Juice

George never really thought about being alone until his parents died. Now it was all he could think about. His solution was to order a mail order bride from Russia called Kim.
Kim was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sexual, erotic, domineering, occasionally lathering herself up in a lotion that sent her into an erotic frenzy and she was going to be his wife, all his.
She came with an endless supply or erotic outfits, lotion and milk. George himself started to change, losing weight, feeling more sensual, becoming more feminine. And very soon he found himself turning into a woman.
His obsession with her, her beauty and the pleasure she brought him soon would turn the tables and he found himself the one being controlled, the one being owned. He was her very own doll, a doll to dress, pleasure and milk.
Then there was the club, filled with incredible erotic women with their own secrets.
He found himself as someone owned, property to be loaned out. Loaned out to the club where pleasure was mind breaking and within the delirium money was being made. As the juice flowed both Kim and George feared what would finally happen to them.