Are You Sure You Want To Stick To Those Beliefs? (Ea)(TG-Empress)

A TG-Empress request for George

George considered himself tradition. That was just a pitiful excuse used by sexists to demean women and make them feel their only worth in life is serving their husbands and bringing babies into the world.

He believed women should be ladylike at all times, devoted to their man, and willing to drop everything to please them at a moment's notice. This was something he looked for in every relationship he’s been in, even his current one with Ivy.

He’s slowly been trying to train her to be a perfect woman. At first it was just getting her to do things that made him happy, which she did because they were partners and she wanted him to be happy. After that, he started getting her to dress more ladylike more often.

The problem with that was she didn’t own a whole lot of super feminine clothes. So as part of his plan to transform Ivy into the perfect woman, he told her he’d take her shopping for some new outfits and pay for them.

That had her super excited and they left immediately. She then started running around the store picking things out, and George did the same. George had no idea what she picked, but he picked some sexy-looking dresses for when they’re in private and some modest dresses for public.

When Ivy was ready, George took the clothes from her and put them on top of the pile he made; he then carried them all into her changing room. He set them down and told her he’d wait outside for her to come show off each outfit.

Ivy thanked George and then started getting changed while he waited outside. Every minute or two she’d come out wearing an outfit she picked out. None of them were ladylike enough for George, so he seemed displeased each time he saw one she picked out.

After some time she got to the stuff George picked out. Before coming out in the first outfit, Ivy called out to George and asked why he picked this stuff. George feigned innocence and said he thought they were cute.

Ivy sighed and came out wearing the first dress, one that showed off her body a little too much, was very tight and hard to move in, and clearly made Ivy uncomfortable. George jumped right up and said he loved it and that he was definitely buying it for her.

Ivy’s face turned bright red and she said she wasn’t sure, but George said he didn’t want to hear it. He then accidentally said it was the first time she’s seemed like a real woman. A look of disgust appeared on Ivy’s face and she asked him if he was serious.

George, having said the quiet part out loud, decided to embrace it. He told her that he was a traditional man and that his partner needed to embrace that as well, which meant what he wanted goes, no matter if it’s clothes, meals or even sex.

Ivy scoffed and then slapped George across the face. She told him they were done; she wasn’t some showpiece or something he could craft into what he believed a woman was. She was a woman, she was unique and she liked that; she wasn’t changing it for a misogynistic piece of shit.

Ivy then went back into the changing room and got back into her normal clothes. She then tossed the sexy dress George tried to make her buy in his face and stormed off. George was muttering swears under his breath when someone suddenly came up from behind him.

George turned and looked at the person and found it was a very beautiful woman with a name tag that said her name was Becca. George asked her what she wanted, and she just smiled and said she wanted to see how much he truly believed in his views of women.

George asked her what she meant, thinking maybe she was into that and he had finally found his perfect wife. However, Becca’s eyes suddenly flashed, blinding George. When George’s vision came back, Becca was gone, and George was standing around all alone.

George asked what was up with that, and immediately she noticed her voice sounded different. George rubbed her throat, thinking it was just dry, but as she did, she noticed her Adam's apple wasn't poking out anymore.

George raised an eyebrow and found that strange. So while still holding the dress, George walked into the changing room. She closed the door and then looked into the mirror. As soon as she saw herself, she let out a very loud gasp.

George’s reflection showed that of a woman, one who looked a lot like her. George looked down at herself and couldn't believe it. Something like this isn't possible; she had to be dreaming. George thought as she touched her new chest.

The very realistic feeling she got told her that wasn’t the case and somehow, maybe because of a curse by that Becca woman, George was a woman. George puffed her cheeks as she stared at herself and thought about what Becca said.

Was she testing George’s resolve? Her belief of what a woman should be? Well, George wasn’t going to let her win. She’d prove what a woman’s true role is by doing it herself, and hopefully that’ll break this curse.

George looked at her body and realized it was about the same size as Ivy’s so the dress in her hand would fit her. So she decided to buy it for herself, along with some makeup, a pair of sexy panties and a pair of heels that matched the dress.

George takes all that stuff home and gets dressed, then does her hair and a bit of easy-to-do makeup. Once she was looking real good, she stood up and told herself it was time to go find herself a man.

As soon as she said it, her face scrunched up at the thought and she realized a problem. She wasn’t attracted to men; she still had her attraction to women, which didn’t make sense in her head. She shook her head and said that she was a woman, so of course she liked men.

She then once again said she was going out to find a man. So she got in her car and drove to the bar. Once there, she was about to go up and talk to the most handsome man there, but then she realized that wasn’t her role anymore.

She was supposed to be the sexy showpiece, one that the big strong males see and want to catch. So she went and sat at the bar alone and ordered the most feminine drink the bar sold, which was very fruity and she hated it, but it was what she believed she was supposed to be drinking.

After a bit of sitting around and sipping on her drink, the bartender came and gave her a second drink. George tried to tell him she didn’t order it, but the bartender pointed to a handsome guy across the bar and said he ordered it.

George looked over at him and saw him smile. George looked him up and down; he was tall, handsome and likely packing, clearly a true man like she had been before, and the perfect man to prove her point about women.

George took the new drink and took a sip of it and then winked at the man, which got him to come over and start chatting with her. As they talked, George lied and played herself as a “true woman,” one who wanted to save herself for marriage and find the perfect man to make happy.

The guy seemed all over that and was flirting with George a lot, even going so far as to touch her on the thigh and hands. Each time something like that happened, George felt like she was going to gag, but she held it down and told herself she was a woman, and she needed to act like it.

By the end of the night, the guy brought George home since she was a bit tipsy. While standing in front of her door, the guy kissed her on the lips and said he’d love to take her on a date sometime, perhaps somewhere she could wear something nice.

George lied and said she’d love that, and she was looking forward to dolling herself up just to impress him. The guy left, and George walked inside her home. As soon as the door was closed, George bent over and puked in a wastebasket she kept by the door.

Once she was done, she looked at it and let out an awkward chuckle. She told herself it was just the drinks that made her throw up and not the fact that she was repulsed by being kissed by a man and acting the way she’d been acting.

She kicked her heels off and removed her dress as she went to her bedroom. She then flopped down on her bed. She looked at the wall and almost considered rethinking her views on women. However, her body changed, not her mind, and she was still stubborn as hell.

She puffed her cheeks and said she wasn’t wrong, and if she’d have to, she’d marry the guy, become his hot submissive wife, let him fuck her all he wants, and even give him kids. After thinking that, George suddenly vomited again before passing out.

For some reason she was going to stick to her belief of what a woman should be, and every day she’ll play the part of a super feminine, perfect woman, even if it makes her miserable, but better she be miserable than her making some poor woman feel bad about herself.