从丈夫到妻子

作者：詹妮弗·怀特

如果不是朱莉娅·韦斯林医生发明了她的性放大器，我永远无法对我曾经的丈夫做出那样的事。不过，我得先从头说起。

首先，我得告诉你，我原本是个普通的家庭主妇，对生活挺满意。但后来我发现，我的丈夫并不是他自称的那个人。首先，我发现他有了外遇。我原谅了他，给了他第二次机会。但后来我无意中发现，他竟然不是公民，还利用我拿到了绿卡！他瞒着我这一切，谁知道还有什么秘密？

即便如此，我还是愿意和他继续。但当我质问他我怀疑的另一次外遇后，虐待开始了。我不想细说（太私人，也太痛苦），总之，我精神崩溃了。

朋友们给了我情感支持，但远远不够。我开始接受心理治疗。那时我遇到了朱莉娅·韦斯林医生。我们试着解决我的问题，但胡安还在虐待我，我的进步有限。我不敢报警，因为他威胁过我。我是趁午餐时间偷偷去治疗的，如果他发现我在做这个，他可能会杀了我。

所以韦斯林医生知道情况很危急。这就是为什么她让我试用她的性放大器原型。

“这个装置像这样放进你的阴道。”她演示给我看，“当男人和你做爱时，它会同时激活他的所有神经，引发强烈的高潮，并让他的大脑超载。这会让他陷入五到十分钟的休克状态。”

我点点头。但这对我有什么用？

“现在是关键：在这状态下，他非常容易接受暗示。你说的任何话都会直接进入他的大脑。小心你的暗示，你将完全控制他。我让你用一个月。先从小暗示开始，逐步深入。你可以把他塑造成你想要的男人。”

我谢了她，把放大器放进包里，回家了。

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那天晚上，我第一次在胡安身上试了。就像医生说的，他在我体内射精后，眼神呆滞，像是进入了某种休克状态。

“你永远不会再伤害女人。”我说，“当你想打女人时，你会转而想要……穿裙子。”

我重复了几遍。这似乎合理，用温柔女性化的行为代替暴力。现在我得看看这是否真的有效。

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第二天早餐时，他又一次暴怒。我甚至不知道自己做错了什么。可能是吐司烤得不好，或鸡蛋太稀，但他怒了。他走过来，像是要扇我耳光。

我畏缩着准备挨打。但他眼中闪过一丝怪异。

“斯蒂芬妮，你有裙子我能穿吗？”他问。

“当然，亲爱的，如果你想穿。”

“我真的想试试。”

“跟我来拿。”我说，带他上楼。但还没到卧室，他突然沉默了。

“算了。我不能这样做。我只是想吃完早餐。”

我狂喜！成功了！我再也不会被虐待了！从今往后，生活会很美好。

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我太天真了！我以为阻止他虐待我就能解决问题，但我大错特错。因为两天后，一个叫玛丽亚的女人抱着哭泣的婴儿出现在我家门口。

“让那个混蛋胡安立刻下来！”她要求。

“你是谁？”我问。

“问题是你谁，贱人？你在和我家胡安睡觉？”

“什么？我是他妻子！”我说。

“妻子？不可能，宝贝。他娶了我！这是我们的孩子。”

“他和我住一起，玛丽亚。你是谁，他的情人？”

“他不住你那儿！他说住在他病重的妈妈那儿。”

显然，胡安满嘴谎言。我怒火中烧。

“亲爱的，”我朝楼上喊，“有位女士找你！”

他下楼，走到门口，看到他的情人和私生子，差点摔倒。

我笑了。看他狼狈真有趣。

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结果他是孩子的父亲，一直承诺和玛丽亚同居。但他几乎对她说的全是谎言。他还对我撒了什么谎？我受够了。如果他这样对待女人，就该让他尝尝自己的苦果。但我得演戏，操控局面。

“胡安，亲爱的，上床吧。”玛丽亚走后我说，“我们做爱，巩固我们的新关系。你保证这次做好，我给你最后一次机会。”

“当然，宝贝。”他说，以为我轻易放过他。

我去浴室插入放大器，暗自发誓连续几周每晚用，直到报复成功。他压在我身上时，我笑着假装享受他进入。我恨透了他，但得继续演戏。至少现在。

他射精时，脸上又是那种呆滞表情。像往常一样，他没让我高潮。没关系，很快会改变。

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我把他翻到背上，开始对他植入暗示。

“你不再有童年记忆！”我命令，“十岁前的事你完全不记得。一片空白。现在你有新记忆。它们是你的，全部发生在你身上。”

“你记得生日派对，你穿了漂亮的蓝色裙子。你有长头发，妈妈说你是世界上最漂亮的女孩。你想长大后像她一样做美丽的女人。你爱她，爱所有女人，因为她们是你的英雄。你最想成为美丽的女人和母亲。”

“你记得玩洋娃娃，玩过家家。你记得和街区的女孩一起玩，从不和男孩子，因为他们太粗鲁。你柔软温柔。你记得穿妈妈和姐姐的衣服，因为那让你感觉像大女孩！你想快点长大，穿得像她们，化妆像她们，漂亮像她们。”

胡安开始眨眼，示意休克状态要结束。我留了最后一句暗示。

“你的童年记忆在你脑海中模糊，但它们塑造了今天的你。”

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胡安在我身边睡着了，第二天他变了个人。他对我礼貌，行为友善，晚饭后还帮着收拾厨房。他从没这样做过。我几乎想让他保持这样，但想到他如何欺骗我，我怒火未消。我决定继续。

我带他上床，诱惑他，再次用了放大器。他准备好接受下一轮暗示，我抹去了他十到十四岁的记忆。

“你记得准备进入青春期。你嫉妒其他女孩开始发育胸部，穿训练文胸。你渴望有自己的胸部！没有胸部怎么做母亲？你数着日子，盼着青春期开始。”

“你嫉妒朋友比你先来月经。你太想要了！每晚祈祷月经开始。因为那会让你成为真正的女人。成为女人后，你就能开始约会。你和女孩们八卦男孩子，对其中一个有好感。你幻想做他女友。”

“你每天在学校打扮漂亮，穿着得体吸引男孩子。你记得当一个帅男孩在走廊朝你走来，你的感觉。你抱着书贴在胸前，看到他时叹气。你庆幸自己是漂亮女孩！也许他会选你！”

“你记得集体约会，开始跳舞。你穿漂亮的长裙去舞会，站在墙边，等男孩子来邀你跳舞。你不能主动邀请，得等他来。”

“你记得高中的性教育课，知道怀孕时宝宝在你体内成长，你感觉特别。你告诉自己，‘这就是我想做的’。你渴望做妈妈。”

胡安眨眼，告诉我该停了。第二次调教不错。

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接下来一周，我几乎抹去他的所有记忆，换成女孩的。他的行为彻底改变，越来越女性化。我告诉他，他记得约会后吻男孩子，爱买漂亮衣服，还希望有像他妈妈那样的大胸部。我一直强调这点。

我注意到他开始刮腿毛、腋毛和胸毛，没我提醒。他还穿我的内衣。他选的衣服最多算中性。他还没穿裙子，但我希望很快会。

现在我开始其他调教。

“你脑海里现在有个女声，总在你意识边缘。像一首甩不掉的歌，一直响。”

“你受不了不化妆的脸。你得漂亮。怎么能这样出门？你受不了！你得让自己漂亮。”

不出所料，他很快涂口红、擦指甲油。有时也选裙子不穿裤子。我好奇他同事怎么说，但不在乎。

不过，让他上床越来越难。他的欲望变了，我知道得抓紧接下来几次，不然可能再也无法让他上床。

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那天晚上，我让他和我躺下。我说他漂亮，胸部很好。我抚摸他，他开始呻吟。我在上，说我在进入他。他满足地笑了。

他射精时，这次有些不同。他的高潮似乎更强烈，比平时更晕眩。很好。这给我时间做最后改变。

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“你脑海里的女声……现在无时无刻都在。没有男声，只有她。你就是她。你是女性。一直都是。你从不是男性。你全身没有那记忆。你是女人。一直是，将永远是。”

“你会做手术改变身体，符合你理想的女性形象。你将开始服用女性激素。你对美的渴望强烈，几乎别的事都不重要。”

“你现在觉得很孤独。女性的陪伴很好，但你需要更多。你需要男人。没有真爱你不快乐，只有和男人在一起才有真爱。你必须满足欲望。”

“你讨厌男装，丑死了。只有女装适合你。你甚至讨厌长裤，太像男装。你更爱裙子和连衣裙。它们让你觉得漂亮！你好想美丽！”

“你是女人。一直都是。‘胡安’对你毫无意义，你叫‘玛丽亚’，只回应这个名字。你是女人，玛丽亚！你永远是女孩！你想嫁给帅男人，做他孩子的母亲！去吧！改造你的身体，找个男人。完成后，你可以再来这房子！忘了我，开始新生活。”

胡安脸上带着平静。他那晚睡得像婴儿。

早上，他收拾行李走了。一年后我才再见到他。

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那是明媚的一天，春意盎然。我自去年秋天后第一次打开窗户，让清风吹遍房子。一切显得更明亮干净。世界在漫长冬眠后焕然一新。

有人敲门。我去看看是谁。

门外是个黑发女人，似曾相识，但一时想不起。她美得惊艳，从丰满的胸部到曼妙的曲线、修长双腿，再到穿着完美小鞋的脚。她的脸很漂亮，但像好莱坞明星，整容过多。

看到她的手，我立刻知道她是谁。手对女人来说太大，手腕太粗，手指太短。是胡安，回来了。

“玛丽亚？”我试探着叫她的女性名字。

“是的，女士。”她用轻柔的中音女声说，“你怎么知道我的名字？”

“我以前见过你，但你可能不记得我了。”我说。我不敢相信他忘了我。我竟然重塑了他的思想到这程度！

“我能进来吗？”她问。

我请她进来，我们坐在客厅，优雅地啜着茶，聊着女孩话题。她给我看她丈夫的照片，还有他前婚的三个孩子。

“我现在是他们的妈妈。”她骄傲地说，“我终于感到满足。现在我完整了。”

“很好。”我说，“你丈夫对你好吗？”

“哦，是的，他连只苍蝇都不伤害。我讨厌那些伤害女人的男人，你呢？”

“是的。”我说，“比你想的更讨厌。”

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From Husband to Wife

by Jennifer White

If Doctor Julia Wesling had never invented her sexual amplifier, I would never have been able to do what I did to my former husband. But then, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I should first tell you that I was a normal housewife, satisfied with my life. But then I found out that my husband wasn't who he said her really was. First, I come to find that he had an affair. I forgave him, and allowed him a second chance. But then I found out by accident that he wasn't actually a citizen, and he had used me to get his green card! He hid all of this from me, and who knows what else?

Even with all that, I was willing to stay with him. But after I confronted him about my suspicions that he was having yet another affair, the abuse started. I won't go into details (it's too personal, and too painful), but to say the least, I was a basket case.

I got emotional support from my friends, but it wasn't enough. I started to go to therapy. And that is where I met Doctor Julia Wesling. We tried to work through my issues, but with Juan still abusing me, there was only so much progress I could make. I was afraid to go to the police because of the threats he made. I was sneaking out to go to therapy on my lunch hour, because if he found out I was doing that, he would have killed me.

So Dr. Wesling knew the situation was desperate. That is why she allowed me to have a prototype of her sexual amplifier.

"You put this device inside your vagina, like this" she showed me. "When a man has sex with you, it will activate all of his nerves at once, causing a huge orgasm, and a type of overload to his brain. When this happens, it leaves him in a state of shock for five to ten minutes."

I nodded. But what good did that do me?

"Now here's the good part: when he is in this state, I have found that he will be very open to suggestion. Anything you tell him will go right into his brain. Be careful what you suggest, you will have full power over him. I will let you keep this for a month. Start out with small suggestions, and build from there. You can reshape him into the type of man you want."

I thanked her, put the amplifier into my purse, and went back home.

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That night, I tried it on Juan for the first time. Just as the good doctor had said, after he came inside me, his eyes glazed over, and he was in some type of shock.

"You will never hurt a woman again" I said. "When you feel the urge to hit a woman, you will instead replace it with an urge to....wear a dress."

I repeated it a few times. That seemed reasonable, do something gentile and feminine instead of something abusive. Now all I had to do was to see if it really worked.

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It was only the next day, at breakfast when he flew into one of his rages. I don't even know what I did to get him mad. Perhaps the toast wasn't done just right, or the eggs were too runny, but he got all upset. He walked over like he was going to slap me.

I winced, ready for the blow. But then he got a strange look in his eyes.

"Stephanie, do you have a dress I could wear?" he asked.

"Of course dear, if you want to."

"I really want to try one on."

"Let me get it for you" I said, and had him follow me upstairs. But before we reached the bedroom, he got really quiet.

"Forget it. I can't do that. I just want to finish my breakfast."

I was elated! It had worked! I would never be abused again! Life was going to be wonderful from now on.

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I was so naive! I thought that stopping his abuse of me would fix things, but I was so wrong. Because it was only two days later when a woman named Maria showed up at our doorstep, with a crying baby in her arms.

"Tell that scum bag Juan to get down here this instance!" she demanded.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"The question is, who are you whore? Are you sleeping with my Juan?"

"Excuse me? I am his wife!" I said.

"His wife, no way sugar. He married me! This is our baby."

"He lives with me Maria. Who are you, his woman on the side?"

"He doesn't live with you! He lives with his sick mother" she said.

Obviously, Juan was nothing but a pack of lies. The rage grew inside me.

"Oh honey" I called up the steps, "there's a nice woman here to see you!"

He came down, walked over the door, and almost fell over when he saw his lover and his illegitimate baby standing there.

I smiled. It was fun to watch him squirm.

It turned out that he was the father, and had been promising Maria to move in with her. But almost everything he told her was a lie. What other lies had he told me? I decided that enough was enough. If he was going to treat women that way, then he deserved a taste of his own medicine. But I had to do some acting to manipulate the situation.

"Juan dear, lets go to bed" I said after Maria left. "We'll make love, and cement our new relationship. You'll promise to be good this time, and I'll give you this last chance."

"Sure babe" he said. He thought I was letting him off easy.

I went to the bathroom to insert the amplifier, promising myself to use it every night for weeks until revenge was mine. I smiled as he laid on top of me, and pretended to enjoy it as he penetrated me. I hated him with every fiber of my being, but I had to keep up the act. At least for now.

When he came, he had the same stunned look on his face. As usual, he didn't get me to climax. Oh well, that would change soon enough.

I rolled him onto his back, and went to work with a few suggestions to him.

"You have no more memories of your childhood!" I commanded. "You cannot remember *anything* before the age of ten. It is a total blank. Now in it's place you will find that you have new memories. They are your own, they all happened to *you*."

"You remember your birthday party, when you wore a pretty blue dress. You had long hair, and your mommy said you were the prettiest girl in the world. You wanted to grow up to be a beautiful woman like her. You love her, and all women, because they are your heroes. You wanted nothing more than to be a beautiful woman and a mother yourself."

"You remember playing with dolls. You remember playing house. You remember hanging out with the girls on your block, but never the boys, because they are too rough. You are soft and gentle. You remember wearing your mother and your older sister's clothes, because they made you feel like a big girl! You wanted to be older, so you could dress like they dress, wear makeup like they do, and look pretty like them."

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