Aphrodisiac                        by: Rachel Ann Cooper               © 1999

 

To say that I found my married life ordinary, dull, mundane, would be an understatement. My name is Alice and I thought it was going to be 'Alice in Wonderland' to hear the descriptions of all my girlfriends. Not so with my catch, Beau. No, that's not a mistake. His southern parents named him Beauregard after some General or other. I was aware that his name and stature had caused him great difficulties in grade and high school where he finally convinced everyone to call him just Beau. Beau was fairly popular, considered a good catch even though he was not football material. Despite his name and hangups, I thought we could make a go of it and said yes when he proposed. We were both blue collar workers in this blue collar town and needed both incomes to survive, not unusual these days, eh? It was our love life that bothered me.

It was very blue collar too, no pizzaz, no adventure, no imagination or risk taking, no blood evoking screams or scratched backs, if you get my drift. Well, my mother had always told me that I was a little too adventurous and I could always hear, ringing in my ears, "Alice, you be careful." I was tired of being careful. I wanted something different, something stimulating, something off the wall that would make our lives a real kick. I began surfing the Web looking for answers and a few nights later stumbled upon a site that offered a 100% guaranteed organic aphrodisiac, an extract made from the root of a plant found only on the island of Maui near the Haleakala National Park. It was an extract made from the crushed roots, very powerful, or so they claimed.

The online ad read that only one tiny drop was enough to change your life and promised the more it was used, the more significant and permanent the changes, especially for a lack luster husband, that marital bliss was but a bottle away. It specifically said that a man would come to appreciate the passions of a woman and that he would be transformed into a passionate and receptive lover over a period of time. The ad further went on to say that men in particular would experience a break down in their wall of masculinity and would learn to feel and experience love with the intensity of a woman, that they would gain a respect for the finer things of life like art, music and sensuous clothing.

I knew I shouldn't believe everything I read but that sounded like just too much fun to pass up. So it turns out to be swamp water and I wasted a few bucks. Big deal. It arrived in a small box about ten days later. Inside was a carefully packed two ounce brown bottle with an eye dropper for measuring. The instructions were quite specific. They said that a drop on the tongue would cause immediate stirring and that it should be administered only to the less interested party at first as someone needed to be there to control the situation if it got out of hand. Wow! That sounded like powerful stuff, the real thing. The dropper was long but very narrow and the drops tiny. Now I had to figure a way to get Beau to take it. Then it hit me---sublingual B-12.

I'd get another bottle like this one and we'd have his and her's only his would be the real thing and mine would be straight B-12. The extract was beet red. It was perfect. I tried it on Beau that very night explaining we both needed some pepping up and asking him if he wouldn't mind taking a B-12 drop under his tongue.

I mean, I never said IT was B-12 now, did I? <evil grin> Beau never gave me too many problems and agreed. After we were in our nightwear, I carefully administered only one drop to him from his bottle, taking mine from the real B-12. I will give him that his foreplay was more imaginative that night but that was only the beginning. He was just getting warmed up. His imagination didn't end with foreplay. He did things to me that night that I had been praying about for a long time. The aphrodisiac worked and he was a real lover that night. That was FUN and he was exhausted afterwards, falling into a deep sleep. Well, that was lovely, I thought and out of curiosity picked up his bottle and read fine print on the label carefully. Fascinating stuff but the fine print was SO fine that I had to get out a magnifying glass to read it.

It was a disclaimer which stated: "the purchaser of this product warrants to hold harmless the manufacturer from any and all changes in mind or body of the user as these things may occur. Extended use can produce noticeable and permanent side effects. Constant exposure to this elixir has the ability to completely reverse one's situation and outlook on life and the changes could become irreversible after a few months, depending on frequency of use. Forrest Pharmacy shall not be held liable for any and all claims arising from the use of this product."

Well, that was interesting. Beau could stand some changes in his outlook, permanent or not. The directions were quite specific---never more than one drop at a time or two in 24 hour period. When Beau woke up the following morning, he was smiling. He was quite pleased with himself it appeared, having awakened with a little smirk on his face. "How'd I do last night Alice? Bloody good, don't you think?" "You were quite a tiger honey. That B-12 must have given you a real energy boost." "Yes, I felt very good there for a while. If it can give me that much energy in bed, I wonder what it could do for me at work?"

"Well, I don't know Beau. It could have some strange effects." "Oh pooh. Here, give me a drop for this morning. Maybe I'll get me a promotion." So, I gave him his 2^nd drop and while our kiss goodbye was very warm, he seemed rather in control as opposed to last night. Hmmm! Maybe it has a different effect depending on your state of mind when you take it. I suppose that's possible. He seemed almost normal. Almost! But I didn’t know the whole story then.

The fact of the matter was that Beau had an itch he couldn't scratch the rest of the day. His body seemed to tingle and yes, he did get more done at work. If he could just get past the tingling! About dinner time, the tingling ceased and Beau was back his old, lackluster self. Alice measured the number of drops that just the dropper could hold. It was thirty, a full months supply. At that rate, she had at least a two year supply even if she used it also now and then. She decided to use it that night too and experienced a most unusual feeling. It was warm and fuzzy and intensely loving but her approach to Beau took on the flavor of a male conquering his lady.

Beau, tingling all the while, responded in kind in a more receptive fashion, just like the ad had said. He was the male, yes, but more considerate and gentle and submissive and eager to please her. Alice didn't really like the way it made her feel, a bit aggressive and all, and decided she'd just give it to Beau from now on but still reserved her final judgement for later. More for you darling, she thought, and better loving for me. But you Ducky, you could stand some changes so you'll continue to get two drops a day. I LIKE this new you. The frequency of their rendevous went from once a week to twice to three and then to every night over the period of two months. By this time poor Beau was feeling one of the side effects, his underwear was driving him crazy. It scratched him and made his skin rough and sore.

Seeing this, Alice at once came to his aid with lotions and cremes to soothe and soften, which they did (which only made matters worse) and then she got him some silk underwear. The only thing she could find approximating his boxer shorts was French cut panties with 2" stretch lace cuffs and waist band and for an undershirt he began to wear an unadorned camisole. "Aw, that's much better," he exclaimed. "Now I can concentrate on my work and not on my itchy skin all day." Beau didn’t give much consideration to his change in underwear, only that it made him feel so much better. Already, he was beginning to appreciate the finer things in life. And so it became a ritual that Beau would take care of his skin just like Alice did with scented oil baths and creams and he could stand only lingerie next to his skin.

His skin seemed to be softening and becoming more tender and shaving his face was bothering him too. Alice found a company that had a product that retarded hair growth and while it wasn't very comfortable, she would warm wax his beard for him, yank it out and massage in this clear liquid until it dried and then some soothing moisture creme. As they began doing this they noticed that the hair that came back was less bristly and finer. After only a few months, Beau no longer had to worry about his irritated face. He no longer shaved and his skin tone was as good as Alice's. His body would still tingle when he took his morning drop though and that remained a mystery until one day he also discovered that his shirt and trousers were causing irritation on his tender skin of his neck, arms and legs. The only remedy appeared to be to put him in soft ladies slacks and blouses and ladies lightly woven socks or stockings. So, he and Alice went on a little shopping trip, a very feminine shopping trip involving only ladies shops. Now, he was entirely encased in feminine wear but he didn't care for it kept that awful itch at bay.

But the itch continued on his legs and so they used the wax and potion on his legs as well and soon his leg hair was gone as well and he felt better, deciding, for some strange reason, to get rid of all the hair on his body, he began to use it on his underarms and chest too and it too went away, never to return. His work was fine although he was definitely beginning to pay the price of using the potion twice a day. He was coming to appreciate the soft, the feminine and the more submissive role in their marriage as well. The fine print was eliciting it’s toll.

He began to defer to Alice in their decisions. He began to look and act a bit feminine and his body seemed to be taking on the shape of his clothing, rather expanding to fill the void. His slacks, at first too tight in the waist and too loose in the hips and a bit of a bother in the crotch, now showed off a shapely figure. "Beau, you have one great looking butt, you know that?" "Really Alice? Ronnie down at work says so too but everyone knows his preferences. Still, it’s nice to be noticed." His face seemed to soften too. He was more handsome and yet, it was more in a pretty way. Yes, Beau was becoming pretty, too pretty for a real man with his longish curly hair falling about his softening face that complimented his softening manner and now somewhat lilting voice.

They had been using his "B-12" on him for 6 months now and his attitudes were not those of a male any longer. Just as the ad said, his persona had undergone changes, rather permanent changes. His ladies slacks now fit almost perfectly and they had to keep getting him increasingly larger blouses to cover up his chest, so lovely now, so much fun to play with for Alice but it had to be bound tightly for work. Poor Beau, with his changing attitudes just took the addition of having the body of a desirable woman in stride. His new bosom was a source of great pleasure to both of them now. He of course realized his body was changing but for some reason was becoming rather fond of the changes and being able to keep up with Alice for a change.

He and Alice had never had so much fun in bed. The problem had become getting Beau to go out and face the world in the morning as Beau. His wardrobe became a constant progression of feminine finery and lovely lingerie. He began to crave it and had taken to lounging in a peignoir and mules. His love of lingerie spilled over into plucking his eyebrows and using a little blusher and lip gloss for work. He was beginning to look and act very sweet and very feminine. Alice had read of the side effects and remembered them well, "Constant exposure to this elixir could change ones outlook on life and the changes could become permanent." Was Alice's need for passion in her life turning her husband into a woman? His voice and the way he used it, his manner of speech was changing. He was dressed in nothing but silks and satins now as his skin would tolerate nothing else so he was dressed entirely as a female at home in gown, robe and satin slippers all the time. He had begun taking care of his hair and nails and letting both grow to a more attractive length---for a woman. His new figure needed, CRAVED a comfortable bra and so he began to wear one that added shape and sex appeal, not only around the house but also a sleep bra to sleep in. He began to find his masculine equipment a bit offensive in his girlish clothing and began wearing a gaff so there wouldn’t be any tell tale bulge in his lovely panties or slacks. Beau would stand in front of the mirror and admire the smooth crotch of his satin panties, now with it’s apparent feminine mound amidst the curves of his hips.

His demeanor had become so gentle and submissive and she had become the dominant force in the marriage by default as he seemed to lack interest in masculine things, pursuits and attitudes. She began to notice the way he looked at other women when they were out and then one night out of his mouth popped, "did you see the dress on that woman? What a horrible color for her." "Did you like the dress though Beau?" "Oh yes, the dress was lovely, not bad at all but that color, oh, my!" The moment of truth was at hand. "Beau honey, would you like to have one like that to wear? I think it would look much better on YOU." The answer had been in the fine print. "Oh, that would be just grand Alice. I’d just love it but don’t you think it cries out for some patent pumps and purse? I wonder where she got it? Shall we go shopping?"

"Yes dear, I think we should. I think you'd look lovely in something like that, don't you? We should really get you a new wardrobe of pretty things to go with that pretty face and figure." "Oh, yes. I loved that shirred skirt." Poor Beau was ‘round the bend. He couldn’t even think like a man anymore. No longer male in any meaningful sense of the word, they had his ears pierced that evening and got him some nice earrings for work and play. Nobody ever mistook him for a man when he and Alice were out anymore. He would always be miss’d by clerks and waitresses.

Well, boys and girls of varying tastes, it wasn't long until our Beau, thanks to Alice’s insatiable appetite for sex, fun and games, had become a person of the totally feminine persuasion, more of a Beatrice. Once Beatrice reached her full adult development of 36C-26-37 and had to switch professions and wear dresses and high heels to work every day, ‘she’ was in heaven. She just LOVED being a woman albeit a she-male. Alice was now the primary breadwinner & began to take a drop now and then herself and became the hard bodied dominant lover that she had wanted Beau to be albeit she still looked every bit the woman when she dressed up. Even though she had originally shunned the idea, she now was taking a regular dose of the elixer herself and had assumed the role of the man in their marriage. She was now in middle management and wore skirts sometimes but mostly pants suits to work. Still, they were happy. In the advertising game there is an expression, they call it "fluff" or ‘trade puffing’, just included to entice the unwary to try the product.

In the case of this web site product, there was no fluff. They were honest to a fault and poor Beatrice spent the rest of her natural (or was it) life as a housewife in skirts and heels after Alice's aggressive businesslike attitudes made her enough money that Beatrice could quit and just mind the house and be mommy to their two adopted children.

If only Alice would give her permission.

Aphrodisiac indeed! It had all seemed to innocent. Beatrice now can't for the life of her imagine why she EVER aspired to a career outside the home and her love life was simply wonderful even if she HAD become a functional lesbian. There was only one thing missing. She so wished she could have those children and nurse them at her bosom that they were considering adoption of an infant. Oh, well! Be careful what you wish for all you Alices!

The end

 

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