I could only conclude I wasn't alone in cheating, or is it even cheating when it's openly done in front of your partner. Before I called her though I listened to the voice message. “Hi Rachel, this is Janice. Sabine gave me your number. Call me, before you call her, please. We need to discuss the effects of that pill.” And the number she left matched the number that had tried to call, and I added her as a contact right away.

“Hello?”

“Janice? This is Rachel.” How easy did that come out?

“Oh Rach. Thanks for calling back!”

“You said something about that pill…”

“Yes.. you see, I didn't really mean to give you that pill. It was for myself, as I planned to have a threesome with you and Sabine. But that was before I met Alice.”

“What about me?” I heard another voice on Janice's side.

“You're the best thing that ever happened in my life, and we have Rachel here to thank for that.” I guess that was Janice telling Alice.

“Tell Rachel I said Hi. And thank you for ogling me yesterday morning. Without that I would have never met you.”

“Did you hear that, Rach?”

“Yeah. Glad I could help. But Sabine wasn't so happy about it, hence me being Rachel right now.”

“Right. That's why I wanted to talk to you before you talk to her. You see, that pill helped your male problem, right? And it increases your sexual desires for anyone you're intimate with. When you were necking Sabine that was all just fine. But then, when that guy took you on the dance floor, it must have become quite intimate, the way you were kissing him at some point. I can only imagine you had sex with him?”

“The best ever!” It came out before I could stop it.

“That's all you, not the pill doing. It's not giving you better sex, just opening your mind on having sexual interaction. But, with that said, your reaction means problems for you in a little bit. The effect of that pill should be diminishing by now, but your thoughts about having great sex will not. It will start your erections followed by the pain from the chastity cage. I have had men in the shop crying for another pill, but I have had to turn them down. Make them use gummies instead. Because, due to the addictive effect, we can only sell them to women, two max per day, six max per week, twelve max per month. They have to identify themselves and the sale goes into a central register, so they can't cheat by going somewhere else. They also have to sign a statement that they will only use it for their own personal use. If found out they gave it to someone else, they can be prosecuted for drug dealing, with significant jail time when found guilty.

Long story short, I shouldn't have given it to you.”

“Oh my god, I promise I won't tell anyone. Is there something I can do to help?”

“Well… there is something. Since I work for the shop, I could have bought it for you, and delivered it personally. You would show me your driver's license, and I would register that when I'm back in the shop.”

“That wouldn't work, because my license says male. And my name as Raymond, not Rachel.”

“Well yes, that would be a problem if I didn't know someone who could change that. Or if you wouldn't help out of course…”

It suddenly hit me. Like we did in college we'd get a fake ID that showed us as over twenty-one so we could order alcoholic drinks. She gets me one that shows me as Rachel and as a woman, and she registers that license in the system.

“Sure, I'm okay with that. Does that mean that I can order more of these pills?”

“Oh yes! As long as they're for yourself. Ehhmm… there's one more thing. A bit weird maybe, but the guy who does your license will want a perfect picture. His girlfriend will make it, after she gives you a full treatment in her salon. It's a perfect cover in a way, and I promise you will look fabulous!”

Just what I needed, look even better than now. But suddenly I had to think of Blake, he would like that, if only…

“Say Janice. You wouldn't happen to have a gown that I can borrow? Just for tonight?”

“I have one! In my hotel room”, I heard Alice say, “You can have all my clothes there, I don't need them anymore. Janice has such a wonderful collection, we've been dressing up all morning, haha!”

“Did you hear that, Rach? Why don't you see DeeDee in her salon, I'll text you her address. After that you come to the shop, we open at noon, and I can register your license. Then I can give you Alice's room key and you can take all of her stuff from the room to your own. She can then checkout through her app.”

“Sounds good. But I have to call Sabine first. I understand she went home with the other guy?”

“Hmm, yes. She was a bit upset with you. I tried to explain the effect of the pill on your mental state, but she wouldn't have any of it. I think she only went with Quinn to piss you off.”

We said our goodbyes and I called Sabine.

“Damnit Ray, you couldn't call me sooner?”

“It's Rachel right now, thank you, thanks to your over the top punishment.”

“Oh well, sorry about that, yes. But we have to talk.”

“What about Sabine? Hopefully not about me going home with Blake? You know that pill that Janice gave me really messed me up.”

“Yes, I know. It took me a while to accept that. By then I had accepted Quinn's offer to go home with him. It's what happened after that.”

I felt a sense of unease, was she the victim of rape? Or molestation?

“What happened Sabine? Are you okay?”

“Oh darling, I'm more than okay. But there lies the problem. I had sex with him. Wonderful sex! Thanks to you really, as he was very interested in my butt plug, and he took my anal virginity. I had no idea sex could be that good! I realize now that we were sorry lovers for the past five years.”

“Ehm, yes. That may have crossed my mind as well, since Blake took my rear. I came like a woman, but my god, why did you never tell me it felt that good?”

“Because it didn't. For five years I thought that was all there was. But now I know how much better it can be. Quinn asked me to stay with him. I couldn't go back to bad sex, after realizing how good it can be…”

A shock hit me. She's talking about us being done.

“What are you saying Sabine? That we are done?”

“I'm sorry Rach, but yes, I'm going to file for divorce. It's not just the sex, you know. The man is a multi millionaire. I'm sick and tired of living from paycheck to paycheck. And he wants kids.”

It was a kick in the balls. Literally. It happened when I was a teenager, but it's likely the reason we couldn't conceive in the past five years.

“I'm sorry Sabine, but you know I wanted kids too.” I really wanted her to feel guilty now.

“I know. I'm sorry. But you know it was never going to happen. I'm thirty now. This is my chance at a family. And enough money to raise them properly. Sorry Rach, but I never planned to live with a woman, even though the sex was finally better since I locked up your dick.”

I knew by now I had lost her. But that meant…

“Sabine. The key! What are you going to do with it? You can't leave that damn cage on me!”

“No worries darling, I have no bad feelings towards you. I saw Quinn and Blake text each other this morning, both very enthusiastic about finally finding a woman who not only was okay with anal sex, but who also agreed that it was the best sex ever.”

“The key Sabine! What about the key?”

“Oh yes. So Blake was sure that he'd see you again tonight. So, I gave the key to Quinn, who will give it to Blake. So you should get it tonight.”

“Does that mean I won't see you again? You're not flying home with me on Saturday?”

“Well, we will see each other for the divorce proceedings, right? And we can stay friends, I guess. But no, my home is here now. Quinn is taking action to get all my stuff removed from our place before you get back. Having said that, you can have all my clothing in our hotel room, assuming you stay Rachel for a bit longer. I just need some of my jewelry back, but Quinn is taking care of that too.”

I was devastated. A simple joke turned cruelly against me. Blake will want to know what the key is for. And if he's mad with me he may never give it. I have to go out with him tonight, and look my best, and give him great sex again. Maybe he won't notice I'm really a man under there, before he gives me the key.

DeeDee. She will make me look amazing, Janice promised. Then Alice's gown. This may all work out! At that moment a pain in my crotch hit me, as my manhood was coming alive again. I needed one of those pills!

The summer dress fit quite nicely, though I had troubles zipping up the back. Maybe I needed to lose a few pounds in my waist area? Eventually I managed, but I realized that women are much more agile than men, pulling off the bra thing and zipper thing in the back.

As I looked in the mirror, before leaving, I was pleased with my looks, except my face needed makeup that I didn't have, nor would I know how to apply it. Hopefully they would teach me some tricks in the salon.

I left a thank-you note for Blake, saying that I was going to shop for a gown, and I would call him later. I went back and forth about giving my number, but in the end I wrote it down, as it would build trust, I figured. Likewise, I didn't take his money, I just ordered an Uber on my own account. I did take all his ex’s clothes however, who knows how I may need that still.

DeeDee was sweet, and she knew all about me. But that also meant that she did not want anything to do with a wig, and I had no choice but to accept her putting extensions in my hair. And she treated my face and the rest of my body with some foul oil that should stop any hair growth for about two weeks.

Not only did she put long lasting makeup on my face, but also around my breasts, so you couldn't tell anymore where my falsies started. Then she gave me new nails that she painted black, just like my toe nails and my lips. “Black was my color”, she said. She pierced my ears and fit small diamond earrings in them. The last thing she did was my eye corners, like Sabine had done, but she warned me it would hurt a bit. By now I was trusting her completely, what else could I do?

I had to close my eyes, and she used a piece of tape to keep them closed. The pen she used on me pricked indeed, but she was so gentle that I stayed relaxed. It was all worth it when I saw it later. DeeDee was a professional who slanted my eyes perfectly, where Sabine had given only the impression of slanted eyes.

When I saw my whole look, I understood the black. My hair was shiny black, well down my shoulders, but with a cut that suggested Asian, like my eyes did. My black lips and nails gave a gothic vibe that would look very good with leather, but not offensive with anything else I wore. I would stand out, no matter what, she promised, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but I guessed that Blake would approve.

She made a picture of my face for the driver's license and I had to give her my real one, to get the data I figured. She disappeared for about five minutes, as I looked at myself in every mirror, indistinguishable from any other woman, with no idea how I would become myself again on Saturday, before flying home.

I was still wearing the short kimono she had given me when I arrived, and I started looking for my dress, figuring we were done. But she stopped me when she came back. “We're not done yet.”

She wrapped a skin colored piece of rubbery fabric around my waist, taking at least an inch away, perhaps two. I was to keep that on 24/7 for four weeks for best results. Yeah right…

She wasn't happy either on how my cage bent down. It would be fine with my summer dress, but not with a sleek evening gown. The bulge would clearly be visible, and I had to agree, because I had thought the same thing when I saw the leggings this morning.

There were two solutions. A gaffe, which would pull it back between my legs, but required me to tie the strap around my waist. Or she could simply glue the metal tube against the skin between my legs. Neither would be comfortable, but I would get used to it. I picked the latter, after she promised she would use dissolvent to remove it, any time I wanted.

It was a weird feeling, but it did indeed result in a flat crotch. She had me try on my leggings to confirm it, and even that thin material felt great on my hairless legs. I guess I was man-no-more.

I had to pay over two thousand dollars, but she'd give me a twenty-five percent discount if she could leave her signature mark on me. “Like a roofer leaves his sign in your yard”, she joked. As I said, I trusted her, and the “ring” she tattooed on my right middle finger, in the form of a snake, looked quite good, and I guess I could always cover it with a real ring.

We talked for about an hour more, as I got dressed, my zipper suddenly much easier, and she gave me plenty of makeup tips. I had everything in my clutch now to touch up my lips, nails or mascara.

By then, my new license was ready, and I was shocked that they had modified my own, rather than creating a new one. It was perfect, I have to confess, my picture, my name and my gender. But how was I going to fly back home? “As Rachel, silly” she laughed.

After we hugged goodbye I got an Uber to Janice's shop. Thank God she was there, and soon my license was registered and I finally got some relief in my crotch, as I popped a new pill. She gave me Alice's room number and key and I left for the hotel.

There were two large suitcases, partially with clothes, but the rest was hung in the closet or folded in drawers. There was a gorgeous gown indeed, black, and it fit me like a glove. A shimmering, sleek cut glove. For the first time in my life I was thankful for never growing to full male size. I texted Janice, asking if I could try Alice's jewelry as well, and next I got a message from Alice herself, saying that everything was mine now.

With earrings dropping from my ears now, a silver necklace and bangles, even an ankle bracelet or whatever they're called, in four inch open toed sandals, I realized for the first time that I was attractive. I made a few pictures, sending them to Blake first, asking if I would be dressed appropriately for the party, then to Alice, telling her I loved her. Both replied with the same words, “You look wonderful!”

As I undressed and covered the gown in a carrying bag, I saw an alternative. I guess you'd call it a jumpsuit, a one piece that looked professional while gorgeous at the same time. Not for tonight, but maybe later in the week?

I packed all her clothes in the suitcases and they were indeed loaded now. All her makeup was mine as well I figured. I dragged it all to my own room, texting Alice that she could check out of her room through her app.

In my own room I was in for a shock. Yes, all of Sabine's clothes were there for me, but anything that belonged to me was gone. Reality started setting in, I was going to be Rachel, at least until I was back home, even if the key was mine tonight.

I spent hours trying on clothes, discarding what didn't fit or what I didn't like. Almost everything from Alice was perfect, including her yoga outfit that started it all. But about half of Sabine's clothes were dull, and by now I realized, as dull as our marriage had been. No wonder she didn't need them back.

Blake texted me he'd pick me up from the hotel, and to bring an overnight bag. I had figured that already, and I told him I was ready to party! He smiled back.

Once we were back in his apartment the effects of the pill were noticeable again. He wanted to fuck first and it was just as good as the night before. No, it was better, as I was more ready, and I could analyze my own feelings better. We kissed for a long time afterwards as he kept saying how he loved my eyes and my shiny hair, and the black look. DeeDee had been so right, I would tell her in the morning.

When he guided me on his arm across the red carpet, in a perfectly fitting handsome tuxedo, many pictures were taken from us. The art was beautiful I thought, especially a section with Asian models, and people kept asking if I was one of them. I had to shake my head over and over again, but one man would simply not give up. “You WILL be my model”, he finally said. It was the brilliant artist whose work was displayed here. How could I decline, so I said it had to be before Saturday as I would fly out.

I don't think that suited Blake very well, not about the modeling, but he had planned both Saturday and Sunday already for us. Knowing I needed him to be happy, I whispered in his ear that for him I would stay, but not for the artist. He smiled appreciatedly, and kissed me hard in public.

The rest was a blur as I got more and more horny. There was good food, even dancing. We met with a small group the artist again, who introduced me as his new model for the next month. Everybody clapped and I realized I was losing control over my life. Thank God Blake took over and he helped me sign the appropriate contract. I would make a hundred thousand in just one month. I was speechless.

I wasn't as tipsy as the night before when we drove “home”, but just as giddy. I tried to explain to Blake that I had to check out of the hotel by Saturday, but he said he'd take care of it, whatever that meant.

This night there was no rush in our love making. He stripped me carefully from my gown, my jewelry, my shoes, until I was standing in only my panties. Then he stripped himself in front of me, until he was completely naked, his hard-on stretching out towards me. And I sat down on my knees in front of him and took him in. As I made slow love with my mouth, it grew thicker and harder as it reached the back of my throat. I was fully aware, but couldn't stop it, when he went deeper still.

Maybe it was the pill, maybe his gentleness, but I didn't choke, as his member became part of my body, and in a soft rhythm he caressed the inside of my throat. Somehow that feeling became more and more erotic, and a moan came from deep in my body. He took it as a confirmation to go on, and his movements became more urgent. I didn't think I could like this, but I simply loved it. And when he finally shot his load I felt like I had my own orgasm. The tingling, the nerves, the jolts, everything was there, as he took me over my high.

When he slowly pulled back from me I sucked it hard, trying for every drop he could still give me, but the plop left me empty. Before he could move away however I gave it a quick kiss.

We collapsed on the bed and we fell almost instantly asleep, his arm around me, his body pressed in my back. Later I could feel him inside me, but I passed out when I came again, my body not used to multiple orgasms.

In the morning before he left for work again he said he was going to empty my hotel room and that I should spend the day making room for my clothes in his closets and drawers. He gave me a key to the apartment and suggested I should get familiar with the neighborhood and perhaps find some modeling courses.

I finally broke down, saying I couldn't stay with him, as much as I wanted to, but I had secrets that I was sure he wouldn't like. That's when he said, “You mean like you're wearing a cage around your manhood?” I could feel the blood drain from my face, and tears starting in my eyes. “How.. how?” I couldn't even form a simple sentence anymore.

“How do I know? Simple. Quinn got the key from your friend to give to me, so I could give it to you. But I recognized it right away, I've played with stuff like that, and as I fucked you in your sleep it was confirmed.”

“But.. but?” There I went again, totally confused.

“But why do I still want you? First of all, I've never had better sex than with you. No way will I give that up. Then, you're beautiful as a woman, and that modeling contract proves that I'm not the only one thinking so. And finally, you're the perfect solution to my sexual preference. A man who wants to be a woman.”

“But I don't even want to be a woman! I was forced…” Thank God I found my voice back. But, “You could have fooled me. But it doesn't matter. I have your key. And I'm your agent now. Whatever you make comes my way, and if you don't honor the contract, you will be sued, not me. I will just make sure you have a new contract waiting for you every time. Soon you won't even remember what it was to be a man. We will get you a surgery soon, get your name and gender officially changed, and we'll get married as soon as your divorce is final. Quinn was hinting we'll do a double wedding, your ex will like that.”

I was stunned. My future was discussed and I had no voice in it. He controlled everything. All I had to do was to be pretty and have good sex. One part of my mind, still affected by the pill, I bet, thought that was quite a good deal. Still, he gave me a choice.

“I don't want to force you into anything, I want you to know. If you don't want a future with me, then tell me now, and we'll find you your own place. I will pay you a salary, as long as you fulfill the contracts I find for you. But you will be Rachel, your manhood will never be free, and I dare you to find someone who will give you good sex. But if you choose your life with me, you will be my queen, with unlimited funds, and perfect sex anytime you want. That I can promise.”

“You will fuck me when I ask? And never fuck someone else?”

“As I said, that I can promise you!”

I knew my old life was gone. But do I want my new life to be hard or easy? Just like Sabine, who didn't want to live from paycheck to paycheck anymore.

“OK”

“Okay what?”

“I will live with you, and consider being your wife. As long as you ask me nicely. Very nicely!” If I'm his queen then I may as well get everything out of it as possible. Being a woman may not be so bad after all…

Things went very fast after this. Modeling was much harder than I thought, but I became good at it, and Blake was so supportive. He had the power to make me do anything he wanted, yet he chose to become the man behind the successful woman. And our relationship became one of equals.

In the beginning I still depended a lot on the pills, but I think I developed an allergy. At some point my breasts were itching the skin under it so much that I had Janice remove them. Only to find that I had grown real breasts under them, that quickly expanded in size now that they were “freed”. Apparently both the pills and gummies were made using strong female hormones.

I had accepted already that Ray was long gone, not just on paper, but fate gave me now a reward. I've long thought of the right word and I settled on exceptional. Perfect sex with Blake was now exceptional sex. I knew how he loved to grope my breasts before, but now I experienced the added pleasure as he fucked me. At some point he would squeeze and twist my nipples, and it was like cumming-on-demand.

I didn't pass out anymore from multiple orgasms in a row, three or four times in a session became the norm. And I still loved cumming from a good throat-fuck. It's safe to say by now Blake and I were true lovers and the night he went on his knee in the most expensive restaurant in NYC and begged me to marry him, I gave myself to him. I didn't add any conditions but I did ask for one gift. The gift of complete womanhood.

It was a two-step process that I wanted, but I wanted him to agree. Step one was for him to release my cage. The one thing between us that prevented true equality in our relationship. But this step would solidify the trust between us, that we both went into this marriage for love without any doubts.

But, it wasn't one-ended. It would happen before a surgery, the surgery that would remove my complete scrotum, leaving just my dick intact. And I wanted that piece to be glued back again between my legs, as I had no need for it other than peeing. Never would I have to worry again about a painful erection, not that it had happened for a while.

The second step, on our one-year anniversary, I wanted the second surgery, that would construct a true vagina for me. Not that I needed one for sex, although we would probably try it, but I couldn't think of any word stronger than exceptional. No, I wanted the physical body to match with my mind, the woman I had become for him already.

Blake agreed. Like I knew he would. I was his queen, wasn't I? But he was my prince, I needed him as much as he needed me. Maybe we had always been soulmates, destined to be together one day. Or maybe we just grew into it. It didn't matter.

I wore his ring with pride, a golden snake that was wrapped around my finger multiple times, with a gorgeous diamond as its head. When I showed it to DeeDee, the only woman whom I allowed to work on my face and body, and who had tattooed her signature snake on my finger. She had to laugh at that, because at the time she needed to keep me busy while we waited for the driver's license. So she did the snake for fun. Her signature was on me already, when she tattooed the corners of my eyes.

So, Sabine and I became best friends, together with Janice and Alice. The four of us went out many times after, always in our signature leather. And that's how we all got married, on the same day, the same ceremony. Four leather wedding dresses, three in pure white, one in stunning black. Sabine was the first to give her vow to Quinn, then I vowed to Blake and lastly Alice vowed to Janice. Then the men and Janice returned their vows. It was perfect. Better even, exceptional!