A Twisted Life Entwined

I walk down the street on my way to my building. I like walking to work. I could drive, but I like a good stroll. I take a quick stop at my favorite coffee shop. It's a locally owned place, not one of those chains. I much prefer supporting small businesses like them. After all, I was once in their shoes. I had been no more than a man with a dream.

Now, I look up at my building, one of many, and feel pride in the effort it took for me to get here. I am now the CEO of a multimillion dollar company. All that hard work, all those long hours, wondering whether or not I would fail. Wondering whether or not I'd end up bankrupt on the streets. All those stressful times were worth it.

I enter my building and wait in line at the security check. Even as the CEO, I am not exempt. That's because I value my employees safety. When it's my turn, the security guard, who has a buff body, crew cut brown hair, and an impressive mustache, waves me on. After I walk through, he gets my attention.

"Mr. Donaber," he says.

"Come now, Gordon," I say, "I've told you before that you can just call me Gary."

"Right, sorry," Gordon says, "I just wanted to thank you for that recent bonus you gave me. I want to admit that it doesn't really feel like I've earned it. All I do all day is sit here and wave people through."

"Nonsense, Gordon," I say, "It's not just about waving people through. I gave you that bonus for making myself and all the other employees feel safe. You deserve it."

"Thanks again, Mr. Donaber, I mean Gary," he says, "And my family thanks you too."

"You're welcome," I say, "And your family is too."

I walk away and head to the elevators. As I pass by the receptionists in our lobby I wave at all of them. They all smile and wave back. I make some small talk with my employees who join me in the elevator. It's a nice pleasant conversation. I even have the same stop with a man and a woman.

As I get off with them, I say, "It was nice catching up with you, Colten, Ashlynn."

"You too, Gary," Ashlynn says.

"It's also nice chatting with you, Sir," Colten says.

Like Gary, I've told Colten countless times that he doesn't need to call me Sir, but I've learned he finds it more comfortable. I've decided to no longer push the issue. However my employees will feel comfortable is the best way to do things, I've found.

I know the reputation of CEOs tends to be bad, but I'm not like that. I have a lot of pride in how much my employees seem to like me. A couple years back, our company had a massive loss, but I didn't lay anyone off or do pay cuts. Instead, I took the full hit. I decreased my pay by a large amount that year because I would rather make several less millions of dollars than force my employees to be jobless.

I even once checked my company out on those websites where employees rate their companies. Almost all the reviews are positive and the negative ones only seem to be from people who would never be pleased with anything. That's why I have no problem waving and smiling or calling out the names of every employee I pass on my way to my office.

I have the biggest office on this floor and, although I could have an entire floor to myself, I prefer to be with people. I believe that offices like that create a form of intimidation. I want my employees to view me as a down to Earth guy. One they can just calmly approach and have no issues talking to.

I walk past the empty secretary's desk. I recently had to fire my secretary and I have not found a replacement yet. Hopefully, we'll find someone who is a bit more suitable and a bit more reasonable. I enter into my office and shut the door behind me. I sit down at my desk and turn on my computer.

While I wait for it to start, someone enters my office without knocking. To my surprise, it's Loretta. She is a young attractive African American woman. She is about ten years younger than me, but I look good for 35. I like to think you could mistake me for someone still in their twenties, with my short black hair and rugged good looks.

"I'm not sure how you got in here," I tell her, "But you should leave before I call security." It really is a surprise. Loretta is the receptionist I had recently fired.

"No you aren't," she says.

I sigh. "I'm not giving you another chance. I already gave you plenty. Despite your mistakes and your incompetence. I thought that you just needed time to get used to things, but then I caught you having sex with that man in the office. I had to fire you. Especially, because you didn't even seem remorseful about it. All you did was correct me, to tell me he was a man you had just met, not your boyfriend."

"None of that matters now," she says, "Because now I have power."

In an instant, I'm standing in front of my desk and she is sitting in my seat behind it. "What just happened?" I ask.

"I told you," Loretta says, "I have power now." She reaches onto my desk and picks up my name plate. She holds it up to me and, to my complete and utter confusion, it doesn't say CEO: Gary Donaber. It says CEO: Loretta Mitchell.

"How is that possible?" I ask.

She ignores my question and says, "I'm in charge now and you'remysecretary. You should really consider yourself lucky that I didn't fire you after I caught you getting fucked by that man inmybuilding."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, "You did that, not me!"

"The two of us know that, but the rest of the world now thinks otherwise," she says, "Now, you have work to do. Get to it,secretary."

I want to keep arguing with her, to tell her that this joke has gone on far enough, but I don't. I find that I can't. Instead, I listen to what she said and go to walk out of my office. As I leave, she says, "Oh, and Gary, I expect you to come in tomorrow,actuallyadhering to the dress code."

I don't understand what she means by that. I close the door of my office behind me and sit down at the secretary's desk. A week ago, when I had fired Loretta, the desk had been emptied. However, it is now filled with stuff. There is even a name plate that reads Secretary: Gary Donaber. None of this makes any sense.

Despite how badly I want to march back into my office and demand to know what's been done to me, I can't. I feel compelled to do as Loretta asked. I turn on the computer at this desk and log on using my credentials. I do the work on the computer and it is the exact kind of work my secretaries would normally do for me, but I'm doing it for Loretta. She seems to have somehow, magically, become the CEO of my company. I'm even setting up meetings for her and no one I'm emailing finds it strange that she is now the CEO and I'm just her secretary.

I spend all day doing this work. I take a lunch break halfway through the day. I don't leave my desk, though, as there is a bag with a sandwich in it next to it. I eat the sandwich and then get back to work. When the day is over, I walk home.

Despite how much money I've made, I have a simple home in a nice neighborhood, instead of a mansion. I've never liked gaudy things like that. It's also only about a half hour walk from my building, which is another reason why I live there. During this walk I think about my situation. Loretta was still in my office when I left. I didn't even try to confront her again. I just walked home as if doing secretary work is the most normal thing in the world for me.

When I enter my front door, I expect to see my wife. Normally, she's in either the kitchen making dinner, or watching TV in our family room. Both rooms are near the front door so she usually walks over to greet me. However, she isn't in either spot today.

I walk upstairs and find her in our bedroom. She is reading a book and when she looks up and sees me she says, in an annoyed tone, "Oh, you're home."

I'm confused by her tone, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Don't you honey me! You know exactly what's wrong!" she screams, "You had sex with a man at your job! You cheated on me! You're lucky we're still together! And that I haven't thrown your ass to the curb!"

I just stare at her, more confused than ever. I want to argue, but I can't find the words.

"The sight of you disgusts me," she says, "Get out of my bedroom."

I exit our bedroom. As I walk to the other side of the house I have to fight back tears. I enter the guest bedroom and sit on the bed. I put my head in my hands in frustration. Normally, my wife and I get along great. We practically never argue. Linda has always been so caring and kind. I'd never cheat on her. I love her more than anything. What has Loretta done to my life?!

I try to calm down and eventually do. Surely, whatever Loretta has done can be undone. I just have to weather this for now. I'm hungry, so I go downstairs and make myself a quick meal. I head back upstairs to the guest bedroom, hoping to avoid Linda. I succeed and don't see her again that night.

As I go to sleep in the guest bedroom, I hope I'll wake up from this bad dream in the morning.

*****

I wake up still in the guest bedroom. Everything that had happened yesterday was real. As I get up, I realize that the room feels strangely larger than before. As I stand up, I quickly realize why. The clothes I wore to bed last night are bigger on me. I've gotten shorter.

Regardless, I need to get ready for work. I go over to my dresser and open it. Inside are many pairs of panties and several bras. I grab a pair of blue panties and put them on. They feel uncomfortable due to my seven inch penis. I grab a matching blue bra that fits my flat chest perfectly, which I also put on.

I head to my closet and find a light blue blouse and a black pencil skirt. I put both on. I head to the bathroom next to the guest bedroom. On the sink counter are many different types of makeup. I apply a light blush and pucker my lips for some light pink lipstick. I head back to the guest bedroom.

I put on two inch black heels and grab my black purse. I walk down stairs and once I get to the bottom it finally dawns on me what I'm wearing. The guest bedroom shouldn't have any clothes in it. There shouldn't be any makeup in that bathroom. Where did this purse come from? I walked down the stairs like I've been wearing heels all my life. What's wrong with me?

I want to take all this stuff off, but now that I already have it on, I feel like I can't. Instead, I go to the front door. I see my wife in the kitchen, but she only briefly looks up at me before ignoring me. She doesn't seem to question my appearance at all despite the fact that I'm now several inches shorter and a man dressed in drag.

I exit my home, even though I desperately don't want to go anywhere dressed like this. I walk to my favorite coffee shop like always and nobody I pass by and nobody in the coffee shop even gives me a second glance. It's as if it's completely normal for me to be dressed like this.

I walk to work from the coffee shop and it bothers me, seeing the lipstick stains I leave on the cup. At work, none of the other employees seems to find my appearance strange either. Also, none of them greet me the way they usually do. Though, I suppose I'm grateful for that.

I walk to my office, but when I get there, Loretta walks out. She looks at me and laughs, "I'm glad to see you adhering to the dress code. Unlike yesterday, when you were wearing those ugly man clothes."

As she keeps laughing at my ridiculous appearance I realize that she is taller than me. In fact, she seems to be as tall as I'm supposed to be, "Did you steal my height?!" I ask her.

"Yes, I did," she says, "I must say, I enjoy being 6'1". Now you get to be 5'4" and have to get on a stool just to reach high places."

"Give it back! Return my life to normal!" I scream at her.

"Nope," she laughs, "I'm not changing anything back and there's nothing you can do about it. Now get to work."

She goes back into my office as I sit down at the secretary's desk. Just like yesterday, I do the job of a secretary. As I do, I think about how if I'm 5'4" then my wife is taller than me now, at 5'7". I end up spending the whole day as Loretta's secretary again and, the same as yesterday, head home afterwards. At home, my wife continues to ignore me.

*****

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is go to the bathroom to pee, but as I pass the mirror I notice my body has changed. My hair, which had been a short 2 inches, is now about 8 inches long, and it's in a feminine bob cut. My face is also different. It's not exactly feminine, but it's not masculine anymore either. It's very androgynous. When I go to pee, I find that me penis has gotten smaller. It lost about two inches of length. Also, my chest has gotten puffy, and it looks like I have A cup breasts.

Afterwards, I go back into my bedroom and begin to mindlessly pick an outfit out. I grab a pair of purple panties and a matching bra. A bra which fits my new breasts perfectly. The panties feel a bit more comfortable with my smaller penis. As I put them on, I notice that my body is a lot more slender and smaller overall. My body hair is also gone. I put on the skirt and blouse.

I walk over to the bathroom to put on makeup again. Like yesterday, I put on a light amount expertly, as if I've done it all my life. As I apply the makeup, I notice there isn't any trace of my facial hair either. With my new androgynous look, the makeup makes me look like a woman. When I'm finished, I head back to my bedroom, put on a new pair of purple two inch heels, which fit my new slender feet easily, grab a new purple purse, and head downstairs.

My wife is in the living room and as I walk past her she says, "When you get home from work today, we need to talk." She goes back to ignoring me and doesn't comment on my new appearance at all. I exit the house.

No one seems to be weirded out by my appearance again as I walk to work and stop at the coffee shop, but this time, I look so much like a woman they all probably just think I am one. At the coffee shop, I notice my voice is a little higher pitched when I tell them my order.

At work, I also don't get any strange looks. I walk to my desk and as soon as I get there Loretta walks out of her office. I mean my office. Why did I think of it as hers? I even recall thinking of the guest bedroom at my house as my bedroom. She's messing with my mind.

Loretta looks different. She has all these masculine features. Her hair is cut short, her face is more toned, and her build is larger. I look at her and ask her, "Why are you doing this?"

She just smiles at me and says, "Because I can," her voice is deeper, "Now get to work."

About halfway through the day, Loretta has a meeting with some of the employees in higher positions. She forces me to follow her to one of the meeting rooms. I watch her sit down at the head of the table. She is joined by Colten, Ashlynn, and several other senior employees. They begin discussing strategy meetings for this quarter. It doesn't make any sense. Loretta clearly doesn't know what she's doing, but they all continue acting like she is in charge.

I've just stood in the corner this whole time when Colten speaks up, "Anyone else getting thirsty?"

"Yes," Ashlynn says, "Loretta, can you have your secretary go on a coffee run?"

Loretta turns to me and with a smile says, "You heard her, Gary,"

I leave the room while they continue their meeting. As I walk to the coffee shop only a few minutes from the building, I feel humiliated. It's not even really about how feminine I've become. I just can't believe I'm being treated like an errand girl, getting coffee for all the important employees for their important meeting when I should be the one running that meeting. Instead, I have to hurriedly bring their orders back without spilling any. When I get back, I distribute it to everyone around the table and I don't even get a thanks from anyone. Which hurts even more because I know the names of every single person at this table and I used to be so friendly with them.

When the meeting is over, everyone just goes back to their offices. Loretta goes back into her office while I sit at my desk and do whatever secretary work comes my way. At the end of the day, I head home without any stops again. When I get home, I find my wife waiting in the living room.

She said she wanted to talk so I walk over to her. "What did you want to talk about?" I ask.

She looks me in the eyes and asks, "Do you want to be forgiven?"

I'm not sure how long it will take for me to figure out a way back to my normal reality. Maybe this one won't be so bad if my wife and I are on good terms again. So I say, "Yes."

"Then to start, I'd like an apology," she says.

As much as it bothers me to apologize for something I didn't actually do, I say, "I'm sor-."

"No, not like that," she says, "I want you to be naked. Then prostrate yourself in front of me and properly apologize."

I bite my tongue and do as she asks. I remove my clothes and carefully place them on the ground next to me. I leave my purse and heels next to them. I get on my knees, and bow down with my head to the floor, "I'm sorry."

"That's not a proper apology," she says, "You need to beg for my forgiveness while you outlineexactlywhat you did."

"Please, forgive me for cheating on you by having sex with another man." It hurt so much to say that, but hopefully things will get better now.

"I will, but I have some conditions," she says, "For starters, take this." I look up and she's holding out to me a pink chastity cage, "If you want me to forgive you, you'll start wearing this."

I should refuse this outright. I shouldn't be subjected to this for something I didn't actually do, but I feel like I have to listen to her. I grab the chastity cage and lock my penis in it. I hand my wife the key.

She grabs it and says, "I'll hold onto this." She pockets it and says, "From now on you need to do exactly as I say and you will refer to me as Mistress, understand?"

Again, I feel compelled to obey her, "Yes, Mistress."

"Stay naked and go make dinner," she tells me.

"Yes, Mistress," I say.

I go make dinner while I stay naked, allowing me to constantly get a glimpse of my new chastity cage. When it's done, I serve it to her in the living room where she watches TV while I just stand there in case she needs me. Only when she is finished, does she allow me to make something for myself.

"After you eat, I want you to clean yourself and then meet me in my bedroom," she says. I notice that she called it her bedroom and not ours.

After a small quick meal, I head to the bathroom near my bedroom and take a shower. When I exit the shower, I find an intricate enema system that magically appeared while I was in the shower. I seem to understand exactly what is expected of me. I use it to clean out my butthole. When I'm done, I stay naked, and head to the master bedroom.

My wife is standing in front of the bed, naked, and holding a double sided dildo. Each side must be seven inches long. She looks at me as she slowly inserts one side into her vagina. "Get on the bed," she says.

I seem to know exactly what she is intending so I get on the bed on all fours, facing away from her. I hear her open a bottle of lube, which she seems to squeeze onto the dildo. I feel the head of the dildo at the entrance to my asshole. She plunges in as far as she can go. It hurts as Linda shoves the entire seven inch dildo into my ass. She starts thrusting and the pain soon subsides and much to my embarrassment, it starts to feel pleasurable. My dick starts to strain against the chastity cage. Linda just keeps pumping into me over and over as she moans, seemingly deriving intense pleasure from the part of the dildo in her pussy as she fucks me. The pounding continues and, to my surprise, I find myself crying out as I achieve an anal orgasm. Linda doesn't stop though, she keeps going until she too, achieves orgasm.