-inch breasted-heel. But these were very definitely too much. Bright red patent leather court shoes with open toes and a five-inch heel! Stiletto heels! Spiky heels that curved arrogantly from the delicately shaped open-toed shoe. A bow was sewn on the front! They were smart, cute, and undeniably female! Jim tried them on....and of course they fitted perfectly! But she was right; they DID help his posture; they DID reshape and remold his calves, thighs and buttocks. In fact they changed EVERYTHING! The whole world was different in high heels. He felt his stomach muscles straining with the new way of walking; he felt a dizzy sense of exhilaration..and a sense of helpless, girlish vulnerability! Even the skirt of his nightdress hung differently! Hearing his wife call out, he hesitated. He checked his appearance in the mirror. Biting his lip uncertainly he had a sudden premonition. If he went down dressed like this...it would be just the start. The start of something dreadful! His wife called again. Impatiently! With one last look at himself Jim shrugged and left the room. He felt incredibly silly, and heartbreakingly vulnerable standing in the doorway wearing a frothy red and white nightdress.. and shiny red high heeled shoes. With only a slight wobble on his skyscraper heels..he took a deep breath..and entered the room. Jenny looked him up and down. Their eyes met..and locked. He felt tears of humiliation sting the back of his eye lids; he though he would die if she laughed. He waited...his whole body trembling violently. When she eventually spoke, waves of relief washed over him. "Lovely." She whispered softly, "Absolutely lovely. I knew you'd like it. And the shoes, you like the shoes?" Taking a deep breath, his heart pounding madly, Jim could only nod. She patted the couch. "Come sit by me. I want to show you what else I bought." Now Jim really felt uncomfortable. The thought of sitting down in this...this skirt...was scary. "I think I should get changed first ..." He whispered. But Jenny was secretly enjoying his shame, "Nonsense!" She answered brusquely, "You look ADORABLE...why SHOULD you change. Come. Sit!" He sat. But when she opened her parcel he was stunned speechless. It was a realistic-looking dildo! A false penis! She grinned, "Look..it's double-ended..so we can BOTH enjoy it!" And to his amazement she calmly opened her thighs and inserted the stiff rubber dildo! He began to shake with fear..and not a little excitement. And Jenny took his trembling body in her arms. "You will never wear trousers again darling. You are my wife now. My she-male lover!" And a voice he only dimly recognized as his own answered softly, "Yes, I am a woman now. Make love to me...Please!" Jenny eased him back into the couch,,,his skirts slid high..and her thigh slid over him. With a soft, almost girlish whimper..he opened his thighs. And her hips began to jerk. He clung to her with a wild abandon that shocked them both. He sluttishly answered every heave and thrust of her body. And he squealed with delight! Like a wife! Like a real woman! And for a long time all that could be heard was her gasping grunts as she bucked and bounced on his feminized body..and the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh! And his feverish lisping as he urged her to greater effort!