Stacy was furious. Stan had cheated again! She knew it deep inside. Now, all she had to find was proof. Two hours until that cheating bastard came home. That is if he was punctual. He might have to do some overtime. As if.

By now she had been going through his small home office and his dressers. Nothing. But there had to be evidence. He acted just as sneaky as last time he had a fling.

It frustrated Stacy to no end. Where would he hide something? Her eyes fell on the ladder hatch to the attic. A few years ago she had found some pornographic magazines up there. Knowing she hated going up to the attic, he used it as a hidden stash. Come to think of it hadn't he been up there yesterday? Citing some bullshit reason.

With new determination she looked for the small ladder she needed to reach the hatch. When she finally made her way up into the attic she was reminded just why she didn't like it here. All dusty and not much light fell in. She told him for years to clean up this mess. If she remembered right, Stan's hidden stash was behind some boxes. She had never bothered to confront him. Back then he had at least not cheated on her with a real woman. Just pictures of them.

Her hand found the stack of magazines. It was bigger than last time. But there was something else. Something hard. Triumphant she pulled it out only to stare at her old iGrimoire 2. What was that thing doing here? Did his thirst for porn include now digimagical stuff too?

Now curious she started it up and grinned. The first evidence of him lying. He had told her he was giving it to a co-worker. So much for that. The familiar Pear logo appeared with its bitten off chunk. Then she waited. It was so slow compared to her current iGrimoire 4 or her smaller iWand 7. In fact, it was much slower than usual which puzzled her as it was just in standby mode.

Finally, she saw the desktop but was even more puzzled by the error message that appeared. Low enchantment grid space. Strange, as the desktop lacked most of the normal apps. She quickly found out why. The iGrimoire had been stripped bare to make space for one single app: "Perfecto Woman"

Finding the icon belonging to the app she tapped it.

## Installing 98% ##

That explained the slowdown and why it was in standby mode. Such a huge app must take some time to install itself in the devices enchantment grid. Just then the progress changed to ninety-nine percent. Probably some naughty game or such. How much had he paid for it? She fished out her iWand 7 and looked up the app "Perfecto Woman".

Strange. It was not in the marketplace. She tried a general search and clicked on the related Magipedia entry.

###

Perfecto Woman - App

This app is highly illegal and banned in over one hundred countries. The app for the iSorcery system (iWand and iGrimore) and golem devices was ruled forbidden for...

###

Stacy clutched her iWand as rage build inside. It was an app to change women. Trap them inside the app and use game-like mechanics to make them into the perfect woman. Be it a submissive faithful housewife or a wanton slut. No wonder it was illegal. There was only one reason her husband had such an app and it made Stacy very angry.

Slowly she scrolled through the entry and her anger grew with each sentence. Nearly at the end, she found a small remark. One that changed her mood. Gave her an opportunity. Put a truly fitting revenge in her gasp. Slowly a nasty smile appeared on her face.

*****

Stan was elated. Finally, his work was done for the week. Time to enjoy a long weekend. One where he would have lots of fun thanks to a small little app. Okay, the app wasn't small and it was highly illegal. But he had no choice. At least that was what he told himself.

Finally, his wife would learn her proper place. He sighed. She had been fun in the past. Prior to their marriage. Now she was in full housewife mode. All prim and proper and a mighty stick up her ass. That was probably the reason why she disliked the idea of trying anal. She was already stuffed back there. Even a blowjob was beneath her. And then she got angry when he got the BJ from someone else.

But no more. This app will change their life for the better. He was sure of it. Provided the installation was complete. The iGrimoire 2 was so slow, but it was something he managed to make disappear without a trail. So it was a good place to install a highly illegal app.

Whistling he approached his front door. Today was a day of change. Eagerly he opened the door. He managed to slip out of his work shoes when he noticed his wife hovering nearby. Her look spoke of trouble. That could all be fixed in a moment.

"Hi, honey. Let me just get something from upstairs then I am all yours," he promised. Grinning as he knew it would be the other way around.

"Something from the attic?" she asked with a certain tension in her voice.

He stopped three steps up the stairs.

"As a matter of fact yes. A gift for you. So you can enjoy your week off from work," he lied through his teeth.

"Oh I already found it," she said with a false calmness.

In a split second the hairs in his neck stood up. Not good.

She withdrew the iGrimoire from behind her back and tapped on it.
"What an interesting app," she mused out loud. "So many features."

"Honey I can explain-"

"Do you know the most interesting feature to me?" She casually lifted the device up. As if she wanted to take a photo of him. A sudden Panic engulfed him. He needed to stop whatever she was doing, so he jumped down the stairs and started running towards her.

"It works on men too," were the last words of her before a sudden light blinded him.

Stan stumbled and fell hard on a stripped bare floor. He felt around with his hands and noticed that the carpet of his home was missing. Something was wrong. He blinked and squinted in the hopes that his eyes started to work again. All he could see was brilliant white. Slowly shapes started to appear. Was that a bed? A shelf. Besides it a dresser. All uniform white. Floor, walls, and ceiling. Everything white.

He turned around and found the one thing of color. It made him scream like a frightened child. One wall was not white. It was like a window. Spanning from floor to ceiling and left to right. Beyond it the giant face of a woman. His wife with a nasty smile on her face.

"Look what I caught! A dirty bastard," she triumphantly proclaimed.

Angrily he shouted back, but despite feeling the vibrations in his throat, nothing could be heard.

"Oh sorry. How careless of me. I had the sound muted," she told him with a smirk.

Vertigo overcame him as the view out of the huge window tumbled around. His eyes told him it was an earthquake, but his room was steady. Only after a moment, it made sense to him. The fourth wall, as ironic as it was, was the display of the iGrimoire he was trapped in. His wife a giant because in relation to the display she was way bigger. If she moved around the device his view moved accordingly.

Her giant hand withdrew after pushing the button on the side of the display.

"There. Try now," she told him.

"Let me out of here!" he shouted furiously.

"Why? So you can put me in there?" she asked with venom in her voice.

"The app wasn't meant for you," he lied. "It was for a co-worker!"

"So you wanna trap a poor office girl in there and cheat on me again?!" she shouted. Making Stan wince in return.

"No honey. You have to-"

Whatever he meant to say was swallowed by silence as his wife dialed the sound of the device down to nothing again.

"I think you said enough for now," she concluded. "Let's get comfortable, see what this app can do, and just what might have befallen me."

His view shook as Stacy walked somewhere. Only when she settled down he could make out details again. The living room. She was sitting on the couch.

"Now let's see."

She lifted her hand and a big finger pointed directly at him came closer. He shuffled back to not be crushed to death by it. A moment later he felt silly as the finger was stopped by the wall or more accurately by the display.

Icons appeared on the fourth wall. Some had small text that he couldn't read till his mind figured out they were mirrored. Just then a pop-up window appeared and Stan had a hard time to read it the mirrored text.

###

Congratulations on your first catch.

However, it appears you caught a man.

Would you like to activate sis...

###

He couldn't read the rest as Stacy confirmed it before he could finish. Angrily he shouted at her. Which resulted in pretty much nothing as he or rather the device was still muted.

Stacy tapped on a big cartoonish gear and a new window opened up.

###
Options:

Target result: WOMAN - Sissy

Device general volume: 0 (Muted)

Voice volume: 10

Voice display: NONE - speech bubble - subtitles

Sound effects volume: 10

Sound effects display: NONE - pop-up - subtitles

Language: < English >

###

"Interesting," Stacy mused aloud.

She lifted her finger and tapped on "sissy". Now it was written all in uppercases and "woman" was in lowercase. Stan was furious. She wanted to make him a Sissy. He didn't even know the app could do that, but that was beside the point. He wanted out and tried his best to get her attention with wild motions and gestures.

"Oh, let me help you with that," his wife said and hit the "speech bubble" button.

He was a bit hesitant but then tried to talk.

## Hello? Stacy? Please stop this nonsense! ##

Like in a comic a speech bubble appeared and he could see the words appearing. It was freaking him out. Instead of hearing his voice he could see what he said.

"Oh, you bastard really think I will forgive you this quickly? Not a snowball's chance in hell."

She tapped on the "pop-up" button for sound effects and then closed the options window.

"Let's see what else is there."

She tapped an icon of a drawer with a red exclamation mark. A new window opened. To his right, Stan saw a full body picture of himself. Complete with Icons representing all of his current outfit. On the left side was a nearly empty grid. An inventory? The single item was displayed as the cartoonish version of a present. It too had a red exclamation mark.

Of course, Stacy had to tap it and a pop-up overlayed the inventory.

### Open starter package? Yes - No ###

Once confirmed several items could be seen.

"Look at all these goodies for you!" Stacy exclaimed.

He watched as she used a small shelf and a big dresser. Nothing could be heard, but glancing behind him he saw the new furniture and two floating decals stating # plop! #.

He barely cared as he saw in horror the other unpacked items.

“Strip,” his wife commanded as she moved some items around. New empty grids displaying the contents of shelf and dresser.

## No way! ## he angrily replied and crossed his arms.

"Are you sure?" she asked with a grin.

Her finger tapped on the icon for his jacket and swiped it away.

# - 50 Points # flashed in red print on the screen.

Points? His eyes searched the screen and found a large number on the top left. Those were a lot of points. A sort of currency in this app. The large number scared him, but it also meant it could run out.

"Save yourself some trouble and strip," Stacy commanded again.

## Bite me! ## His reply hovered for some time in the air. Underlining his determination. At least it was good for something.

"As you wish."

Swipe. # - 50 Points # His pants were gone.

A few more swipes and he was standing naked in the room. Giving her a glare that matched her own.

"In your dresser are pink panties. Wear them!"

## Wear them yourself. Would be the nicest you had worn in years. ##

She dragged the panties to his avatar and points were deducted. A moment later he felt his junk constricted by something soft and silky. He knew he was wearing the panties. Without looking he pulled them down and flung them away.

## Nice waste of points, ## he commented with a smug grin.

He saw anger in her giant eyes and saw her drag the panties on him again. Soon he felt the silky smoothness on him again. Without a comment, he yet again simply dragged them off and flung them away.

Stubbornly she dragged them over again, but her finger hovering over his avatar. She was thinking and it probably didn't mean anything good for him.

Under her finger, a pop-up appeared. He couldn't read it as Stacy was just as surprised as he was himself. Of course, he felt the panties on him yet again and a moment later they landed in a corner of the room for the third time.

"What was that?"

She dragged the panties over and let it hover there. The pop-up appeared again.

###
Enable forced wearing?

Target can't strip item "Common pink panties of lesser edging".

Yes ( 500 Points) - No
###

A cruel grin appeared on her face. Dragging the item on "Yes".

Once again he felt the pantie on him. This time his hands had trouble getting a firm grip on them. Even when they had he didn't manage to pull them down.

She knew the table had turned as his eyes darted to the other objects. One by one she asked him and he declined each item. Each one was forced upon him. First came stockings that caressed his legs. A feeling he could do without. A lacy black choker found its place on his neck. Bright neon pink PVC gloves covered his arms soon after. Each item was practically glued in place.

"This is fun! Don't you think so too?" she asked in a mocking tone.

He just glared back in his ridiculous outfit.

"I think I am getting hungry. Time to make dinner. Oh, don't worry. You can eat something too. How about this dildo? It should be inside your dresser."

## Not in your lifetime, ## he shot back.

With a wicked grin, she dragged the dildo on his avatar.

Nothing happened. She tried a few times. Maybe a different slot on the avatar? Nothing. It always snapped back to its inventory space on the shelf. Now it was Stan's turn to grin.

When she held her finger on the dildo a pop-up appeared and the grin on his face vanished.

###
"Common oral training dildo"

- Info?

- Forced training - one hour (100 Points)

###

"Oh would you look at that?" she beamed.

A tap later and he turned around. Try as he might he could not stop himself from going to the shelf. He saw the dreaded dildo and his hand reached out.

A speech bubble appeared that he filled with all the curse words he knew. Nonetheless, he picked up the cock shaped toy and slowly lifted it to his mouth. New text stopped appearing as he forced the dildo into his own mouth.

# slurp #

# gag #

Comic like decals appeared around him. Like sound effects in a comic book. Detailing his silent struggle against his own body. He could move everything freely as long as he didn't interfere with his training. And exactly that was what he tried.

"This is so much better than I have anticipated!"

He turned around to see his wife and found something else. A big pop-up.

###
Info

"Common oral training dildo"

A common dildo for training blowjobs. Smaller than average for novice training.
Grants one point for each minute of training.

Cocksucker + 2.0
Deepthroat + 0.3
Fetish - phallic +0.5

###

Stan was furious. She was getting points for that?! That was so unfair. At least she still made a deficit. Not much and it wasn't a lot of a consolation.

"See you in an hour or so," she gleefully taunted him.

The fourth wall turned white. Stan guessed she had turned off the display. Finally, he was alone to think of an escape.

Yet deep thinking eluded him as he pumped the dildo in and out of his mouth. Slowly his jaw started to ache and an uncomfortable amount of spit gathered around the silicon cock. In and out it did go. Pushing deep enough to barely avoid his gag reflex. He couldn't help but feel the small veins on the dildo as it slid over his tongue.

Time eluded him and he didn't know how long he had endured it when something changed. The stubborn mechanical pumping of his arm started to vary a little and his tongue started to slightly move too. He guessed he should be alarmed by it but at least it broke the monotony a little.

Not that long after his arm suddenly stopped. Puzzled he needed a moment to realize that he could move it on his own again.

# slurp #

# splat #

The sound effects accompanied his withdrawing of the dildo from his mouth. A boatload of spit landed on the floor and to Stan's disgust, a long line of spit still connected his mouth to the sex toy. He threw the toy away and wiped his chin clean.

There were many things he was supposed to feel. Most of all angry and embarrassed. Yet all he felt was exhausted. His arm hurt from the pumping and his throat was raw. Exhausted he let himself fall on the simple white bed.

The quiet moment didn't last long. The fourth wall turned into a window yet again and he saw his wife looking smugly down on him. It appeared she was sitting on the couch. The device in her lap and a glass of red wine in her hand.

"How was the training?" she cheerfully asked.

## Fuck you! ## was all he managed to reply as his throat was on fire from the abuse.

"Oh come on. I thought you would be in a more celebrating mood. After all, it is your first level up!"

Confused he looked around until he saw the small pop-up on the side.

###
Stan leveled up a trait.

Cocksucker is now level 2!

###

Confused he had to read it a few times. Was it true? He vaguely remembered when the motions of his arm changed. He cursed. Of course. The app was built around changing people.

## Probably just an arbitrary number, ## he croaked. Hoping to lead Stacy astray. If she found out how easily she could change him he was doomed. Well,  more than he already was.

"Let's see what else we can do-" she mused. Stan didn't like the sound of it. Who knows what else this app had in store for him. Silently he cursed the co-worker who told him about this app.

She pushed some icons. Stan didn't really care. He was tired and maybe if he ignored her she lost interest.

"Ah! I can expand your living space with more rooms," she proclaimed. A moment later he saw a doorway open to an equal white room.

"Now for the interior. Walk-in closet? For that, you don't have enough clothes. A BDSM dungeon? Tempting. Clinic. Hmm. Room of glory-holes? I bet you wouldn’t like that one! Well, let's start with the basics. And done. Come on Stan. Check it out."

Stan hadn't really listened. Couldn't she just leave him alone? Suddenly the bed under him vanished. He crashed painfully against the floor. Cursing, he stood up and noticed that he wasn't in the bedroom anymore. It looked more like a kitchen. There were a bar and some futuristic looking fridge or something. Now that he thought about it he hadn't eaten yet. Grumbling he stood up and went to the fridge thing. It looked like someone had crammed a microwave oven and a touch screen in it. Strange.

"See anything you like on the menu?" his wife gloated.

He tried opening the fridge, but nothing budged. However, there was a list on the touchscreen.

## Mac'n Cum? Grilled cum sandwich? Cumlet?! Are you kidding me? ## he exclaimed enraged.

"Oh right. That might not suit your taste ... yet. Here, let me add another dish."

A new item appeared. Spaghetti bolognese. Something normal. Immediately he tapped on it. It materialized in the microwave oven like portion. Like in some science fiction show. He winced as he saw the pop-up bubble.

# Spaghetti bolognese : + 200 Points #

The only normal food and it gave her points? He glanced behind him to the fourth wall and to Stacy behind it. Her grin told him everything he needed to know.

There was no table so he sat on the floor. His backside to her. At least a small gesture of defiance. He grabbed the fork that came with the meal and started in a rush. It had been hours since lunch and he was starved.

"While you eat-" Stacy trailed off. What was she up to now? He hoped he could at least finish his meal before he found out.

"Ah, here you buy new items. Or some boxes with random items. Cheapest one is five hundred. Let's give it a spin!" she exclaimed with some excitement in her voice. The wine she was sipping clearly did its job.

He now and then glanced behind him. Like a fugitive on the run or something like that. After all, he didn't want her to know how much she rattled him. Sure enough, a big pop-up window appeared a moment later.

###
Loot box - bronze

Congratulations you won:

common wig - brunette - shoulder long

common dress - burgundy - mini - stretch

uncommon candy dick - seven inches

###

"Look! There is dessert for you," Stacy commented with a chuckle.

Stan shuddered and fastened his eating of the pasta. He had the lingering feeling that his wife might get impatient soon. As suddenly brown strands of hair fell into his few he knew he had been right.

"Come on. Let me see how it looks," his wife urged. Stoically he ignored her, but she knew how to get through to him. "Turn around and face me or your dinner will be gone!"

Reluctantly he complied and as he turned around his wife burst out into laughter. "The tomato sauce! It looks like you gave someone a blowjob and got your lipstick smudged."

## Shut up! ## Stan shouted and wiped the tomato sauce off his face. It only made his wife laugh harder.

"Oh come on," she teased. "You always said one should be proud of one's own accomplishments. So stand proud as level two cocksucker!"

Stan cursed up a storm, but she didn't notice the floating speech-bubbles around him. Worse was her shaking with laughter and the wild flinging around of the iGrimoire. It meant Stan's forth wall was showing a room spinning around. The vertigo was so strong he had to turned around and fought to calm down his stomach.

When everything settled down he turned around and glared at his wife. ## You know that you can't keep me in here forever. You know that, right? People will miss me.##

"Of course not," she slurred. Betraying how drunk she was. "But the same counts for you. If you would have caught me with the app then you would have the same dilemma on your hands."

Stan remained silent but winced when he saw the epiphany on her face.

"My vacation days next week. You thought you could train me to be an obedient submissive wife in just one week."

Technically nine days, but Stan choose not to correct her. Instead, he tried to appeal to her again. ## Stacy. Come on. Never would I have done that to you. I just wanted to ... bring some spark again into our relationship.##

Stan's palm was sweaty as he waited to see if his wife would buy the lie. As she didn't immediately counter with fury he knew he had a chance. ## This app. I didn't want it to change you. I just wanted to use it to remind you how much fun we had together. ##

Maybe it was the wine that slowed her reaction. For a few moments, she contemplated his plea. Then her face shifted to one of rage again and Stan knew he had fucked up. "Fun?" she snarled. "So now I am too boring for you?"

"We will see about fun," she muttered. Then she looked at Stan. "Desserts are fun, right?"

She tapped through a few menus. Too fast for Stan to follow. Stan barely had time to register that the forth wall turned white before he turned around. It confused him for a moment as he didn't mean to do it or going to the strange fridge. Again he moved without consent and it made him angry. More so it made him scared.

His hands operated the touchscreen despite Stan giving his best to prevent it. Mercilessly it paged through the menu and choose the very thing Stan dreaded. The fridge gave a ringing sound. Opening it Stan's hands pulled out a big lollipop. Though it looked more a popsicle version of an about seven-inch dick mounted on a stick. The last thing he registered was the fleshy color of the candy before he was forced to push it into his mouth.

Only now he regained control of his body. However, it was not complete. His hands couldn't pull out the candy-dick. Nor could he spit it out. Giving up he walked into his new bedroom again and slumped down on it. Was he stuck again for an hour? With that thing between his lips? He decided to wait it out.

Soon a little devil in his mind whispered that he would wait forever. Clearly whoever designed this magical application was a sadist. Would being forced to eat that candy-dick end after an hour? No, not if a sadist designed it. His mind told him the ugly truth. He was stuck until the dick was eaten. Till the last lick was taken and nothing remained. He had to suck dick and this time on his own.

For a while, he despaired. Sobbing and cursing his life. But all that wouldn't help him. Only one thing would. Hesitantly he started to lick. As he couldn't pull the dick out he had to make do with sliding his tongue around the dick as best as he could. As he worked the sugary phallus sweet yet salty spit filled his mouth. Swallowing was hard when a dick parted one's lips. Soon he started to drool around the dick. Coating his mouth, chin, and neck in sweet sticky spit.

It took long, but slowly he felt the dick melt in his mouth. It gave his tongue more space to play around, but Stan hated that he had to purse his lips keep the dick in the right place. Had to really as he wasn't allowed to let it slip out of his mouth. For a moment he wished the dick wouldn't shrink, then he recoiled at his own thought. The app was messing with his mind! He had to end this. With renewed vigor, he sucked on his candy.

A small eternity later the stick the candy dick had been on vanished and it took Stan a moment to realize it. He was still squishing around the last viscous spit. Blushing he swallowed and looked down at the mess on his chest. There, thick white drool coated his skin. It nearly looked like sperm. Alarmed he tried to scrape it off him.

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Authors note:
And this is how far I've gotten. Well, a little further, but I lost that progress.

While I liked the alternative idea to "raising" a sissy, my heart wasn't much into it. I poked at the story from time to time but had to conclude that I probably never finish it.

How it would have ended:

Stan would slowly lose ground and give in more and more often. Gradually the app would get to him. With cock sucking becoming his specialty.

The story would have followed the revelation of one or two more rooms.

In the end, Stan's co-worker would have tried to warn him that the police is onto them via text message. Not Stan but Stacy would have read said text message. In near panic, she would have hidden the iGrimoire. Just in time before someone from the police showed up at her doorstep. Looking for Stan. Stacy would make up a story of him seeing a text message and then running out of the house. The police buys it.

When she later retells what happened to Stan, he comes to a conclusion that leaves him in despair. Stacy had lied to the police. Not only was he now wanted, but Stacy couldn't let him go anymore without risking herself. Which meant he was stuck inside the app for good. He does the only thing he knows to make him feel better. Sucking a dick.