While Jon thought Mandy was unaware of his--or, rather, her--former sex, this was far from true. Mandy had heard Jon's wish, and though an alternate set of memories flooded her brain about a man handing Johnna off to her for a lesson on submission, she knew the lovely creature sitting before her was originally a male client she'd been hired to service. She'd never held much respect for her clients--especially the men--and she found Jon's current predicament hilarious. She was going to have fun with this.
"The first thing that you need to realize, girl," she said, pacing around the former man, "is that you have a very specific station in life."
Johnna's eyes followed her tormenter as she moved. She felt dread twist her stomach in knots.
"You are a wife," Mandy said. "That means your existence in life is to serve your husband. You are a housekeeper, a nanny, a cook, a whore, and a loyal confidante. Everything you do is for your husband's benefit. Understand, girl?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," Johnna said. "My, uh, husband comes first."
"Yes, girl," Mandy said, lips quirking in amusement. "Now state your roles in order."
Johnna ducked her head, trying desperately to remember. "Um... housekeeper, cook, whore, nanny, and confidante?"
"Wrong." Mandy struck, the crop colliding with Johnna's bare ass cheeks. She corrected her, striking to punctuate each named role, "The order is housekeeper, nanny, cook, whore, and confidante!"
"Ahh!" Johnna squealed in her pathetic girly voice. "Yes, Mistress!"
"Now, repeat your roles to me," Mandy demanded.
"Housekeeper, nanny, cook, whore, and confidante," Johnna repeated. This time, she got all of them correct.
"Good girl," Mandy acknowledged. "Let's go over your fourth role. A good wife must always see to it her husband is sexually satisfied. Though it is possible for a woman to achieve orgasm, this is not required as part of your wifely duties. You are to ensure your husband's happiness only. Understood, girl?"
"Yes, Mistress," Johnna said. Her eyes were wide. She would have loved hearing this lecture if she were still a guy, but as a chick... Her face went hot.
"Good girl." Mandy smiled as she saw Johnna's face turn red. "Now, girl, you need to understand your body. In addition to your pussy, you have your mouth, your ass, and your hands. All four can be used to please a man. List them."
"My..." Johnna struggled with admitting her cock was gone.
Mandy struck. "Your pussy. You have a pussy. This is because you are a girl. The whole world knows you have a pussy just from looking at you, girl. Do you think pretending you don't know makes you more virginal or something? You're not! You're a man's wife. That means being a man's pussy whenever he wants it."
Mandy jabbed the crop into Johnna's crotch. "What is this?"
"A... pussy," Johnna squeaked. She tried to edge away from the crop, but Mandy laid a hand on the back of Johnna's neck to hold her in place.
"Correct. And what kind of people have them?" She wiggled the crop to make Johnna uncomfortable.
"G-girls." Johnna said, whimpering.
"And what are you, Johnna?" Mandy grinned evilly.
"A... girl," Johnna admitted. Then she blinked. "Wait a minute, you remember!"
Mandy laughed. "Remember what? Your husband leaving you with me to teach you your place? Or a silly boy accidentally cursing himself into a silly girl? What will the world think, I wonder?"
"You can't do this," Johnna said. "I'm not supposed to be like this!"
Mandy jabbed Johnna's crotch. "What is this?"
"A pussy," Johnna admitted.
"And who does it belong to?" Mandy pressed.
"Me," Johnna said. It was true. She was a girl. She had a pussy.
Mandy raised the crop and struck. "Wrong! That pussy, and every other part of of that delectable female body, is the sole property of your husband. Now, let's see if we can cover all the main sex positions by dawn."
