The Truth will Out!

Mistress caught the tails of the flogger and waited for Summer to answer.

Slowly Summer, almost like she was descending into a delicious dream realised that she was going to unburden herself. She released her lower lip as if stepping back into her body and realised that it hadn't been put away tidily. Her eyes darted from her shoes, and then between the other two piles of clothes on the table.

Then confession bubbles out of her. "I made it happen." She pinched her lips closed as if pursing them now could somehow stop the truth from escaping. Closing the whore's mouth after the dick has escaped. flashed in my mind, while I realised, but what did she just confess? (While also feeling proud of our Mistress for greasing Summer's mind such that the truth just slides out.)

WhooSH!

"I will remind you: we use full detailed sentences here. What it did you make happen?"

Summer looked like her mind was a raspberry ripple: She wanted to continue her submission, but also didn't want to admit what she had done ─ as if saying it out loud would make it true.

It turned out that she knew her mind better than I did. As she clarified the pronoun she began to cry like an old cold tractor trying to start after a long winter.

"I killed my husband." She managed to balance on her hands and feet as her body shook. Her sobs were punctuated by gasps, while she collected herself.

I have never seen Mistress F react the way that she did. The flogger hung from her wrist as she stood up straight, with a perplexed look on her face, as if she were silently asking a question, after the chandelier had just said something confusing.

It only lasted a moment before our indomitable Mistress collected herself.

"Summer how many times have you been married?"

"Only once."

"And who did you arrive here with today?"

"My wife."

Mistress F smiled to herself. Clearly it all made sense to her now, but I was still a little confused. Summer knew that she and I were married, but she also thought that I was dead?

Mistress pressed for more details, as she continued the light holding-pattern flogging, "How did you kill your husband?"

"I turned him into a sissy, and then things got out of control and he just died."

"How did you turn her into a girl?" asked Mistress incredulously.

"I felt so hurt, so betrayed by the stories that I read in", Summer's mind caught for a fraction of a moment on the chronology of pronouns, before continuing with the correct, "her porn stories. I decided that if that was what the person that I loved was fantasising about then I should make it happen; turn him into her."

"You didn't ask her for consent? You just decided that you should **** her mind until every thought in her head would believe that she had always been a girl?"

"When you put it like that, I sound like a monster."

If the shoe fits, I thought, and then wondered why I thought that. I had always been a girl, so Summer's plan aligned with what I was going to do anyway.

"You still haven't explained the details of how you achieved this."

"I discovered his porn in 2011."

"You were snooping through private files, betraying the trust that your spouse had given to you. Continue."

"It took me a few months to form my plan, and some times in 2012 the film Laurence Anyways, came out. It was a perfect film to start my plan. It was arty enough to suit the snobbery of my husbands tastes. He spoke enough French that he would feel that he couldn't turn down my proposal to watch it - though his French wasn't as good as he thought, so it was easy enough to doctor a few of the subtitles.

Afterwards I made a point of saying how much more sophisticated the French are, and use his own snobbery against him. Once he agreed I could talk about freedom of personal expression and how everyone should be free to mix things up a little.

After that, I would ensure that we would watch at least one arty or erotic foreign language film each week. Something like Room in Rome, or Desert Hearts. I carefully curated his media exposure. Each time showing that cross dressing was good; women loving women relationships are superior; how oppressed each of the LGBTIA+ communities are and how a good and just society always looks out for the most disadvantaged members.

From there it was easy to help him make the leap from helping them, to being them.

I found stories such as Web of Sin, R.D.T., SHLTPSB, and Dating Lisa and just added them to his collection. I could check that he was reading them because the text editor that he used had a log file that he never cleared. I kept added more and more submission, femdom, transgender, hypno, and he kept lapping it up... and that was my next goal. To get him to taste himself as his next progression. By then I could tell that his favourite stories, (by the log count) were The Engagement by tedebear and First My Wife then Me.

Once he started consuming Old_Joe's_Collection and using the Svengali of gregariousfrog his **** was inevitable. I was still surprised at just how fast I could lead him down the path just by lettting him masturbate to stories that let him experience submission within his fantasies.

By then I was just toying with him as he Lost his male identity as he became my sissy husband."