I was at a loss. I looked into the mirror really confused. I had been dragged to the hypnotist’s show by my girlfriend. It was our one year anniversary and she was so excited. I didn’t believe in hypnosis and often criticized Sherry for majoring in hypnotherapy as it was all voodoo to him. Hours later, after the show had ended, I woke up groping my new feminine clothes. Sherry said to me: “I love how profitable this has become. There are so many dominant gays who want feminine sissy wives. Oh Max, you were such a chauvinist pig wanting me to get my own breasts enlarged. But soon you will grow your own breast. Your man wants D size.” I looked up confused, “Oh, don’t worry babe, you just accept your new life as a submissive wife of a strong dominant man. You will get used to wear dresses and skirts with pantyhose and heels. You are going to really have to please your new husband as a proper wife should.” There was the sound of a door slamming just outside the stage exit door, “And here he is now to pick you up. I hope you enjoy your new life. And maybe we will see you here again next year on your anniversary” she giggled as my legs buckled.