Chapter 18: Transformation

The next morning, Frank prepared to leave the house. He gave Julie and Sam the final instructions before leaving again for several days. “Julie, remember what we talked about. Encourage Sam and keep him on track.” he said to her in the bedroom and then headed for the front door.

Sam was waiting for them downstairs in the living room.

“Sam - I expect you to obey “your” wife. When I come back, I only want to hear positive things.” Frank said to Sam as he hurried out the door.

Julie nodded resolutely, while Sam replied hesitantly with a nervous smile.

Frank planted one last kiss on Julie’s forehead, gave Sam a stern look and then left the house. Julie was determined to put the plan into action.

In the afternoon, she confronted Sam with the first task. “Sam, you know what Frank said this morning. I think it’s time you shaved completely,” Julie said in a friendly tone, but with a firm determination in her voice. Sam hesitated, his eyes shifting nervously back and forth. “Julie, I don’t know ... this feels weird, why would I do this?”

Julie smiled reassuringly. “I understand that you’re uncomfortable, but that’s part of your fantasy, isn’t it? I can see how you’ve enjoyed the last few weeks since Frank joined us.

You’ll like it, trust me. Start shaving and I’ll help you.”

She led him into the bathroom, where she had already prepared everything: razor, shaving foam, towels and warm water containers. Julie began with careful, gentle hand movements, testing the razor first. “We’ll go slowly, step by step,” she explained.

Julie knelt in front of Sam and began wetting his lower right leg with warm water. The steam rose and prepared the skin for the razor. She applied a generous amount of shaving foam and spread it evenly with her hands.

“Please sit down, Sam, it’s more comfortable this way,” she gently urged him.

Sam followed her instructions and sat down on a stool. Julie took the razor and carefully began to remove the hair on his lower leg. The razor glided gently over his skin and the hair fell to the floor. Sam still felt uncomfortable, but Julie’s reassuring presence helped him to relax.

“Do you see? It doesn’t hurt at all,” Julie said reassuringly. “Now the other lower leg.”

She repeated the process, giving him loving words of encouragement here and there. When both lower legs were shaved smooth, she moved on to his thighs, always making sure to give Sam a feeling of security and confidence. Sam’s penis cage kept slipping into Julie’s field of vision.

She didn’t have to shave Sam’s crotch because Sam always shaved it hair-free.

Once his legs had been shaved and any remaining lather removed, Julie turned her attention to Sam’s arms. Here, too, she started with warm water and shaving foam. “Lift your arm, please, Sam,” she instructed. Sam lifted his right arm and Julie carefully began to prepare the skin. With gentle, even strokes, she shaved away the hairs, leaving no area untouched. She repeated the process on his left arm, her movements calm and methodical.

“Now we come to the last major area, Sam. Your chest and back,” Julie said as she lathered up the foam in her hands. Sam lay down on his back and Julie wet his chest skin with warm water. She spread the lather and began to shave his hair. “Relax, Sam,” she murmured as the razor glided over his chest. “It’ll be smooth and nice.”

Julie was thorough, working persistently to remove every strand of hair. Her fingers glided gently over his smooth, hairless skin, checking to see if any areas had been missed. “Now please turn around so I can do your back,” she asked gently.

Sam obeyed and turned around. Julie followed her tried and tested procedure, wetting his back with warm water and applying shaving foam. With patient movements, she removed all the hair from his back. After Julie had shaved Sam’s legs and arms, chest and back, she turned to him again with a gentle smile. “Sam, there’s one last step we need to take,” she said reassuringly.

Sam looked at her questioningly and nervously. “What do you mean, Julie?”

“We also need to shave your anus and the surrounding area,” she explained calmly. “It’s important that you’re completely shaved so that you feel clean and fresh.”

Sam swallowed nervously and nodded hesitantly. “Okay, Julie, if you say so.” Julie gently pushed him onto the bathroom floor. She placed a soft towel on the floor and asked Sam to kneel down on it.

“Now bend forward and lean on your arms, Sam. That’s the best way to get to the spot,” Julie explained. As he leaned forward like this, his testicles would normally fall loosely between his legs. But this time everything was different.

Julie immediately noticed the cage that enclosed Sam’s penis and testicles. The metal cage was tightly and tightly attached to his body, leaving his testicles with hardly any free space. They looked strapped down and pressed tightly against his body. The sight of the cage was almost mesmerizing and emphasized the tight control exerted over Sam’s manhood.

“Take it easy, Sam,” she whispered gently as she approached the intimate area. Her fingers spread the warm shaving cream evenly around his anus, and she couldn’t help but take another look at the cage. The cold steel and complex mechanism that held the testicles so tightly and securely was a striking contrast to Sam’s soft skin.

As she began to carefully run the razor over Sam’s sensitive areas, Julie occasionally touched the cage. She tapped her fingers lightly on the cold metal as if to verify the reality of this device and what it meant to Sam. “Unbelievable” Julie thought to herself. “This would have been absolutely unthinkable a few months ago, but it seems you never stop learning. I really have to thank Becky and Tom for opening my eyes to the fact that Sam can finally fulfill his wishes.

“Does that feel okay, Sam?” she asked between shaving strokes, running her fingers gently over the cage. “Does anything hurt?”

“No, everything’s fine,” Sam replied quietly, his voice sounding relaxed, but also a little ashamed.

Julie refocused on her task as she continued to spread the shaving foam and remove the hair. Her eyes and fingers kept returning to the cage, almost as if she wanted to make sure it was still firmly and immovably in place.

The cage held Sam’s testicles tightly, almost mercilessly, against his body so that they had no freedom of movement. The structure of the cage seemed perfectly adapted to prevent even the slightest movement, constantly reminding Sam of his submission. Julie tapped her finger against the cold metal again, a barely audible clink sounded.

“This cage is really impressive,” Julie murmured to herself as she removed the last of Sam’s hair and checked his skin with gentle strokes. “It keeps everything so secure and tight.”

Sam could only nod silently as his cheeks flushed slightly. The procedure was both humiliating and reassuring, a paradoxical mixture of feelings running through him.

“All done,” Julie finally said, taking a step back and looking at her work. “Your skin is smooth and hairless now, Sam. You’ve done really well.” She helped him stand up and handed him a warm towel to remove all remnants of the shaving foam.

“Thank you, Julie,” Sam murmured, still a little embarrassed, but also grateful for her loving care.

“You’re welcome, Sam,” smiled Julie.

When the process was over, Sam felt a strange mixture of shame and relief.

Once all the larger areas of skin had been worked on, Julie carefully checked her husband for any missed hairs and prepared to correct the finer points. She applied the lotions and creams Frank had given her to Sam’s skin to prevent razor burn and soothe the skin.

“Feels smooth and nice, doesn’t it Sam?” asked Julie, a mild smile on her lips. “You’ll feel younger and refreshed from now on.” Sam nodded, still unsure and confused by the whole procedure. Julie helped him stand up and led him to a large mirror. “Look at yourself, Sam. You’re smooth and hairless. It looks good.”

Once the shave was complete and Sam had calmed down with Julie’s loving care, they prepared for the rest of the day together. Julie encouraged and told him that this first step was just the beginning and would soon become routine. They spent the rest of the day together, Julie holding Sam close to her side and making him realize that this was part of his transformation and acceptance of his deep desires.

With the first step successfully completed, Julie was ready to take the plan further.

On Tuesday morning, Julie woke up next to Sam with a new determination. She knew that today she was going to take another big step in Sam’s transformation. After they had breakfast together, she led Sam into the bedroom where she had prepared a selection of women’s clothes for him.

Several items of clothing were carefully laid out on the bed: a pair of black nylon stockings, a black satin bra, matching panties and a soft, pastel-colored silk dress with lace. Each piece had been carefully selected to make Sam’s experience both pleasurable and exciting. Frank had brought the dresses with him on his last visit.

Julie turned lovingly to Sam. “Sam, you’re going to wear this today,” she said, pointing to the clothes. “You’ll love it, believe me.”

Sam looked at the clothes and immediately felt uneasy. “Julie, I don’t know ... This just feels weird.”

Julie stepped closer and put her hand on his shoulder. “I understand it’s unfamiliar, Sam. But remember what we talked about. This is part of your fantasy. You’ll like it if you let yourself. Trust me, I’m here to help you.” She took the nylon stockings in her hand and gently guided Sam to sit on the edge of the bed. “Let’s start with the stockings. Lift your leg, please, Sam.”

Sam hesitated, but he obeyed and slowly lifted his leg. Julie carefully stroked the stocking over his smooth, hairless skin. The feel of the silk fabric as it stretched over his skin was overwhelming. It was cool and smooth, and Sam’s body responded to the strange but sensual touch.

“How does that feel?” Julie asked gently as she helped him put on the second stocking.

“It’s ... strange, but somehow also ... pleasant,” Sam murmured. “The stockings feel cold and smooth.” Julie smiled and nodded encouragingly. “Good, now the bra. Lift your arms, please.”

Sam followed her instructions and Julie slipped the satin bra over his shoulders and fastened it at the back. The feeling of fabric pressing tightly against his chest was unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. Julie made sure to position the bra straps correctly and carefully put everything in place.

“Now for the panties,” Julie said and took the matching black satin panties off the bed. She helped Sam to put it on, the metal cage around his penis and testicles being an obstacle at first. “Come on, stand up, Sam,” Julie instructed him. “I’ll help you put the cage in the panties.”

Sam stood up and Julie smoothed the panties over his hips. The cage gradually disappeared under the fabric, the tight material holding everything firmly in place. The testicles and penis, locked in the cage, were pressed tightly against his body. Julie gently stroked the surface of the panties, making sure everything was in place.

“See, it’s not so bad,” Julie said reassuringly. “The panties keep everything tight and secure.”

Sam nodded, although he still felt a great deal of discomfort inside. “It feels kind of ... tight. I don’t know if I can stand it.”

Julie put her hand on his cheek and looked him in the eye. “Sam, you’re doing great. It’s just a question of getting used to it. You’ll find it gets easier with time and you’ll get used to it. Let’s put the dress on now.”

She took the pastel-colored silk dress and helped Sam pull it over his head. The soft fabric clung to his body and the lace felt delicate and playful. Julie closed the zipper with patient fingers and took a step back to look at her handiwork.

“You look beautiful, Sam,” she said with a genuine smile. “How does it feel?”

Sam took a look in the mirror and saw herself in full women’s clothing. The combination of the soft silk fabric, the tight bra and the black panties felt strange, but also strangely exciting. His shave from the day before made the fabric glide right against his smooth skin, adding to the unfamiliar feeling.

“It’s ... I don’t know, Julie. It feels different, but not necessarily bad,” he admitted.

Julie stepped up to him and hugged him gently. “That’s the first step, Sam. You’re doing fantastic. It will become more normal for you with time. Let’s go for a little walk to get you used to it.” She and Sam walked outside together. Sam wore his regular clothes over the women’s clothes to conceal them. The thought of him wearing nylon stockings and a bra under his regular clothes made him nervous, but Julie held his hand and spoke soothingly to him.

“No one will know, Sam. Trust me. This is just for you and for us. Just think about how good it feels to live out your fantasies.”

Sam nodded and they strolled through the streets together. Every step in the nylon stockings reminded him that he was in a new world. The feel of the silk dress against his smooth skin was overwhelming and he couldn’t help but occasionally think about how tightly the cage in the panties clung to his body.

After their walk, Julie and Sam spent the rest of the day at home. Julie helped Sam feel comfortable in his new clothes and accepted him as he was. They cooked together, talked about everyday things and Julie made sure Sam felt supported and loved in his new role.

“You’re doing great, Sam,” Julie said as they sat down on the sofa at the end of the day.

Sam leaned back tiredly, but a small smile played around his lips. “Thank you, Julie. You’re really great to me. I appreciate it.”

“I’m just here to help you live out your fantasies,” she replied gently, resting her head on his shoulder.

Tuesday ended with a feeling of familiarity and acceptance. Julie had taken Sam a step further into his new world and he slowly began to realize that, despite his initial misgivings, he could grow in his new role.

Wednesday morning Julie was up early and again full of determination to continue the next step in Sam’s transformation. After they had breakfast together as usual, she took Sam into the bedroom to prepare him to wear women’s clothes outside the house - secretly under his regular clothes at first.

On the bed was a selection of new clothes that Julie had carefully prepared for this special day: a pair of fine, black, lace-trimmed bras and underwear, lace-edged nylon stockings and a tight-fitting black corset. The lace and fine material shimmered seductively and made Sam’s heart beat faster.

Julie approached Sam and took the lace-trimmed bra first. “Sam, today you’re going to wear these beautiful pieces. You’ll see how exciting and different it will feel.”

Sam looked at the clothes and felt that unease rise up inside him again. “Julie, I ... I really don’t know...”

Julie stepped closer and placed her hand gently on his arm. “Sam, remember, this is part of your fantasy. You enjoyed it yesterday and I saw you making those videos at the weekend when Frank and I were away. Trust me. No one will know, it’s just for us and for you.”

With Julie’s reassuring words, Sam finally nodded. Julie helped him put on the lace-covered bra and fastened it at the back. The lace felt cool and soft against his smooth skin, a sensual touch that stimulated his senses in a new way. She made sure the straps were comfortable and the bra held everything securely in place.

“This bra looks great, Sam, and feels good, doesn’t it?” asked Julie with a confident smile.

“It ... It feels completely different,” Sam admitted as he felt the new texture under his fingers.

Julie next picked up the hold-up stockings with their sophisticated lace edging. “Your leg please, Sam.”

Sam lifted his leg, reluctantly at first, then more confidently, and Julie slowly guided the stocking over his skin. The feel of the silky fabric, smooth and cool all over, made Sam shiver slightly. The lace edge wrapped tightly around his thigh and held securely. She repeated the process on the other leg and Sam could feel the unfamiliar but arousing sensation of the smooth stockings.

“The lace looks and feels beautiful,” Julie said reassuringly, admiring her work. Then she picked up the matching lace panties. “Put these on, Sam. It won’t show under your clothes, but you’ll feel it all the time.”

Finally, Julie took the black corset off the bed. “And now your arms, Sam.”

Sam raised his arms and had the corset put on. Julie fastened it tightly, but not uncomfortably. The tight material of the corset hugged his upper body and shaped his figure. The feeling was constricting but also supportive, a constant reminder of what he was wearing.

As Sam moved around in the new underwear, he could clearly feel the unyielding presence of the metal cage beneath the fabric. The cage held his penis and testicles firmly in place and the chemical cocktail, released continuously through the microscopic channels, worked his pleasure center without ceasing.

The mixture of substances and components continued to flow relentlessly into his glans and the surrounding nerve tracts, as it had been doing for weeks.

Sam’s glans was constantly rubbed and irritated by the microscopic spikes and bumps of the material, creating small micro-injuries and constant pressure. The chemical action and mechanical stimulation ensured that Sam’s pleasure center was constantly suppressed and controlled without him directly noticing or seeing it in the steel prison.

As the final moment to leave the house approached, Sam felt a strong sense of unease. The thought of going to work in women’s clothes made him nervous and insecure.

Julie sensed his tension and approached him with reassuring words. “Sam, no one will know. It’s a secret part of you that only we know. It’s all going to be fine. You’re doing fantastic. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.”

With a deep breath and Julie’s words in his ear, Sam put on his regular clothes: a shirt, pants and a jacket. The lace-trimmed underwear and corset remained safely hidden underneath. He could feel the nylon stockings gently against his legs and the bra pressed firmly against his chest. But with every step outside the house, he learned to trust Julien’s words and feel her reassuring presence even in her absence.

On that Wednesday, Sam’s walk to the office was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Every step felt different, every movement reminded him of his new, secret identity. Once in the office, Sam sat down at his desk and felt the lace and corset under his clothes.

Although work continued as usual, Sam’s thoughts kept returning to the clothes and the cage. He felt extremely controlled on the one hand and strangely free on the other. He showed the façade of normal Sam to everyone he met, while inwardly he explored the various sensations.

When Sam came home after a long day at work, he was greeted by Julie with a warm smile. “How was your day?” she asked curiously.

“It was ... intense,” Sam admitted. “But I got through it. Thank you, Julie.”

“I’m proud of you, Sam. You did so well,” Julie said, hugging him tightly. “Now let’s spend some time together and relax.”

Wednesday ended with a sense of deeper connection and understanding between Julie and Sam. It was another step on the road to Sam’s transformation and acceptance of his true fantasies. She sat with him on the couch, talked to him reassuringly and made him realize how proud she was of his progress.

Thursday started early and Julie was determined to push on with the transformation. She had spent the last few days studying the chapter of the book from the club that dealt with anal training and prostate massage. Julie had done her preparations meticulously and was well prepared for the next step.

After breakfast, Julie led Sam back to the bedroom. On the bed today were other sophisticated women’s clothes: a delicate white lace bralette with matching panties, a snow-white corset and a pair of white sheer tights with lace details.

“Today, Sam, you’re going to wear these beautiful pieces,” Julie said with a loving smile. “And there’s something more we’re going to add.”

Sam looked at the clothes and felt a renewed sense of unease and uncertainty rising. “Julie, what do you mean by ‘a little more’?” Julie took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Trust me, Sam. Today we’re going to start a new chapter in your journey. But first, let’s get you dressed.”

She took the delicate lace bralette and helped Sam put it on. The touch of the soft lace fabric against his smooth skin was arousing and made Sam feel a slight tug in his stomach. Julie made sure the straps were right and everything was tight and securely in place.

“Now the panties,” Julie said, picking up the matching lace panties and helping Sam pull them up. The metal cage around his genitals still remained firmly in place, but was securely covered by the soft fabric.

Julie picked up the sheer tights and stretched them out in front of him. “Lift your leg, please, Sam.”

Sam lifted his legs one by one and Julie slowly and carefully pulled the tights over his legs. The feeling of the sheer material smoothly enveloping his skin made Sam shiver again and again. The lace edge wrapped tightly around his thighs and held securely.

Julie led Sam into the bathroom, where she had already prepared everything for the next step. There was a medium-sized butt plug made of firm silicone on the washbasin, along with a special lubricant and a towel.

“Sam,” Julie began gently, “today we’re going to try something new. It will help you get into your role better.” Sam saw the butt plug and the lube and his eyes widened. “Julie, really ... why? ... that...”

Julie put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s going to be all right, Sam. I’ve learned this and I know what I’m doing. You’ll like it, I promise.”

She asked Sam to turn around and lean forward slightly. She carefully spread the lubricant on the butt plug and patiently explained each step. “The lube will make it easy to insert and won’t cause you any pain,” she said reassuringly.

With her other hand, she gently stroked the gel around his anus, her touch even and soothing. “Relax, Sam. It’s going to be an interesting sensation.”

Slowly and carefully, Julie began to insert the butt plug into his anus. She made sure to perform each movement evenly and carefully. Sam felt the cool silicone slowly penetrate him and the sensation was unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable at first. But Julie’s reassuring words and gentle touch helped him to relax.

“Almost there, Sam,” Julie murmured when the butt plug was finally fully inserted and firmly in place. “How do you feel?”

“It’s ... it’s strange...” Sam replied hesitantly. The feeling of the butt plug inside him was unmistakable, a constant but not unpleasant presence.

Julie led Sam back into the bedroom and helped him put on the snow-white corset. She laced it tightly, but not uncomfortably so, and Sam felt the supportive tightness around his upper body. The butt plug in his anus, the tight penis cage and the corset together provided a constant physical reminder of his new role.

“How could it have escalated like this?” Sam asked himself.

“Now the tights and the dress,” Julie said and helped Sam put on the sheer tights with the lace details. She then dressed him in a soft, flowing day dress that was held up at the shoulders by thin straps.

They spent the rest of the day together at home, with Julie treating Sam like a friend. They talked about fashion and everyday things, they laughed, and Julie constantly praised Sam for his bravery and dedication to living out his fantasies.

They spent the day doing various chores, cooking and talking together.

“You look fantastic, Sam,” Julie said with a smile. “And you’re doing great. You’ll see that it gets more and more normal with time.”

The evening approached and Julie prepared the crowning glory of the day. She led Sam back to the bedroom and explained the next step to him with a mischievous smile. “Sam, now we’re going to try something completely new to get to know your body and your lust better.”

Sam looked at her nervously, but Julie reassured him with gentle words. “You’re going to love this, believe me. It’s going to be intense but incredibly satisfying.”

She laid him on his back and lifted his legs so that his anus was easily accessible. With gentle hands, she applied the lubricant to her fingertips again and massaged around the butt plug before slowly and carefully removing it. The butt plug came out of Sam with a slight pop. He was overwhelmed by the sudden emptiness inside him.

“Don’t worry, my sweet,” she whispered, “Now comes the best part. We’re going to give your sweet ass and your little clitoris a real treat.”

Sam hesitated at the words, but he relied on Julie. She reached for a prostate massager and applied a generous amount of lubricant to it. Then she slowly inserted it into Sam’s anus while talking soothingly to him.

“Can you feel that, Sam? This is going to massage your prostate,” Julie whispered as the device entered him. “Oh, my sweet, you’re going to love it. It will touch you deeply.”

Julie began to gently move the device back and forth, her hands and movements experienced and purposeful. “You’re such a good woman, Sam. See, your little clitoris is all wet already.” She tapped the cage, the tips of which had a thick white thread running along them.

Sam wanted to object, but the intense sensations silenced him. The device precisely stimulated his prostate and triggered strong waves of pleasure in him. He could feel the warm sensation spreading outwards from his prostate and pulsing throughout his body.

“Yes, girl, just let it happen,” Julie whispered teasingly. “I’m only doing this for you because you’re such a good girl. Your little clitoris deserves a little attention too.”

Julie gently slid her free hand over Sam’s metal cage, which held his penis and testicles tightly in place. “Oh look, see how small and sensitive your clitoris is? It’s so cute, even when it’s tightly constricted.”

Sam could hardly think straight, the sensations were so intense. Every word Julie said increased his arousal and he could feel his skin tingling under her touch.

“Can you feel your whole body reacting? You’re my good little woman, Sam. Just let it happen and enjoy it.”

Julie slowly increased the pressure and speed of the prostate massager. “You’re going to love it, my girls. Your prostate is your true source of pleasure.”

Sam felt overwhelmed by the words and the targeted stimulation. The sensations Julie triggered in him were unlike anything he had ever felt before. His breathing became shallow and his muscles tensed as the waves of pleasure shot through his body.

Sam lay on his back with his legs drawn up and his knees pressed firmly against his chest. This position forced him to stick his ass way up and offer it to Julie’s skillful hands. His penis, encased in a metal cage, stood out between his white women’s clothes and silky stockings, the cold metal a sharp contrast to his heated skin.

Julie knelt in concentration, her fingers tightly closed around the prostate massager. She massaged Sam’s prostate with targeted movements, knowing exactly where to press to trigger the most intense sensations. With each pressure and circular movement, she elicited deep, moaning sounds from Sam that pierced the silence of the room. His body shook uncontrollably, his muscles tensed and he arched under the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through him.

“Oh, Sam, see how your little cage is shaking?” whispered Julie with a smile. “Your body is responding so well.”

Sam could barely respond, his breaths shallow and irregular. He squirmed under Julie’s skillful hands and the overwhelming sensations flowing from his prostate.

With each twitch and tremor, his gland emptied and the pressure in his abdomen released in a way that almost drove him crazy with lust.

“That’s right, Sam, let it all go. Your prostate is mine,” Julie said soothingly and at the same time dominantly as she continued to work. Sam clung to his knees with his hands and feet, as if he was trying to hold on somewhere so as not to float away in the tides of pleasure. His eyes were closed and tears of overwhelm were gathering in the corners.

Julie’s movements were precise and persistent, each of her touches a purposeful strike against his control. “You’re so good, Sam. See how your little cage twitches? That’s you, that’s all you,” she murmured, continuing to circle and lightly pulse the device inside him.

Sam couldn’t take it anymore; his world was reduced to the sensations flowing from his prostate, the warmth and pulsing happiness spreading through his body. His moans filled the room, his convulsions were uncontrollable and his pleasure was at the center of his being.

“That’s it Sam, enjoy it,” Julie whispered. “You’re my girl. Your clit deserves all the attention it gets. Feel comfortable in your new role.”