Wendyed

Well, I had finally landed the big new job that I had hoped I would find. As a software developer, I was always on the look out for a new job. The only bad thing was the fact that the new job required me to move. But all things considered, it was still worth it, at least I hoped it would be. So I had everything packed up and the movers had hauled it away. A good relocation package was included in the offer. I had decided to wait until Monday to make the drive. I would probably still beat my furniture there, and I could hang out with my friends for the weekend.

I was staying with Bill, a good friend of mine. We hung out together a lot and talked about everything under the sun. We were out that Friday, drinking at the bar. Bill was rather successful medical research guy. I think he has a doctorate but to be honest I never really asked too much about what he did. He never seemed to have much an interest in software development, and I never really was very curious about medical research so work was never much of a topic of discussion. Sure we would talk about all the political BS that was going on at work, but that is everywhere and doesn't have a lot to do with what the job is.

Sitting at the bar, I was getting pretty tipsy and we were talking about the game that was on and girls across the bar. General guy talk. When he threw me a bit of a curve ball and start asking what my ideal woman would look like. "Hmm, my ideal? Well, I have always been a breast man you know that. So I am sure she would have large breasts. Probably light brown or blonde hair and a wonderful hourglass figure." As if Bill couldn't understand what I was saying, maybe it was the alcohol, but I was motioning through each description. "And an innocent but sexy face. You ever see any of the porn stars like SaRenna Lee or Traci Topps? God, to have a woman like that..." staring off for a second with a silly grin on my face. "That would be amazing. Not someone I would probably want to take to the country club or the company dinner, but wow what fun." Pausing to savor the thought a bit. "What about you? What would you want?"

Bill hesitated for a moment or two, but I know Bill and could tell he had this well thought out. He was just trying to figure out where to begin. "I know what you are talking about, and I think those women would be amazing to sleep with. I'm not sure I would want tits that big on her." Grinning, "but that would be a good problem to have. I love the bimbo type. A woman that has a great figure and is sweet sexy and not a lot upstairs, if you get my meaning." Both of us chuckling a bit. "Oh, yes and I can't forget. A sexual appetite that just won't quit. Horny most of the time."

"Hey, down boy. Don't get yourself all worked up over there." Laughing, I could tell Bill had but almost too much thought into this topic. But hey, it was a fantasy and there is nothing wrong with a healthy imagination. "Yeah, but it is just a fantasy Bill. I will be happy with right girl even if she isn't a D-cup or bigger," starting to get philosophical but starting to crack a joke again. But Bill was still lost in thought.

"No, I think I have it worked out. I don't think it have to be just a fantasy. Everything should work out just fine..." The grin on Bill's face bothered me a little but, I was guessing it was just one to many beers.

"What you found the perfect bimbo and she just does know it yet?"

Chuckling, "something like that. Just a few things that I have been working on. Soon it will all come together." I still wasn't sure what Bill had in mind, and I wasn't sure I really wanted to dig too deep. I was leaving in a few days, so why worry about it right? "Come on, let's hit the next bar. We got a few more to go if you what to say goodbye to all your favorite holes."

And so the evening went. A near drunken blur of visiting bars, running into friends and wishing them well. Promising to email, and visit, and other things that in all honesty I knew I would probably never to. But those are the things you say when you are moving anyway. I don't remember everything about the evening. But by the time we left, I was glad that Bill didn't seem as loaded as I was. He drove us back to his place; I was going to stay in his spare bedroom. Before heading off to sleep, Bill handed me some aspirin and a glass of water. Thankful and hoping that it would help at least lessen the hangover I was sure I was going to have, I swallowed them down as I drank the glass of water. Collapsing in the spare bedroom, staring at the ceiling and hoping that it was going to start spinning, I quickly drifted off. Actually more like passed out.

I was a little confused when I woke up. I always am when I wake up in a strange place. But I couldn't figure out what the music was. I had the most amazing dream. I was dreaming of women with huge tits, dancing and wearing heels. Traci Topps, Shae Marks, SaRenna Lee, Chloe Jones, every woman I had ever fantasized was there. God they were sexy. But.. Hey, I am wearing a Walkman. Wonder where that came from. I don't think I went to sleep with it on. And I normally don't listen to soft jazz anyway. Taking it off, I realized at least it had drowned out the vacuum cleaner. Bill is such a clean freak. Early on a Saturday morning he is vacuuming. Jeess. Still in my boxers, I wandered out through the living room. Bill stopped vacuuming to laugh at me, "You look like hell."

"Thanks, good morning to you too, smartass." Dropping down into a kitchen chair, fumbling for the morning paper, trying to figure out what Bill had done with the sports section.

"Here, eat something it will make you feel better." Sliding a plate full of bacon and eggs in front of me. "I made myself some breakfast, and figured I'd make enough for both of us. But since you never woke up it might be a little cold. Hope you didn't might the headphones, but I wanted the place to be clean for later." Grapping a glass of OJ out of the fridge, he slid that across the table to me.

"Naw, it freaked me out a little but. No big deal." Wondering what was happening later that the place needed to be clean for. "Thanks, for the breakfast man." Digging in. I was hungry. The eggs were a little salty and cold, but I was hungry enough to eat most anything. Half way through my breakfast and seeing that my Cubs had lost again, I noticed that Bill was still standing in the kitchen watching me. "What? Never seen someone hungry and hung over eat breakfast?" He had that stupid grin on his face again. "What is so funny you bum?"

"Oh go ahead and finish up and I'll tell you." Not needing to be told twice, I kept right on eating. While he continued, "You know that conversation we had last night?"

With a mouthful of eggs and toast, "You're going to have to help me out. You may recall I was a little drunk and I think we talked about just about everything last night."

Chuckle, "Yeah, you were. Anyway the one about the ideal, or fantasy woman? And I was saying that I thought I had figured out a way to make it all a reality. Well, we are about to see if it will all work out."

"Oh is that what you are cleaning up for?" Feeling better, breakfast helped and I was a little more awake. But still wasn't all that sure what he was talking about. "She is coming over?" Bill just replying that it was something like that. "Shit, I should clean myself up then." Starting to stand made it to the living room, before I started to feel a little unsure of myself. Getting kind of light headed, I decided I should sit down for a sec. Bill had followed me. Looking up at him, laughing, "I must still be drunk. Got a little dizzy there."

"Oh, I don't think that was it. It is probably the drugs starting to take effect." Looking at Bill like he was crazy. "You see I added a few things to your breakfast. And by the way that wasn't aspirin last night, and that was more than just bad Kenny G on the Walkman."
Okay, now I was starting really get confused and concerned. What the hell, was Bill talking about? And why would he drug me? "What are you talking about? And what the hell are doing slipping me drugs? You know I still have the physical for this new job. If you slipped me something that makes me fail the drug test I am going to kill you." Pausing for a moment, I could tell something was not right. My body was starting to feel funny. I was not sure what was wrong, but something was definitely not right.

Chuckling, and still seeming a little too smug for my taste. Bill continued, "I don't think you have anything to worry about for that drug test. You see, I have been working on this for years. And since you were leaving town, I figured no one would notice. You are starting to feel it aren't you? I will try to explain what is happening to your first. Those aspirin last night did two things actually. First, one was a pill that I picked up in South America. It has near magical properties. It can reform a body. But it needs direction; it seems to pull from the host's mind. That was where the Walkman came in. It served two purposes. I am betting you had some pretty erotic dreams."

Pausing long enough from me to nod. But still so confused, I was too sure what to say. What the hell had he done to me? Bill is one of the smartest people I know so, if he thought this shit worked; I knew I was in deep shit. But I still could not figure out why he was doing this.

"Those women in your dreams... Well, we will both see soon enough." What the hell did that mean? "The other reason for the tape, was it had some other messages in it. You see the other drug I gave you last night made your mind rather open to suggestion. Both needed an activation agent."

"Well, screw that I'm taking anything else you hand me!" My body was feeling weak and as I stood up, Bill gently pushed me so that I fell back on to the couch. It was like a feather could have knocked me over. Something was happening to me, it felt like my skin was changing. My bones ached. It wasn't painful really, but I could tell something was happening and I didn't want to stick around to find out more.

Laughing at me in my weakened condition, "Don't worry. It was all in your breakfast. You see in that tape, I gave you a new name. And conditioned your brain. Soon you are going to be my fantasy woman. I kind of wish you weren't so into huge tits." Grinning, "But that is problem that I will happily except. You will be the one that has to deal with them the most."

"Bill, this isn't funny anymore. I feel... weird. And..." Trying to think back to last night. "You like bimbos, dumb girls... What.. What the hell are you trying to do to me Bill?"

"Trying, it is happening. Wendy, I suggest you get used to the new you. There is no going back, and besides it has already started. Look at your legs." Following his finger down to my legs. I was shocked to see that my legs were bare. Two hairless legs were sticking out from my boxers. As I looked down to my feet, they looked smaller somehow. This couldn't be possible. But there they were my feet looked much more dainty, as I watched, it was happening slowly. This isn't possible, I must be dreaming. This got to be some kind of drunken nightmare. Ever so slowly, I could see my feet continuing to shrink, and my legs were taking on a much more feminine form. My calves and legs were starting to look very sexy.

"Oh my God, Bill! What is happening to Wendy? Wendy? Who is Wendy? Why does Wendy call Wendy, Wendy?" How frustrating. I couldn't seem to refer to myself in the first person. Why was I talking so funny? He couldn't really fuck with my mind, could he?

"Look at that it worked just like I planned. You see, once I reminded you of your new name. That is all you can refer to yourself as. It is all part of those bimbo qualities you are taking on. I couldn't find a way to give you a new personality. So I decided to just make a few modifications. Calling yourself Wendy is just the first. Soon, you will start to feel your intellect slip away. Becoming my dumb sexy bimbo."

If I wasn't scared and surprised by now, he was telling me he was changing things in my head too. I was getting really scared and nervous. I couldn't talk right, and I could tell things weren't stopping with my legs. But I knew I needed to get away from this guy. He had obviously lost it. Standing, my calves screamed in pain. Jumping up on to my toes, it felt painful to let my heels fall to the ground. Looking down at my feet. "Ouchie, Wendy's calves! Why Wendy standing on her toes?" Not want to stick around to find out, I started to tiptoe my way back to the bedroom. But I didn't like the way this was going either. In my confusion, I hadn't noticed but I could tell something more had happened. With each step, I could feel my hips sway. Pausing to catch my balance, holding on to a chair, I felt my hips and ass continue to change. I could feel them expanding, stretching my boxers to their limit. Reaching back I could feel my butt becoming a firm but very feminine round ass.

Looking down, I watched as that little beer gut that I had been trying to get rid of start to melt away. But it didn't stop there. I watched as my waist continued to draw in. Drawing in to a very narrow waist that flowed out to the curves of my ass and hips. Looking down in shock. I looked up to Bill, "Make it stop! Wendy not want this. Why is Bill making Wendy like this?" Man, I sounded stupid. Now I was having trouble saying any pronouns. They seemed confusing to say some how. I had to say Bill's name every time I tried to refer to him.

"Wendy, you can call me Daddy, Sir or even Master if you want. But try to only call me Bill when we are in public." WAS HE SERIOUS? In public. I wasn't going anywhere until he undid this. And calling him any of that was out of the question. "By the way, your ass came out very nice." As I tried to tiptoe away, I felt him grab my ass. Jumping and letting out a disappointingly feminine squeal, I tried to hurry into the other room. But moving quickly was not easy as I continued to feel my body changing. "Nice firm ass, I like that Wendy. And you swing it very nicely as you walk. By the way, I like that blonde hair as well."

What was he talking about? Turning back to curse him. I had to brush the hair from my face after turn my head so quickly. Immediately realizing that I shouldn't have needed to do that. I held the blonde locks in my hand and stared at this beautiful soft long hair that I could feel was obviously attached to my head. I had very short dark brown hair just moments ago. How could all this be happening? Wait a second, my hands. Looking at my hands they had long nails on them. They were small and thin. They were with out a doubt the hands of a woman. Looking up my arms, all those hours in the gym, seemed to have disappeared in a matter of moments. I now had thin but tone feminine hands and arms. "Daddy, stop th... Wendy's voice!?!" That wasn't my voice that came out of my mouth. Even trying to sound threatening sound wrong. My voice had changed too. I didn't just sound like a woman, but much more sexy. I was getting the voice of sexual airhead. "Daddy, make it stop!" I just called him Daddy! Not wanting to even see that smile on his face anymore, I hate to admit it but I ran like a girl into the bedroom.

Laughing Bill followed me. I didn't get the door closed, but couldn't try to push him out of the room. The changes were hitting my chest now and I didn't want to know what was going to happen, but I didn't know how to stop it. Steadying myself, I held on to the foot of the bed as I felt it hit me. My chest was swelling outward. But not my whole chest, I could see my nipples changing and then the skin around them pushing out. They were taking a very definite shape. Soon I had two small breasts, but unfortunately they didn't stop there. They keep growing. I didn't want to be happening but it felt like nothing I felt before, it felt so good. I could hear a woman moan in pleasure, oh no, that was me. Watching in horror, and pleasure from the sensation, they continue to grow. Standing up straight, cupping them in my dainty hands hoping to stop or slow their progress. They continued to grow, and worse yet I was confronted with the sensations of my hands on my newly forming tits. God, that feels amazing. I couldn't help but fondle them as they continued to expand; taking on the size of what I would later find out was at least an H-cup.

"Wow, I was never much of a tit man. But honey you are looking very sexy." I didn't want to look at him. I was trying to deal with everything that was happening to me and I was not doing a very good job of that. My mind was a whirlwind of new sensations, questions about how this could be happening, and disbelief that someone I called a close friend would do this to me. "Here take a look at how you are coming along." Stepping out of the doorway, he closed the door. Pointing to the mirror on the back of the door, he motioned for me to stand in front of it. I didn't really want to know, but I needed to see. I needed to see what was happening and what I was becoming. Tiptoeing over in front of the mirror, I saw Bill turn to the closet and start digging for something. But I wasn't paying attention anymore.

In the mirror was the most amazing creature I had ever seen. It truly was the jumble of all my fantasy women. With one exception, but as the changes continued, I realized even that was about to change. Cupping my breasts, still in shock at their size and sensitivity, I could feel my arousal at gazing at this beautiful creature in the mirror. But as my penis started to rise, I realized it was shrinking just as fast. My eyes wide in shock, I tried to look down to see, hoping the mirror was playing some sort of trick on me. My gaze only being greeted with two huge mounds of flesh. Having trouble looking past my huge tits, looking back in the mirror, I needed to see if it was still there. Pushing my boxers down over my hips was much more difficult that it had ever been with my new feminine form. Thankfully, it was still there. But the way this was going, I wasn't very confident it would be for long. It looked so out of place on this sex goddess body. It was my last bit of manhood and I didn't want to lose it. I could feel it continuing to draw up into my body. My pubic hair was nearly all gone anyway, just a small amount to let me know that this change paid attention to detail, and as I would have said before all this, 'the cuffs matched the collar.' As I watched in horror, I soon could see that I now was fully a woman. Not sure I really wanted to know. I tentatively brought my hand down to touch my new womanhood. It felt amazing and my hand let me know it was very real and surprisingly wet. Just my hand grazing across, tentatively touch myself, it felt better than I would ever want to admit.

"Oh my Gahhh..." I still could not get used to the new sound of my own voice. My body, my voice, just looking at myself in the mirror, I wanted that woman. The woman in the glass looked amazing. An amazing hourglass figure, such a narrow waist and hips that looked like they were made for a man's hands to hold onto. That thought sent a shiver down my spine, as I realized those were my hips. Looking up at the mirror again, I couldn't help but stare at those tits. They felt huge on my body, but looked so sexy on that body, my body.

Bill brought me back to reality, "Here try these on. I planned ahead. I know how you always liked girls in heels." Tossing a pair of black heels at my feet, I cautiously stepped into them. They did make my feet and calves feel so much better. "It looks like since your dream woman always had heels on, you will always have to wear them too."

"Wendy will always wear heels? Heels do make Wendy's feet feel better. Wendy seems calmer than Wendy should be. Wendy thinks Wendy should be so angry at Daddy. How... Why Wendy having such a hard time talking right?" I was still calmer than I wanted to admit I was. But I was trying to right it off to shock.

"I put a sedative in your breakfast, I didn't want you getting all hysterical on me. And you see Wendy, I like my bimbos dumb. So that is what is happening to you. That tape last night was putting a number things in place. Once this change started it started blocking off most of your intelligence. I didn't think I should erase it, you never know. We may need that knowledge someday. But you can no longer access any of your education." Looking at Bill in shock, I wasn't sure if I believed him. But the way things were going I did not doubt anything he said anymore. "Here take a look." Grapping a book off the bedside table, he opened it and handed it to me. "Go ahead read me something."

Taking the book in my new delicate looking hand. I stared down at the page. It was like it was written in a foreign language. I could make out some of the words, but anything that was over three or four letters was so hard to make out. I tried to sound them out. But I knew that I should be able to read this. It was the detective novel I had been reading yesterday, now it was so difficult to read, it might take me the rest of the year to make it through. "Wendy is dumb now. Daddy made Wendy into a dumb bimbo with big titties. Daddy change Wendy back. Wendy not want to be a sexy dumb bimbo."

But something was still happening. As I was standing there looking at Daddy. Oh man, I am even thinking of him as Daddy now. I tried to come to terms with everything, it was starting to get so difficult to focus. Staring off trying to concentrate I had hoped that the changes had stopped. How much more can he do. I have lost my body to him. Now it looks and feels like my smarts are slipping away. I can't even think right. I had hoped the changes had stopped that this was everything. But the harder I thought, the more difficult it was. Trying to remember something that I had done at work a few weeks ago. I could remember being there, talking to people, but when I tried to remember anything that required any thought... nothing. Okay, stay calm. College... think of something that you learned there. Yeah, I remember partying at the fraternity, the girls that I dated, going to class. Sure, I remember learning that... nothing, there is nothing there. I can't remember it.

I tried over and over again. But nothing was there. Trying to remember farther and farther back to things I learned in high school then junior high, nothing, grade school? Nothing.

I lost so much of my intelligence I knew I would have difficulty making through life unassisted now. Looking up at Daddy. "Wendy can't remember any of her schooling. Wendy knew so much before. Daddy did make dumb." He knew it already, but I had been trying hard not to admit it. But there was no denying it now. Wait. There was something still happening to me. My body... my nipples were aching they were so erect, and I was feeling something totally new happening between my legs. I was getting wet. Oh god no! I was getting turned on just looking at Daddy.