He's dumbfounded

Jimmy must have felt the changes, because they were subtle. If it had happened without Curtis' knowing, Jimmy simply would have looked off. He might have said, "something looks different about you." This is because, though the changes were subtle, they were fundamental to Jimmy's body. He changed entirely as a person, even if it was only a little bit. However, after the change, Jimmy looked down at his body like it were something foreign to him. He dazedly patted himself down, paying attention to certain places more than others, like his barely budding breasts.

"How is this possible?" he asked. "I'm dreaming. This is a nightmare where my best friend is fucking my wife, and he's turning me into a woman. This is impossible." He was saying this to Curtis, trying to get some kind of confirmation.

"I'm not turning you into a woman. You are," Curtis answered. "No, this is happening, and this is how things are going to be. I'm in charge here, now. What I say goes, no matter what. I want you to carry on with your life. Chelsea... oh by the way, Chelse I think you can ride me now. Chelsea is going to remain your wife, because she loves you, but she belongs to me. Fully. She will do whatever I tell her to, from now on."

Jimmy looked skeptically at his wife, currently gleefully climbing onto another man's lap. He'd known her for years and years, and knew her to be a strong willed woman.

"You don't believe me. Okay, Chelsea, quit your job. You're going to spend all your time here, masturbating whenever I'm not home." He handed her her cell phone from the table nearby. She finished fitting his cock into her, her knees straddling his on the couch, took the phone, and began typing on it. He watched her athletically rise and fall, fucking him with complete control, as if this were routine. He could feel how pleased she was for him to be inside her for the third time today. Before she could hit send, Curtis snatched it out of her hands. "Thank you, that was just a demonstration," he said. She seemed relieved.

"This is stupid. Chelsea, you're throwing your life away for this guy. I don't know what he has over you, but we'll figure it out," Jimmy pleaded. His body must have changed again, because he gasped, and pulled at his hair to see it. Chelsea chuckled at him, ignoring his words. Instead she devoted her attention to fucking her new master.

"This is life, now," Curtis said. "Don't worry, you'll come to understand it, and you'll come to love it. Now, I'm going to work on cumming inside your whore, here. You can stay and watch if you want, or you can go to bed knowing that every moment she's not with you, she's enjoying me out here. It doesn't matter to me which you choose. By the way, will you tell anyone about this?"

Jimmy shook his head as he got up to leave. "No one would possibly believe me."

"That's right. Now, Chelsea, is there anything more satisfying than me cumming in you?" He gripped her perfect ass. The night faded away, with Curtis enjoying his new prize. He decided he was too tired to keep responsibly asking questions, so instead he fucked her and filled her with cum over and over again. When he was done, she was too delirious to do anything on her own, so he carried her to bed, where he lay spooning her through the night.

Life was great.

A/N: I get that we're all writing these as "chapters" even if they're, like, a hundred words long. Instead, maybe consider this the end of chapter 1. Hope you're enjoying it so far, I have very loose plans for things coming, so if there's anything you're interested in, please leave a comment.