Edward was out with Charlotte, and neither of them knew that the events of that night would lead to a total change in their lives, especially for Edward. Charlotte was looking beautiful, a short black dress, just perfect for a night out, her brown hair flowing down in light waves to just below her shoulders. Edward was not dressed so nicely, but he didn't care, it was Charlotte that needed to be dressed up, not him, she was the woman, after all, there to make him look good.
They arrived at the club shortly after they planned to meet their friends, Edward shook his head at Charlotte, upset with her for making them late, because she could not decide on what to wear. Forgetting completely that he denied most of her outfit choices, pointing out areas on her body that it seemed, to him, to accentuate and not in a good way. His friends all rolled their eyes, many of their girlfriends were the same way, but they kept many of their opinions to themselves. They had some decency towards women and did not view them as objects like Edward tended to do.
Still, Edward kept his arm wrapped around Charlotte, he might judge how she looked in everything she wore, but he still considered that she was his. And would be even more so once he finally proposed and married her. She was not to go around and be a slut to other men, even though he was sure that was exactly what she wanted to do. He caught her eyeing the other men, not realizing that her true wish was to not be looked down on. A quick reach down to grab her ass before he went to get them both some drinks along with his friends. Edward assumed that keeping her with the girls would shame her into being a good woman, to becoming like he wanted her to be.
A few drinks later and then his real feelings began to emerge, he was practically trying to fuck her on the dance floor. "Like the slut you are." He said to her, he knew that she wanted it, every woman wanted his cock, he just knew it, he often had half a mind to deprive her of sex, make her come begging to him. But he could never last that long, she would find her proper place as his woman though.
It was not until she had said no and stepped away from him that he began to speak. "You're my fucking whore Charlotte, you got dressed up for me, what do you think that you are going to fuck someone else? You need to cock, and that's what you will get from me." It was only their friends that overheard that from him, but still her cheeks were burning in embarrassment, but even more so in anger. She was tired of his treatment, she was done. She was not going to deal with it anymore, and he would be humiliated just as she was now.
Her friends pulled her away to the bathroom with comforting words, telling her she needed to leave him, that he was not worth her breath, or a millisecond of her time. At least that was what everyone but Amy was saying, she was quiet until the four of them were finally alone in the little bathroom.
"Charlotte," she said. "You need to punish him, yes you shouldn't be with him, but what if you gave him what he deserved? Wouldn't that feel so much better than just leaving him?" Amy said with a smirk on her face.
Charlotte's eyebrows were raised, what did she mean, punish him? Wouldn't her leaving be punishment enough? Amy shushed her before she could speak. "We'll go back out there, let him think that everything is normal. I'll send you the info when you get home, in the meantime, let's get you cleaned up and making him want you even more. Because he's not going to be getting you anymore. At least not the way he is now."
She allowed the girls to make her back up, and they continued on with their night as planned.
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It was not until the next morning that Charlotte remembered Amy's promise to her, but right in her inbox was an email, with several links.
Cherie, I know this probably seems odd, but hear me out. I've been hearing about these men who become more like women, but I also have heard about this treatment being forced upon them. Usually as a punishment. I think that Edward is a perfect candidate for this. He is a misogynistic pig, maybe he should be treated just as he has always wanted women to be treated. Here are some links, check it out. Let me know if you decide to go through with it, Thomas has been wanting to knock him down a peg for a few years.
Love, Ams
Charlotte blinked a few times. Amy was an absolute genius, this would be perfect, make him feel the way she had been feeling for years, this was why Amy was her best friend. She began with the first link, a story of a willing transformation. The next a story of an unwilling participant, her cheeks were red as she neared the bottom, the man was treated like a woman in more than just looks and words. And then the last few links were instructions on just how to make him into a woman.
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Charlotte had taken a few days to research and plan just how she wanted to do it, the day after Amy emailed, she let her know that she was going through with the idea. They set up a day that Thomas would come over, she was oddly excited to see what would happen between the two friends, she was sure that Amy felt the same way.
Tonight, however, was the night, the plan was in place, she had a couple of days to execute it before Thomas came over, and that would be a last-minute surprise for Edward. Though he would not consider it a good one.
She made it seem like she wanted him, that it would be a romantic night in for them. It started as just that, she made dinner, which had Edward smirking, the asshole. Of course, he wanted her to do that, but little did he know that soon enough the expectations he put on her would be forced back onto him.
