To : My Net  Friends     

From: SeeShow

Authors Note: This was submitted to me from a sexually dominate

female and it tells how a husband's life changed from macho to

humiliated TV. I call it    



                         "CHANGED INTO A TV" 



Dear SeeShow:

     You asked me to write to you  to tell you how I  developed the

present relationship with my husband. Well it was a struggle at

first, believe me. The first three years that I was married my

husband had a tendency to put me down and often humiliate me in

front of my friends. Now the shoe is literally on the other foot. So

let me explain I was at a friend's house having coffee one morning

and I was complaining about how my husband was treating me. Her

husband always seemed so nice and attentive to all her needs. I

asked her how she was able to maintain the upper hand in their

relationship. My friend told me that she had just the thing for me,

and she gave me a couple of pills. When I asked what they were, she

revealed to me that she had obtained them from her boss through a

federal government task force. It was a drug which had been

developed to make a person very submissive and docile. They were

going to be used in a war situation, however due to some new

non-drug agreements they w ere to be destroyed.



She had high enough clearance to be the one to destroy them in an

incinerator. She had destroyed some as he instructed but was able to

retain several thousand of them for herself and, as in this case,

her needy girlfriends. I wondered why her husband was always so

accommodating to her. She also gave me an opportunity to read some

of the stories she had collected on a BBS about how to train and

humiliate husbands. One of the best ways apparently was to strip an

arrogant husband of his macho personality by inducing him into

female clothing. After reading a few letters I knew what I had to do

for my husband. He definitely needed some transvestite

indoctrination. AT first I thought it would be very difficult to

transform my macho male into my sniffling TV, but actually it was

pretty simple.



Pamala's husband was going to be out of town for a few weeks so we

planned to invite a few of our girlfriends over - one of whom would

be my husband. He would be told it was going to be a turn-about

party where everyone changed roles for one night. I knew he'd go

along with it because he really liked costume parties. What he

didn't know was that it would be his "humiliation party" that was

coming up Saturday Sight. On Saturday I had everything laid out for

him. By mixing one of the pills in his evening cocktail it was

fairly easy to convinced him to shave all the excess hair, even

under his arms. I helped him tape his dick back and when he put on

the pink panties I had laid out for him he could have passed for a

girl. Next he put a matching pink lace bra on. Now came a critical

point, I suggested curling his hair. After a moment's hesitation he

sat at my dressing table and I did his hair and then put his makeup

on. If I hadn't known who he was he certainly would have fooled me.



I looke d in my closet as if looking for a suitable dress. Actually

I had already picked one out, it was an old mini-dress, somewhat out

of style, but on him it completed the look I wanted. Since he was

about two inches taller than me, the dress really became a

micro-mini on him - and barely covered him, coming only about two

and a half inches below his panty line. I had already dressed,

wearing a slack outfit with tie. I suggested that we leave. It was

about fifteen minutes too early, but I had a few other plans for him

first. As we went out to the car I knew his outfit really needed a

slip as it was rather transparent and it was quite apparent that he

had only bra and panties on underneath it.



I insisted on driving and on the way to Pamala's I pulled into a gas

station. He wanted to know why because he had put gas in the car

earlier, but I said it sounded like there was a funny noise in the

motor and I wanted to check on it. Anyway, I said, "I'm the man

tonight and I make the decisions." Actuall y I had checked out this

station before and I knew there were always a number of young

fellows hanging around. It would be my first chance to put my

husband in his place. I pulled up in front and got out as he sat in

the car. I explained to the attendant about the noise and he

suggested putting the car up on the rack to check underneath. But he

said, "You can't stay in the car while it's up there.  I walked over

to the passenger side and my husband looked out at me. In a rather

loud voice I said, "Got to get out Roberta, they want to check

underneath." By calling him Roberta in front of the teenagers, I

knew he had to go along with the deception. When he got out he

nervously pulled a t the hem of his skirt. I smiled at his

discomfort. I took his arm and walked him into the front of the

station right into the last of the sunlight. I knew with his dress

on he might as well have been standing there in only his bra and

panties.



I whispered to him, "It's not so easy to be an attractive pussy, is

it dear? Look how they are looking at you. Isn't it nice to be so

attractive?" He just glared at me. "Might as well get used to it

honey, this is just the beginning." Little did he know. As we left

the station I asked the boy how late he was open, and he told me

until one in the morning. I told him that I might be back later if

my little mechanical problem persisted!



About five minutes later we arrived at Pamala's an d went up to the

front door. This was it! Ten minutes from now my husband would be

shackled to female attire discipline forever. Pamala answered the

door, "Hi Pat-wow! Who's your friend?" "This is Roberta, Pamala." My

husband looked at me with a funny look on his face. Pamala had us

come in the kitchen first where she gave him another drink loaded

with the drugs she had given to me earlier. "Roberta" drank her

drink rather quickly and I could tell how much it was beginning to

effect him as he was being more and more salacious to Pamala and me.

Finally, I said, "Well it's about time we get this show on the

road!" Pamala agreed and We went into the living room and there were

my other friends, Teresa, Sally and Karen. All had broad smiles on

their faces. My husband looked at me and asked, "Where are their

husbands?" "They aren't coming," I answered, "this is your

coming-out party." He was almost in shock, "What do you mean?" He

had begun to realize that something was up. He actually had  a tear

in his eye which was the first really visible indicator that the

pills were really doing their job on him! I figured he was ready for

the next step and so I told him that while it's true that none of

the other husbands were here, it was also true what I had said about

this being a turn-around party and that "from now on you'll be the

weak spouse taking the orders and humiliation that I give to you

rather than the other way around!"



I took him by the arm and pulled him into the center of the living

room. "Girls, listen to me." They gathered around us. "My husband

and I have made a decision that he doesn't want to humiliate or

embarrass me any more. He has decided that it is much better to take

a role in life from now on befitting his station. Since he wants to

be in a position to be put down like he has done to women in the

past, he feels it important to dress the complete role as I shall

now show you." I said, "Put your hands ov er your head honey." He

shook his head no. This was the acid test and I knew I had to act

boldly.  I slapped his face, bringing tears to his eyes (rather than

the rage that would have normally taken place by such an action on

my part.)



"Do as I say!" with out further hesitation, I took his right arm and

pulled it high. "Sally," I said, "hold that." Then I did the same to

his left, giving it to Karen. He was a sight standing there with

both arms up, and all the fight was gone out of him. "Now, as I was

saying girls, I am now going to show you how strongly my husband

feels about his new role." With that I reached down and grasped the

hem of his skirt and yanked it over his head and off. "Ladies, I

give you the new Roberta dressed in her new role as she should be. "

The girls began to clap their hands as my husband stood there

dressed only in the matching pink panties and bra, tears streaming

down his face. The girls circled him, chanting Roberta! Roberta! as

they patted his panty-clad ass.  The pills must have been a full

strength by then as all my husband, Bob (whoops I mean, Roberta) did

was take their taunting without so much as moving a muscle. We made

him keep his dress off and then we had Roberta serve us all par ty

favors, which she/he did so very meekly asking each of us if we'd

had enough. When we were ready to leave he washed and stacked all

the dirty dishes for Pamala.



I knew that my goal had been reached, but I wanted one more

humiliation before the night would be complete. "R oberta, put your

dress back on we have one more stop to make. " I saw my husband slip

back into his dress and I smiled with satisfaction, knowing that I

had won. I explained to the girls what I intended to climax the

night with and they agreed that it was a super idea - the crushing

blow. 



We drove back to the gas station we had stopped at earlier. I

noticed that basically the same group of fellows were still there,

and as they saw me and my car they really  became interested. I got

out and talked to them, explaining that this was initiation night in

our group and we needed help. I added that one of the things we

needed was to flash Roberta in nothing but her bra and panties for

five minutes to at least five different people, and I  had

remembered them and thought it  would be easier for Roberta to get

it over with all at one time. I asked if they'd like to help. Of

course they said yes to that idea, and we went into the back room.

They sat along the wall on the floor as I suggested, then l brought

Roberta in. My husband was practically in a state of shock. I helped

him up to his feet before I pulled his dress off, leaving him again

in only his pink panties and bra. But this time it was different as

he was being seen by men for the first time. Of  course the boys

enjoyed that.



Later that night as we got ready for bed I gave him a silk nightie

to put on and said, "Honey, from now on these are the things for

you." Funny thing is that once I had his spirit broken, it was no

longer necessary to use the special pills, Pamela had given me.

Since then, there have been  many other things I have forced him to

do, but I don't want to make this letter too long as I'm getting

ready to go out this evening with my new girlfriend Roberta and I

have to help her get ready.  



You had asked if you could upload this and I certainly give you

permission as I definitely do want to share my experience of husband

mastering with others.