Walter Perron was a real piece of work. He totally controlled his life, including his wife. What she did, when she did it, what she wore, everything. He wasn't backwards in being a bit physical with her either. Leanna didn't know why she tolerated this man who was a real charmer when they met, dated and eventually married. Now six years later and she was much wiser about his ways and not at all happy about them!

Leanna could stand most things although being made to wear revealing clothes just because Walter demanded it had created a rather interesting wardrobe. What she could never stand was Walter's demands she kiss his feet in thanks any time he allowed her some small break from his rules. She utterly detested having to wrap her tongue around his toes especially seeing as he liked to wear her pantyhose under his male clothes. Leanna often wondered if she could use his fetish against him, but was too scared.

When her sister-in-law gave her a ring for her birthday Leanna could not have known how things would change. Joanne simply told Leanna that this ring might change the balance of power in the household, if she desired it too. Leanna had never told Joanne about her brother's behaviour but now she knew it was common knowledge in his family.

Walter never had time for his family either, claiming they were all morons. Leanna wondered if Walter really had any idea about them. Leanna dreamed that if this ring could do what Joanne said, then he was definitely wrong.

The day came not long later when Walter was demanding Leanna get her hair tipped with blonde streaks as he felt she was looking too old with her current hair style. Leanna not realising the ring she now wore had any real power entertained a smart arse reply to her husband, in her head of course. "Why don't you have blonde tips darling, your not looking so young yourself!" she said in her mind. When Walters hair suddenly sported those same blonde streaks Leanna was shocked. Walter felt something was different but couldn't put a finger on it. Leanna stood for a second, just staring, Walter got a bit steamed and abused his wife for her silence. Then she had another inner thought, "I bet you'd love to be young again Walter, maybe say nineteen?" As she watched her husband began to change, from thirty-nine to nineteen it appeared, still with blonde streaks of course. This time the change wasn't missed by Walter who just looked at his silent wife with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. Leanna suddenly realised two things. One, the ring she now had on her finger had the power Joanne said it did, and two Walter was now fitter, stronger and more dangerous. Not sure what to do next Leanna made a quick slightly paniced wish. She wished Walter was weak and soft and no physical threat to her, as he stood stunned Walter began to change again. This time though the ring did something interesting, it transformed him into a girl! A soft, weak, non-threatening girl of nineteen.

Walter was fast learning that his wife could be a real bitch with the ring of change.

Wendy is such a joy to have around the house. Leanna only has to mention the ring and she immediately does as she is told. Leanna has found her powerful self, thanks to the ring and Wendy is nothing more than a slave to her whims. In fact Leanna is making her former husband behave as a slave, right down to the collar and lead. Leanna leaves him tethered at her feet for hours on end. The house has never been cleaner, meals have never been better and peace now reigns. The old Walter that used to be, hopes to return some day, Leanna promised if he behaved for a year she would change him back.

Leanna had invited Joanne over to see her handiwork. Joanne was impressed with Leanna's ingenious role reversal for her brother.

"Leanna your a marvel. I would never have thought of such a change with the ring, it's perfect for him. Totally fitting for his past behaviour."

"Yes and now he can wear his own pantyhose on his lovely legs Joanne." Leanna added.

"Do you mean that he used to..?" Joanne sort of asked.

"Uhuh, he used to put mine on then make me kiss his feet in them, when he reckoned he'd given me some liberty.

"Hmmm, I always wondered why my hose seemed to be always disappearing when we lived at home. Now I think I know where they went." Joanne said with an angry tone.

"Well I think you know the answer now, our young Wendy here loved to behave like a girl, by wearing tights, now she gets to feel them on her legs 24/7, I make her wear them everywhere!" Leanna replied.

"So do you make him eat his own fantasy then Leanna?"

"Oh yes he only has to look the wrong way and he's at my feet, kissing my toes! You should see him turn up his pretty little nose if I've been in heels and on my feet all day." Leanna giggled.

"Wow, Id' love to see my brother forced to be his own desire."

"Well I'm sure we can arrange that." Leanna replied.

Walter had been kneeling on the floor, his head bowed, chained to Leanna's chair through this whole conversation. Not once did either of them direct any chat to him, he was treated more like the family dog than Joanne's brother and Leanna's husband.

"Scoot your chair over here Joanne and you can have a taste, so to speak." Leanna was inviting Joanne to put Wendy to the test.

"Oh my, this is going to be fun and to think I've been in these shoes all day," she spouted.

With an inner groan Wendy flicked out her tongue and began kissing and licking her sister's stockinged feet. The black nylon covered toes were right in his face as he did as he was ordered and kissed her heel.

How things had changed around here since his stupid sister had given his brainless wife, a dumb ring that could change reality. He didn't even have his own money any more. Leanna had opened her own bank account, then changed herself with the ring into him and withdrew all his funds from his account and put them into hers. She had then resigned from his job after working there for a day as him. Leanna had then created this Wendy persona with certificates of identity and all. Not that he needed much, as all he did was work in the house like some useless housewife! If he thought he could make a life as a single woman Walter would have run away, but his deep inner male feelings seemed to be to hard to ignore. The hope of returning to being Walter if he did as he was commanded gave him that glimmer of hope.

Wendy must have spent a good fifteen minutes worshipping every inch of his sister's feet, both of them! He said nothing, but inside he was boiling mad. Leanna knew Walter would have been totally humiliated by this act but she cared little for the former bully. Joanne was ecstatic at how her brother was now. He was so docile, yet he was sort of cute as a girl. Joanne just had to ask the next question as Walter was just about finished on her feet.

"Good one, old Walter sure knows how to give a foot bath. And he certainly does look cute. So have you have had him serviced yet?" Joanne asked, curiosity dripping from her words.

"Well no I haven't Joanne, what a devilish idea, I love the way you think." Leanna replied with a smile.

"Well when you do I'd love to see it?" Joanne asked as she stifled a giggle.

"No problem, all I need to find is a young, well hung stud. Walter used to love doing it doggy style, I bet he'd love to experience that!

"You know, I have this guy who is always after me for a bit of bedroom action. He's cute and all, but a bit too rough for me, and he's built like a stallion. I'm pretty sure if I asked him he'd have no conscious pains about deflowering our virgin here." Joanne said with devilish intent.

"Are you sure Joanne?"

"Oh yes, Ricky would be the ideal guy for young Wendy here."

Again Walter sat on his haunches as his future was plotted for him. He felt sick in the stomach that his bitch of a wife would make him do this. He heard it being arranged on the phone.

"Ok Wendy sweetie, its you lucky night, young Ricky has just got home from some other girls house, and even though he had her, he's up for some more fun, literally!" Joanne said as she crouched close to Walter's ear.

Walter cringed in fear and terror. His controlling days were over as he now found himself being prepared to be fucked by some strange guy. Would he survive being Wendy?