"Dress me slave" she said, waving for me to follow her into her room. She had me put a bra on her, then panties, and a gold colored dress. She was just so gorgeous that I could not believe it.

"You will look like this some day, when you decide to leave me" she said, which made my member between my legs jump in fright. It would have been easier on me if she had just turned me into a newt or something. I was so scared of her! She could become a large cat, she could turn me into a woman...what was the limit of her powers? I didn't dare find out.

My life as her slave began.

* * *

Day after day, week after week, I served her. I kept the entire house spotless. She made me wear a French maid uniform as I cleaned, but I didn't argue. I knew what she would do to me if I did.

I worked outside raking, bringing in the last of the crops, feeding the animals in the barn, and keeping it cleaned out. I did the dishes, washed the windows, made the bed, cooked meals, milked the goat, along with any whim she would have.

She seemed to spend all her time dressing in different outfits, always looking more glamorous than the time before. Or she would read large ancient books with alphabets I could not recognize, let alone understand the content.

Sometimes, I wouldn't see her for a whole day or two at a time. I knew my routine by now, and kept to it. I even wore the French maid uniform. I was sure that she had some way to look in on me when she was gone. I wasn't going to take any chance.

But after several months, I was feeling more and more frustrated with my life. What was my girlfriend Katie thinking, with me lost to her like this? What of my family and friends? My life was dull and boring, and I lived with a constant threat over my head.

One day when she was away, I decided that I would start out for a walk, just a little bit away from the house, and see if she really did have power over me when she was gone. I would just go a little bit away, and turn back as soon as I saw any effect at all.

I wore a loose fitting white robe, so I'd be able to keep covered, but also be able to observe my body. I started out cautiously, but there was no change in me. I kept going until I was at the edge of her property. The dread I had felt when I first approached this place was nothing compared to the fear and uncertainty I now felt. I took my first step off her grounds. Nothing.

I took another step. Still no change. I relaxed, just a hair. Perhaps it was just an idle threat, and nothing would happen to me! This was my chance to make a break for it!

I started walking, and kept an eye on my body. There were no visible changes as I rounded the corner, putting the house out of site. I was so mad that I had been fooled like this! So mad that I started to cry.

Wait! Cry, me? I hadn't cried since I was a young boy, other than when I had started to turn into a woman before. Oh no, what if it was happening again? I loosened the belt on my robe, and looked at myself.

How could I have not noticed that I had the budding breasts of a young girl, as she first started to go through puberty? How could I have not noticed the beginnings of curves in my hips? How could I have missed the fact that my hair was longer. I had started to change. I ran back to the house as fast as I could.

But this time, when I got there, I did not change back to my former self. I now had breasts, and they didn't go away. I had started to change into being a woman, and it didn't look like this time I would get back.

I threw myself on the bed and cried.

* * *

For the next weeks, I was as good as good could be. If *she* noticed the slight changes in me, she sure didn't say anything. It was business as usual with her ordering me around for every waking minute.

When I did sleep, my dreams were different now. I had dreams of going around with my friends, but in the dream I was wearing a bra, and I had big breasts. I would try to hide them from everyone, but they were so huge.

I also had dreams of holding an infant, who was suckling milk from my breasts. I knew in my dream that it was *my* baby. I woke up in a cold sweat. Me, having a baby? Never!

One cold morning, she ordered me to go out to the woodpile, and chop up a batch of firewood. Then I was to haul it all over to the side of the house, and stack it up.

It was cold and snowing, and after half an hour of getting sweaty, I was sore, tired, hungry, and resentful. Instead of hurrying through the chore as I normally did, I kind of started a work slowdown.

"I'll show her to make me do something like this on a day like today!" I thought in my mind. It wasn't fair! So I'd show her. I went back to work, but slower than normal.

When I finished, she kind of glared at me, like she knew that I had only put a 60% effort into the job. But she seemed somewhat conciliatory about it.

"Go take a bath Charlene" she said. "You're all sweaty."

I went into the bathroom, and turned on the tap until the tub was full of hot steaming water. I got in, and lowered myself. Aah, that felt good.

I soaped up the wash rag, and started to clean myself all over. When I got to my chest, I noticed. Them. My breasts.

They had grown at least a cup size. I looked down, and my hips now jutted out wider, while my tummy was narrower. I clearly had curves now.

I gasped aloud, and my voice was definitely higher in pitch than it had been that morning. As I sat up, I also felt my longer hairs hitting my shoulder blades. I had longer hair!

I stood up, and rushed to the mirror, which I had to wipe off with a towel because of all the steam. My face had changed. I was different. It was like my skin had become smoother, my chin more pointed, and my cheekbones higher.

I was cold, and rushed back into the tub. She had known what I was doing! She had punished me for not doing my best, and I had turned into a girl a little bit more. I looked between my legs, and everything was still there, but it sure seemed smaller to me.

I noticed a razor by the side of the tub, and I was overcome with an overwhelming urge. My legs seemed so *gross* with all that hair. I started to shave them, followed by my underarms. The hair on my chest had pretty much fallen out on its own, so it was okay already.

Looking at my smooth legs, and I felt so....so *satisfied*. I felt so much better. I realized that my self-image had changed that day, and the look of a pretty woman was more of what I identified with, than that of a handsome man.

At the thought of 'man', I felt a twinge between my legs. That I couldn't bear to think about, and I really started crying.

* * *

Now that I looked more like a girl, *she* made me dress in girl's clothes all the time.

"As a constant reminder" she told me, "of what will happen if you don't do as I say to the best of your ability."

And now my dreams were more and more often matching those of a woman. I would wake up from the dream of having a baby, and feel a *longing* inside, that one day I wanted to be a mommy. That almost knocked me out, feeling a maternal urge inside me.

Or I would dream of wearing glamorous clothes, like flowing gowns and high heel shoes. I would wake up feeling that I was so ugly, and I needed to wear makeup to make myself pretty.

I had an inner need to be pretty! Me! Of course, the tears flowed once again, as my emotions overwhelmed me.

* * *

I had no idea how long it had been since I had come to the house, and had become a slave to the old woman. I was so bored with my life! I wanted to do *something*! I wanted to have fun. This was so dull, so dreary, so drab! I needed color! I needed music!

"You need to go on a date" she said, surprising me. Could she hear my thoughts? She just smiled.

"A date?" I said.

"I have a friend in the next county. She has young ward, who is serving her. He is lonely. He wants a woman. I think that you should go meet him. Just don't let your maternal instincts overwhelm you. You will find it hard to work if you get pregnant."

That was it. I couldn't take anymore. I wasn't going to go out with a boy! I wasn't going to let him have sex with me! I turned out the door, and started running as fast as I could.

I tore around the corner, and looked over my shoulders. She was doing nothing to stop me. My hair was very long now, at least down to the bottom of my boobs. It was flying in the air behind me.

And speaking of my boobs, I was glad that I was wearing a bra, because they bounced as I ran, and jiggled from my movement. I needed all the support I could get, as they were at least D cup sized now. They were full and firm, with the large nipples slightly up-pointed.

If I had a tape measure on me, I would have found that my measurements were now 36-24-26, and I had shrunk to only five feet seven inches tall.

I was moving now with a very feminine style and grace. I was wearing a pretty dress with sensible shoes, but they hurt my feet to run in, so I had to slow down to a walk. My hips swayed as I moved, and I could tell without using my hands to feel that there was nothing between my legs now.

I knew I was a girl. A real girl, in every way. But at least I was free! I was able to leave this place! I walked triumphant and joyously. This was so much better than being a man, and being a slave. I threw my hands up in the air, and twirled around. I was free!

* * *

At the bottom of the path, I found my car! It was still there, with the keys inside. I opened the door, and I thought it was strange how everything seemed exactly how I had left it.

Even my bottle of soda, still had bubbles left in it. It was as if no time at all had passed. But it had been months and months! But I didn't want to even think about it. I turned the key, and the car started right up!

I tore out of there, driving as fast as I could. I looked on the passenger's seat, and oddly enough, my wallet had been changed into a purse. I opened it as I drove, and looked inside.

I found all the things you'd expect to find in a purse: money, credit cards, driver's license, makeup, tampons, coupons, loose change, compact mirror. I fixed my makeup in the rearview mirror as I drove, and put on fresh lipstick. I felt much better as I did it.

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