An hour later, Don looked in the mirror, and saw a fully feminine image of himself. In a little black dress, dark nylons, makeup and the works, he looked like a real woman! This was his dream come true. He really did feel like a woman now.

"Way back at the start Heather, I asked you why you wanted to be a woman. You didn't have an answer for me back then. Do you have one now? Have you searched your soul, and realized why it is that you have chosen this path for yourself?"

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but no I haven't been able to figure it out."

"Well *I* know why you did. It is because you want to serve *me*, and you could only do it if you do it if you became a woman. By making yourself into a woman, you are showing me that you submit to my feminine superiority. You are showing me that you look up to women so much, that you want to be one of *us*. Isn't that true?"

"Yes" whispered Don hoarsely.

"You like belonging to a woman, don't you? And your wife is too weak. You sought out a more powerful woman, one who could rule you. And that is why you are now *mine*. In every way. And this week, we will prove it. When I get done with you, there will be no doubt at all in your mind as to who you are, what you are, and what you want. I will empty out all your male traits, all your resistance, and fill the empty places with *me*. You will become nothing but an extension of me, doing only my bidding. You will have no free will of your own; you only live to serve me."

Don looked up at this middle-aged woman, wrinkles and all. She was womanly, but was no longer pretty. Yet she spoke with a power and a force that he could not deny. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, and said all the right words. If this was a game, it was better than he could have ever imagined. If this was for *real*, and she was truly going to make him her slave, then at least he would enjoy has last few days of self-determination.

"First of all Heather, I have a few tests for you. On this table here, you see several objects."

She pulled back a white sheet that had been covering a table. It revealed several objects, which made his heart jump into high gear, and begin pounding.

"First, we have this bottle of estrogen pills. If you want to really be a woman, then come take your first dose. A large dose to begin the process of switching the feminine traits in your cells on. You'll start to grow real boobs of your own. You will lose the ability to get hard. Your skin will get soft. You will start to transform into a woman."

Don was very excited, and felt himself indeed get very hard.

"Or second, we have this strap-on. I can put it on, have you give me BJs, to practice for when I invite some young men over. Then you can do them all night to your hearts content. I can also use it to penetrate you, and show you who it is that goes on top, in bed."

Don was excited, yet disgusted. He wanted to be a woman, but the thought of being with a male was revolting and a turnoff.

"Third, I can use this whip, put on my leather clothes, and completely dominate you. I can use pain to make you do anything I choose, and make you my total complete slave."

That was really exciting to him, being dominated by a woman. But not as good as option #1.

"Fourth, we have this frilly dress. You can wear it, and I will turn you into a sissy."

That got his attention, and seemed exciting too.

"Or lastly, we have this drug you can take. It will make you weak, and render you unconscious. I will then brainwash you, and when you wake up, your willpower will be gone. You will *believe* that you are really a woman."

That was also very appealing.

"And I get to choose?" said Don.

"What do you say?"

"Well, they all sound exciting. I like parts of each of them. But I cannot decide. I belong to you, and you must decide for me. I put myself at your mercy."

Carol had anticipated such a reply. Don had become very dependent on her lately, relying on her to make all the decisions at work. So she was prepared.

"Come sit in this chair. I will tie you up, then I will tell you what your fate will be."

Don eagerly sat down, and let her tie him up. He was very hard now, on the verge of orgasm. She made sure to spread his legs wide, and tie the ankles to the chair as well.

"I have decided...." she said, giving a dramatic pause, "...after careful consideration, that your fate this week will be to undergo *all* of the options. I will make you take your estrogen pills, and start your physical transformation. I will brainwash you, and start your mental transformation. I will alter your sexuality, and make you service my male friends. I will use the strap-on, and give it to you as well. I will make you a weak sissy, *and* I will use pain to dominate and train you. I will do all this, and more."

Don did come in his panties. From the look on his face, Carol could tell. She gave a wicked smile. She was going to enjoy her week off...

* * *

From the moment that the drugs he took started to kick in, the whole week was a blur for Heather. She remembered small bits of it, but they were fleeting, like a dream.

She remembered taking estrogen pills, and hearing Carol talk.

"You're a woman now, with the same sex hormones flowing in your veins as we do. You are one of us."

She remembered dressing as a sexy maid, and washing all the windows in Carol's large house, while she watched closely and made sure he did a perfect job.

She remembered being hit by the whip for not being obedient enough, and doubling over in pain from it. She remembered blacking out from the pain as he looked up at her, helpless.

She remembered calling some woman, and telling her that a man named Don was gone forever, and that he had left her all his estate. The woman had seemed happy to hear that, and mommy Carol was pleased that she had done such a good job.

She seemed to remember suckling on mommy Carol's breasts, as she said: "There, there baby Heather. Mommy's little girl is going to be all right now. What a pretty little girl you are."

She remembered wearing frilly dresses, and learning to skip and hop, and play little girl games. She remembered feeling proud that his bra was filled out by the mounds on her chest. Other girls her age were still flat, but she was already developing.

She remembered as Carol brought a few guys over for a party, and she allowed her to date one. She remembered her first kiss, and how she pleased the boy the way that mommy Carol had showed her. She had practiced quite a bit!

The only thing that she couldn't remember was that she thought that she had once used another name. But try as she might, the only name she could ever remember using was Heather. *Her* name.

* * *

Heather filed her nails, and looked at the pile with all the typing that needed to be done. Carol had been busy lately, with it being the end of the year and all. They would both work late into the night, before going home.

They both lived at Carol's house now. During the day, Heather was Carol's assistant, doing whatever she needed to do her job. Then they would go home, where Carol was the lord and master of the house. Heather would serve her, do the chores, cook, clean, and whatever was needed. Then she would give Carol pleasure in bed, using her tongue like she had been taught.

Sometimes they went on double dates, but Carol told Heather that she didn't want any man coming in between them. Their relationship together was more important.

That was what Heather loved so much about Carol. She sighed as she plunged her scrub brush back into the bucket of warm water and cleanser. Carol cared for her so much! She loved her so. That was why Heather would do *anything* to keep her happy. Look how happy she had made Heather feel.

Heather took off her latex gloves, which were protecting her long nails from the harsh chemicals of the cleanser. She was so luck to have someone like Carol. What more could a girl ask for?

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