An Encounter Changes Your Life

She was a big woman, much bigger than me, and she had this “large and in charge” energy about her- total confidence that I found attractive and irresistible. I’d never been so attracted to a big woman like her before, but with her I was awed and spellbound.

She saw me stealing looks at her, and just knew. “Don’t worry,” she laughed, “it’s okay- I often have the effect on small, short betas like you.”

Then she put a hand on her hip, smiled and said “I know what you’re thinking right now, and the answer is yes, I’d be happy to take you home with me and put you to use. All you have to do is ask-“

Shocked and now shaking nervously I stammered out “p-p-please, ma’am, I-I’d be… I’d like… I….”

Her smile faded with impatience. “Alright, that’s quite enough,” she snapped sharply, “just follow me boy.”

I followed her obediently and somehow knew that she had me now, and I’d never be the same. To the Car Park, then sitting beside her as she drove her Lexus to her home.

She mesmerized me from the start, her colorful fur, the sexy silk camisole under it, her piercing brown eyes… and there was something about her that had me quivering with both awe and fear.

Yes, fear. I was absolutely terrified of her, somehow knowing that if she wanted to, she could easily take total control of me, and I’d be too meek, too weak, to do anything but submit to her.

Then she spoke:

“Are you gonna try to impress me? Think you can? A short, wimpy guy like you”?

“No, I think we’re both know you can’t, at least not in the kinds of ways a woman normally is impressed with a man”. “But I do have some other ideas… some other, less conventional ways you might be able to impress me”. “Tell me- what are you willing to do for me”? “How far are you willing to go”?

“See, a beta like you is useless as a man, but that doesn’t make you useless, I’ll use you in other ways”. And if you can impress me with your obedience, your devotion, your work ethic… well, then we might have something to talk about, hmm”?

Her house was immense, the lawn alone, big enough for a soccer pitch. Her garage into which she pulled the Lexus, contained a Jeep and a Chevy Tahoe. She put the car in park, and looked at me. “When you get out, you strip, naked, everything off”. I did so, and she remarked, “You’re a hairy little bugger, aren’t you”? “We’ll see to that first”.

The garage led to the basement fully finished and furnished, she gathered a few things and urged me to get wet in the shower then applied a depilatory cream, and rinsed the fuzz away, until all of me was baby smooth. Then it was to a make up chair, where she worked on my face, eyes, and lips for what seem liked an hour, before showing me, myself, my new self in a mirror. I’ve never felt more humble and submissive and excited, when she was finished. “Now isn’t that better, we have uncovered the real you”!

You are so beautiful, I thought you might be, when I laid eyes on you, your going to be such a pretty little housemaid. She picked out an outfit, hose, panties, bra, slip, low heels, a maids dress, apron and cap. I dressed for her as she instructed and then she looked at her watch. “Oh my, I have a date arriving shortly and I need to get ready”.

“Now my new maid will help me prepare”.

“I will be upstairs, 2nd floor in my bedroom, I need a shower, grab a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge and bring it up to my room, pour me a glass and then you can help me dress. I looked around the kitchen contemplated two glasses and then thought better of the idea, bringing just one for her.

As I climbed the stairs as I’d seen her do, I was glad I was in a 2-inch heel and not the 5-inch heels she was wearing as it was nearly 30 steps from ground floor to the second. I put the tray, bottle and glass down on her nightstand, poured her glass. She stepped out of the bath, made up and with a long curly blond wig, naked.

On the bed were stockings, a sheath dress, beautiful silk and tight to her larger frame, black bra and panties, and a 5-inch Jimmy Choo stiletto mules. I stood behind, dress at her hips, fastening her bra, wondering what dream I was in after knowing her for less than 3-hours.

Honey, does your little penis get hard, and do you feel the urge to touch yourself when you help me get dressed for a date with a man?

Don’t worry, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I think you’ll probably get it up more often now — and enjoy it more — than when you felt compelled to do everything you could to pretend you were a real man. When I feminize gurls like you, it isn’t just for me, it’s for you too, isn’t it?

Arms in, you zipped up her back, the dress was gorgeous and so was she, you knew you’d be her maid for a long time and that was good.

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