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.