The sun was barely up, and I was already making breakfast. John liked his bacon extra crispy. I had to scramble the eggs perfectly, or I’d get in trouble. Not like he’d hit me or anything. John wasn’t like that. He’d just glare and say, “Don’t get lazy. A farmer’s wife is the hardest job in the world. I warned you about that when I hired you.”‘Hired’ is the right word, too. Because although John called me his wife, I was actually an employee. Oh, and I wasn’t even a real woman. I was just a man who’d been paid to become a woman -or something like one. I had to cook, clean, and do all the housework. That was all right. Hell, that was what I’d expected. What I didn’t expect—or even know about—was the hormones. Turns out John has access to bovine hormones for his farm. Do you have any notion what those do to a man’s body? Well, just look at me. I have bigger breasts than my sister these days.I should’ve been more suspicious. John has always been a bit of a weird guy, but I never thought he’d do something like this. But he put the ad in the local paper for a ‘farmer’s wife,’ and I applied as a bit of joke, but it turned serious real quick once I heard the pay. Turns out John has a lot more money than people think. I thought the job would be easy: Cook the guy his meals and keep his farmhouse clean. I never expected him to take the ‘wife’ part so seriously. He’s becoming a bit of a pervert, too. I mean, he never tries to force me into bed or anything, but he gropes my growing tits and says things like, “These are ripening up nicely, aren’t they?”I need to get out of here. I can’t stand John’s groping anymore. More than that, I can’t stand how my body is reacting to his strong hands. Did I mention the bovine hormones? I’ve seen him give those to his cows, and I’ve seen how excited those cows become when the bulls come around. Well, those hormones are doing a number on me, too. Some days, I just want to lie down and let John do whatever he wants to me. And maybe one day soon, I’ll tell him.I just hope that doesn’t make him think I’m getting lazy.