REVOLUTION: My New Married Life as a Sexy Male

PART 3: 1st week with Sally : Monday

I woke up, naked, in my own bed, lying next to my beautiful, sleeping Wife. But she wasn't Sian, the Wife I'd been married to for 20 years, or my 3rd Wife, Hayley, the former work colleague I'd married yesterday. The beautiful redhead lying there, who looked so much like a young version of me, was our daughter Sally, now officially my 2nd Wife since yesterday. But don't get the idea that I have 3 Wives. It's much more that three Wives have me. I'm Ken, by the way, a 46 year old father of one but don't call me that. Male names and titles are now illegal. Everyone calls me Sweetie, except for Sally, who likes to call me dad when she's using me for sex.

As I woke I absently scratched my jaw, sleepily expecting a beard. My jaw was perfectly smooth. Then I remembered that I hadn't shaved for 4 weeks and would never have to shave ever again, not even my legs. A month ago I had been feminised by "The Machine". It scanned my DNA, worked out what my body would be like if I had been – sorry, I mean "lucky enough to have been" born female. Then it rewrote my body and brain to make me (almost) female.

I looked under the bed sheets. My penis and testicles were still there, in perfect working order and not locked in a genital cage. Which was a bonus. I'm normally locked except when being used. Male genitals were, in the view of "The Women" who now ran the world, a necessary evil, needed to ensure the continuation of the species through procreation and to give Women in general an endless source of sexual pleasure. There were no more 'men' (or at least there wouldn't be once all males had been 'femmed'). There were now only 'Sexy Males' like me.

But unlike most men who had gone through The Machine, I had retained my memories and intelligence. This made me dangerous so I had to be intensively trained, you could say brainwashed, into becoming a good, obedient, docile Sexy Male. Which is why yesterday I was given to 2 more Wives, Hayley and Sally, to use me for sex. The idea being that if I only spent 1 week in 4 with my original Wife I would stop thinking of myself as a husband. If I spent a week being used as a sex toy by my daughter, then I would stop thinking of myself as a father. And being used by a former colleague (or, indeed colleagues plural) at the office where I used to work would further demean me and imprint my status as a sex object. The third week I was not looking forward to. Although I would be living with Sian and Sally in their house (not mine anymore) I would be doing shifts as a prostitute in the local brothel. If that didn't make me think like a Sexy Male, nothing would.

I slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom to shower. I couldn't resist a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror before the steam from the shower fogged it. Medium height for a man, I had wavy naturally red hair that fell to just below my shoulders. I had long shapely legs that I'd apparently inherited from my dad (now known as Sex Bomb) who'd been femmed a month before me. My Mum's the Mayor so she arranged for dad to be first in line when the feminisation programme started "to set an example". I, being merely a very junior office worker, waited my turn.

I looked over my shoulder at my bum in the mirror. All my Wives agree I have a very cute bottom and I have near perfect Double D breasts that I could look at all day. But no time for that. I had to shower, put on my makeup and make breakfast for Sally.

My hair still felt good from yesterday and I didn't want to take a lot of time drying it so I bunched it up under a shower cap and turned the shower on. This was my favourite moment of any day. As a Sexy Male, I'm constantly monitored, either by my Wives or other Women. We have absolutely no privacy. So showering before Sally woke up was the best chance I had to explore my new feminised body. I started soaping my legs. Up to a month ago they had been proper masculine hairy legs, fit but a bit chunky around the thighs. Now they were as smooth and shapely as an Woman. My bottom was smooth and beautifully rounded. Before The Revolution I would happily have watched a bum like mine wiggle down the street in tight jeans. Shame I wouldn't be allowed to wear jeans. Strictly skirts and dresses in public for men now and no knickers. No shorts, jeans or trousers. Nothing to impede access to the family jewels.

I washed my genitals and my penis started to stiffen. "Oh no you don't." I said "You're not mine to play with anymore. You belong to Sian, Sallie and Hayley."

I said that to try to avoid getting an erection because I thought Sallie would want me in the next hour or so, but really I was beginning to believe it.

Then I got to my favourite bit of my new body. My breasts. They looked perfect to me. Firmer than Sian's, smaller then Hayley's but bigger than Sally's. I cleaned them carefully, enjoying how they felt under my hands. I felt so lucky to be hubby to three wonderful Women who really seemed to care for me. It was a good thing that most men came out of The Machine with little memory or brainpower considering the use that so many of them have been put to. Female relatives could claim ownership of them if they wished. Unclaimed, or rejected Sexy Males were assessed. The fertile and pretty ones were assigned to the breeding programme or the municipal brothels. The rest were put to menial work. There were a lot of cases of Women throwing their old husbands out without a second thought. So I was humbly grateful that Sian kept me on. Mind you, I came out of that Machine looking like the kind of Woman I'd always fancied so I was fairly sure she'd keep me – providing I could learn to be a good Sexy Male.

I dried myself and brushed out my long ginger hair. Now, what to wear? Over the past month, Sian had established some routines for me to reinforce my 'Sexy Maleness". One of those was that I should stay naked each morning until she decided what I would wear. I would never choose my own clothes. But Sian wasn't here and Sally hadn't left me any instructions before she fell asleep, exhausted with using me, on our wedding night. But I knew what she would like.

I had a wardrobe of clothes in the spare room. Sian had put it there in case she brought another Sexy Male home. She hadn't done that yet but it was only a matter of time. When she first told me, I was hurt and offended. But she explained (again) that she loved me but males are only sex objects and it is her duty to Womankind to use as many as she wishes. Therefore, I would have to get used to it because that's how Women treat their husbands now. The bimbo part of my brain told me she was right of course. So, anyway, second wardrobe in spare room. Off we go.

I found some lovely dark brown stockings and a black bra and suspenders set to go with them then went digging through the shoe cupboard for a pair of black shiny stilettos that I was sure Sally would love. I know I complain about high heels but I have to learn. So I put them all on and checked myself in the long mirror. High heels really did make my legs look sleeker and sexier.

It's difficult not to make a noise in stilettos so I carried them until I got to the kitchen where I put on my maid's pinny and made myself some toast and a pot of tea. I ate that while Sally's toast was, well, toasting.

There was a wolf-whistle behind me. Sally was obviously awake and looking at my bum. "Daddy darling! You dirty slut. Stockings and suzzies at this hour. What were you thinking?"

She came up behind me and slipped her hands over my bra. She snuggled in to my back. "And a pinny? Really?"

"Your Mother said that if I was preparing food I had to cover the family jewels. Hygiene, you know."

Her hands slid down to squeeze my bare bottom. "Fair enough. But only when you're preparing or eating food. I don't like it when you cover MY cock. I want to see it so I can grab it." She grabbed it. "Oh! My cock is not locked, dad. Why is that?"

The toaster pinged and I buttered the toast while my Daughter / Wife played with 'her' penis. "Well," I said "I think it's something to do with both of us falling asleep exhausted after all the sex we had yesterday."

She kissed my neck. "Yes, that would explain it. Mum was right. You are a really good fuck. It's a shame she kept you all to herself all these years. I would've liked you to have been my first."

I finished putting marmalade on the toast and put on a plate. "I'm sorry I wasn't your first, Sal but you can't complain about Mum keeping me to herself after yesterday."

"How many Women fucked you, dad?"

"No idea. Really wasn't counting after you and Hayley. I'm pretty sure some had me twice. I know Hayley did."

"I like Hayley. She's going to be so good for you dad."

Sally went to pick up her toast and, purely on reflex, I said "Wash your hands."

Sally sighed like a teenager. But instead of washing her hands she said "Stand there."

"What?"

"Stand there! Don't make me say it again. Now put your hands on the worktop. Good. Now spread your legs. Wider. Arse out a bit more. Hold still"

Her slim fingers encircled my low hanging fruit. Then she tugged! HARD!

"Owwww! Let go of my testicles! Please?"

Calmly, and without malice, Sally said. "It pains me to do this dad. You never hurt me growing up but I have to teach you your place and pain is one of the few things Sexy Male brains register. Never EVER tell me to do anything ever again. I am your Wife which means I am in charge of you. If I want to I can tie you naked to the post in the Town Square and let the Women of the town have their fun with you. But I won't, IF you are a good Sexy Male husband. So what do you say?"

"I'm sorry, Sally. I've only been like this a month. I've been your father all your life. I wasn't thinking."

She tugged again. "You're not supposed to think. Your not supposed to be ABLE to think. If The Women catch you thinking they will take you from us. You must be a bimbo, dad."

"I understand, Sally. I will try harder. Please let go of my testicles."

Another tug. "Whose testicles?"

"Please let go of YOUR testicles."

She let go."That's better. Stand up straight and turn around."

I did so. She pulled my head down and kissed me like a Wife. "I love you, Sweetie. But you have to be a good Sexy Male."

I kissed her. "I am truly sorry, Sally. Only a month ago I was just a man and..."

"You remember before The Revolution. I know. But it has to be a secret."

She squeezed my bum. "Now go and do your housework. I have calls to make. Got to find work now I've finished school. Oh, and take off the pinny. I want MY cock and balls to be displayed."

I took off my pinny and hung it up. She looked me over approvingly. "That's much better." and sent me off to do my housework with another pat on my bottom. I noticed she washed her hands before eating because Sally is a good Girl.

I busied myself sorting out the washing and ironing. I went out the back garden (still in my undies) to hang out the washing. Old Mrs Turner, our neighbour for twenty years, leaned on the fence. "Morning Ken! Sorry, I mean Sweetie. Someone's looking fab considering he was shagged by so many Women last night."

I nodded and smiled and said nothing.

"It's okay, babes. You can talk. Back gardens count as private. How are you this morning? I bet you're willy's aching. You kept it up for more than THREE HOURS yesterday. My Bert, may he rest in peace, could never last longer than ten minutes. I shagged you for fifteen minutes before Maisie Jones said it was her turn and 'did I know there was a queue'. Aww, you don't remember do you? Not surprised. No one knows how many Women shagged you but it was blummin lot. Who's looking after you today?"

Mrs T paused. Looks like she really wanted an answer. "Sally has me all week."

"Aww that's nice. Sally's such a lovely Girl. I'm sure she's treating you well. You being her dad and all. I never had children but it must be a bit strange for her having sex with her own dad, even he looks as fab as you. I can't imagine my Bert with knockers, at least not ones as nice as yours. Your dad has strange ones, dun't he? Like two halves of a football. Not soft and squeezy like yours. I had him too, and Mrs Williams' boy but they weren't as good as you. Sian said you were a good shag. I hope I get a chance to shag you again sometime. It gets expensive having to go to the brothel all the time but it's my 'Duty to Demean', as they say. Well, I must get on. Nice talking to you, Sweetie."

I finished pegging out the washing and went back inside.

At about 11 I made a pot of tea and brought it in to the study where Sally was in a video call with a Woman of about my age. I thought I could just put the cup down on Sally's desk and slip back out but the Woman spotted me.

"Who's that Sally?"

"This is Sweetie. Say hello to Alexandra, Sweetie."

"Hello Alexandra."

"Is he your brother, Sally? He looks just like you."

"No, he's my dad."

"Really? How old is he?"

"Forty-six."

"Wow! I wouldn't have thought he was more than thirty-five. I can see he has a nice cock. How big is it erect?

Sally told her she hadn't measured me but it looks about 20cm and she replied "Very satisfying I should think. What are his tits like?"

Without taking her eyes from the screen, Sally said to me. "Take your bra off, Sweetie. Show Alexandra your tits."

I slipped my bra off with practised ease and stood, hands on hips, turning a little from side to side for the Woman to see. Alexandra seemed pleased and told me to hold my breasts, lean forward and pout. 'Like a model' I thought. So that's what I did.

"Show me your arse, Sweetie." Alexandra said "And bend over. Push your cock through your legs. Look over your shoulder at me and smile. Oooo Sally! You ARE a lucky Girl! Very naughty and nice. Mmmm! But I'm getting sidetracked. We need to crack on."

Sally said "You may go, Sweetie. Make lunch for twelve o'clock. We're going shopping this afternoon. And put your bra back on before you go in the garden. I don't want Mrs Turner getting any ideas."

"Too late." I thought but said nothing and curtsied, like Sian taught me. "Yes Sally."

As I left the room I heard Alexandra say "He seems very well trained. Anyway, I think that thing we were talking about might just fly..."

We had lunch in the kitchen. Nothing fancy. Just sandwiches, cake and tea.

Sally looked across at me. I was in just my black undies. She wore jeans and a "Women Rule" t-shirt. "So, daddy dear. You've been a she-male for a month and it wasn't until last night that any Woman other than Mum fucked you. What has she been doing with you?"

I sipped my tea. "Taught me how to look after my lovely long hair. How to do my makeup. How to behave in the presence of Women. How to behave when not in the presence of Women."

"How do you do that?"

"I behave exactly as if I were in the presence of a Woman because I must assume I am being watched."

"That's all for four weeks' work?"

"Oh no. We made a start on me walking in high heels, which I'm having a lot of trouble with because these beauties make me top heavy. But mostly we had sex. Far more sex than I ever thought humanly possible. Many times a day."

Sally smiled. "I don't suppose she videoed any of it. I like to watch Sexy Males being fucked. What ways did she fuck you? And stop wincing every time I say 'fuck', dad. That's what it's called now. No more pussy-footing around with euphemisms. I fuck your cock. You have tits and an arse. Get used to it. Now tell me about the fucking. Was it the same as before?"

"Quite the opposite. When I was just a man we would make love. That is not a euphemism. I have loved your Mum, and only your Mum, for more than twenty years. It wasn't mere sex. But anyway. Back then, it was nearly always me who initiated it. And we weren't very adventurous. Warm and loving but not in any way kinky. So when I was 'transformed', let us say, your Mother decided we had to try everything and no matter what, I was not allowed to refuse. And I was never allowed to orgasm. She told me I shouldn't need to. Her attention should be enough for me."

"Quite right too. Did she ever tie you up?"

"Er yes, a few times. Why do ask?"

"No reason. Just checking how experienced you are. Has she ass-fucked you?"

"Oh yes." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Tell me the truth, dad. When Mum was pounding your arse with a strap-on, were you enjoying it?"

"Of course."

"Really?"

"Well, sort of. The bimbo in me loved it. The man hated the indignity of it. Sal, I may still have a brain but I'm also a Sexy Male. My male brain is revolted by some of the things done to me that I have to put up with. (Especially some of the things that I have to put up my bottom.) But my she-male body continually craves female attention and gives me huge waves of pleasure when it gets it. That's why I went all last night without orgasming once. Your Mum was right. I don't need to orgasm anymore, although I think I would still like to, given a chance. My body is programmed to be thrilled by ANY attention from a Woman, no matter how horrible she may be or how disgusting the sex act."

Sally touched my hand. "It must be so difficult. Grampa is having the time of his life as Sex Bomb and you are revolted by us, by me."

"What? No! A thousand no's. Not you, Sallie. Just some of the many Women who rode me last night. No, no. You are wonderful. When you took me last night at the reception it was the best thing that had happened to me since my femming. Sally, my sweet Girl, just a smile from you is better than any orgasm. But then, it always was. Truly."

Sally put her cup down. "You always were a big softy, dad. But you've always liked Women and you've always treated us as people. Hayley said all the Girls liked you in the office because you respected them. She said she can't remember you ever even making a sexist remark. What are you smiling at?"

"That's because although Hayley is one of my favourite people she is also a bit scary. I would never have dared say anything out of line. Especially with Hayley."

"And yet you married her."

"Didn't have a choice. Your Mum picked her. No idea why."

"Mum said it was because she knew you fancied Hayley. You forget, you all worked in the same office before Mum got promoted. She noticed things."

"Hang about. I was never ever unfaithful to your Mum."

"But?"

"But, as you say, I like Women. I've always preferred their company, especially funny, carefree Women like Hayley. We could have a laugh in a job without laughs."

"Exactly! You naturally relate to Women. I've spoken to several Women who fucked you last night and they were all full of praise for how good you were. How responsive and obedient you were and how 'nice'. A word I didn't expect to hear about a Sexy Male being gang-banged. Some noticed that you talk but actually many Sexy Males do, even if it's just to ask for a new pair of shoes. In fact, some Women, like Alexandra, who I was talking to this morning? Her. Some Women actively seek out Sexy Males with a certain level of vocabulary. It's like before The Revolution, some men were happy with stupid bimbos while others wanted a Woman they could talk to – as well as fuck.

"So you talking's not a problem. But you need to learn to play the stupid bimbo in public. You can't appear to be a threat to the new order. But we're getting there. It seems to me that, as long as we can teach you to keep your mouth shut, we should have no trouble in persuading The Women in Charge that you're a good little Sex Object."

"I don't want to be taken away, Sal. I will do my very best to be your Sexy Male."

Sally stood up. "And on that note. Bedroom. You. Naked. Erect. NOW!"

We walked together to the bedroom with Sally's hand firmly on my bottom.

"Was 20cms about right?" she asked.

"There's a ruler in the desk. I can get it if you like."

"Later. Fucks first."

"Fucks plural?"

"Uh-huh. I want to see how many orgasms you can give me in an hour. Or maybe two."

We never did get to do the shopping on the first day of my new married life as a Sexy Male.