* * *

About a month after my latest addition to his diet, while we had sex, I reached up and started to pinch his nipples. It really turned him on, and he said that it was one of the best orgasms that he ever had. So the next time he wanted sex (a full week later), I did it again. And harder too. That plus the start of the swelling he was having, made him complain to me "My nipples really hurt. They're sore!"

"Oh poor baby" I said, sympathetically. "Let me get some cream to soothe them."

I got out a tube of cream, and rubbed it all over his breasts. Of course, it wasn't a soothing cream at all; it was 'breast cream', which was supposed to be guaranteed to make your boobs grow at least one extra size. Again, I had no idea if it would really work or not, but it couldn't hurt to try.

I also read an interesting article online: it turns out that some types of plastic can leech out a substance into food, which is very similar chemically to estrogen. If food is cooked in plastic, it can accelerate the leeching process. So of course: I started to cook our food in plastic whenever possible. I ended up melting a couple of Tupperware containers until I figured out when to stop the heating. But again, I figured that every little bit helped.

And in time, I was rewarded. Besides the small budding of the breasts I had noticed, his skin seemed to be softer to the touch. He didn't notice, but I did. He complained that some of his pants didn't fit him, because he was gaining weight in the thighs, although I thought his hips and butt looked just a little rounder. He was having trouble losing the weight too, because he felt weaker, and couldn't exercises as long as he used to before.

And speaking of rounder, in time I definitely saw his face starting to look rounder. It gave it a slightly different look. If this kept up, it would start to look more like a woman's face! The hormones were working their magic on him.

Not to mention that fact that by now, he had all but stopped having *any* interest in sex. The best thing for me, was that the woman on the side had to have dumped him, because he was staying at home a *lot* more now, and we seemed to have more money in the checking account too.

He stopped playing basketball with his buddies, since he couldn't keep up with them physically anymore. That made him stay at home even more. And without the excuse to hang out with them, he stopped going to the bar, and stopped seeing them in general.

I didn't know it was the fact that he had been dumped, an effect of the hormones, or the fact that he couldn't 'get it up' anymore, but he seemed depressed at times, and had become very passive. But that was perfect for me, it exactly fit my plans. Everything was ready to move into the next stage.

* * *

With Jim being passive now, he would respond to me so much better when I asked him to do something. I tested his limits a few times, and found that he was much more willing to do things than he ever had been before. When he did what I asked him to, I made sure to dote on him, treat him well, rub his shoulders, and all that. When he didn't, I gave him the cold shoulder.

I was the only friend he had now, and I think for the first time since we were married, he was actually concerned about *me*, and not wanting to lose me. I was so happy (other than the fact that we never made love anymore). But I had prepared for this tough stage of my plan, using a vibrator on myself almost every day to make myself come. It was wonderful, but not the same as you get from physical contact.

I waited until one Friday when he came home from work. I dressed in my most seductive clothes, had candles burning, flowers set in vases, dim lights, an open bottle of wine, and everything ready to put on a show for him. But he wasn't very interested, as I had expected.

"Jim, you don't love me anymore. You never make love to me. You act like you're not even interested in sex anymore!"

"Ruby, please, I'm going through a tough time."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It...its that I can't get an erection anymore. I even bought some viagra, but it didn't help. Something is wrong with me."

"Its all in your mind. You just don't love me" I said, pretending to start to cry.

"No! I do love you! But something is wrong with me!" he pleaded.

I had him right where I wanted him.

"I've tried for years to get you to try something you call 'kinky' in bed, but you've always refused. I think that if you do really owe me a chance to try this, if you love me like you say you do."

"I do love you Ruby."

"Then prove it. Lets go upstairs, and show me that you do love me."

We went up the bedroom, where I had set up the bed with the silk sheets which we hadn't used since the first week back from our honeymoon. I had lacy shams on the pillows, and all sorts of little details (which I'm sure he missed), making it a really romantic setting.

I held my body close to him, so that he could feel my boobs poking him. I used to feel him get hard and push back into me, but not anymore. I had him slowly undress me, and I did it back to him. Soon, we were naked together on the bed.

"Such my nipple" I said, and he did it! For the first time, he actually did it! It felt lovely, and I was starting to get all wet inside. I massaged his little budding nipples gently and sensually, and I could tell that he was getting all stirred up inside, even if there was nothing happening between his legs.

"Please my love" I said, "just this once, go down on me. You know I've always wanted it. Do it! Now!"

I was amazed that he actually crawled to the edge of the bed, got on his knees, and went down on me! He used his tongue, and started to press it up near the top of my slit, where my special place was. Oh how wonderful it was! I had so many orgasms so quick, you would not believe it! And then I had a couple of really big ones.

I was shaking all over, trembling. I hadn't felt this wonderful in bed, *ever*. I finally got too tender, and had to push his head up to make him stop.

"Oh my god!" I said. "That was incredible!"

He just grinned at me.

"Now I'll do you" I said.

We traded spots, and I went down on him. But try as I might, there was no reaction from his genitals. No amount of stimulation would get him hard now. The female hormones were overrunning his system, and his male equipment no longer got the hormones it needed to function. He was no longer truly male. He was on his way to becoming a woman.

I went at him harder, and started to play with his nipples. His gasps told me that he was feeling *something*, but he still didn't get hard. After a while, he said he was too sore, and asked me to stop. I put some more of the 'soothing cream' on his nipples.

"What's the matter my love?" I said. "You were so wonderful to me in bed, but you just didn't respond to my touch like you used to."

"I tell you, there is something wrong with me!" he said.

"Perhaps its those tight pants you always wear" I said. "Here, wear this around the house tonight."

"A nightie? I can't wear that?"

"Why? Nobody will see you inside here. You'll find it very comfortable. Its very silky, and feels good against your skin. You say your chest is sore to the touch. This will help. And without being so tight on your crotch, perhaps that will help down there too."

Reluctantly, he agreed. He was now wearing his first piece or women's clothes. Soon, it would be the dominant selection in his wardrobe, if everything else kept going according to plan. I was afraid that he might go get a physical, and they would find the elevated levels of female hormones. But I knew him well. He was too proud, like many men are, to go and see a doctor. I had counted on it, and so far, he hadn't shown that he would act otherwise.

* * *

Now I upped Jim's dosages, and added the birth control pills. Well actually, not the pill. I had been bugging him for years to quit smoking. I brought him 'the patch', but it was the one for female birth control, not the one with nicotine in it! With his new passiveness, he was more accepting to try and quit. So he wore the patch! He thought it was making him stop smoke, but it was really there to slowly release female hormones into his bloodstream, and help turn him into a woman.

I would trick him from time to time into wearing my nightie. After a few times, he was used to it, and it didn't seem to bother him anymore. I made sure that when he wore the nightie, I treated him *so* well. When he didn't, I treated him less good than normal. He might not have noticed the difference consciously, but at least it had to do something to his subconscious. So that's when I tried the next trick I had up my sleeve.

He was in the bedroom with me, wearing the nightie. I was playing with some clothes on hangers.

"Oh Jim, would you be a dear?"

"What is it Ruby?" he asked. I was so nice to him when he was in the nightie, that he seemed more eager to please than when he wore his own clothes.

"I'm rehemming my skirt, and I need some help" I said. "Do you know how to measure it and pin it?"

"No..." he said.

"Then be a dear and put this on so I can hem it up" I said.

He put it on, and I started to pin it up. I took a step back.

"Oh dear, I can't tell how high I need it, unless I see it with the top too. Here, put this on."

I handed him the top, which he put on too. I took my time pinning up the hem, redoing it a couple of times.

"Turn around. Good. Now let me see you in profile. Yes. That looks very pretty."

Now he was wearing a pretty top, and a skirt.

"Look in the mirror" I said to him. He turned and looked in the full length mirror.

"I love the way yours skirt makes your legs look. And your top has some padding in the chest area, but it almost looks like you're starting to grow little breasts. I think that this isn't an accident. I think that this is what you wanted all along, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean that you seem to like wearing your nightie. You look pretty in a dress. Your boobs are starting to bud out. It looks like you're developing curves. You're not interested in sex with women anymore. I think that you *want* to be a woman yourself."

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