Harry's perspective, continued...
At least I was older than Rudy, but not by very much. Rudy wasn't even wearing a bra yet! But maybe because of this he seemed to adjust to the change in his gender very quickly. When our mother -- I mean, his mother -- told him to leave for school with Yvonne he protested not at all. Then she looked at me.
"Off with you, too, dear."
"Like, no way! I'm your husband. I should be going to work."
"You're not old enough to drive."
"Yes I am!" My purse was hanging off the back of one of the chairs. I looked through it and pulled out a shiny pink wallet. "Um..." My driver's license was missing. Instead I found a library card made out to Hermione Stevens. Mom snatched it out of my hands and cackled.
"Hermione, is it? That's so cute! Don't you remember? That's my grandmother's name and I wanted to name our daughter that but you insisted on Yvonne to make your snooty French relatives happy."
"That's not my name," I insisted, realizing how I know had to tilt my head up to look her in the eye. "Why would that be my name?"
"Well, for starters, you look kind of like me now. I bet we're related by blood."
Ugh, that couldn't be true, could it? I ran from the room to find the closest mirror, ignoring the way my boobs wobbled with each stride. Oh my GOD! I did look like her! I had the same mouth and the same hair. I was my wife's daughter, or maybe a clone of her younger self!
Mom came up behind me and grabbed me by the arm. "You just missed the school bus," she told me. "Now I'm going to have to drive you in. You just can't stop making life difficult for me, can you, Hermione?"
I squirmed but she was much stronger. At one point, she lifted me right off the ground, then dropped me on to the couch. Flopping down next to me, she easily managed to get me across her knee, and I felt cool air across my rump when she pulled up my skirt.
"Such a naughty girl!" she exclaimed, not unkindly. Then she brought her hand down on my satin-clad bottom.
"Ow, mom. Stop it, please!" She laughed and spanked me again and again. Tears came into my eyes and I began to weep uncontrollably. I stopped trying to count how many times I was smacked. Although I initially struggled, the more I cried, the weaker I felt. At the same time, I began to feel worse and worse about disrespecting my mommy -- and she was becoming that, to me. I could no longer remember what my old mother looked like, or what her name had been.
When mommy stopped spanking me and released her grip, I remained in her lap, dazed and numb. I tried to move my legs but the most I could do was kick them a little bit. I tried to tell her I was sorry but my mouth couldn't remember the words.
At some point, she pulled me into a sitting position and held my head against her chest, which was now completely bare. As she stroked my hair, I nuzzled her breasts and she comforted me with soft cooing noises. Then she brought one of her nipples to my mouth and let me suckle on it.
***
"Oh, Jean!" Greta exclaimed. "That was _such_ a good addition to the wish. You made sure that the ex-men would remain properly subservient to the women they formerly dominated. If an ex-man gets out of line, the woman in charge of him can reduce him mentally to an almost infant state."
"That's right. And I made sure that the women would be willing to use whatever means necessary to ensure that the ex-men receive their just punishment. You know as well as I do that some women wouldn't have the spine to properly discipline them."
Greta grinned. "We should see how this wish is working out in other places. Shall we go?"