Awakening                                      by: Rachel Ann Cooper         © 1997

 

"Marge, you sure look hot in that skirt and heels." "Like them?" "Oh yeah. Never much cared for having to reach up to kiss you though." "Oh. Well, we can fix that you know. Sit down and take your clothes off shortie. I’ll be right back." "Don’t rub it in Marge." "Just do it OK?" "Alright I’m doing it. Now what?" "Now, roll up these thigh high hose and pull them up your legs carefully. Now the left. Nicely done. Now here, put these on." Marge, these are your shoes. These are sexy, female spiked pumps, my favorites, and...they...fit... perfectly. Whoa! I don’t understand." "I know dear. It’s because I know they are your favorites that I want YOU to have a pair and wear them. Actually, I figured this day might come and I got you a pair in your size. Those are yours to keep and judging by that bulge in your shorts, I’d say you’re getting a kick out of it. Come up here to my height darling." "I don’t know about this Marge."

"Well, I’m not getting any shorter and I adore high heels, so you are just going to have to come up or continue to be frustrated. Want to be equal or not? Stand up." "Oh, all right but I’m going to feel silly and probably fall on my face and as far as ‘equal’ goes, men have never been equal to women. We just won’t admit it." "I’m glad you realize that but no matter. I’ll teach you." "What, to actually walk in these things...like a girl?" "I’m always going to be taller than you Wendall even though we are the same height in bed. I’m dedicated to my pretty pumps, high heeled or not. I just like classically pretty shoes, even flats. There’s nothing else that can make a girl’s feet look so sexy and feminine. I don’t mind if your feet are sexy."

"And, yes of course darling, I will teach you. We are both 5'6". If you want to be equal to a woman who loves high heels you are going to have learn to love high heels. Do I make my point?" "I think I just became a shoe fetishist. Hey, I can actually stand! These aren’t that bad and almost comfortable." Of course, you can stand and walk too. Three inches isn’t that high. If you were a REAL shoe fetishist you’d be standing there in FIVE inch heels. You’ll learn to love them as much as I do. Short little steps, of course. One foot in front of the other now. Come here wench and kiss me."

"Hey, cut that out Marge. It’s just the shoes remember? I’m not a wench." "Yes, and the hose and who’s to say what comes next?. Let me run my hand up your calf. Doesn’t that feel divine?" "Oh, it does. Damn! You are really getting my steam up." "Well here. How about getting mine up too. Put on this full slip and let me run my hands all over that sexy body of yours and take you to bed, hose, heels and all. How about it?" "Slip it to me Marge" and it slithered down my body making me tingle all over never stopping at the bumps I didn’t have. I did manage to make a bit of a tent out of it though. ‘Boy, here I stand in a slip and hose and heels and am I ever getting off. Boy, this is a strange but sensuous feeling. If I don’t get her into bed I’m going to have to head to the bathroom in a hurry.’

Just then Marge began to stroke me and my nipples at the same time. I felt lightheaded and she carried ME over to the bed where she very quickly relieved my tension, too quickly. I was pitiful as a lover that night. I had no idea she was that strong.

"Here Wendy, put on this robe and let’s watch some TV." "Wendy?" "Here put on this stretch satin brief." "OK, but you’ve made little Wendall disappear!" "So?" "Leave on the slip or put on a nightie, leave on your hose and heels and come down stairs, please." "Ok, since you said please." Making love with Marge in hose and heels was a real trip. I had very mixed feelings about all this but it felt so...naughty and wow, did I get off on it! I chose a peignoir set. Boy, it felt good brushing against my nylons. She gets to feel like this all the time, I thought. It ain’t fair. I’m really jealous! Am I nuts? I almost broke my neck going down the stairs. Thank goodness for the railing. Marge likes sexy shoes and I guess I was going to have to like them too, on ME. Well, how bad could it be, after all?

"Alright now that I’ve got you where you won’t kill yourself. Let me show you how to walk. She walked. I studied. I walked. She laughed. She walked. I studied. I walked. She encouraged loosening up. " Let the hips go. Move the pelvis side to side a little. Your spine is a pivot joint. Let it pivot. One foot in front of the other. Slow and sexy. Better. Keep it up. Think ‘I’m a girl.’ You are a girl in sexy high heels. Forget about Wendall. You are Wendy.. Loosen up. Enjoy your femininity. You love high heels and the way they make you feel so sexy. Now THAT’s better. You want men to bump into telephone poles watching your walk." "MEN? ME? I’m not walking out of here in high heels. No way!" Marge ignored me.

"You are getting it Wendy honey. Just a few more passes for tonight. Very good. Thata girl. I’m proud of you. Sit down here pet and let’s pet." [ She didn’t have to ask me twice. I guess being the same size as your wife can have advantages as well as disadvantages. Made me wonder about why she would settle for a short guy though. The shoes fit perfectly and I couldn’t believe how comfortable they were. I had heard horror stories about high heels. Rumors, I guess, probably designed to keep more men from finding out how neat they made your feet look and feel and how sexy it felt to master them. 3" isn’t that uncomfortable. Hmm! If I just lost about six inches in the waist and had a couple C cups, we really would be the same size. You’re getting WAY ahead of yourself. Knock it off WENDY. Settle down.]

"Marge?" "UM?" "Why didn’t you ever tell me all this stuff felt so slinky?" "To tell you the truth Wendy, it just never occurred to me. Girls just take it for granted, but I can see that you really enjoy it so I’ll let you know right now that I don’t mind you with sexy, feminine feet and I like you this way and if the rest of it feels good too, do whatever you like. Experiment. Raid my closet. Discover this side of you. We all have both sides. One is just suppressed. Let Wendy loose if you want, makeup, hair, nails, pierced ears, I don’t really mind. I love you Wendy, whoever you turn out to be. It’s the person I love, not the trappings. Have I made myself clear? Grow boobs, I don’t care. Well, actually, THAT idea has a certain charming appeal to me but it’s your decision." "Wow, Marge. This is too much for me in one evening. I’m taking my swivel hipped, high heeled, nylon encased body to bed. See you in the morning sweetheart." "Goodnight Wendy. I love you." ‘{You know, this whole thing just popped out of thin air but I can see him as a girl and I really wouldn’t mind. Boy am I weirding out or what?’} Feeling under the covers, I found my sleeping princess still had her hose and panty on under her night gown. All she shed was her heels. ‘How cherubic she would look with arched eyebrows and a little lipstick.’

"Marge, I think my ankles and calves are a little sore from last night." "Oh, I’m sorry honey. We can get rid of that for you. They just need to be relaxed and loosened up a little. Your hamstrings need to be tightened up a bit. Remember that acupuncturist that I went to that cured my backaches? I’m sure he can help. Let me call him." Marge went into the office to call him. I guess she didn’t have the number handy out here. "Mr. Yeung?" "Yes, this sound like Mrs. Wallace. You have a good ear, Mr. Yeung. We have a little problem that we are hoping you can help us with. My husband needs to be able to point his foot more in line with his leg and is experiencing some pain there from trying. "It sound like he want to wear high heeled shoe." "Uh, yes, that’s true. Also, you are aware of the Kama Sutra."

" Well, Mr. Wallace has decided that he would like to experience the feminine side of his personality and also of his body. Is there anything you can do to put him in a feminine frame of mind as well as stimulate his mammary glands to the point of full maturity perhaps, say a C cup, very full?" "A most unusual request Mrs. Wallace but yes, I can do these things. His breasts will start to grow at once. I have brought many women to lactation as well. After ten treatments, Mr. Wallace will no longer identify as a male however and he will fully experience his femininity. His bosom will be fully female at ten treatments and will continue to mature but his maleness will be virtually gone in mind and body. If he wishes, I can stimulate other areas like have his knees, buttocks and thighs fill in, his muscle mass soften and diminish. He become very round all over." "Yes, Mr. Yeung. He would love that experience." "Very well."

" However, there is a rather serious side effect of this therapy. His maleness will atrophy completely. In fact, it will become what it would have been had he not become male in the womb. The therapy will stimulate him continually, even when the needles are not inserted so, by the tenth treatment or even sooner, you will want to be bringing him in dressed as a woman because he will have difficulty being a male both mentally and physically. We will have to replace his Yang with his Yin. His soul will have no appreciation for maleness except that she will be attracted to it as are you. This could cause you some difficulty in the future. Consider carefully." "We have Mr. Yeung. This is what Wendall wants, to experience true femininity, the other half of his psyche, then he can achieve the balance that he wishes." "Very well Mrs. Bring him on Tuesday at 12 o’clock noon. First treatment will last two hour. After that , one hour. Fee is $75. per hour. That alright?" "Yes. We will see you then. Oh, Mr Yeung, no need to mention the breasts. He is sensitive about wanting that." "Very good Mrs."

"Wendy? Would you let me give you a nice manicure tonight?" "Sure honey, why not?" Marge began with a typical feminine pedicure complete with polish. Uh huh. No complaints so far. "Those will look nice in my sandals Marge." Next the hands. "Your nails are a little long for a boy, Wendy." "Well, fix them for me please." "I certainly will." And I proceeded to shape and file and push cuticles and apply hardener and base coat and top coat and left them the same length. They were beautiful and clear shiny and absolutely feminine. Finally, he looked at his new nails. "Oh, how pretty. Thank you honey." That was it. Amazing!

 

The day and time arrived:

"Good afternoon Mr. Yeung. I understand you can relieve the tension in my ankles and calves." "Oh yes, Mr. Wallace and we will make other necessary adjustment to help you as well. Please, take off all clothing down to skin and lay up on table. After we have needles all in place, I will cover you. This will not hurt. Just relax."

Mr. Yeung then proceeded to place what seemed to be a thousand needles in me. He began with my ankles and then worked up my legs stopping at the knees, inner thighs and placed quite a few at my groin. Then he moved to the hips, waist and lateral obliques, chest, deltoids and then began on my face with a couple in my neck, then cheekbones and even my lips. He was right. I felt nothing. I observed the needles quivering slightly but that was all. He pulled a light sheet over me and suggested I rest. I was able to fall asleep for about 45 minutes and awoke feeling very good.

"How do you feel now, Mr. Wallace?" "Very good, Mr. Yeung. Thank you, and my ankles do indeed feel more relaxed." "Oh, you will see much progress over next nine treatments, Mr. Wallace. You will be very pleased, I think and therapy will continue even with needles not inserted. I have evening appointments if that would be better." "How about 6PM?" "Fine. I can see you on Fridays." "See you then Mr. Yeung."

"Boy Marge. That old man really knows his stuff. I really feel great and my ankles and calves are much better." "Good honey, we’ll test them when we get home. Did you notice that your voice just cracked?" "Yes. Strange!" "Somehow, I just knew you were going to say that."

It didn’t start right away but after about four days, my skin began to itch all over. My chest felt a little strange and my manhood had a certain tightness about it I can’t quite explain. Still, I felt quite well and at ease.

I also detected a slight mental shift. Perhaps a barrier coming down. I don’t know. I just felt less inhibited and more expressive all of a sudden.

"Wendy, you really need to get rid of that extra hair on your body, don’t you think?. Do you mind taking it off while you shower?" "I felt it through my hose, too, Marge. Yes, I’ll take care of it. I know it doesn’t look right with my pretty shoes and hose." I looked in the mirror after getting out of the tub. Aside from now being hairless all over, there was something else different. I didn’t realize what it was until I put on my peignoir. My nipples were on fire and still my skin tingled all over at the same time. They longed for some cooling saliva or an ice cube. Marge would help me out. Saliva would be more fun.

I got into my hose and heels and made an attempt at makeup. Why was I putting on makeup? What in the world had possessed me to put on makeup? This was just about getting used to high heels, wasn’t it? Well, I didn’t look ridiculous and the urge was overwhelming, so I did it. I just needed more practice and maybe these weren’t the best colors for me. Marge would help there too. Now, why am I even considering asking for help with MY makeup? I’m not supposed to wear makeup, am I? I guess if I’m going to look like a girl at home for Marge, I may as well do my best at it. But it was just about the SHOES Wendy! Remember? Just then, this typical feminine urge took hold of me and I began putting on makeup with as much skill as my novice fingers would permit. And all this started with just being frustrated about her height. Now I’m worried if I have the right shade of lipstick on! Wow!

I walked, rather well and confidently this time, into the kitchen where Marge was fixing us a snack, still in her spikes too and pretty dress with a frilly apron on. "Hi Wendy. You’re just in time. Sit and tell me how your heels feel now." "You know, I hadn’t even thought about that but look how relaxed my foot is, just like your’s honey. The heels are more comfortable today too." "You’re just getting used to them dear. The first time you get whistled at, you’ll get a real appreciation for what they do for a girl’s legs." "Oh, no Marge. You aren’t getting me outside this house in heels. No way. I told you before. And what do you mean, ‘a GIRL’s?" It didn’t occur to me how I’d have to be dressed to leave the house in heels either. I had naively thought of myself leaving dressed in my usual slacks but with spikes on. No, no! That was silly. Only a woman might be tempted to do that.

It was several weeks and two more treatments before, instead of the peignoir set, Wendy came down dressed for the street with complete lingerie including bra, garter belt and hose and my blue shirtwaist dress with navy blue patent spikes. By this time, she was a master at walking with a sexy swing, sitting and standing. She could even stoop over and pick up something off the floor in that knee bend we use. Her deportment was becoming totally feminine and her makeup was improving too. She was figuring out her coloring and looked rather nice, becoming quite cute, actually. "Wendy, you look just great. How do you feel?" "Well, except for my chest and my hips, I guess I’m fine." "What’s the matter with your chest?" "I guess it’s a matter of view point and I do mean point. Here, let me unbutton the top and show you." "Honey, are those you?" "Yes, and they are soo hot. I hope you will help cool them off for me in bed again tonight. What is this, some kind of curse? ‘He who dons the high heeled shoe will also possess a bosom too?" "No darling. Mr. Yeung and I wanted you to be completely comfortable with my little fetish for high heels so he is just helping you adjust. That’s all. You feel alright otherwise?" "Top o the world Ma! But don’t you think I’m acting awfully feminine all of a sudden? I mean, it was just about shoes, now look at me!" "It must be your imagination honey. You’re acting just fine (for a girl). " Just keep up your sessions and very soon, you will feel totally at ease. Trust me." "Oh, I’m really feeling wonderful Marge, and so comfortable too. I just love this dress. It feels divine."

 

Wendall after week six:

‘As I got out of the shower that night, I took a really close look at my body. Pretty feet with toes in a misty mauve; thin ankles leading to nice calves and smooth knees; thighs full to the top and close together, rubbing together actually, hips full, waist narrow, bosom growing a centimeter and hour it seemed like, soft, round shoulders, slender neck. My Adams apple was almost gone and so was the face of Wendall, replaced by that of this cute, attractive hybrid person Wendy. My lips were fuller and invitingly pouty especially with lipstick and my cheekbones seemed higher and my nose a little smaller and perfectly straight. Oh, my. You can’t make people think this is a man. How the hell did I get here and what’s more, why am I enjoying it so much? I don’t even care about Wendall anymore except for Marge. Yes, and I skipped over the worst part. Just look at those. It looks like I’m shrinking! They’re pitiful. I’m going to have to get a really nice, lifelike appliance for poor Marge, one of those neat jelly ones."

 

Marge’s reaction:

‘I believe bringing Wendy up to my level may have started out a bit perverse but I can see she is rounding out into her own person. Poor Wendall. It’s a good thing we own that citrus grove and lease two others. Nobody’s going to give him any crap or he can just fire them. The juice plant buys everything we can produce so we will be alright as long as canker or the Med flies don’t hit us again. Well, just another four treatments and Wendall is history, replaced by the lovely Wendy, who, by the way I really enjoy being with and making love to. We need to take her shopping though. I’d like to wear out my own clothes. Yes, it’s time to take her out because she is having trouble passing as Wendall already. I wonder how Mr. Yeung stimulated all that hair growth and she seems to have a feminine voice and persona now. Wendy is turned on all the time and who knows where Wendell is? I wonder what his workers think?’

"Wendy?" "Let’s go shopping tonight!" "You never call me Wendall any more Marge." "I’m sorry honey. It’s so hard to see a Wendall in you these days. You are just too cute." "Thank you sweetie. Can I wear what I have on?" "That will be fine honey. 15 minutes?" "OK" And so we hit the mall for the suits and better blouses and a few shoes then went to the earring booth and got a set of pretty studs put in her ears. Then we did Walmart for cosmetics and some more pierced earrings for Wendy. Victoria’a Secret was one place we both wanted to go and she, (my god she’s in a full B cup and just look at the size of those areola), chose some really slinky things, no doubt to tease me with. ‘Two can play that game sweetheart.’

I bought her a push up C cup because I knew she was still growing and wondered if and when she would start leaking. Now THAT was going to be fun and she would beg me to do it and it will be my pleasure to suckle her dry. Then they will take on a mature appearance for sure. I wonder if Wendall has even thought about trying to get back. I’ll have to ask after Mr. Yeung is done. Wendy seems to be in complete control already.

"Marge?" "Yes, honey?" "I’ve only got two more visits left. I’m having trouble remembering what it was like being Wendall. And I’m LEAKING! Can I put new washers in these or what do I do? What’s happening to me?" "Are you having an anxiety attack?" "No, it’s just that I feel as though I enjoy all this just as much as you do now. My body has done a 180* turn. I couldn’t convince my own mother I was Wendall with this body and my mind, it’s...I ...don’t seem to have any control over these feelings of femininity and femaleness any more and I’ve got this overwhelming desire to suckle a baby." "I don’t call you ‘shortie’ anymore do I?" "You can’t. I’m as tall and maybe even as pretty as you, so there" and I stuck my tongue out at her in the childish gesture we used to do and giggled in my new voice.

"Spiteful little wench. I should take you to bed and spank you good." "Go ahead. I’ve got a little surprise for you too." "Alright Wendy. Let’s go. You’re still not as pretty as I am and you get spanked first, right after I help you with your leakage problem." "Oh, hey, that should be fun! Go for it!" "All right. Then it’s my turn." "Oh, that really hurts." "I’m sorry. It was just meant to sting a little." And so Marge helped Wendy with her leakage. Not much came out at first on the first night but she switched back and forth like a baby would do and Wendy just loved it and came to her first inner climax without a boy thought in her pretty head.

"Now, what do you have for me? OH, WOW. That’s so realistic." Yes my little flower and you are going to love it. But first, this Ben Wa egg will crawl right up inside you and drive you insane with pleasure. I’m jealous. Here goes," and I popped it inside her and turned it on, lay back and watched. She grabbed her breasts and began to moan. It did indeed drive her wild as it worked it’s way up her love canal and she loved it. Then ‘Rod’ and I took over. That too was a climactic experience. As for me, well, I got a very pleasant sensation in my groin when she nibbled on me and the nipple erections were pretty raucaus but I no longer had a real place of release. I just kind of dribbled from the soft little thing that used to be Wendall’s pride and joy. It was a little frustrating, more than a little, and I was concerned about my leaking bosom. I was going to have to get a breast pump for work or I was going to be uncomfortable all day until I could get home to Marge.

"Well, that’s it Marge. The last session. Mr Yeung said I won’t have any more trouble no matter how high a heel I want to wear. Of course, for the last three visits, I have been going instead of Wendall." "I know dear. You are the picture of a refined young lady in smart clothing and sexy shoes. Wendall has become a historical figure to be kept on the mantle in a frame, a reminder of the bad old days before you discovered the joys of femininity. Are you sorry?" "Sorry about being pretty and sexy and having you for my lover? Not hardly. I do wonder about this all happening almost like magic once I started those leg treatments though. I just kept feeling more and more feminine every day and it felt wonderful."

"We should talk about the practical aspects of this though, Wendy. I know what kind of a position you must be in right now. Your are in limbo. You are enjoying your femininity tremendously but by now you must be having really strong urges about really becoming female, perhaps even some fantasies about cute guys? . I’m sure you miss your orgasms and your organs, well...! Am I right?" "Well, yes, I really do and the thought has crossed my mind but what about that whole transsexual thing where you have to spend a year ‘in grade’ before surgery and what about my job?"I just don’t know about those things yet Wendy but we’ll work them out."

(Ring) "Mr. Yeung?" "Yes, Mrs. Wallace?" "Does Wendy need any hormone shots or anything like that." "Oh, no, Mrs. If you will look, you will see that the jelly beans have retreated up into the body. They have reverted to their original state as ovaries and are now making sufficient estrogen for her. The next logical step would be penectomy and vaginoplasty by a reputable surgeon." "I see Mr. Yeung. Thank you for such excellent work. May I refer others to you?" "Certainly Mrs. We are here to serve. Goodnight."

Well, Wendy didn’t have to do anything about the payroll. Her employees saw the changes and with one exception, wisely kept their peace. She became friendly with a handsome young married fellow at work. He too was on the small side for a man. Wendy said he seemed awfully docile, quiet and submissive even, and wondered if his wife would like to send him to Mr. Yeung for special treatments. Wendy did put two and two together and figured out that it was definitely his ‘relaxant’ treatments that liberated him, pardon me, HER but she was not upset. On the contrary, she loved the new person she had become and truly enjoyed, reveled in her ultimate femininity. "Wendy, that sounds like fun. Have you met his wife?" "No, but I think I can arrange a double date for us." "Do that." And so I did and we had a lovely evening with dinner and a movie. Brook, that’s the nickname his wife gave him, which is short for ‘Brooklyn’ where he was born, proved to be everything Wendy described and his wife was definitely the dominant one in their relationship. She treated him almost as if he was her wife.

We got back to their place and Gloria and I went into the kitchen and had a little ‘girl’ talk. I laid it out for her and she was amazed that Wendy used to be my husband. She LOVED the idea and called Mr. Yeung the next day arranging for the complete treatment for Brook. He was even a more perfect candidate than Wendall, being already so submissive. And he gave her no trouble about the treatments although she did not reveal what they were for in the beginning until his femininity began to overpower him. I’m afraid Gloria took particular pleasure in telling him after the 5^th treatment and he had begun asking to wear girl’s clothing that he was going to end up a girl and would not be able to help himself. As usual, he submitted. Three weeks later, you wouldn’t have recognized him. He was becoming a very refined young lady. Chinese medicine is very powerful stuff, obviously. ‘She’ was quite attractive and still very submissive, just what Gloria wanted. They are getting along better than ever. Mr. Yeung is very good. You should try him.

The end.

 

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