"OK, he's awake." My friend Sylvia said from her position in front of the CCTV monitor. "You can watch from here while I go talk with him."
As she left the room, I sat down in front of the monitor. I knew what was in store for my husband, in fact I felt sorry for him. Despite all of his cruelties and crimes I still loved him. I was aware just how horrible it would be for him, but I knew that Sylvia's unique form of tough love was the only thing that would save our relationship.
He'd always been extremely jealous; if another man even talked to me he'd flip out. His emotional cruelty I could live with, but recently it had grown physical. Last week he thought that I smiled at a man behind me in line at the grocery store and when we got home he hit me. I knew all about Sylvia's skills, her odd predilections. I'd seen first hand the husband she created for herself, so instead of suffering in silence any longer I talked with her and agreed to leave my husband's future in her hands. He had no idea what was in store.
I found myself staring at the monitor as she walked into the cavernous warehouse. My husband was chained to a chair, unable to move within his bonds.
"What the fuck you psycho bitch?" He called out as she entered.
His outburst was a mistake. As I watched on the monitor she calmly walked close to him, then removed a taser from her belt and let its power fly. His body jerked around for a few seconds, she let him regain his senses before speaking.
"We're going to have a nice one way conversation. I'll do the talking; you just sit there and listen. Don't speak unless I ask you a question. Understand?" She asked, holding the taser menacingly.
"No. You listen to..." His voice trailed off as she zapped him with the taser a second time.
It seemed like it took him longer to recover this time, but eventually Sylvia was able to continue.
"Let's start again." She said. "I talk. You listen. Got it?"
I couldn't hear his reply for he mumbled, but it must have been acceptable to Sylvia because she continued.
"I can't have you hurting Anna any more. Before you were just emotionally cruel, but now you're hitting her. Your jealousy has to stop. I know what it is, she's told me all about your inadequacies in bed, your difficulty getting it up and your premature ejaculation on those rare times you do manage. Understanding the why isn't an excuse though. You have to stop. She still loves you for whatever reason, but she isn't going to take it any longer. More importantly, I'm not going to put up with it any longer." She said.
"I know." He answered, suddenly appearing quite meek. "I don't want to do those things, my anger just gets out of control and I can't help it. I promise that it will never happen again."
"Well, your promises are worthless to me, but you are right, it will never happen again." Sylvia declared.
My husband just held his head in shame.
"Here's the thing. You've got a choice to make. I'll either kill you right here, right now." With these words she pulled a small revolver from her waistband, held it against his head, and pulled back the trigger. "Or you'll willingly change under my direction. Change physically, mentally, and spiritually. What will it be?"
My husband's eyes were huge, his body was shaking in fear, I could even see the sweat dripping from his body as she held the gun to his head.
"I don't want to die." He pleaded.
"Good." She said, decocking the revolver and returning it to her waistband. "Let's talk about the changes we're going to make."
His body slumped in obvious relief.
"I know a great surgeon. She's a wonderful woman, but for whatever reason she's come to despise men. That seems to have driven her to a study of let's say some esoteric surgical tequniques. She's going to surgically remove your cock and your balls." She said.
"What..." My husband began before once again being cut off by the cruel application of Sylvia's taser.
"No more outbursts." Sylvia began when he had recovered. "Your nuts are obviously producing more testosterone than you can handle. It feeds your anger. I'm going to take care of that by having them sliced away. As for your pathetic little cock, Anna tells me that it's no good anyway. Do you know that you've never even managed to give her an orgasm? I can't see any reason to keep the worthless thing, so it can go as well."
I could clearly see that my husband was ready to react, ready to throw a tantrum; it was obvious that only his fear of her taser was holding him back.
"While she's got you under the knife, my friend has also agreed to breast implants for you. Don't worry, nothing too extreme in size, just some nice perky little tits for Anna to play with." Sylvia said with a chuckle.
My husband had apparently learned his lesson, for he just sat there mute.
"You'll be dick-less, ball-les, and have some cute little tits. I do though want you to develop more feminine characteristics over time, so my friend has written you a prescription for supplementary estrogen. With time you'll be a truly delightful little genderless creature." She continued.
I studied my husband through the monitor, but was unable to read his expression.
"Anna has decided that you can still act like a man following your transition when you are outside of the home, but inside of it you'll be all woman. You'll be kept in lingerie, high heels, and short skirts. You'll serve as her maid, and her slave, just as my darling husband does for me." Sylvia said.
"She's also decided that both of you are going to have very active sex lives. She's going to get that which she missed out on all of these years. She's going to find men who will give her the erotic attention she needs, and you are going to support her in that. You're even going to kiss their cum off, and out of, her body. As for your own sex life, well what can I say, there are lots of men out there who like something a little bit different, and you are certainly going to be different. You'll learn to kneel down to suck cock, and you'll learn to bend over to make your little manhole available to cock. I sure hope you enjoy the taste of cum!" She said with a laugh.
As I watched the monitor Sylvia's physician friend entered the room. My poor husband didn't hear her as she approached him from behind; he was too intent upon Sylvia's words. He had no idea that she was poised behind him until the large needle was inserted into his neck and the anesthetic entered his body.
I smiled knowing that he would indeed be a very changed man when he next awoke.