Girlfriend Turned Mistress

Two years ago, was when my girlfriend and I started dating. She came from wealth, and was very smart, and turned that money into more. I didn’t really see why she wanted me of all people, but love is love, I guess.

I didn’t have a job, never really did. Just went from fast food place to grocery store clerk, and never stayed at one too long. Which when you were dating someone who has money to burn, didn’t matter.

But one day, she came come and saw me laying on the couch. She walked over with a smile and sat down on my stomach and began to rub my chest.

“Hey honey. What’s got you in such a good mood?” I asked resting my hands on her hips.

“I’ve started a club of sorts. And everything seems to be ready to start.” She said leaning forward to kiss me.

“Really? What’s the club?” I asked pulling her closer to me.

“Well, we don’t really have a name yet. It’s just me and a few other rich girlfriends of mine.” She said nibbling at my neck.

“What are you going to be doing?” I asked as my hands moved to her rear.

“Well, we all have lazy boyfriends and husbands, so we are going to fix that.” She said looking me deep in my eyes.

I smiled with some embarrassment and chuckled. “I guess I haven’t been pulling my weight.” I said rubbing her thighs, hoping she didn’t try to start an argument.

“No, you haven’t. But don’t worry. I have a plan for you.” She said going back to kissing my neck.

“What’s that?” I asked with a smile.

“You are going to be my live-in maid.” She said as she started to grind against me.

“Your what?” I asked with a slight laugh.

“You heard me. If you be a good boy and accept, I will be nice to you. If you refuse, you will be punished, along with being a maid.” She said with an aura of dominance I’ve never seen on her before.

“So, I really don’t have a choice?” I asked kissing her plump lips.

“You do. Kind of.” She said with a giggle.

“Alright. I will be your maid.” I said with a chuckle, thinking she just wanted me to clean her house and stuff like that.

“Good choice baby.” She said as I felt something jab my neck. She pulled out a needle and showed me.

“Nighty night.” She said kissing my lips before I fell asleep.

Over the next who knows how long, I only saw glimpses of things. Usually nothing I could decipher, but sometimes I saw my girlfriend. I also saw people dressed in all white like they were some kind of doctors.

When I finally woke up, I was in my bedroom. The first thing I noticed being different was there was now a massive rack on my chest. I sat up and nearly screamed. They were at least double Ds. I also noticed my ass felt more comfortable to sit on, and upon tracing my hands down my sides, my ass and thighs were thick and soft. I moved my hands to my crotch, fearing the worst, but sighed in relief. But possibly to soon. My balls were much larger, almost oranges, and my cock was seven inches long soft.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror and yelped. I looked like a woman, aside from my cock and balls. I even noticed my voice was much higher now. There wasn’t a hair on my body, aside from my eyelashes, eyebrows and now shoulder length hair. The door opened and my girlfriend was standing there with a maid costume in her hand and a wide smile.

That was the start of my new life. I didn’t know it at the time but I was lucky. Out of the five other women, only one other accepted the submissive role. Two have been locked in permanent chastity cages that have been SAUDERED onto them, along with the other modifications. The other two have been turned into pets of sorts. Specific tendons were cut in their legs and back so they are no longer able to walk on hind legs, and only on all fours. They also had their tongues filled with silicone so they were plump and hung out of their mouths like puppy’s.

My changes are mostly done. Every day I just need to take my pills. Some for hormone stuff, and some for mood changes. I don’t really know what each one is but Sara said they help me look and act like a girl. I didn’t think I would change mentally, but from the pills, and looking like a woman my tastes have changed.

But now my day is simple. Wake up, help my mistress get ready for her day. Clean the house, and have fun with any time remaining. Then cook mistress dinner, and go to bed.

Even though it’s strange, I have grown to like this life. And my girlfriend still loves me, we just have a different dynamic now.