Be Careful What You Wish For

(Or Relationship Therapy)

by Jodie Anderson

PART 1

  

Jake sat in a dimly lit waiting room and sipped on a cup of coffee. It was the best he had had in quite some time. He was feeling very relaxed. Soothing classical music drifted down into the room from high-quality speakers in the ceiling. The week before, Jake had broken down and called Sheila, his ex-girlfriend, to see if she wanted to go out for a couple of drinks--he had missed her tremendously. He was thrilled when she accepted his offer. He took her to her favorite restaurant. The evening went extremely well. A few weeks later Jake asked her if he could move back in with her. Sheila agreed--but only with several conditions. The main condition was that Jake agree to see a social worker with her once a week. Jake had reluctantly agreed. And now, he was sitting in the waiting room wondering to himself if it was worth it. Jake was somewhat of a private person, so he loathed the idea of discussing his relationship with a social worker.

An attractive blonde haired woman opened the office door.

"Hi, Darlene Cole, social worker, pleased to meet you." She said with a charming smile. She offered Jake her hand. Jake stood up.

"Jake Anderson. Pleased to meet you Darlene." He said, returning the smile.

"I'm sorry Jake, but I need you to call me Ms. Cole. It's unprofessional for you to use my first name." She said nicely. Ms. Cole appeared to be in her early forties. She was wearing a moderate amount of make-up, especially around her eyes. She was very attractive and captivated Jake's attention immediately. Jake followed her into the office.

Like the waiting room, the office was dimly lit. There was a desk, several comfortable looking chairs, and an elegant sofa off to one side. One giant window provided a nice view of Jake's hometown, a large suburb of Washington, D.C., the tree-line, and, far in the distance, Jake a small sparkling river. Sheila was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.

"Please, have a seat." Ms. Cole motioned to the sofa. She was wearing an expensive suit; the cut of the skirt was short, somewhat revealing, but not quite unprofessional. Jake sat down and put a hand on Sheila's thigh. Sheila gave him a forced, uneasy smile. Her dyed blonde hair looked so sexy in the dark light of the office. She was in her mid twenties, 5'8", with full-breasts and full hips. She was slightly overweight, or perfect, depending on your point of view. Her tight, Paris Blues, hip-hugger jeans–the kind that look good on just about anybody–clung to her hips and thighs nicely.

Jake looked around the room trying to take everything in. At the same time, he started to feel a warm tingling sensation creep into his body. 'I feel great this morning. What a relaxing atmosphere,' Jake thought looking around the office. 'They must do that on purpose, to make everyone feel comfortable.'

Ms. Cole pulled up a chair and placed it directly in front of Jake. She sat down and looked directly at Jake. Her hair was teased and fell all around her face and shoulders in an intentionally disshelved way.

"So Jake, tell me, why are we here?" She asked looking deep into his eyes. Her eyes were dark, beautiful, and rather mesmerizing. The heavy mascara and thick liquid eye-liner she wore made her eyes stand out perfectly. Her look was powerful and intense--penetrating. Jake felt as if she were peering directly into his soul, but, at the same time, he felt completely comfortable with this woman.

Ms. Cole's pretty yet powerful face and intense eyes commanded Jake's attention and deterred him from lying.

He started planning out an untruthful, defensive response when he was hit with a realization: 'Why not be honest with this woman?' he thought to himself. 'Why not tell her everything? What could it hurt? If Sheila can't deal with what I say then maybe we should go our separate ways now, it will sure save us a lot of heartache. On the other hand, who knows, maybe this woman can help us, maybe she can help me.' Jake decided that he was going to try to be completely honest. And then, he started talking.

"The problem is me, and my cheating." Jake said.

"How many times have you cheated on Sheila?" Ms. Cole asked.

"Seven or eight," Jake answered.

"Seven or eight times, or with seven or eight women?

"Seven or eight women," Jake admitted.

"How many times?" Ms. Cole asked again in a firm yet soothing voice.

"Thirty or forty." Jake said quietly. Sheila was completely still; she looked shocked, cold, and extremely angry.

'Oh my gad! That's even worse than I thought. I can't believe I'm in love with this slut!' Shiela thought to herself.

"I see." Ms. Cole said flatly, with a slightly contemptuous look. She stared at Jake waiting for him to break the silence.

"I really can't help it." Jake said lamely, looking at Sheila for empathy. He didn't get any. "I really can't help it. I think I'm flat out obsessed with women."

"Really? What makes you think that? Please, explain." Ms. Cole said. She inched her chair a little closer to Jake. He didn't notice.

"I don't know. I'm just always thinking about women, and looking at them." The tingling sensation Jake felt was growing more intense. Jake didn't notice, his mind was preoccupied with Ms. Cole and her questions.

"Well, what is it that you like about women? And be specific." Ms. Cole said, crossing her stocking-covered legs. Jake's eyes and mind betrayed him; he glanced down at Ms. Cole's thick thighs...he loved the luster of her nylons in the dim light. His eyes wandered up her inner thighs for a slight fraction of a second, before he looked back up. Ms. Cole was staring right at him and had obviously seen everything.

"I like the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they carry themselves." Jake said quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"That response was a bit terse. Please be more specific Jake. What do you like about the way they walk?" Ms. Cole asked. At first, Jake simply felt comfortable with Ms. Cole, but at this point he felt a genuine sense of empathy from her and an accompanying need to tell her everything he felt. Before Jake knew it, he was explaining his desires in great detail.

"I like the way their hips shake when they walk. I like the way their thighs stretch their skirts and pants when they walk. I like the swishing sound their pantyhose make, the click of their heels on a wooden floor, the way the light reflects off their shimmery pantyhose." Ms. Cole nodded and Jake continued.

"I like the way they smell, the way they flip their hair out of their eyes, their cute little mannerisms...their gestures, their wild emotions...the way they flirt and tease, the way they wear make-up to attract attention, the way they can act and dress so damned sexy."

"What about the way they dress?" Ms. Cole asked.

"I like the fabrics they wear...nylon, spandex, satin, silk, lycra and anything that stretches. I love seeing a women in a short tight skirt, stockings, high heels, a silk blouse, a satin bra and panties. I love how they can dress all prim and proper one day, and then like a whore the next. I love watching a woman prance around in platforms...or knee high boots." Jake couldn't believe what he was saying, but he also couldn't stop himself. With every word he felt more and more confident and a growing need to be completely honest and tell Ms. Cole everything. "I love stockings...garter belts...little sun dresses...spaghetti straps...elegant evening gowns....spandex I love the noises they make when they're turned on. I love how they look when they bend over, when they undress. I love the sounds they make when they're having sex." Jake finally managed to stop himself. He watched Ms. Cole's hands for a few seconds as she wrote down a few notes on a legal pad–her hands were slender and feminine, but also strong looking. The nails were perfectly manicured, and a little on the long side.

"Now Jake," Ms. Cole said leaning forward and touching his hand lightly, "I want you to tell us something different. Tell us what you want in a woman. What makes your perfect girl? Tell us what your ideal woman would be like."

Jake looked confused.

"What would your dream woman be like? If you could build her from scratch...what would she look like? What would she act like? What would she dress like? And please be specific Jake, don't be shy, I've heard it all before." She winked at him smiling.

"Well, for starters, she would be extremely shy and submissive."

"Why would she be shy?" Ms. Cole asked.

"I don't know, I've always been attracted to shy women, there is something so...so...helpless about them."

"What else?" Ms. Cole prodded. Jake could tell that his answers were making Sheila angry. He tried to control his mouth but he just couldn't; the words kept pouring out as if his mouth were on auto-pilot.

"She would be shy and sexy, very sexy, very flirtatious....intelligent but not outspoken. She would be a good listener, she would be very attached to me. She would dress sexy, but not trashy, well, unless she was told to dress trashy." Again, Jake was astounded at the statements spewing from his mouth. He couldn't believe he was sharing these buried and hidden treasures with Shila and a total stranger. He had never told anyone the things he was saying, but it felt really cathartic to be honest. He looked over at Sheila to try to gage the damage. She looked mildly surprised, but not shocked anymore.

"What would she be like in the bedroom?" Ms. Cole prodded deeper into Jake's mind.

"She would practically be a sex addict, she would love to wear sexy lingerie, and would like to experiment, she would be into kinky things, but she would be sexually submissive and easily controlled," Jake said. Sheila laughed out loud. It was brief and she quieted down quickly, putting her hands over her smiling face. Ms. Cole glanced at her briefly and then looked back at Jake. Jake continued, "she would be very seductive....and at the same time she would be easy to seduce. She would have long hair, at least a C-cup....and above all else, would have a hot butt."

"How many hours a day do you think about women?" Ms. Cole asked, changing the direction of her questions.

"At least three or four." Jake estimated. For the first time since Jake was in the room Ms. Cole released him from her penetrating stare. She quickly jotted down more notes on her legal pad and then turned and looked at Sheila.

"Well, not that I'm an expert on the subject, but it sounds to me like Jake has correctly diagnosed himself. It sounds like he is deeply obsessed with women." Ms. Cole said.

"Do you think we have any hope?" Sheila asked.

"Oh yes. Yes I do. Based on what you told me earlier, and based on the fact that Jake is here, I think you two have a great chance of working out your problems. I might even go so far as to say that the two of you will be a perfect match for each other, provided, of course, that you are both willing to make some changes."

"I'm willing to change." Sheila said with a half smile.

"What about you Jake?" Ms. Cole asked.

"I'm definitely willing to change. Sheila means more to me than anyone I've ever dated. I really do love her and I really want to try to make this work." He said honestly.

"Good." Ms. Cole said satisfied. "Before you leave Jake, I want you to fill out a personality inventory for me. It consists of 200 statements. You simply fill in the bubble on the answer sheet to show whether you agree with the statement, disagree, strongly agree, or strongly disagree with the statement." She handed him a pencil and a booklet. Jake went to work on the personality test while Sheila and Ms. Cole talked quietly.

PART 2

Jake and Sheila began seeing Ms. Cole once a week. For some reason the conversations tended to focus on Jake's behavior and his feelings. Occasionally they discussed his cheating, and how it made Sheila feel, but other than that all they seemed to talk about was detailed descriptions of Jake's personality. Jake didn't mind. He felt completely comfortable with Ms. Cole and he was willing to work on his behavior to try to salvage the only meaningful relationship he had had in his whole life.

Jake was really happy with his and Sheila's new relationship. Sheila had been giving him much more freedom and he was really enjoying it. Everything was going well in Jake's life until he woke up one morning with a painful, cramping sensation in his feet. After getting out of bed he drank several cups of water to try to hydrate his body. To Jake's disappointment the cramping sensation didn't go away; in fact, it only grew worse.

Later in the day, while Jake was at work, the feeling spread into his calves. He took some aspirin and thought nothing of it. A few days later the pain subsided and turned into a faint, dull ache. Just when Jake thought he was back to normal, he started feeling the same cramping sensation, but this time it was in his knees.

"I've really got to start drinking more water!" Jake thought to himself. "These cramps are ridiculous." For the next few days Jake tried drinking plenty of water and he tried taking aspirin, but to his disappointment, instead of going away the cramping sensation simply spread to his thighs and quadriceps. But, once again, after a few days the pain subsided and soon Jake thought nothing of it.

It had been four weeks since they had started seeing Ms. Cole. Jake was siting in the waiting room to Ms. Cole's office once again (for some reason, their sessions always started with Sheila and Ms. Cole talking alone). After about fifteen to twenty minutes Ms. Cole would call Jake in. Jake didn't mind at all, he would just sit and read and drink coffee. This day was no different, and after about twenty minutes Ms. Cole called Jake in. Right as he walked into the office Jake felt a slight, pleasant tingling feeling in his shoulders. He always seemed to get this feeling when he was in Ms. Cole's office. He wasn't sure if it was the lights, Ms. Cole's understanding personality, or the warm and cosy atmosphere of the office that made him feel this way. He simply embraced the feeling and let himself go. Ms. Cole had certainly managed to build up a nice level of rapport with Jake; she was always so caring and empathetic.

Ms. Cole always listened intently to Jake when he talked. With her charm, beauty, training, and experience, she had quickly managed to gain Jake's heart-felt trust.

"So Jake," Ms. Cole said pulling her chair closer to Jake as always, "how have you been lately?"

"I've been doing great." Jake answered smiling.

"Good." Ms. Cole stared at him with her warm yet piercing eyes. "Have you still been cheating?" She asked. Jake was a little shocked by the question. He inadvertently looked down at his shoes. He thought about lying, and even started concocting a story in his head, but when he looked up at Ms. Cole's eyes he immediately knew that he could not lie to her. The tingling feeling was spreading rapidly through his body.

"Jake, I asked you a question. Have you still been cheating?"

"Yes." He admitted. Sheila crossed her arms and leaned back on the couch. She didn't even bother to try to hide her anger this time.

"With whom?" Ms. Cole asked.

"A woman at work."

"What do you like about this woman?" Jake felt the tingling malaise creep all the way into his fingertips and toes as Ms. Cole continued to question him. He felt compelled to answer her honestly.

"I love the way she dresses, and flirts." He answered slowly. Ms. Cole simply stared at him and waited for him to continue. "She wears these tight little skirts...silk blouses...and silky pantyhose–the type of clothes I absolutely adore on a woman. She flaunts herself, and her sexuality, but in a very subtle, sneaky way. She struts around me in her high heels, she dyes her hair blonde, I know she does it to look sexy." Jake tried pausing again but Ms. Cole simply raised her eyebrows and gave him an austere look. He looked at Sheila: she was also staring at him. He wanted to shut the heck up, but he couldn't. The tingling sensation was overwhelming him. He focused all his attention on keeping his mouth closed, but it simply continued on without his mind's permission.

"She wears these pushup bras that I love, and you always see her bra through her thin silky shirts, and I love her satin thongs, and her perfume--her perfume drives me absolutely crazy. I tried not to think about her but she teased and taunted me day after day and week after week." He continued. "Just the other day the two of us had to meet together to go over a report. When I walked into her office I was overwhelmed by her perfume; she was practically drenched in it. She shut the door and we were alone. She must have unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse when I wasn't looking, because when I turned toward her I could see her black satin bra. I knew she was doing it on purpose, to tease me, or to seduce me, but I still couldn't stop myself. Two days later we met for lunch, and then didn't go back to work that afternoon." Ms. Cole thought about asking more detailed questions but decided against it for the time being.

"So that's what you like? Those are the kinds of personality traits you like in a woman? That aggressive sense of sexuality. That's how you like women to dress and act?" Ms. Cole asked Jake seriously.

"Yes. I love Sheila, but I love when women dress sexy, and tease. I can't explain it, I just love it." Jake finished.

"One more question Jake. Do you happen to know what type of perfume this woman was wearing?"

"Jill Sanders" Jake answered.

Ms. Cole muttered to herself and jotted down something in her notebook. She leaned back, sighed deeply, and then looked over to Sheila.

"It looks like Jake's obsession is worse than I thought. Sheila, would you mind if I started seeing Jake alone, once or twice a week?"

"Not at all." Sheila sat looking coldly at Jake. "I think that would be a great idea."

PART 3

Jake woke up one morning with a soreness in his butt and groin. He took three aspirin immediately and drank several glasses of water but the soreness stayed with him all day. By the evening, the soreness spread to his hips and waist. When Jake woke up the next the day, the cramps and pain had subsided a little.

"Thank goodness it's going away," he said out loud. Jake looked over to Sheila's side of the bed, but she was gone. He pulled himself out of bed and took a shower. Jake started getting dressed.

When he pulled on his pants they felt somewhat strange. Jake looked at himself in the mirror and realized that his pants looked a little tight.

"I've got to start getting to the gym more," he thought to himself. "I think I'm putting on weight in my legs." From that day on Jake vowed to go to the gym three times a week.

A week later Jake's pains had gone away completely, but he still felt strange. His body felt different to him. His pants had become tighter, not only in the thighs, but also in the hips and the butt. But what was really strange was that his pant legs seemed slightly too long. "I wonder what the heck happened to these pants," he said, taking off a pair and throwing them in the closet. He tried another pair and they felt much better; in fact, they were slightly loose. He looked at the inside of the pants to see the measurements but the numbers were worn out. 'Strange,' he thought to himself.

At Jake's next session with Ms. Cole he asked her if he looked different. "Not at all Jake." Ms. Cole replied evenly.

"It's so strange, my body feels different somehow, but I can't explain it." Jake said. "My legs feel puffy or something, and they look bigger. I think I'm putting on weight in my lower body."

"Maybe you should try some toning exercises." Ms. Cole suggested cracking a smile.

"Maybe I should." Jake said. The tingling feeling Jake got when he was in Ms. Cole's office was back. His mind started wandering, and he started thinking about the tingling sensation. 'Why do I always feel this way when I'm here?' He thought to himself. Ms. Cole sensed Jake's mind wandering; she reached out and touched him gently on the thigh.

"Jake," she said, angling her face so it was right in front of his, "how have you been sleeping lately?

"Oh, sorry, mmmmm, I haven't been sleeping well lately." Jake responded. Ms. Cole's hand lingered on Jake's thigh for a few seconds before she let go of him. She was flirting with him a little but he didn't notice it.

"I've got something that I think will help you Jake." She said, handing Jake a case containing several compact discs. "These discs contain nature sounds. Right before you go to bed, just pop one in, press play and you'll be sleeping like a baby in ten minutes. There are seven discs, one for each night of the week. Make sure you alternate them regularly or else they will lose their effectiveness."

"Cool." Jake said examining the discs.

Later that evening, right before Jake was about to go to bed, he remembered the discs Ms. Cole had given to him. He flipped through the discs and pulled out one titled "the Rain forest." Jake put the disc in his compact disc player and pressed play. Within seconds soothing rain forest sounds were drifting out of the speakers and into the room. Jake turned the volume down and got in bed.

"Wow, I think it's working already," he thought. Seconds later he was asleep.

About five minutes later the door to the bedroom opened slowly. Sheila poked her head in and saw that Jake was sound asleep. Her hourglass shadow danced on the wall as she tiptoed over to the stereo. She leaned over and pressed the "continuous play" button on the disc player. Sheila looked down at Jake; he was in a deep sleep. She reached out and turned the volume up a few notches. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly into a derisive smile.

"Sweet dreams darling." Sheila whispered. She puckered her pretty lips, blew Jake a kiss, and tiptoed back out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. The stereo continued to play the disc, but the sounds of the rain forest faded out slowly...and then...Darlene Cole's voice faded in....and began to brainwash Jake.

Jake woke up the next morning feeling great. He looked over at the compact disc player and it was turned off.

"Gosh, I feel great. That disc was magical!" He said out loud. Jake was an instant believer. Every night after that he played one of the discs right before going to bed.

PART 4

For the next few weeks everything went along smoothly. Sheila and Jake were getting along extremely well: she let him go out whenever he wanted; she didn't get mad when he flirted with other girls, even when he did it in front of her; and she had changed a little herself. Sheila was going to the gym three times a week, she was more active, and she was going out more. Sheila was more sensual too, and generally quite pleasant to be around. But despite what Sheila did for Jake, he still cheated. He just couldn't get over his obsession with women.

The therapy sessions helped both Sheila and Jake get in touch with their own feelings. Jake continued to see Ms. Cole once a week by himself, and once a week with Sheila. Jake still completely trusted Ms. Cole. For some reason, he felt like he could open up to her more than any other person he had ever met in his entire life. He really connected with her and was always mesmerized when he was in her presence. When Ms. Cole looked at him with her penetrating stare, Jake was always completely lost. When Sheila stopped going to the sessions altogether Jake didn't even notice.

"We're gonna try something different today Jake." Ms. Cole said at Jake's next session. "We're gonna do some role playing."

"Role-playing? What type of role-playing?" Jake asked not sounding too thrilled about the prospect.

"Well, you're gonna play Sheila, and I'm gonna play you. We're gonna have a conversation about your cheating. The point is to get you to understand what Sheila feels when you cheat on her. We all know how much you love her. So hopefully, you'll start to realize how bad you make her feel when you cheat on her. If we can get you to really internalize those feelings that Sheila has, .maybe you will stop cheating. That's the basic idea." She explained. Jake was reluctant, but decided to give it a try. A few minutes after they started role-playing, the tingling sensation crept over Jake and spread through his body once again.

At the end of the role-playing session, Ms. Cole asked Jake how he felt.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't really feel anything special." Jake said.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to work on getting you deeper into your role." Ms. Cole said seriously.

Over the next few sessions Ms. Cole continued to have Jake role-play. Ms. Cole always played Jake, and Jake always played Sheila. Jake had made a lot of progress but still hadn't completely internalized how badly his cheating hurt Sheila. But something different happened at the fourth role-playing session.

Jake was sipping on his coffee, but this time it was so strong he could barely drink it. Nevertheless, he ended up finishing the cup. Ten minutes later Ms. Cole called him in.

"Jake, I sense a break through opportunity with you. You've been so close but can't quite make it over the edge. Today we're gonna have to try some different methods." Ms. Cole was talking but Jake could barely understand her. The tingling sensation was dominating him. This time it was much stronger and completely overwhelming. "If we' re gonna get you over the edge, we really need you to get deeper into your role." Ms. Cole removed a pair of panties and a bra from a small paper bag and handed them to Jake. "For starters, put these on," she said nonchalantly. Jake felt compelled to obey her request. A few minutes later he was wearing the bra and panties underneath his clothes. "Now Jake, we' re gonna start role-playing again, but this time I really want you to dig deep and try to feel something." Ms. Cole said emphatically. They began to role-play again, but this time, Jake felt something different inside himself. He started to feel upset at Ms. Cole. Ms. Cole sensed it and pushed Jake further into his role. By the end of the session, something inside Jake had completely snapped and he truly felt as if he were Sheila and Ms. Cole were him. Before he knew what hit him, he was in tears. Ms. Cole stopped the session abruptly and gave Jake a long hug.

"It's okay Jake. Come back to me now. It's Ms. Cole." Ms. Cole said quietly. She repeated herself a few times. Jake began to soothe down. After several minutes he was able to regain his composure and break out of the Sheila role. "I think that' s enough for today," Ms. Cole said.

Jake got up the next morning and he couldn't fit into his pants. His butt and thighs were just too big. Sheila walked in while he was trying to pull his pants on. She was wearing a pair of what satin panties underneath nude shimmery pantyhose. She was also wearing a white satin bra. Her hair was pinned on top of her head in an elegant heap.

"None of my pants fit, and I've got to be to work in twenty minutes." Jake groaned. Sheila reached into a drawer and pulled out a spandex body-shaper.

"It's probably all that chocolate you've been eating lately." She laughed. She looked radiant in the morning light. "Try this." She said tossing the body-shaper to Jake. He looked at it frowning. "Oh don't be so stupid Jake! It looks just like a pair of biking shorts. It will slim you down so you can fit in your pants. Besides, who will see it?" Sheila questioned. Jake shrugged and pulled on the shaper. He pulled on his pants, and they fit perfectly.

When Jake got to work he started getting cramps and aches in his upper body. They started in his shoulders and then spread down his arms. By the afternoon, the aches grew worse and had spread to his chest and neck. 'What now?' Jake thought to himself. He tried taking aspirin again, but the aches didn't go away until four days later.

Jake's body looked extremely different, but, for some strange reason, he didn't realize it. His hips had begun to develop and his male equipment had shrunken dramatically. His body looked extremely feminine in the black spandex body-shaper he wore hidden beneath his suit.

At Jake' s next session with Ms. Cole, she was extremely happy with him. She sat down on the couch next to him.

"Jake, you' ve really made a lot of progress and I want to commend you on your efforts. At our last session together, you demonstrated that you are finally able to see how Sheila feels when you treat her badly." She was smiling. She raised her bottle of mineral water in the air and said "To Jake."

"To me!" Jake laughed raising his cup of coffee. After he sipped it, his smile faded and he looked a bit nervous. "Ms. Cole, I have to admit, I still haven' t been able to stop cheating. What does that mean?"

"It just means that your obsession is extremely deep and strong, just as I thought. For some people, their obsessions never go away, but they just learn to manage them appropriately. And for other people, they are actually able to beat their obsessions. I think with you, you are always going to be obsessed with women, but we just need to get you to the point where you can manage your obsession so it doesn't interfere with your daily routine, and, more importantly, so it doesn't interfere with your relationships. We need to help you find other ways to release your sexual energy without cheating and, at the same time, we need to have you empathize with women in general, so you will not always see them as sexual objects. Now Jake, this takes time, so don't put a lot of pressure on yourself." Ms. Cole finished. She stared at him for a few seconds and then cracked a slightly impish smile. "I have a feeling that things are gonna change for you." She sent him out into the hallway for another cup of coffee. A few minutes later, she asked him to come back in.

"The role-playing seemed to be very effective on you, so we're gonna continue the role-playing. But now, you're gonna play your ideal woman. I'm still gonna play you." Ms. Cole said to Jake. He looked confused. " Your gonna play the woman you told me about the first time we met, your fantasy woman. Do you think you can manage that?"

"Sure." Jake said. The tingling feeling was all over him once again.

"Okay, great. Let's pretend we're at a bar and I'm trying to get you to come home with me." Ms. Cole said. Her voice was serious and commanding. They started role-playing. Ms. Cole played Jake's part well. Jake didn't play his fantasy woman role very well. Ms. Cole could sense that Jake wasn't in touch with his fantasy woman's feelings.

"I think the first problem is that you don't have a name. Let' s call you Rose. How is that?" Ms. Cole asked, but it didn't really sound like a question. Jake shuttered involuntarily. "What's wrong Jake, is there something wrong with that name?"

"No. That's fine." He lied. When Ms. Cole said the name "Rose", Jake felt a weird feeling deep inside himself, as if some powerful emotion lying dormant in his personality started to awake. He couldn't explain it, and wasn't sure that he wanted Ms. Cole to know about it.

Ms. Cole and Jake continued to role-play for the next few sessions. Ms. Cole always played Jake, and Jake always played Rose. Jake didn't make much progress.

"Jake, I don't think you' re trying hard enough." Ms. Cole accused.

"You're probably right," he admitted. "I don't know what it is, but I just can' t get into this role like I could get into the Sheila role." Jake popped a small chocolate into his mouth. He had been eating a lot of chocolates lately....he just couldn't get enough of them. It was odd, he used to never eat chocolates--salty snacks had been his problem.

"Well, I think we' re gonna have to try something different, or else we're just wasting our time." Ms. Cole walked over to the closet and picked up a shopping bag. She removed a pair of flared jeans and a long-sleeve cotton top. She walked over to Jake and said, " Here, put these on. Oh don't worry, I won't look." She winked at him roguishly. Jake felt compelled to obey. He removed his clothes--except for the spandex body shaper he was wearing underneath--and put on the jeans and shirt.

"Good, you look much better." Ms. Cole said casually. They started role-playing again, but this time Jake felt a little different. He felt more in touch with his role. When they were finished Ms. Cole asked him, "so, how did Rose feel when she was being hit on? Was she offended?"

"I don't think so." Jake said slowly. He thought for a few seconds and then continued, "You know, I think she kind of liked the attention. But I also think she wasn't interested in you."

"I'm surprised she wasn't completely offended. You must not be internalizing her feelings yet. We'll keep working on it." Ms. Cole knew full well that Jake was feeling different inside, and she knew that Jake--as Rose--liked the sexual attention she was getting. In fact, that is exactly what Ms. Cole wanted.

PART 5

The role-playing continued for the next few weeks. Little by little, Ms. Cole pushed Jake deeper and deeper into his role. Ms. Cole insisted that he wear women's clothing during every session, but she let him change when the sessions were over. The outfits were conservative at first; usually tight jeans or long loose skirts and sweaters. However, slowly but surely, the outfits became slightly more fashionable and revealing. At the same time, Ms. Cole worked on other aspects of Jake 's appearance. She had his nails and hair done, and she slowly introduced him to art of make-up. The sessions also became more emotionally intense as time wore on. Jake was really starting to connect with Rose, just as he had earlier with Sheila' s role. Ms. Cole sensed this and pushed Jake even harder. One morning, a few weeks later, Jake got to work about an hour late. For some reason, he had been sleeping much longer and was having trouble getting up in the mornings. When he got to his desk there was a note taped to his computer. It said to see Ms. Akers. Ms. Akers was his boss. Jake sighed and went up to her office.

"Hi Jake." Ms. Akers said smiling. "Please, have a seat." She said motioning to the two chairs directly in front of her large, oak desk. She was a tall, pretty woman in her late forties. Jake sat in the chair closer to the door. "Oh, sorry, do you mind closing the door?" This made Jake slightly nervous, Ms. Aker's had never asked him to close the door before.

Jake got up and walked over to the door. Ms. Akers watched him closely as he walked. Jake's pants were too tight and plainly revealed the spandex undergarment that was compressing his fully developed womanly butt, thighs, and hips. Jake shut the door and returned to his seat.

"Jake, is something going on that you want to tell me about?" Ms. Akers asked him as he sat back down.

"No. Not that I know of." He answered cautiously. "Why do you ask?" As he was talking his mind wandered off...down a deep long corridor. On and on he wandered in his mind...he could hear a woman's voice at the end of the hallway....whispering something. And then, all of a sudden, he heard a woman's voice in his head...the voice was crystal clear...and it whispered "Rose." Jake tried to snap back into reality and focus on his conversation with Ms. Akers.

"You haven't seemed yourself lately Jake. For starters, you've been coming in late, and, well, you've seemed more emotional lately." Ms. Akers said. 'He looks out-of-it. I wonder what's going on with him.' She thought to herself. Deep in Jake's mind her heard a female voice say "Rose" again.

"I'm sorry. I just haven't been able to get out of bed on time. I don't know what it is, but I assure you, I haven't been staying out late at night or drinking, or anything like that. And, I've been staying late to make up for it." Jake started feeling really strange and shy, he lowered his eyes away from Ms. Akers. He felt himself slipping--inadvertently–into the "Rose" role.

"Yes, that's true, I noticed that you've been staying late, and I appreciate it. But that's not the main point here. You don't look yourself Jake." She said, emphasizing the word 'look'.

"What are you talking about?" Jake said indignantly.

"I don't know how to say this, but you look like you' ve gained a lot of weight, uuummm, in your lower body." Her eyes looked down at Jake's hips and upper thighs, they stopped on Jake's crotch for a moment, and then moved up to his chest.

"Well, I've been working out a lot." Jake retorted feeling more than slightly embarrassed. Ms. Akers was openly staring at his waist. He felt a flood of emotion pouring through his body. He felt himself feeling more and more like Rose, and realized that he was starting to exhibit he traits. He crossed his legs in an effeminate gesture, and stuck out his chest–these actions did not go unnoticed by Ms. Akers.

"But you've lost weight in your upper body, your shirts don't fit you at all." Ms. Akers said. She continued to look his body over. Jake looked down at his shirt: it was way too baggy and looked huge. "Other people have noticed too. Some of your co-workers are worried about you." Ms. Akers paused briefly. Jake didn't respond so she continued. "You've been awfully quiet lately too." She paused again. "I try to be flexible with you guys, I let you dress casually, heck I even put up with Jenny's nose ring, but I have to draw the line somewhere. Jake, I hate to be so blunt, but I must be...practically all of the women in the office have noticed the body-shapers you've been wearing underneath your clothes the last few weeks. I've overheard some of the girls talking about your undergarments...bras..shapers...pantyhose...garters...you know how women will gossip. One person even said she smelled perfume on you. Women notice these things....it's our gift....but if I let things go any farther, the men will start to notice too. And to make matters worse, your hair is inappropriate Jake. You need a haircut." Jake reached up and touched his hair, it was almost down to his shoulders. Jake didn't know how to respond. A part of him was mortified and another part of him was simply confused.

Jake's silky blond hair was now well past shoulder length. His new breasts were a full c-cup and could no longer be concealed by his clothing.

'Have I been wearing that kind of stuff to work?' He wondered. 'Well what's wrong if I do anyway?' He tried to take the offensive. "But Steve' s hair is much longer than mine." Jake whined. His voice sounded a bit higher pitched than usual; it was practically a contralto.

"It's not the length, It's the style Jake. It' s a little feminine don't you think?" Ms. Akers said quietly. "Look, Jake, things have been slow around here lately, why don't you take some time off? You don't have to use any of your leave, it's on me."

"Are you sure? I would love to have some time off. Wait a second, are you going to let me come back?"

"Of course Jake! You mean a lot to this office, and you've been a huge help to me. Believe me, I can't afford to lose you permanently. Just take some time off and try to relax." She finished.

"Thanks a lot Ms. Akers. I don't know what to say." Jake said smiling. Ms. Akers watched him again as he stood up. She could see what appeared to be the faint line of a bright blue bra strap through Jake's shirt: she also saw the shape of two healthy sized breasts.

'Are those breasts forms he's wearing? I don't even want to know.' She thought to herself shaking her head and smiling. She watched Jake's but sway ostentatiously as he walked out the door. She never saw Jake again.

PART 6

Things had been going great between Sheila and Jake. For one thing, Jake's cheating had subsided. At first, women didn't seem as interested in him. They would talk to him, but for some reason they would never invite him home. 'I've got to start working on my upper body again.' Jake thought to himself. Jake tried working on his upper body in the gym, but he just didn' t feel that strong anymore. Eventually, most women would only talk with him briefly and the ones who did talk with him were usually drunk. One night, a woman told him flatly that she didn't like men with breasts. He was confused. 'What' s wrong with breasts?' He thought to himself. After that Jake stopped going out to the bars altogether.

The role-playing sessions between Jake and Ms. Cole continued, but now, Ms. Cole was playing serious mind games with Jake. She was also flirting with him constantly--rather heavily at times--and eventually, she started teasing him sexually. The sessions grew even more intense and emotional for Jake; in fact, the sessions were almost unbearable. It got to the point where Ms. Cole would have Jake reduced to tears at the end of every session. And the outfits she had him wear had gone from fashionable and revealing to extremely provocative, and, in some cases, slutty. In addition, Ms. Cole had Jake wearing lingerie underneath his sexy outfits.

	Incredibly, Jake's body had become entirely female. His hands were soft and delicate and his nails were long and sexy. He now had smooth skin, jutting hips, a tiny waist, fleshy thighs, and something to replace his lost manhood.

"Nothing personal Ms. Cole, but I don't really feel like role playing today." Jake said during an office visit.

"What's the matter? Little Rose doesn't want to play?" Ms. Cole teased derisively. "Have you had any coffee today?" She asked laughing.

"Actually, I haven't." Jake answered. "I got here a little late so I didn' t have a chance to have any."

"Why don't I pour you a cup?" Ms. Cole said getting up. A few minutes later she was back with a hot cup of coffee. She handed it to Jake and watched as he began drinking it immediately.

"Mmmmm mmm! It tastes really strong today but I still love it. You always have the best coffee!" He said.

"Would you like another cup?" Ms. Cole said smiling and holding the pot towards Jake. Thirty minutes later she had him in a tight, black satin miniskirt, a white silk blouse, a black satin bra, a garter belt, nude shimmery stockings, and four-inch heels. Needless to say, she also got Jake to role-play. When they were done with the session, Ms. Cole asked Jake a few questions.

"So Jake, how does Rose feel when she gets hit on?"

"I hesitate to tell you this, because you'll probably think I'm not in touch with Rose, but I think Rose really likes it when you hit on her." Ms. Cole looked doubtful. Jake pleaded with her. His voice was now a pretty contralto. "Believe me, I know how Rose feels, the feelings are so intense, so real, it's almost scary. But she really does like being hit on, although,she doesn't like the guy you're pretending to be, she's just not interested in him." Jake finished. "She doesn't like your moves Ms. Cole." He added, laughing. The tingling feeling was penetrating deep into his body again.

"Okay missy, let's try something different then." Ms. Cole said smiling darkly.

"Does this mean we're gonna stop role-playing?"

"No. We're gonna role-play. You're gonna play Rose, and I'm gonna play....Sheila." She said looking deep into Jake's eyes with her penetrating stare. Jake' s demeanour changed instantly; it was as though someone had flipped a switch deep inside him. He grew nervous, he crossed his long, sexy legs and then uncrossed them immediately. He started playing with his long, dyed-blonde hair, twisting it between his perfectly manicured, apple red nails. He cast a furtive glance towards the door, and then back toward Ms. Cole. His right hand wandered down to his thighs and started rubbing. Jake 's cheeks looked flushed.

"What's the matter Rose? Are you a little excited? Hmmmmm? Is Rose a little turned on?" Ms. Cole taunted. "Is the mere thought of Sheila too much for you to handle? Answer me when I'm talking to you Rose."

"No. You can play Sheila. That's fine." Jake said quietly, lowering his eyes. He was still obviously nervous. His hand continued to rub his thighs–how large and soft they had become, how smooth.

"Interesting," Ms. Cole said noticing Jake's reaction, "very interesting." She jotted something down in her notebook and then started the session. When they finished role playing Jake felt extremely odd. He was having trouble coming down from the session. Usually, at the end of a role-playing session, he could feel his mind slipping out of the role he was playing, separating itself from the role. But after this session, he wasn' t feeling the separation. Instead he was feeling something different; a very faint, almost subconscious attachment. He was confused. His emotions felt enhanced somehow. He started thinking about Sheila and how much he missed her; he couldn't remember the last time he had seen her. Even after he changed his clothes he still felt like he was role-playing. When Jake got home and in bed, he fell asleep in seconds.

The next day, Jake went to Ms. Cole for another session. Ms. Cole was sitting in the waiting room when Jake got there.

"Hi Jake." Ms. Cole said smiling. "You have a big day ahead of you today. But before we get started, I want you to slip into something a little more sensual." She handed him a black see-through lycra and nylon dress, a black satin thong, and a pair of heels. Jake didn't hesitate at all when Ms. Cole handed him the outfit–this was certainly not the first time she had asked him to dress like a slut. He changed quickly and then sat down on a couch.

"Ummm,Ms. Cole," He asked shyly, his voice was now in the upper alto range, going on soprano–it was very sweet, and very feminine--"the coffee pot, ummm, it's gone. What happened to it?"

"You don' t need the coffee anymore sweetheart." Ms. Cole said nicely.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked nervously.

"Well Jake, I guess I should let you know what' s going on. The coffee was drugged. I had to drug you to make you susceptible to the therapy sessions." She said coolly.

"What?" Jake's voice rose. Ms. Cole sat down next to him, her pantyhose glistened in the light.

"Please forgive me. I had to do it. Sheila and I would not have been able to turn you into a woman without the coffee."

"Turn me into a woman? What are you talking about?" Jake asked, quite confused.

"Men never self-reflect...especially when they're obsessed with women. I guess that's part of the reason it was so easy changing you. Anyway, look at yourself Jake, you didn't always have that sexy little body. You didn' t always have such a voluptuous ass, did you?" Jake didn't respond, he had never heard Ms. Cole talk like this. "No, you certainly didn't have the curvaceous and hour-glass figure you have now! So stop denying what you can't control and you no longer can ignore. You didn't always have such pretty lips, and such a tight waist. You didn't always have breasts, and long blonde hair." Jake looked at himself as Ms. Cole was talking. Now that he wasn't drugged, he was slowly starting to realize that something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"What did you do to me?"

"We turned you into a woman Jake." Ms. Cole said looking into his eyes with her penetrating stare.

"You' ve got to be kidding!" Jake tried to sound angry and intimidating, but it didn't work with his new voice.

"No Jake. I'm afraid I'm not kidding. You're a woman, and quite a sexy woman at that." Ms. Cole traced an hour glass shape in the air with her hands. Jake looked back down at his body in shock. His large breasts were staring him in the face and telling him that this was no joke. Now that the drugs had worn off, everything was starting to sink in, he was starting to realize that he had been changed. He stood still in his black dress, the black satin thong wedged up his voluptuous ass. He was silent, frustrated, and confused.

"What did you do to me?" He asked again. This time he sounded much more desperate. He felt the thong tighten slightly as he shifted his weight from one heel to the other. His delicate hands rested on his wide hips defensively.

"Well...we reshaped your mind and body." Ms. Cole said slowly.

"That's impossible." Jake laughed.

"Really? Then how do you explain that hot little body of yours?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me." Jake said in a haughty tone. One of his ankles was turned outward slightly and one of his thighs was pushed forward coquettishly, like a cheerleader posing for a picture.

Ms. Cole leaned back and sighed. "Through behaviour therapy; hypnosis; a special brand of rare, powerful female hormones; classical conditioning; and a little old female manipulation." She smiled slyly. "Remember the personality inventory I had you take the first time we met? Well, I used the results to get a good idea of what needed to be done to your mind, to get you where we wanted you." Jake shook his head in disbelief. Ms. Cole continued, " Do you remember feeling strange aches in pains in your body? You were feeling the effects of the hormones. And remember the compact disks I gave you? They helped shape your personality into what we wanted. Try listening to them when you are awake some time, it will be a mind-opening experience."

Jake was trying to tell himself nothing had happened, but the evidence was overwhelming. His mind was racing...he felt like a stranger to himself. His body was chocked full of different emotions that were consuming him, dominating his mind and dictating his actions. The more he tried to act, think, and talk like a man, the more he realized how much of a woman he had become! Part of his mind struggled desperately to find something...anything...that would shatter this nightmare and bring him back to reality.

Ms. Cole watched Jake intently as he tried to make sense of his situation. She got a twisted kick out of seeing him in such torment.

"Wait a second, I thought you're a social worker? Social workers don't do that kind of stuff.!" Jake pouted, his new lips were soft, full, and kissable. 'She's only a social worker...she couldn't have turned me into women. This must be some kind of trick....like a reality t.v. show.' He thought, comforting himself.

"I'm not a social worker." Ms. Cole said smiling darkly. She watched as his pretty eyes grew wide.

"What? What are you then?" Jake said in a panick.

"I' m a psychologist. I have an undergraduate degree in chemistry, a master's in clinical psychology, and a doctorate in behavioral psychology. I specialise in gender identity disorder and behavior modification."

"But, but, I thought you were a social worker!" Jake whined.

"Yes. I understand that." Ms. Cole said smugly. Jake was speechless; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Let's not worry about me right now, let's talk about you. I told you that we turned you into a woman, your dream woman, how do you feel about that?"

"Well, I'm angry!" Jake said.

"You don't sound angry Rose." Ms. Cole said.

"Well, I don't feel really angry, but I just know I'm angry! Well....I mean....I guess I don't really understand what I'm feeling." He looked like a lost puppy.

"Let me help you understand then. Your natural reaction would be anger. But, your new personality is almost incapable of feeling anger. So you aren't really angry." Her voice was soft and hushed and slightly, but intentionally, seductive. "In fact, I think you like what we did to you." She cooed. She moved closer to Jake.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look at your body, it's what you always wanted, just like your dream woman. I knew exactly what you wanted the first day you walked into my office, and now, you've got it!" She moved even closer to Jake, close enough for him to smell her perfume. He started to feel uncomfortable. "You're probably feeling a bit confused right now, but that's quite understandable. Your personality is not what it used to be." Ms. Cole said practically reading his mind. She placed one of her slender hands on his left knee, her dark red painted nails were long and perfect.

"What do you mean?" Jake looked extremely nervous. Somehow he just knew that Ms. Cole could tell he was feeling strange inside.

"Well, for starters, you'll probably find that you are much more emotional. You will cry much more easily now...others will be able to read your face like a book...you' ll wear your emotions on your sleeve so to speak. You're extremely shy, you can't even handle prolonged eye-contact." Ms. Cole watched Jake's face to see his reaction; he turned away from her eyes shyly. She slid her hand up to Jake' s thy and then continued. "Even though you're shy, you'll find that you now like to flirt, the more, the better. You also like to dress provocatively, and you love to tease people." Jake looked stupefied. Ms. Cole started to caress his thigh with the back of her hand. She continued, "Don't worry, you won't be shy in the bedroom, you'll be just the opposite in fact. You'll love to experiment, and love to try new, kinky things, yet you will always be submissive, just like you wanted your dream girl to be. Simply put, you'll do whatever you're told in bed."

"Oh my gosh,." Jake whispered to himself in understanding and disbelief. At the same time he realised that he was getting a pleasurable sensation from Ms. Cole's caressing hand. "I didn't want to become my dream woman!" He blurted out. Ms. Cole ignored him.

"I must also warn you that you'll be extremely co-dependent on your lover, if your lover is not happy, you won' t be happy. If your lover separates from you for more than a day you'll find it difficult to cope, and if your lover leaves you for a week you'll find it totally unbearable. It's not just the sex you'll miss, it will be the intimacy." She flipped her hand over and started rubbing Jake' s creamy thigh with her fingertips, and then her palm. "There's one more thing hon...you're also extremely easy to seduce." She taunted. She was right in his face now; her soft, sexy lips were inches from his. "I could have my way with you right know Rose, and I bet you would love it." Her eyes and mouth looked predatory. "I know just what you like, and just how to push your buttons, and you would be powerless to stop me." Jake was practically paralysed with arousal. Ms. Cole pulled up her skirt revealing the tops of black nylon stockings and thick satin garters. She straddled Jake, pressed against his stomach with her pelvis, and sat up tall, thrusting her silk covered breasts into his face. Her breasts were drenched with Jill Sanders perfume. She felt extremely powerful and she loved it. "Oh I could have you right now sweetie, and the things I could show you. But, that wouldn't be professional would it?" She said and pulled her breasts away from him. She dismounted, stood up, and straightened out her skirt. Jake was breathless. He had never felt that much passion in his entire life–it was like a huge door in his house of sexuality had just been kicked open. Ms. Cole read Jake's emotion's on his face like a book.

	Sheila sat on the couch and smiled at her new girlfriend. Sheila was clearly quite happy with the results of the therapy sessions and the powerful gender-changing hormones.

"Welcome to the world of lesbian seduction my dear." Ms. Cole purred. And then, quickly, she snatched Jake's arms and pulled him up. She lead him into her office, holding the backs of his arms just above the elbows; her grip was firm and authoritative. To Jake' s surprise, Sheila was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She was dressed in a short tight, green and white dress. She looked beautiful. When Jake saw her, his demeanor changed instantly. He became extremely nervous and fidgety and started playing with his hair. The moment Jake saw Sheila, he realised just how much they had changed him. His new hormones were going wild, he was thinking thoughts that he had never thought; he was feeling physical sensations that he had never felt; he was feeling emotions for Sheila that he had never felt for anyone; and he knew he had finally found true love. He felt completely different, inside and out. He knew he was different; he knew he was Rose; and he knew he belonged to Sheila.

"Hi Rose," Sheila said smiling. She stood up. "That's quite a little outfit you've got on honey." Sheila laughed. Rose didn't answer her. "What's wrong sweetie?" Sheila asked.

"I think she's star-struck." Ms. Cole whispered smiling. "She hasn't seen you in a while and you look a lot different. This is probably very emotional for her." Sheila had lost a little weight and had changed her look completely.

Rose rubbed her hands over her hips and thighs as she stared at Sheila with a mixture of emotions. She felt shy, nervous, exhilarated, confused but also extremely aroused. The lovelorn blond longed to be in her lover's arms.

"Ooooohhh, maybe I should have a little fun with her, tease her just a bit!" Sheila laughed. She put her hands on her hips and said, "How do you like the new me Rose? It looks like we've both changed for the better." She laughed again. Rose was standing on display in the middle of the room. Her black thong was clearly visible through her dress. Ms. Cole and Sheila were both looking at her. A bundle of emotions were going through Rose' s mind. She was thrilled to see Sheila--how long had it been anyway--but she felt shy and nervous in Sheila' s presence. She was also extremely turned on; just the sight of Sheila in her cute little dress made Rose hunger for sexual gratification. Rose also felt a longing just to be near Sheila.

'I can 't believe what's going on,' Rose thought to herself. 'I've been permanently changed into a woman, a sexy woman, and my body feels so different, so, so, sexy, and this dress, what am I wearing? It' s so naughty, but it feels so good on my body, oh my incredible body, my body feels so good, so alive! And Sheila looks so good, and I think she's teasing me, on purpose, she must want me, even in this body, this is all so crazy.' Rose's hands had minds of their own; they started rubbing her thighs and her hips without her mind's permission.

"I think you' ve got her all excited Sheila. She looks like she hasn't made love in months!" Ms. Cole laughed. "You've got her in a trance. Snap her out of it, all you have to do is talk to her. She'll come to you if you ask her to–she's in love and under your thumb you lucky girl."

	Sheila struck a sexy pose for Rose, teasing the desperate beauty.

"Rose, come here sweetie." Sheila said, sitting back down on the couch. She patted the couch with her hands indicating that she wanted Rose to sit close to her. Rose sauntered across the room swaying her hips and butt slightly as she walked. Sheila noticed Rose' s strut; she loved it. Rose curled up on the couch right next to Sheila. She reached out for Sheila's hand instinctively. Sheila smiled and thought how nice it was to be in control. She leaned over and whispered into Rose's ear, "wait until I get you home sweetie." Ms. Cole looked at Rose with an air of cool superiority. She was overtly proud at having changed Jake into such a feminine, submissive woman. In her mind, Jake had wanted it, and if he hadn't wanted it, he had deserved it anyway. Jake had trusted her and she had taken advantage of him. Thinking about what she did to him made her feel powerful, and she loved feeling powerful–power was definitely her drug of choice. Ms. Cole looked over at Sheila and said, " Well Sheila, our work is done. I think your relationship with Rose will be much, much better now, much more healthy. If you have any problems with Rose in the future, we can arrange for some more intense behavior therapy sessions. In the meantime, I will advise you to keep her on a short leash, after all, she is still extremely obsessed with women."

"Oh I will! You can count on that." Sheila laughed. "Let's go sweetie!" She said smiling at Rose. She stood up. Ms. Cole and Rose stood too. "Rose, I know you like those sexy little outfits, but you can't wear that one out in public." Sheila said nicely.

"Here, she can borrow my coat." Ms. Cole handed Rose a full-length coat.

"I don't know how to thank you Darlene." Sheila said smiling. "I owe you big time!"

"Nonsense. It was my pleasure. All you owe me is the $350 payment for our last session." Ms. Cole was smiling. She turned to Rose. "I'm gonna miss you Rose. You were a pleasure to work with!" She kissed Rose gently on the cheek.

"I'm gonna miss you too." Rose said quietly. "Ummmm, Ms. Cole? Why did Sheila call you Darlene? I thought that you said it was unprofessional for your patients to call you by your first name?"

"Sheila isn't my patient love, she never has been, you were my patient. But, if it will make you feel better, you can call me Darlene now." She slipped her hands around Rose's waist and kissed her gently on the lips.

"If you' re good sweetie, maybe I'll bring you by Ms. Cole's house this summer. I suspect that you might like that." Sheila said, studying Rose with curious amusement. Rose was blushing like a school girl. "Just as I suspected." Sheila laughed and shook her head.

"Yes, I think that's a great idea. Bring her by as often as you like. We'll have fun together." Ms. Cole said winking slyly at Rose. " Now, off with the two of you." She walked them out of the office.

On the ride home Rose was practically in a trance. She was not quite used to her new body and her new emotions. On top of that, she couldn't take her eyes off Sheila. The attraction was like before, when Rose was Jake, but now it was much stronger, even desperate. When they finally got home Sheila led Rose directly to the bedroom and sat her down. "I'm gonna change into something I think you'll like." Sheila entered the walk-in closet and changed. When she came out she was wearing a white silk blouse, a black satin bra underneath, black stockings, and a black miniskirt, and a black satin garter belt. "I'm gonna devour you. But at least I' m nice enough to tell you before I do it." Sheila shut the door gently and then sashayed over to Rose slowly, watching Rose's face.

"You can take off your coat now Rose." Sheila teased. Rose removed her overcoat. She was still wearing the black see-through dress, the black thong, and the black heels. Sheila locked eyes with Rose, took the coat out of Rose's hands and tossed it aside, never taking her eyes off Rose's. The sweet smell of Sheila's "Red" perfume hung over the air, invaded Rose's spirit and lit Rose's hormones on fire. Sex was written all over Rose' s face. Her full, luscious lips opened slightly; her breathing became deeper, more pronounced. Her heart rate increased as Sheila took hold of one of her hands. Sheila started kissing Rose's palm gently, and then started sucking on Rose' s fingers. She took the fingers into her mouth one by one, giving them each the treatment (it would have been obvious to an observer that she was simply taunting Rose and prolonging the foreplay). Sheila moved her face right in front of Rose' s (Jake had been taller than Sheila but Rose was actually an inch shorter than Sheila). Rose looked up into Sheila's eyes, drunk with anticipation. Sheila slipped her right arm around Rose' s waist and pulled her in. Their bodies were pressed together: Rose could feel Sheila's larger breasts pushing against her own. Rose was paralyzed with passion as Sheila leaned in and kissed her neck. Sheila pulled back briefly, looked at Rose' s eyes to make sure she was okay, and then planted another warm, wet kiss on Rose's neck.

"Mmmmmm." Rose closed her eyes and moaned softly. "That feels nice."

"Good sweetheart." Sheila cooed between kisses. She slipped her right hand down to Rose's ass while she continued to work on Rose's neck. Sheila rubbed Rose' s ass through her dress; Rose was in another world, looked like a sorority girl on ecstasy. Sheila moved her mouth up to Rose's ear and started nibbling on the lobe. With her right hand, Sheila grabbed a handful of Rose' s dress and pulled it up ever so slightly. Her tongue slipped into Rose's ear. Sheila ran her left hand through Rose's dyed blonde hair, while at the same time, she pulled Rose's dress up another few inches. Rose's dress was now several inches above her knees in the front. Sheila took full advantage of the situation and slid one of her nylon covered thighs in between Rose' s bare legs. At the same instant, Sheila used her left hand to pull Rose's head towards her and her right hand to pull Rose's body in tighter. Sheila pressed her upper thigh firmly against Rose' s pelvis. Rose could feel the nylon sliding across her satin covered vagina. Finally, Sheila kissed Rose softly on the lips. The passion was so intense that Rose felt freaked out. She tried to pull out of the kiss, to settle down, but Sheila' s hand held her head firmly in place. The kiss was brief, but it was followed by a second...a third...a fourth. On the fifth kiss, Sheila gently slipped her tongue into Rose's mouth. Sheila kissed Rose a sixth time...a seventh...an eighth and a ninth ....sliding her tongue in each time–wet open-mouthed kisses that Rose could feel throughout her entire body. With every kiss Rose was falling deeper and deeper into Sheila' s seductive web. Rose was absolutely beside herself with sexual tension. All of the feelings combined together were overwhelming her; the feel of Sheila's soft, silky lipstick- covered lips; the feel of Sheila's hand on her ass; the feel of Sheila' s warm wet tongue in her mouth; the smell of Sheila's perfume; the feel of the satin thong jammed up her tight, voluptuous ass; the feel of her tight dress pressing against her heaving breasts and rock-hard nipples; the feeling of Sheila' s nylon covered leg pressed between her bare thighs; and the feeling of her own hair surrounding her face and cascading over her shoulders...not to mention the slight wetness around her clit. Sheila continued to kiss Rose passionately. But now the kisses were deeper, were lasting longer, and were getting more dangerous. The kissing continued for what felt like hours to Rose. Finally, the kissing turned into one long, powerful kiss that didn' t stop. Sheila pushed Rose back to the bed. Before Rose knew it, she was lying on her back with Sheila on top of her and Sheila's tongue stuffed deep into her mouth. Sheila's long silky hair fell gently over Rose' s face, enveloping her. Sheila managed to unbutton her silk blouse without breaking off her hot kiss. Sheila's breasts were practically spilling out of her black satin Wonderbra as she pressed them firmly against Rose' s breasts. Sheila was grinding one of her thighs against Rose's vagina; Rose loved it. Sheila pulled Rose's dress down and started licking and nibbling on Rose's breasts. Rose' s pleasure was building and building,.but just when she was about to reach her first female orgasm, Sheila rolled off her.

"Not so fast sweetie. I want to make this last!" Sheila whispered, she wanted to prolong the fun. She studied Rose's face for a few moments; she wanted to remember every detail of this night. Within seconds Sheila mounted Rose' s face. She pulled her thick voluptuous thighs inward, trapping Rose's head between them. Sheila pressed her wet panties onto Rose's lips and said, "lick me through my panties sweetie." Rose tried to hold her breath for a few seconds but then gave in. She inhaled deeply, getting a huge whiff of Jill Sanders perfume and Sheila's wet vagina. "Lick me Rose, you'll like it, I promise." Rose finally gave in to her desire and started licking. She could feel Sheila's wetness through the panties and she liked it. Sheila's ass and vagina were right in Rose's face. Sheila's wet satin panties felt so smooth and tight against Rose's face. Rose could actually feel Sheila's pussy lips pressing against her mouth, with nothing but the thin layer of wet satin between them. Rose could smell Sheila's aroma...a mixture of her wetness and perfume. Rose's tongue searched for Sheila's clitoris and found it. Rose licked faster and harder as her fears and inhibitions quickly faded.

"Oh, oh Rose, yes, yes, that 's it you little tease,.you little slut, yes, lick me, lick me harder, oh you little tease!" She was now sitting on Rose's face with practically all of her weight, grinding herself back and forth in sweeping motions. Rose' s face was wet from Sheila's discharge. Sheila dismounted for a moment, turned around, and sat back down. This time she didn't have to tell Rose to start licking. Sheila bent over Rose's body her hair falling all over Rose' s stomach and pelvis. Sheila pulled Rose's dress up to her waist and pulled Rose's thong to one side. She rested her lipstick covered lips on Rose's vagina and gently scratched Rose's thighs with her long nails. Rose could feel Sheila' s hot breath on her sex. Rose stopped licking for a second and waited. '

'Oh my gawd, what is this gonna feel like? Oh....what's gonna happen when she licks me? What's happening to me? What happened to my body?' Rose was in a deep panic, she was actually frightened with anticipation. Sheila simply waited and didn't do anything. She was torturing Rose on purpose, making Rose wait for one reason only; because she could. Rose squirmed and squirmed, but Sheila did nothing.

"Who told you to stop darling?" Sheila said. Rose started licking her once again. Sheila continued to wait, her body completely pressed against Rose's; her mouth resting gently on Rose's outer lips. Sheila started talking to Rose.

"I'm gonna make you love being a woman sweetie. Just give in to me, surrender your body to me and you will never look back, not once." She kept her mouth on Rose's lips. "You' re gonna absolutely love what I'm gonna do to you. And remember sweetie, this is just the beginning." Finally, after several minutes of waiting, Sheila started licking Rose's lips, up and down. She licked slowly at first and then faster.

"Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!!" Rose screamed out but it was muffled by Sheila's body. "Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Mmmmmmm!! Uuhhhhh!" Sheila continued to lick, but she paused between licks to taunt Rose.

"That feels nice doesn't it sweetie?" (lick, lick, lick, ) Sheila alternated her licks...some were short, some long, some quick, some firm, some of the licks struck directly at Rose's clit, while others were just meant to tease the pent up blonde. " Tell me how much you like being a woman and I might release you from your passionate predicament (lick, lick, lick, lick) I might let you come (lick, lick, lick, lick)."

"Ohhhhh!!! Uuhhhhh!!! Mmmmmm!! Ohhhhh!"

"Tell me sweetie, tell me how much you like being my girlfriend." (Lick, lick, lick). Shiela demanded as she teased Rose mercilessly.

"Ohhhhh!! Ohhhhhh! I like it, I like it,." (Lick, lick, lick,)

"You like what sweetie?" (Lick, lick, lick...lick....lick)

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Sheila, I like being a woman, I like being your girlfriend!!" (Lick, lick, lick, )

"Tell me you love it Rose," (Lick, lick, lick..) "tell me you love being a woman."

"Oooooohhhh!! I love it Sheila, I love being a woman!" (Lick, lick...lick)

"Keep saying it, over and over."

"Ooohhhhh, (lick, lick, lick), I love being your girlfriend, oooohhhh, I love being a woman, (lick, lick, lick) I love being your girlfriend Sheila, (lick, lick,) I love you so much Sheila, I love being a woman," Sheila moved her tongue from Rose' s lips to her clitoris. A succession of seven quick expert licks directly to Rose's clitoris was all it took to finish her off.

"Ooooooohhhhh!! Oooohhhhhhhh!! Oooohhhhhhhh." Caught in the powerful grip of her first female orgasm, Rose's lower body shuttered with excitement. She couldn't believe how good it felt! Before Rose could catch her breath, Sheila pressed her crotch back into Rose's face.

"Now it's my turn sweetie." Sheila said. Rose slid Sheila' s panties to the side and then started licking. Sheila leaned her head back and moaned with pleasure. Her long blond hair was practically touching her ass as she ground her hips and pelvis into Rose' s face. The two young women made love deep into the Summer night.

EPILOGUE

Several weeks later Ms. Cole was sitting in her office going over some notes when the mail arrived. There was a card in the mail with no return address. She opened it.

"Dear Darlene:

Thanks for everything you did for me. I'm happier now than I've ever been in my life. Sometimes I think you're right, and that Jake really wanted it all along. Who knows? But I guess it doesn't really matter, he needed to change, and I needed him to change. I have to tell you that your therapy sessions had an amazing impact! Rose has been very well behaved, she does whatever she's told, and without any fussing at all! She's great around the house too, she does all the chores! How lucky can a gal get? She can be sort of high-maintenance at times--she gets really emotional whenever I' m apart from her for more than a day. But she's also clingy and affectionate, the way Jake never was, and I love that!

We were married yesterday in Vermont. We both wore dresses, it was adorable! I wish you could have been there. Anyway, the best thing of all is the tremendous sense of power that I feel now! It feels so good to be in control!!! Thanks again for all your help.

Love, Sheila.

P.S. Do you think she can stay with you for a few weeks this summer? I have to go to California on business and I can't bring her with me, so I need someone to watch her. Please call me. XOXO."

Darlene Cole uncrossed her beautiful legs, leaned back in her chair and smiled darkly. "It will be my pleasure." She said to herself.

  

  

  

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