Selene couldn't believe how easy this had been. Her husband Dillon liked to think he was the ultimate alpha male, top of his industry in business, head of the household, all of it. But of course, all that ego also meant that Dillon was hopelessly obsessed with status and being on top of "the next big thing".
Once Selene suggested this was "the latest" in vacation getaways, she knew she had him.
Of course, being the overconfident man he was, Dillon hadn't thought to ask too many questions. He'd swallowed the pill without thinking, assuming it was some cool new party drunk. Now the look on his face was priceless as he came down from their suite with fear and confusion painted across his pretty face. He'd learned soon enough the wedges and the dress in the closet were not there for Selene.
Dillon thought the change itself was bad enough, but seeing Selene transformed only made his nightmare go from bad to worse. She seemed so at ease, as a powerful man dressed for the weather in a light cotton suit. He blushed, refusing to accept the thoughts rushing through his pretty little head.
He wanted to rush back inside, but tripped in his heels and Selene helped him take a seat on a table. He didn't realize everyone walking by could see up his skirt.
Dillon was about to protest that he was a man and wouldn't put up with this humiliation, when suddenly he froze in shock and humiliation. One of his business partners happened to be walking by. Selene smiled and shook his hand as if they already knew each other, but Dillon didn't know how that was possible. This was his business partner, but the man seemed to know Selene as Solomon, like they'd been talking to each other for weeks.
Dillon was speechless when his wife walked over and introduced him as...Delilah.
His mind was racing, but he could hardly deny the new identity she was forcing on him. As far as Dillon could tell, the only thing worse than being a stuck as a woman would be his colleagues knowing he was a woman. He played along.
The two men talked shop and Dillon realized that somehow Selene must've been sneaking those pills behind his back so she could masquerade as a man to get a leg up in business. He was too busy fuming to listen to their conversation, when suddenly Selene motioned him over and Dillon was forced to totter up to the pair, feeling tiny despite her heels, and play the part of whatever corner his wife painted him into.
What she said next was even worse than he expected.
Apparently "Delilah" was supposed to be the newest model for the clothes his wife's company was producing. Dillon's business party eyed his lithe young body jealously and asked her to pose for them. He wanted to scream, but instead all he could do was blush as the two men stood back and oogled her from a distance.
They egged her on, each man telling her to pose this way and that. To purse her lips, or put a hand on her hip. It was embarrassing, emasculating, and horrible demeaning. But he was too deep in now, and if he didn't want to be found out, he had no choice but to play the doll and be the pretty little sex object they wanted him to be.
Selene smiled coolly all the while, and when the other man whispered something in her ear she broke out into a full grin.
When Delilah joined them again, the other man produced a contract from his bag and put a pen in her hand. He wanted to sign her as his model as well. This had gone on too far. But despite his protests, they wouldn't relent. It was just like being up on display, the two men lapping her up and egging her on. Didn't she want this? This was a big opportunity. How could she possibly say no?
She signed it. Just to shut them up, she signed it. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized what she'd done, and she ran back up to their room. She couldn't wait for this all to be over.
He thought Selene might give him some space, but instead she was back in the room almost as soon as the door shut behind him. Somehow he ended up sobbing in her arms, which only made him feel even more like a helpless little girl. He thought she'd taunt him about the contract, but she was weirdly understanding.
She kept saying how she thought he would like this new type of vacation. How she'd imagined he would enjoy the adventure, the novelty, the experience. He stopped crying. She was right after all, this was just a vacation. It was about having fun, playing a part. There was no harm in that. Selene said she thought this change would bring them closer. And in the moment he forgot how well the other man had known "Solomon", the fact his wife had clearly been sneaking the pills for weeks at least.
When she said they could change back whenever they wanted, he believed her. And when she said there was only "one thing" she wanted to do before getting back into their old roles for the rest of the weekend, Dillon was hesitant initially. But as he imagined the prospect of spending the rest of the trip wearing heels, he started to make excuses. By the time he went to his knees, he was repeating back to himself everything his wife had said.
This was fun. It was an adventure. Something new. This will bring me closer to my wife, he thought, as the throbbing cock entered his mouth.
He wanted to gag. But it turned out his new body liked sucking dick more than he would've thought.
Selene moaned with a smile on her face, feeling massively powerful with her feminized husband kneeling on the ground in front of her. His doe eyes were perfect looking up at her, hungry, innocent, completely unaware of what was about to happen next.
Delilah tried to ignore how easy it was for her to slide her tongue along his length. How slick her thighs were growing as she pressed them together against the spreading wetness. How much she hated the emptiness when he pulled his cock back from her lips, and how helpless she was when he lifted her onto the bed and spread her legs.
Dillon might have been the man in their marriage once. And he might've thought that things would go back to normal after his wife had had her moment's fill of masculinity. But as Selene-now-Solomon stared down at the wanting slut with perky tits bouncing in sweet surrender, the former wife knew that once she came inside her former husband, Dillon would be a thing of the past.
She fucked him deep as she watched the last vestiges of manhood in his eyes, fighting not to moan as she fucked him raw like the silly slut he was. It was gonna be so much fun, watching him play the ditzy model while she wore the pants in their relationship. Literally.
Selene-now-Solomon felt a tightness building in her cock and smiled as she readied for sweet release.
"You dumb bitch," she growled, and the seed began to flow, "In about five minutes, you are gonna be one angry little lady."
