Prologue

“911. State your emergency,” the cool, collected feminine voice said.

“I need help,” I croaked, in a gruff half-whisper.

“Sir, please state your emergency. What's happening?”

“It's my wife,” I managed to stammer, keeping a close eye on the locked door of my office. Please don't let them break through the lock, I prayed.

“What about your wife, sir?” the voice said. “Please be specific.”

“She's forcibly feminizing me,” I finally admitted.

“Excuse me, sir?” the operator said. “Your wife is what?”

“I'm at the fire station. I'm the goddamned fire captain, and my wife has me hostage and is forcibly feminizing me!”

I looked down at the Victoria's Secret pink lace panties that Carlotta had made me wear. It was downright shameful. I've always been a man's man. How did this happen to me? I reached up and snatched the long ash blonde wig off my head. This insanity had to be stopped, but I obviously couldn't do it on my own. What Carlotta wanted me to do next, to let them do to me, to...sodomize me.

“I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand. Your wife is doing what? Do you need us to send a squad car?”

“Damnit, I told you!” I yelled in desperation. “It's my wife. She's making me wear a wig and panties. She's stripping my manhood away! She's holding me hostage and forcing me to do things a man should never have to do.”

There was a soft knock on the locked office door, and in a sweet angelic voice betraying the she-devil she actually was, Carlotta called out, “Come out, Frank. It's no use. We both know that you have to do this. It's your only way out of the mess that you created.”

“My God!” I moaned into the phone. “She won't give up. She's going to make me do this if you don't help me.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then the operator's voice said, “And you like it, don't you? You little slut!”