Clothes Encounters

by Jennifer White

 

Oh how a life can change so quickly! How things can be turned upside down. It all started one Saturday when my wife Emily was off with some girlfriends. They were going shopping, then getting their nails done. Throw in lunch and travel time, and they would be gone for at least five hours, if not more.

That was perfect for me. I needed the occasional break like this, with my wife away. This was the only time I ever got to dress up.

Ever since I was a boy, I had dressed up in girl's things. My mom's pantyhose. My sister's skirts and bras. Then when I was on my own, I had my own small collection. But I threw it all away when I married Emily. I thought I could forget my urges. But no matter how I tried to keep them down, they would always come back.

I couldn't resist a chance like this. I'd go through her dresser, put on her panties, her bra, and then one of her outfits. I might do some housework, or read her copy of Glamour, sitting with my legs crossed. If time permitted, I'd put on makeup too, and her jewelry.

Today, I had lots of time. So I did myself up full. I was wearing a black knee-length skirt, along with a pretty glittery red camisole top. I had Emily's bra that had clear plastic straps, so you wouldn't notice it so much, under the spaghetti thin straps of the cami top.

I had makeup on my eyes, my cheeks and my lips. I wore one of her necklaces, and a ring (it fit her thumb, but my little finger only). Of course, I had nylons on too. I cleaned the kitchen, then vacuumed the livingroom. With the electric motor humming, I didn't hear the door open. And I didn't see Emily as she walked into the house.

I turned around to vacuum under the table, when out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Emily's hands were on her hips. Anger flashed in her eyes.

"Just what the h*ll are you doing?" she insisted.

"Um, cleaning the house?" I said.

I had no defense. I had been caught red-handed, dressed up like a girl, in her things.

"Why are you home so soon?"

"Kathy felt sick, so we called it a day. More importantly, why are you wearing my things? I can't believe this! My husband thinks he's a chick! I can't believe I made this big of a mistake. You're incredible, you know that? I thought I found things out of place now and then. Now I know why. You. You disgust me. Get out of my things, and get out of my sight!!!!"

I had no defense. I just nodded, then ran upstairs to get out of her clothes.

"You know what?" she yelled up, "Throw my clothes away when you get out of them. I'll never wear them again, after you did this to me! Don't plan on sleeping in the bed with me. You're on the couch. No. You know what? I'm going to my sister's house. I can't stand to even be in the same house as you. I hope you're happy, you pervert!!!!"

 

I heard the door slam, then car wheels spinning, as she drove away. I sat down and cried. I didn't think I'd get caught! And I never imagined that she would get this upset at me. I did as she asked, throwing away her clothes. What a pity. They were so pretty.

I took a long shower, but no matter how much I washed myself, I still felt dirty. I could barely sleep once I went to bed. I had to take a couple of drinks to relax enough to nod off. I had several bottles of expensive brandy, which I drank from time to time. I *needed* it now, to calm me down. What an idiot I was. How stupid. How could I let myself get caught like that?

Why did I have to have these stupid urges to dress like a girl? I loved Emily more than anything, and now I had hurt her. I promised myself that no matter what, I'd never dress up like a girl again, as long as I lived.

 

* * *

 

All day Sunday, Emily never came home. She never called. I tried her cell phone, but she didn't answer. I tried her sister's house, but no answer there either. They were screening the calls, no doubt. I was so nervous and upset that I didn't know what to do. I did housework to pass the time, trying to ignore my urge to be wearing a bra as I did it.

Why did I feel like I wanted to be in women's clothes? Why did it turn me on so much to think of myself as a woman? No. I had to not even think of it. I was a man. I had to be the man of the house. I couldn't be a woman. I was born in a man's body, and I had to deal with it. Don't even think about it! Maybe it will go away. I had to be strong. I had no choice.

 

* * *

 

Monday morning, I woke up, and still no word from Emily. As I went into the office, I was sure that I'd hear from her lawyer, and that she would be starting divorce proceedings. It was a long, nervous day, to say the least!

Monday night, she didn't return. And she didn't answer her phone. Same on Tuesday. Now I was even more worried and upset. I had stopped eating. I just couldn't. My stomach was in knots. Other than some of my brandy, I hadn't had anything but water for over a day.

It was Wednesday evening when Emily finally returned. I came home from work, feeling completely crushed and upset. I was so tired! I had hardly slept in days. Yet I knew that if I laid down, I'd just be staring at the ceiling, with my mind so upset.

So imagine my surprise when I walked into the house, and there was Emily sitting at the kitchen table, calmly reading a magazine. She was back! And she didn't seem all upset. I didn't know what to say. I just kind of froze, as I looked at her.

"Have a seat" she said in a sweet tone of voice. "I've got dinner on the stove. I made your favorite. Let me get a glass of brandy for you. You've had a long day at work."

"Thanks" I replied, in a shaky tone of voice. Why was she acting so nice to me? I didn't deserve this!

"Listen" she said, as I took a deep sip of my drink. "I was very upset to walk in and find you dressed up in my clothes."

"I can....." I started to say, but she put a finger to her lips, making the shhhh sound.

"I was shocked and surprised" she said. "And I guess I was most upset that you had this part of yourself that you've never shared with me. It was obvious from how you dressed, and how you put on your makeup, that you've done it many times before. I've seen some of my things hung up the wrong way, or in the wrong place. That was from you wearing them, wasn't it?"

"Yes" I admitted, my face blushing bright red.

"We're a married couple" she said. "You shouldn't have held back something like this from me! I share all of my emotions with you. I tell you everything! You owe the same to me. If you were really a woman on the inside, you might understand that."

I nodded, silently. I didn't know what I was.

"I promise, I'll never do it again" I said.

"Over the past few days, I read a couple of books about your habit" she replied. "You say that, but you *will* dress up again. The urge will grow and grow within you, until you can't stand it. You'll imagine yourself wearing pretty clothes. When we go shopping, you'll be looking at things that *you* want to wear. And one day, when you get a chance, you'll cave in. You have to. That is part of who you are."

"So you understand!" I said, overjoyed that she could actually get it, and not be upset!

"Just tell me one thing" said Emily. "This is very important. Please be honest with me."

I nodded.

"Do you like boys?"

 

"No!!!" I said. "All my life, I've only been interested in women."

"I see" she said, nodding her head. "And how long have you been dressing like a girl?"

"Since I was nine or ten" I said, feeling *so* relieved to actually be able to talk to someone about it, for the first time in my life. "I started with a skirt my sister had. And it grew from there."

I went on to tell her how it developed into more and more, and how I had my own things when I was single. But I had sworn it off when we married. But I couldn't help it; I had started to give in to my urges, and now I had been found out.

As I told her all this, she was so kind and supportive. I was really surprised. I thought I was done for. But here she was, being nice to me! I loved her so much. I would do anything for her. I was truly a lucky man to have a woman like Emily!

"What name do you use when you're dressed up?" she asked me.

"Sophia" I replied.

"Sophia" she echoed. "That's a pretty name. When you're dressed up, I will call you Sophia."

She was going to call me by my female name? When I dressed up? Was I hearing her correctly? I was in heaven! This was unbelievable.

"Now that we have an understanding" she said, "I want to help you. I want you to be happy, so I'm going to teach you the proper way to dress, how to put on makeup, how to sit, stand and walk. You've only got about 10% of down, dear. You have much to learn. So I will teach you."

"Thank you so much" I said, as tears filled my eyes. "I don't know how to even start to thank you, or to say I'm sorry for what I did to you."

She ignored my statement, and continued on.

"You'll be dressing up, but I don't want you in *my* clothes. We will need to start shopping for things of your own. You wear your skirts and dresses, and I can wear mine. Is that a deal?"

"Yes!" I said, overjoyed. She was going to help me get my own collection of women's clothes!

"I suggest that we set up the guest bedroom as Sophia's room. When you're in our bedroom, you can be yourself. When you need to be Sophia, you have your own room, and your own things."

"Okay" I said.

"To start you out with, I went shopping today, and I bought you a dozen pairs of panties, along with three bras. You can go put them away upstairs, as the start of your new collection."

She handed me the bag, and I was thrilled, as I looked at all the sexy styles she had picked out for me! This was so wonderful!

"I can see you're getting hard just from looking at your new panties" said Emily.

"Yes" I admitted, shyly.

"Don't take this wrong, but one thing you will need to learn as Sophia, is that your panties shouldn't be something arousing to you. They are your clothes. Nothing more, nothing less. And so I think the first thing you need to do, is to start wearing panties all the time. Every minute of every day. To work. At home. When we go out. *All* the time."

I gasped. My wife was suggesting that I wear panties all the time? This was too good to be true! I of course jumped at the opportunity to accept her suggestion! I went upstairs, and put away most of my panties into the dresser in the guest room. Except for one pair, which I put on.

I came downstairs, and we ate dinner together. Emily acted as if everything was normal. As if this was just any other night, and we were eating dinner. But this was special, it was different. First of all, I had her back. And secondly, I was wearing panties! I was thrilled. My life was looking up.

 

* * *

 

Emily and I sat down at the computer, and started to some online shopping. She measured me, and told me what size I needed in women's clothes. Then we went to a few of her favorite web sites, where they had bargain prices.

She helped me pick out a whole bunch of stuff. Lingerie like bras, nighties, pantyhose, garters and nylons. At another site, we bought a corset and a bustier for me, which looked so exciting! Then we found some everyday clothes, like women's jeans, seaters, some cute tops, a few skirts, short socks, and such.

We then found a couple of pretty dresses for me. A little black dress, a red number, and an old fashioned blue and black one, with a really poofy skirt. Then we founds some capri pants, a few other pairs of women's pants, some girdles to help with my figure, some blouses, and more.

Emily tried some of her makeup on my face, and helped determine what colors would be best for me. We went to the local department store, and went into the cosmetics section. She helped pick everything out, pretending to be shopping for a friend.

When we got home, the shopping bag included nail polish in several colors, lipstick, mascara, blush, eyeliner, foundation, powders, creams, brushes, pencils, and more. She gave me an old lighted makeup mirror she kept in the basement, and we sat down so she could teach me some better techniques on how to apply makeup.

As I practiced, she came in carrying several half-empty bottles of perfume. She gave them to me, along with cotton pads, and a bottle of eye makeup remover. This was so cool! Here I was, wearing panties and a bra, and my wife was teaching me about cosmetics!

We read her fashion magazines together, so we could discuss the latest styles and trends. She would give me homework: go online, and pick out a couple of outfits. Then she'd help me go over them, and tell me how I could have done better. Like I didn't realize that brown wasn't a good color for summer. It was just a color. I had a lot to learn!

Emily told me that I should start shaving my legs, and that I should use her hair removal cream to get rid of *all* my body hair. It felt weird not to have hair under my arms, and I kind of itched when I got out of the shower. She had me put on some cream all over, which she said would help keep my skin smooth.

"You need to put this on every day" she told me, handing over the jar.

"Okay" I said, trying to remember all the things I had on my growing checklist now.

I noticed a bag in the corner of our room, and looked inside it.

"Boxers and briefs?" I said.

"Yes" replied Emily. "You only wear panties now, so I thought I'd clear out some room in the dresser drawer. You won't be needing them anymore."

She winked at me, and I smiled back. This was *so* cool. I was in panties all the time now!

 

* * *

 

About a week later, I was putting on my makeup, with Emily giving me some helpful supportive suggestions. However, she seemed a little exasperated.

"How many times have I shown you about the eyeliner?" she said.

"I'm sorry" I replied. "I just need more practice."

"You know what?" asked Emily, "I think that you should consider being Sophia *all* the time when you're home. I mean every day. You're not getting enough practice to really get good at this. And I can't be your beautician, always putting your makeup on for you."

"You want me to be Sophia every day?" I asked, not sure I had heard her correctly.

"Yes" she replied. "There is *so* much more we need to work on with you. What do you say. do we have a deal on this?"

"Yes!" I said, feeling so excited. I was going to be dressed up *every* day now! At home, I'd *always* be Sophia! And my wife would help me learn how to be a girl. This was getting better and better all the time.

 

* * *

 

For two weeks straight, every moment of my day, except when I went to work, I was dressed up as a woman. Emily called me by my female name, Sophia. I wore skirts and blouses all the time. I wore my pantyhose. I wore fun constricting things like my girdle and my corset. I went online and ordered some more, I enjoyed them so much!

One day I came home from work, and dinner was almost ready. So I washed my hands, and sat down at the table.

"Mmm" I said. "That smells good, honey."

Emily surprised me. She kind of glared at me.

"After all I've done for you, this is the thanks I get?" she said, sounding irritated.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"I mean that you're not dressed up. You're not Emily. I've put in all this work so that you learn the right way to dress up and how to wear makeup. I teach you how to walk and how to sit. And now you're going to just come home, and not dress up? So you can forget all you've learned? I thought we had a deal. I thought you were going to be Sophia *all* the time at home."

"I was going to change after dinner" I said, defensively.

"Then you can just forget the whole thing" said Emily. "We'll send back your things, and go back to how it used to be. If you're going to put as much effort into it as *I* am, then we might as well give up on Sophia."

"No!" I said, hurrying to my feet. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't mean to anger you. Let me run upstairs and change quickly. I'll be right back."

I wasn't sure why she was so angry, but I guess it did make sense. After all her work, she didn't want me to lapse back into my old habits. So I put on a housedress, threw on some makeup, and returned to the dinner table.

"Sophia, how was your day at work?" cooed Emily, as if nothing had happened.

"Just fine" I replied, telling her about my day, then listening as she told me about hers. She was teaching me how women talk for a time, then pause to *listen*, without interrupting, like men did. I had to practice my female listening skills.

We ate dinner together, then helped each other clear the table, and do the dishes. Now it was time for me to learn some new things. Emily was working on how I sat down, and stood up. A woman has a way of sitting, and crossing her legs, as opposed to how a man just plops down.

And when a woman rises from her chair, there is a certain graceful way to do it, far differently than from how a man rises. She showed me what to do, and I had to practice it over and over, until my legs ached from it all.

My legs were also sore, because she had me working out. We both wore leotards, and went downstairs where we had a treadmill and an exercise bike. She said I needed to lose some weight, if I was to have a nice figure. She told me I should cut down on my drinking too, since that was a lot of empty calories. Being pretty was more important to me than getting a buzz, so I pretty much stopped drinking, even my beloved brandy.

"You're coming along very well, Sophia" she said, after our workout.

"Thanks Emily!" I replied.

"I have a surprise for you" she said.

 

I liked her surprises. They were usually something cool, something feminine, something for me! We went to our bedroom, and there was a gift wrapped box on the bed. I went to it, and opened it, careful not to tear the paper. The way a *girl* opens a gift, as she had shown me. Men just rip into it, but not women. Yet another little things to learn and be aware of!

I looked in the box. It was a long blonde wig! I was so excited as I tried it on.

"I think you should let your hair grow longer" she said. "But until then, you can wear this around the house. Don't you feel more feminine Sophia, with long pretty hair?"

"Oh yes!!!" I said, as I admired myself in the mirror. How it changed my face! How it made me look more like I was a girl! I was overjoyed. I would grow my hair long, so some day I could style it to look pretty like my wig. I was so happy that I hugged and kissed Emily.

"Sophia! I didn't know that you were *that* kind of girl."

I giggled. I *was* that kind of girl!

 

* * *

 

Emily was right about one thing: after about a month of wearing panties and a bra every day, I no longer got aroused just from putting them on. Now they were just clothes; my clothes. At first, I felt like everyone was staring at me, and that they knew I had on female undergarments. But nobody said anything. Nobody treated my differently. Yet, every time someone looked at me, I wondered if they somehow knew.

There was that sense of *danger* when I was out. But I was safe at home. And I wore far more than just undies. I was always in skirts, blouses, and other pretty clothes. When I wore my corset or my girdle, it gave me enough curves to wear women's pants, and to still look feminine in them.

So my clothes weren't exciting me anymore. But one day, Emily gave me something that really *did* excite me!

"You're making excellent progress Sophia" she told me.

"Thank you" I replied, blushing from her praise.

"Since you're getting so much better at looking and acting like a woman, I got something for you that will help you in that department."

Another box on our bed. I carefully opened it with my fingernails (which were starting to get a bit longer now). Inside the box was a pair of flesh colored mounds. Fake boobs. Breast forms. They were very realistic, even having nipples on the end, with a dark circle of color around them.

"They are D cup size" said Emily. "With your shoulders, you'll need big ones like that to look good. I don't know if you noticed, but all the bras I bought for you were meant for this size. You're a D-cup girl."

"Thank you!" I said, giving her a peck on the cheek, like she had shown me. I couldn't wait to put my new boobs into my bra! Up until this point, Emily had insisted that I not stuff my bra. She had told me that I had to get used to the bra, before I could fill it out.

If she thought I was ready for boobs, then she really did think I was making great progress! I was so excited.

"Before you put them in" she said, "I want to tell you something. Having breasts is look upon as a sign of being a woman. A girl starts to fill out her training bra, but to many of us, we're not really women until our boobs stop growing. If you put those in, you're signaling that you feel you are a woman."

"I see" I said, not quite getting her point.

"So if you put them in your bra" she continued, "I'm going to expect for you to have them *all* the time. If you're not ready for boobs, keep them in the box. But if you put them in, then whenever you are Sophia, you will need to have them on. Do you understand me?"

"Sophia has boobs now" I said.

"Exactly. Morning, noon and night. All day, every day. Once you've got them, they don't go away. So think carefully before you put those into your bra."

I nodded. But I was too excited. I *had* to put them in, to see myself looking pretty as I was, with my makeup, my clothes, and my wig. Now I'd have boobs too! I'd look so much like a woman! I'd feel so feminine! I *had* to do it.

I unbuttoned my blouse, took out the breast forms, and put them in. When I buttoned my blouse back up, it no longer sat flat on my chest. Now it puffed out in the middle, where my new boobs sat. There was a place by one of the buttons where the blouse didn't want sit right, and you could see through a gap. It was like my boobs were going to make that button burst off.

"I think that blouse is a little too tight for you, now that you've got boobs" said Emily.

"I guess you're right" I said, going into my growing collection of tops, to pick out something that fit me better. This top had been one I bought. I noticed that the ones Emily bought for me had more room up top. She had been planning this all along! She knew she was going to give me boobs one day!

Now all day, every day, when I was Sophia, I had my boobs. And I have to tell you; sometimes they got in the way! I just wasn't used to them. They were actually a bother sometimes. Emily had bought a special glue so I could wear them, even if I didn't have a bra on. So nothing I did, other than showering, kept me from having my boobs.

I was getting good at makeup now, after having applied it every day. And I was getting pretty good at putting together an outfit. Emily didn't need to give me guidance as often anymore. She said I was making progress towards being graceful, but there was still a tremendous amount of things I needed to learn!

One day, she insisted on painting my nails. She used a very pale pink color. As I looked at the nails she had painted on my left hand, as compared to the ones on my right which she hadn't done yet, there wasn't all that much difference in color. Except the painted nails were more consistent. And they were a little shinier.

"Its too much to put on and take off nail polish every day" she said. "So I picked out a color you can wear to work, without anybody getting suspicious. You'll have nail polish on every day!"

How exciting! When I went to work, not only was I wearing my panties and bra, but now my nails were painted too. I was trying to spend more time with the girls in the office, instead of the guys. I looked at it as homework. I tried to notice how they walked, talked, sat and stood. I told Emily that I was going to try that, and she was supportive of me.

"I think that's great!" she said. "You need to learn proper female social skills. And the only way to do that, is to spend a lot of time with other females."

Other females. As if I was one of them! You have no idea how awesome it was to have my wife referring to me, as if I was female! Of course, I tried to show her my gratitude by doing more of the housework, to make things easier for her. If she asked me to do something, I'd drop what I had going on, and concentrate on *her* needs instead. I really wanted to pay her back for all she was doing for me.

At home, she had me wearing jewelry now. She bought me a new necklace, and several pretty rings. Then she added bracelets, and a women's watch (she had to get a bigger band, so it fit around my wrist).

"Once your hair gets long enough to cover your ears, we'll get them pierced" she said. "In the mean time, I bought you some clip-ons. And this pair of studs has a magnetic backing, so it looks like your ears are pierced. Just be careful so you don't lose the backing, or the stud will fall off!"

I thanked her by giving her a peck on the cheek.

 

* * *

 

It was a few weeks later when I noticed something odd: it seemed like the closet in our bedroom wasn't nearly as full as it used to be. I asked Emily about this, and she told me why.

"Sophia, since you dress in your pretty things at home, why should my closet be filled up with all those useless male clothes? You're too old of a girl to be dressing up in men's things anymore. So I've been giving them away to the poor. Now come look at some new shirts I bought you for work."

I noted how she said "her closet" when she meant "our closet". And the new shirts she had for me weren't in "our" closet, they were in the guest room. Sophia's closet. She had bought shirts for me to wear to work, which belonged in Sophia's closet?

I looked at them. They were okay I guessed, kind of androgynous looking. I guessed that with my suit jacket or sports coat, nobody but myself would realize they were women's clothes. But it did make me feel really strange the next day, when I put on a shirt meant for a woman, then went into the office to work!

If Emily wanted me to wear a women's shirt to work, would she make me wear other things? I already had panties and a bra on underneath. Was she going to dress me all in women's clothes at some point? Wouldn't I get caught? I kind of felt scared and intimidated. Just like I was feeling about her.

You see, she told me that by now, I should know more things, and she shouldn't have to constantly remind me. The other day, I messed up when I was eating dinner. With the long hair from my wig, I had to use a different posture when I ate. I had leaned forward, as I normally did, and the ends of my hair brushed against my plate. Emily was furious!

"How many times have I told you Sophia, to use proper posture and manners when you're eating! You're not a girl anymore, you're a young lady! And I expect you to act like one at all times. If you insist on acting like a child, I will have to treat you like one."

She made me come over to her, then ordered me to lean over. I did, and she swatted me *hard* on the butt. Five times! I was being spanked! I couldn't believe it. But that was just the beginning. If I messed up with anything, Emily flew into a rage. I had to be careful to be a perfect lady. I didn't want to upset her! And not with the punishments becoming more and more severe.

"This is for your own good" she said the next time, as she used a paddle on me. "If you don't break your bad habits now (whack!), you'll have them for life (whack!!). This will hurt me (whack!!!) more than it hurts you (whack!!!!)."

But I don't want you to think that things were bad. In fact, they were great. She was buying me new shoes now. High heels, special ordered in my size. Now I was learning how to walk in them. Going up and down steps while looking graceful was tough! And it brought a whole new level of work to sitting and standing. But it was *so* exciting to go clicking around the house in heels. I loved it. A dream come true.

Although one day at work, I sat down and crossed my legs. The way she had been teaching me to do. The way Emily had been drilling into me. Do it right, or be punished. I wondered: was I always sitting and standing this way now? It was becoming automatic for me, which was just what Emily wanted.

But if I was starting to move like a woman, and it was becoming an automatic thing for me, part of my subconscious, then I must be doing it all the time at work. Were people noticing? If they saw me move like a girl, would that make them notice my attire? My lengthening hair? My longer nails, painted a muted pink color? I was starting to get really nervous that I'd be found out. How could I tell my boss and my coworkers that I was starting to become a woman? I felt fear whenever I came into the office now.

 

* * *

 

Back home, Emily was teaching me all of the skills that a mother would teach her daughter. Since Emily couldn't have children, I guess this was a chance for her to use her mothering instincts, which might be why she loved it so much.

She was showing me how to cook, how to clean, how to sew, how to do the wash, and more. I had always done the traditional male things: mow the lawn, fix things, and so on. Emily did the "woman's work" of the house. Now *I* was learning the right way to make the bed, and things like that. I was so appreciative of how she was treating me. Just like a mother treats her daughter.

My lessons weren't limited to housework either. In the bedroom, Emily was teaching me a lot more about women, and what turned them on in bed. I was learning the right way to touch a woman, and how to drive her crazy in bed.

Since I was going to bed as Sophia now, she told me that if we were to remain lovers, we would have to be lesbian lovers. She taught me how to really kiss her properly (no tongue down her throat!), and how to go down on her the right way.

"Today, when you go down on me" she said, "pay close attention to what I say. When it's your turn, and I go down on you, I want you to say the exact same thing."

"Okay" I said.

With my face buried in her wet pussy, she moaned. She said "Lick my clit. Yes!". She told me that I was getting her pussy all wet. She had a small dildo, and at one point, she told me "put it into me babe", which I did. She went crazy as it stimulated her, plus my tongue on her clit.

When it was my turn, she reminded me to say exactly what she had.

"Lick my clit" I said, as she put her mouth over me. I guess I had an "enlarged clit". It felt so good as she did that. The only pity was that while I had been touching her breasts the way she showed me, I didn't get the same satisfaction, since my glued on breasts forms didn't exactly respond to the touch like hers did!

"You're getting my pussy all wet" I said, as she moved her mouth over me.

Now she pointed to the dildo.

"Put it into me, babe" I said, exactly like she had.

I felt strange, as she first teased me by touching me gently with it. She moved it down lower and lower, until she found the opening in my behind. Ever so gently, she started to work it into me. I felt so strange, and so out of control! But when I came, I really came big. I had no idea that being touched back *there* could be so arousing and sensual.

"There's a lot of nerve endings there" she told me.

After that day, every time we made love, it was never what used to be normal for us. I didn't get on top and penetrate her. Instead, we'd make love like girls, going down on each other, and using the dildo to reach new heights of pleasure.

I guess not penetrating her was something I missed, but we were making love two or three times most days! I wasn't going to complain about having more sex than I could handle! Again, this was a dream come true.

 

* * *

 

It seemed like every day, my list of things I needed to do was getting longer. I had to shave my face daily, to keep any mustache or beard from appearing. Plus my chest, legs, and under my arms. I had to apply creams to my face and hands, to keep them soft and smooth. Emily had me taking women's vitamins and herbs now. I wondered why one of the pills was so small, and had different colors. I had never seen a vitamin like that, but she assured me it was good for women. I put on my breasts, get dressed, put on my wig and makeup... it was hard work!

So when she made the offer that I go to a clinic to get some laser hair removal treatments, so I wouldn't have to shave my face or chest anymore, I jumped at the chance. I didn't have enough time to do everything I needed to become Sophia! So this would be a big help.

Sophia kept buying me women's clothes, including ones I was to wear at work. But I wasn't prepared for the day she bought me a pair of a-cup breast forms, and a set of bras to fit them.

"Why are going to make me smaller?" I asked.

"Oh, these aren't for *you* Sophia" she said. "They are for my husband, when he goes to work."

She wouldn't even call me by my real name anymore! I was Sophia now to her. And now, she wanted me to wear a-cup breast forms to work!

"Won't people notice?" I asked.

"Won't it be fun, to know you've got boobs, and go around more feminine than anyone could ever imagine?" she responded. "When you see the office girls, you'll be like *them* now. Won't that be fantastic?"

I didn't want to contradict her. I had learned not to upset her! Otherwise, I'd be punished. And I certainly didn't want that. Each time I messed up, she got more and more sever with me. So I caved in, and told her I thought it was a wonderful idea.

We went to the clinic, and I had my first treatment. It would take a few trips. But soon, I wouldn't have to shave my face or chest anymore. What a relief for me! I was really happy with how things were going. But one day soon after, I really messed up.

I was cooking dinner, and at the same time putting away the dishes from the dishwasher. I got too involved with that, and I burned the onions I had sautéing. There was all this smoke, and we had to open the windows to clean our the room. Emily was really upset with me. That night, we didn't make love. I kept waiting for her to punish me, but that seemed to be it. I didn't get hit, and I was thankful!

But it was the next day when my actual punishment came. She waited until I made another small error. This time, I had been reaching down, and scratching my crotch. Something guys do all the time. But not a proper lady!

"Sophia, kneel" she said sternly.

I knelt, afraid of what she was going to do.

"Put your hands back behind you" she ordered.

I complied. I felt something cold and metal go around my wrist, followed by a clicking noise. Then my other wrist was wrapped up too. Handcuffs. She was cuffing me!

As I sat there, she tied my ankles. Now I was trapped. I couldn't move. I was tied down! What was she going to do to me?

"Do not speak, unless spoken to" she ordered. Then she sat down, and proceeded to cook dinner, set the table (for one), and to eat, all while I watched. When she was full, she cleaned up most everything. She made one plate of leftovers. She put some food on another plate. I guessed that one was for me.

But then she took the food, and dumped it into the blender. She turned it on, and soon all the meat and veggies were mashed up into a puree. Now things got really weird.

Emily reached down and took off her skirt. Underneath, she was wearing a strange leather harness I didn't recognize. She opened a drawer, and pulled out a rather large looking dildo. Not a little rounded one like we had been using in bed, but a realistic looking one, with skin toned coloring.

She undid a cap in the back of it, and proceeded to pour the contents of the blender into it! She replaced the cap, then reached down to her leather harness. The dildo slipped through a loop in the harness. She pushed it through, and fastened something. Now it stood there, poking out in front of her, slightly upcurved. It looked as if she had a hard-on!

Emily walked up to me now, with that *thing* pointing right at my face!

"Suck me" she said.

"I told I don't like boys!" I said in protest.

"I know" she said. "If you did, then this wouldn't be punishment. Maybe if you get fed by sucking on a c*ck a few times, you'll learn your lesson, and think twice."

She was going to make me suck the food out of that thing! She held my mouth open, and pushed it in. The juices were leaking out the opening in the front, and dripping on my mouth. It tasted like the roast beef she had been eating.

She squeezed it a bit, and a big glob of the puree from the blender squirted out, and into my mouth.

"Swallow" she ordered.

I had no choice. I would have gagged otherwise. Now she pushed it in deeper, and ordered me to suck it, until it was empty and clean. For the next fifteen minutes, I had that thing in my mouth, and I had to suck on it. Finally, mercifully, she withdrew it from my mouth.

"This is how you'll be eating from now on, if you don't mend your ways Sophia" she said. "I've invested a lot of time in you. I expected more from you. I'm very disappointed. You're going to have to work hard, to show me you really care about all I've done for you."

"I'm so sorry" I said.

"That's not good enough" she replied. "You need to *show* me. You can start by taking over *all* of the housework. I need more free time. I've been spending all my leisure time, trying to help you. Do you think its fair that I've given up having any fun, just for you?"

"No" I had to admit.

"Good. So you understand. You'll do the housework, and I'll go visit girlfriends, go to the movies, and all those things I've been denying myself, for your sake. Do you agree?"

"Yes" I said.

And so that night, while I was doing the laundry and dusting the shelves, Emily was at the movies with a girlfriend of hers. But it did seem fair. She had done so much for me! I needed to work harder at this, to show her how sorry I was. I didn't want to fail her. I made sure I got every last spec of dust off those shelves, so they would pass her "white glove inspection".

I guess it was exciting for me too. *I* was the one who would do the woman's work of the house.

 

* * *

 

"I know you're a little bit of a shy girl" said Sophia, sending chills up and down my spine. She was calling me a girl! I nodded.

"Well," she continued, "I think it is time that you stop being in such a shell, and open up. Have you been studying the girls at work like I asked you to?"

"Oh yes" I said. "I've been hanging out with them every day, trying to understand how they communicate with each other, and all that."

"Very good Sophia" she replied, smiling. "So lets see how well you have learned. It is time for you to start going out of the house more, instead of staying all cooped up in here. I'm getting together with a couple of girlfriends tonight for dinner. And you're going to go out with us."

Me? Go out of the house as Sophia? In public? I was so scared! But Emily was so supportive, and kept telling me I was ready. I know how to walk, sit and stand automatically now. I used proper feminine posture at all times. I walked in heels as easily as I did without shoes. But this would be something else all together!

You see, one think I learned about the girls from the office, is that they were very judgmental of how everyone dressed, wore their makeup, and their hair. They'd comment on someone who wasn't dressing well, or a girl who had a bad haircut. I knew that whatever friends Emily had invited, they'd put *me* under the same microscope. I would have to be on my very best behavior!

I had to please Emily, and show her how good I could do. I didn't dare say no, and risk being punished by her. And I couldn't fail out there with the girls. Who knew how much she'd fly off the handle, and what torture she'd have for me! As long as I was a good girl, everything was so wonderful. But when I messed up, she sure came down on me hard! I was scared of her, as much as I loved her.

I took a lot of extra time to get myself ready. I picked out one outfit after the other, rejecting them because they weren't 'just right'. A fun casual dinner. I didn't need something too formal looking, like one of my little black dresses. But not too casual, like jeans either. I settled on some dark blue capri pants, and a light blue tank top, which had sparkling sequins on the front. I chose a pair of wedges to wear with it. They had open toes which would show off my newly painted toenails.

I made sure I did my best job on my makeup. Then I put on my jewelry. I signed when I looked at my hair. It was down a little past my ears, but not long enough yet that I could dispense with my wig. I spent a lot of time caring for my wig, and I hoped that none of the girls would notice that I was wearing one.

I was all set. I grabbed my purse, and told Emily that I was ready. She gave me the once over, and she told me I looked very pretty. I was *so* relieved that I had passed her inspection! She wore a flirty skirt, and a halter top.

"I'm so glad you're confident enough in your femininity that you feel good about going out wearing pants" she told me.

"With my girdle, I have enough curves that I feel good in these too" I said.

"And you did a good job of dressing appropriately for the occasion. Good girl."

Shivers. All over.

We went to the car, and she held the passenger door open for me. I got in, and she drove us to the restaurant where the girls were meeting us. A Mexican place. We sat down at the table with the others, and everyone seemed to be talking at once!

The girl to my right was Caroline, dressed in a very smart looking business suit. She had just come from work, apparently. Debbi sat across from me, with long pretty blonde hair. Joyce was next to her, with her dark smooth complexion.

"Sophia, this is Caroline" said Emily.

"Hello, nice to meet you" I said, offering her a limp hand for gently shaking.

"I just love your nails!" she said.

I had painted them a brighter red, just for this dinner. I made sure to compliment her back. I told her I liked her taste in clothes. Soon, we were talking like old friends. I had a lot of practice going to lunch with the girls in the office, so it didn't take me long to do the right things, and fit right in with these women. Emily would be so proud of me!

We drank margaritas, snacked on appetizers, then gave in and ordered dessert. The time flew by as we laughed and talked. It didn't seem like much time, but in fact it was three hours before we went back home.

In the bedroom that night, Emily made a special request to me. She told me to remove my breast forms. I hadn't had them off in her presence in quite some time! I took them off, then walked up to the bed, and sat down where she indicated.

We started off kissing as usual, touching each other all over. Today, she was touching my chest a lot, and it was driving me crazy! After months of her just touching my fake boobs, which blunted the sensation, it felt divine for her to touch me right on the nipples!

She had me lay back, and she put her mouth around my left nipple. She sucked on it, while playing with the other one. Now her other hand moved down between my legs. She started to twist my nipple with her fingers, then started to gently bite me with her teeth on the other one!

Suddenly, she switched her mouth over to the other side, and started to suck on me there. The soft touch of her hand on my silky panties was all it took for me to explode with pleasure and delight. I don't think I had come that hard in quite some time!

"Now you do that to me" she said, handing me the dildo. I used my mouth and my hand on her breasts, while gently pushing the dildo into her. I think I made her come at least twice, if not three times. Afterwards, we snuggled, then we rubbed each other's backs. My back itched a little where the bra strap went over my shoulder blade. It felt so good for her long fingers to be dragging over my skin. I did the same for her, with *my* long fingernails.

"That was unbelievable" I told her, breathlessly, as we laid there in the bed. "You made me feel so much better, when you touched my nipples like that!"

"I'm glad you like it" she said. "You'd prefer that I always touch you like that, don't you?"

"Yes" I said. Who wouldn't want to feel like I just had?

"Then you'll be happy to know my plan for you" said Emily.

"What plan?" I asked.

"I think its time that we take care of you, so that you won't need those breast form anymore."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I think you're ready to have *real* boobs."

 

Can you imagine how thrilled I was? She thought I was feminine enough, that I was ready for real breasts! My wife wanted me to have real boobs! I had never even dared hope for this.

"This is called breast cream" she said, taking a tube from the drawer of her night stand. "I don't know if it really works or not, but it claims that you can add a cup size in six months. You will need to apply it nightly. Hopefully the advertising is true, and your real boobs will start to fill out your bra."

I didn't know what to say, I was so excited at the thought! She started to rub it into me.

"There" she said. "Now you're on your way to developing real breasts. Soon, there will be no mistaking the fact that you're becoming a woman. I'm so proud of how well you're doing. This is your reward."

Becoming a woman! Me! I tingled all over, I was so excited. And she was proud of me! This strengthened my resolve to work even harder to please her. I owed everything to Emily.

 

* * *

 

A month later, I hadn't noticed any change in my boobs. I wished they would grow, but I couldn't see any difference. It had only been that one time that Emily had made love to me, with my breast forms off. How I wished she would do that again! But the one time I had tried to suggest it, she had punished me, and cut me off for almost a whole week. I didn't dare go against her wishes. Not with her punishments getting more and more severe.

This last time, as part of my punishment, I had to suck a strap-on dildo she wore. This one was even bigger than before; scary big. Then I had to lay on the bed, and spread my legs for her. She had me roll back a little, so that she had access to my opening, and she put the big thing into me.

It hurt. I got no enjoyment from having her ram that thing down me! And having her do it like that, being on top of me, like a man would with a woman, was somehow even worse. I felt like I had no power at all anymore, and *she* was in full control of me and my life.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you! I knew she was just doing it to me because I was bad. If I was bad, I deserved to be punished. It was all my fault for wanting something other than what she wanted. I was kicking myself for being so stupid! I needed to concentrate more on pleasing her, showing my gratitude, and stop all this nonsense of wanting something other than what she wanted for me.

We were going out now several times a day. I was getting used to being out in public, looking like a woman. Since the laser treatments were done, I didn't need to shave anymore. And all the creams were making my skin softer and nicer.

I was getting very good with makeup, and I had learned how to make my eyes look alluring. I was wearing fun flirty clothes, going out shopping, diner with Emily and her girlfriends, going to the movies, or whatever.

The only bother in my life was the eight hours a day on the weekdays, when I had to stop being Sophia, and go back to being a man. Wearing boring gray suits, with no makeup, no jewelry. I felt so blah when I had to be a man!

So you can imagine how delighted I was, when Emily came to me with a proposal.

"How would you like it, if I got you a new job Sophia. A job where a pretty girl like yourself can work in an office, and build up her career?"

She was going to get me a job as Sophia! I wouldn't have to go back to being a man at all! No more worries about taking off my earrings, so I wouldn't get caught with them. No more worrying that my nails were too long, or my nailpolish noticeable. I could be *me* all the time. I could be Sophia, even at work!

"Of course I'll do it. That is so sweet of you" I said.

"Do you remember Caroline?"

"Of course. Your friend."

"You'll be working for her. As her assistant at work."

 

Off we went to the store, so I could buy some appropriate clothes. I bought a blue pinstriped business suit, including a pencil skirt and a flared blazer. I bought a red outfit, and navy outfit, and a pink one. Yes, pink, when it was summer, and I could get away with wearing something colorful.

The next day, I was so excited to report to the office to meet with Caroline! She sat me down, and described my job to me. I have to say that I felt a little deflated when I realized that I was really going to be her secretary. But this wasn't all bad. I'd be working for a woman, and I'd get to be Sophia all day, every day!

When I got home, Emily was on the phone. She put her hand up, telling me to wait. How marvelous it was, that I didn't need to run upstairs, and spend all that time transforming myself back into Sophia. I *was* her already. All I needed to do was to change into something casual, for around the house.

Emily turned to me when she got off the phone.

"That was Caroline. She was giving me a full report of your day. You were a perfect lady."

"Of course" I replied. "After all, you taught me."

We both laughed.

"She said that you had a couple of guys hitting on you. How did that feel?"

"I didn't like it" I said. "You know I don't like boys. I only love you."

"I have just the thing for you" she said. She walked over to me, and bent down on one knee. She was bending down, in front of me? What was going on.

"Sophia, will you marry me?" she said, holding out a small black velvet box.

I looked as she opened the box. Inside was a sparkling diamond ring. An engagement ring, for a woman. She wanted me to wear her ring!

I of course accepted, and she slipped the ring onto my finger.

"Now all the boys in the office will know that you're already taken" she said.

We embraced and kissed. I could feel that underneath her skirt, she was wearing the strap-on.

"You're getting me all hard, baby" she said. "I want you. Do you want me?"

"Oh yes!" I said.

She led me by the hand to the bedroom. We made love, with her putting the dildo up into me. It was becoming part of our ritual. As she pumped me, a thought crossed my mind. Caroline had reported to her on me, and my behavior for the day. I was being watched! Even at work, she was testing me. I needed to be sure I was on my best behavior there too. I wanted Emily to love me. I owed her so much!

 

* * *

 

On Saturday, after I started my new job, I went to the hair salon with Emily. My own real hair was getting longer all the time, and she told me I was now ready to go without the wig. First, we had my hair dyed to exactly match the color of the wig, so I could tell the folks in the office that I had just had it cut shorter.

Next, I had it styled. I was pampered as they snipped away, brushed it, and worked so long and so hard. I was ecstatic when I saw myself with my own real hair. Down to just above my shoulders, but now cut in a very feminine style, looking all pretty.

But we were just getting started. Next, I had my eyebrows waxed. They looked so much better once they were just a thin line, rather than how bushy they had once been. I had plucked them a little, but now that I didn't have to worry about looking like a man anymore, I could really get them done right!

Emily and I both had manicures and pedicures to top it all off. I felt so pretty once they were all done with me! It took hours and hours, but I felt like a new woman.

 

* * *

 

Now life was settling into a routine for me, but quite different than I had known before in my life! First of all, I was Sophia, twenty-four hours a day, every day. All I did, every moment of the day, was in the manner of a woman.

The only downside for me was when I did something wrong. Emily was taking things to new extremes when I was punished. She had one dildo in my mouth, another in me from behind, and then she administered the pain I deserved.

But this last time, she scared the life out me.

"Next time you mess up, it won't be a plastic dildo in your mouth. It will be a *real* man. That's right Sophia. If you don't please me, you'll find yourself pleasing a guy."

Needless to say, I redoubled my efforts not to do anything wrong! Being hit with a belt or a whip was nothing compared to *that* threat!

 

But for the most part, things were going wonderfully. In fact, Emily told me that she was dissatisfied at how slowly I was developing boobs. So she had me scheduled to see a surgeon. I was going to get implants! In a few days, I'd have *real* boobs on my chest. I'd be stacked! Oh, how feminine I'd feel once my boobs were real!

I was so excited as the day drew nearer. It was all I could think of! I went shopping at lunchtime to buy myself some new tops that would show off the cleavage I'd have. V-neck sweaters with low, sweeping lines, or tank tops that would let me really hang out.

Back home, Sophia was teaching me how to sew. She had been working on a project, putting together a quilt. As I learned how to do it myself, I took that project over. Meanwhile, *she* would be the one doing the painting, or building something at the workbench that used to be mine.

Sometimes, I'd see here there, working away. She often wore her strap-on when she did work like that. She said it was to remind me that *she* was the man of the house, and not me! I didn't argue with her!

At last the big day came, and Emily drove me to the clinic. I was so happy as they put me under, so they could begin. When I woke up, I was sore, but happy. I had boobs.

As I laid in bed reading Cosmo, once we were home, I thought for some reason about my parents. I'd never let them see me like this. My dad would be shocked. My mom might be supportive, but she might go crazy. In either case, I realized that I was now cut off from any of my old friends or my family. There was no turning back. I was becoming more and more female. And I was all Emily's now.

 

* * *

 

At first, my chest was sore. And my new boobs needed some time to heel before they were completely done. But there they were. Perfect D cup breasts, on my chest. I would need my fake ones anymore. I could wear demi bras, or whatever I wanted. I could even go braless (although both my plastic surgeon and Emily recommended not to!).

Emily told me that I should keep applying the breast cream

"Why? I've got big boobs now!" I said.

"The cream contains female hormones" she said. "They will help make your nipples grow larger, so your boobs look better. You want big nipples, and the big ring of color around them, don't you?"

"Of course!" I said.

"Good. Then you'll stay with the breast cream. In addition, I spoke with your surgeon. Since you've been living for six months as a woman, he's agreed to write you a prescription for female hormones. I want you to take this to the pharmacy, and get it filled. Then you can start taking them daily, to help alter your body, and turn you more and more into a woman, inside and out."

My wife wanted me to take female hormones! It was at once both thrilling and scary. I hadn't even dreamed of doing that. What would they do to my body and my mind? But I didn't dare disobey Emily. I was too afraid of her punishment.

"Don't be a little baby about it" she said, seeing my hesitation. "Those female vitamins you've been taking are birth control pills, and plant extracts that act like estrogen in the body. You've been on hormones for months Sophia. I'm just upping the dose. Now go!"

From her tone of voice, I knew I would greatly displease her if I didn't do it. And so I went to the store, and bought my first bottle of estrogen. The young man at the pharmacy was staring at my boobs as he waited on me. When I leaned down to pull the money from my purse, he was staring down my neckline, trying to get a better look.

I had such mixed emotions what things like this happened! Part of me was scared, because I didn't want to have a male attracted to me! But part of me was *proud*. He thought I was a real woman. And that was a great compliment!

I made it home, and Emily watched, as I took my first pill.

"There" she said. "Now you will *really* start to become a woman. Soon, you'll have enough female hormones inside you, that you'll start *thinking* like a girl. Congratulations Sophia. You've just taken a great step towards womanhood."

We went upstairs and made passionate love together. I was in heaven.

 

* * *

 

It was the next day when Emily asked me if I'd like to start taking testosterone blockers. She said that the harmful male hormones were interfering with my "feminine potential". I didn't want anything male to get in the way! So of course I told her that I would be delighted to start taking them. Now I had one more pill for my daily regimen.

The pills soon had a wonderful effect: I stopped getting hard. The most unfeminine thing I could possibly do was gone! Now I never had to be ashamed of the "embarrassing bulge" between my legs, as Emily and I called it.

This meant I couldn't have any more male orgasms. But I didn't want them! They were male. I was a woman. I wanted nothing to do with being a man! So I was glad they were gone. Plus, they paled in comparison to the two great pleasures I now had every day. For one, being feminine was such a joy and a pleasure! It made a few moments of male bliss look like nothing, in comparison.

But even more important was the pleasure I received from serving Emily. With every thing I did for her, whether it was a chore, an errant, giving her pleasure, or whatever, my heart surged with total utter happiness and bliss. Nothing made me feel better than to serve her in some way!

So if I was wearing a pretty housedress, showing off my smooth legs and my impressive bust, while I was ironing the clothes or vacuuming the floors, I was so happy that sometimes I wanted to cry! I was a woman, *and* was serving Emily at the same time. What more could I ever ask for?

It had been quite a while since she had needed to discipline me for bad behavior. Being bad wasn't a problem anymore. I aspired to be just like her, in every way. She was like an idealized version of me, a shining example of what a woman should be. I wanted to be just like her! So there wasn't even the chance of a thought of not doing exactly what she asked.

She had made me become a woman. I owed her so much! So you see, I was completely hers. I worshiped the ground she walked on. And so one day when we had a conversation, it felt very natural what she was asking me.

"Sophia?" she said.

"Yes Emily" I replied.

"Listen sweetie. I have a couple of things for you. First of all, you've been such a good girl, that I've made an appointment with your surgeon again. We're going to get that embarrassing little bulge between your legs removed once and for all. You'll have a real pussy of your own! Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Oh yes!" I said, coming over to her and giving her a hug. "Then I'll be just like you! I want to have a pussy between my legs. I'll be able to wear bikinis in public! And my panties will look so much prettier on me, once they can lay flat. Thank you so much!"

"I'm glad you like the idea so much" she said.

"Of course I do" I replied. "It is *your* idea."

Emily nodded at me.

"Very good Sophia. Now for the other matter. When you're at work, what do you call Caroline?"

"In private, I call her by her name. But when we're not alone, she told me to call her Miss Collins, so I do" I said.

"Yes" replied Emily. "I think that it is time that we use the same arrangement between us, since you're so much a woman now. When we're alone, you can call me Emily. But I think that when we're with people, you need to start addressing me as Ma'am, or Ms. Walker."

Emily's maiden name was Walker. It all made perfect sense to me. I was thrilled that she thought I was woman enough that I should start calling her Ms. Walker. Whenever she complimented me on how feminine I was, I felt so overjoyed!

"Yes Ms. Walker" I said, to show her I approved.

"Very good, Sophia" she said. "In fact, so you get into the habit, why don't you call me that around the house as well? We wouldn't want you slipping up when we have company, would we?"

"Oh no Ms. Walker" I replied.

And so now I started calling her Ms. Walker all the time. It felt right. If she told me to do something, it seemed so proper to say "Yes, Ms. Walker" instead of "Yes, Emily". It gave her a ring of authority. I liked that. It made me feel like I was showing her my depth of gratitude to her, every time we spoke.

 

* * *

 

About a week later, we met with my surgeon. She explained the procedure I was to undergo, to remove those awful male *things* I had attached to me between my legs. I wanted to get rid of them once and for all! What useless things they were. I couldn't wait until they were gone. But it would be about a month before they could fit me in their schedule. I'd have to be a good girl, and wait.

When we were home, I started making dinner.

"So that settles it Sophia" said Ms. Walker. "Soon you'll be all woman."

"I can't wait Ms. Walker" I replied. "You have made me so happy!"

"I'm very glad for that Emily" she replied. "Speaking of happiness, I have a question for you. Now that you're a woman, you can understand why I had married a man in my past. A woman needs a man, doesn't she?"

"Yes she does, Ms. Walker" I replied.

"And I'm a woman, am I not?" she asked.

"Of course you are Ms. Walker! You're the perfect woman. The one I aspire to be."

"Yes Sophia. You *are* becoming a woman now, in every way."

"Oh, thank you so much!!!" I said, overjoyed at the thrilling compliment.

"But since you're a woman now, that means I don't have a man" said Ms. Walker.

"And a woman needs a man" I said. It was her words, so it must be true. I didn't want to admit to her that I wasn't woman enough yet to feel that myself. But I had no doubt she was correct. She was always correct, about everything.

"Sophia, what should I do?" she asked me. "I'm a woman, I need a man, but I don't have one."

"It isn't my place to suggest what you do Ms. Walker" I said.

I served her. I had no right to even hint to her that she should do something.

"Sophia, I'm talking to you now, woman to woman. Not as the woman you serve and please, but just one female soul conversing with another. Imagine I'm a girlfriend from work, coming to you for advice, since you're a smart girl. Tell me girlfriend, what should I do?"

"It's quite simple" I said. "A woman needs a man, and you don't have a man. So as your girlfriend, I'd advise you to go out and find one for yourself."

"You think I should find myself a man?" she said, sounding unsure.

"Yes" I replied. "As a woman, you need a man."

"Thank you so much for your advice Sophia" she said, giving me a hug. "I'm so glad we can talk as girlfriends, and help each other out like this. As you know, if you ever need *my* advice, I'm always glad to help you."

"You've helped me so much" I said, hugging her back.

 

After dinner, I was wiping down the table, and getting ready to do the dishes. Ms. Walker came down from her bedroom, with the click of high heel shoes on her feet.

"Sophia, please get my coat for me" she said.

"The tan one, or the red one?" I asked.

"Tan please" she said.

 

I stopped what I was doing, dried my hands, hurried to the coat closet, and found her tan coat. I held it for her, letting her slip on arm in, then positioning it so she could put the other arm in.

"I'm off for the night" she said.

"Is there anything I can do for you while you're gone?" I asked.

"No, after your chores you're free for the night Sophia. But don't wait up for me. I'm going to find a man, like you advised me. I might be back very late."

"Very good" I said, holding the door open for her. "Have fun!"

"I will" she said, as she walked out to her car.

I hurried back to the kitchen. I had much work to do for her.

 

* * *

 

After that night, Ms. Walker often went out on dates. I'd be home working on my quilt, reading Cosmo or Glamour, or doing chores around the house. There was always something that needed to be done!

Finally the day came when I had my big operation. Ms. Walker was so helpful and supportive of me as I recovered. I lay there in the bed back home, in a lot of pain. She actually brought me food in bed, on a tray! I was so awestruck that I cried. I should have been serving her, and here she was, being so nice that she was brining *me* food! I vowed to work even harder to server her, once I was able to.

After my recovery, I had to try on all my things that were tight in the crotch, so I could see how pretty I looked in them. Ms. Walker even bought me a yellow string bikini! It was so awesome to be able wear things like that. I finally felt complete as a woman.

 

* * *

 

One day, on a Saturday, Ms. Walker was going out shopping. She told me that she had a special request for me.

"Sophia" she said, "I want the house spotless when I return. I also want you to change the sheets on my bed, go to the store and buy flowers, and arrange them in a vase on the night stand. I'm having a guest over tonight, and I want my bedroom to look romantic."

"Yes Ms. Walker" I said, committing her requests to memory.

"Bring up a bottle of the good champagne from the cellar, and put it in the refrigerator. I'll be back soon, and I'll have a few more things for you. Something special."

I was so excited that she was bringing me something special! Her gifts were always wonder, fabulous, and feminine. I did all that she asked, and I was just about done with the cleaning when she returned from her trip.

Ms. Walker had bought fresh king crab legs, and told me the full menu for the evening, for her guest. After the groceries were put away, she gave me a garment bag, which I excitedly opened. Inside was something really exciting: a maid's uniform! It was black, with white lacy trim. The most exciting part might have been the white frilly apron. There was also a little white cap to wear on my head.

"Go put that on, with your darkest nylons, and your highest heels" she said. "Wear your hair up, and put on the cap. Then I want you to put on extra makeup. Use that intense pink on your lips. And paint your nails to match."

"Yes Ms. Walker" I said.

I was so excited as I headed up to my room to put on my new uniform. You see, it had been months since I had slept in the same bed as Ms. Walker. Now I had my own room. A *girl's* room. And she slept in the master bedroom, which seemed very appropriate.

When I saw myself in my new uniform, I was really excited. It would show everyone that I served her. That seemed so fitting, so proper, so *right*. I loved it! I put on a pair of pumps with six inch heels, and I hurried downstairs to show her.

"You look so pretty Sophia" she said. "I love how low cut the front is. You can really see your boobs hanging out there."

"Thank you Ms. Walker" I replied. "I also love how high the hemline is! It barely hides my garters and my frilly panties."

"Yes" she said. "It is a perfect uniform for you. But enough girl talk. You had better get started on dinner. We don't want to disappoint Logan. I want him to be impressed with you! I want you to show off by doing whatever he asks of you. When you treat him well, it will be as if you're treating me well."

I vowed to serve him too, if that would please Ms. Walker so much. I hurried to the kitchen, so I could start cooking the meal. I didn't want to disappoint Ms. Walker's dinner guest!

 

I provided very elegant service that evening. I lit candles on the table, and all was ready when Ms. Walkers friend Logan arrived.

"Address him as Mr. Hill" Ms. Walker told me.

"Hello Mr. Hill. May I take your coat please?" I asked.

He handed me his coat and hat without even looking at me, then he walked over to Ms. Walker. As I put away his coat, he kissed her. She was smiling. I was so happy that she was happy!

After they sat at the table, I poured champagne for them, then brought out the salad.

"Fresh ground pepper?" I asked them both.

When they were done, I took their plates and salad forks away. Next I brought out the fresh lobster bisque I had made. Then I brought out fresh bread I had baked, and sliced it for them. Of course, I had a fresh pat of butter set out for each of them too.

Again I cleared the table when they were through. Then I served them dinner. I was very attentive, retrieving Mr. Hill's napkin for him when he dropped it. When Ms. Walker excused herself for a few moments, I swooped in, picked up her napkin, and refolded it for her, so it would be ready for her when she returned.

After the dinner was over, I cleared the table for them, then brought out the fresh baked apple cobbler I had made, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I stood at attention, waiting for them to complete dessert. I poured more water for them when it ran low. I wiped up their crumbs. I took as good care of them as I could.

Now they retired to the livingroom, as I removed the last of the dishes from the dining table, and took them into the kitchen, where I could start washing them up. But first, I thought I should check on them to see if they need anything.

"I'll have a glass of white wine" said Ms. Walker. "And you can bring Mr. Hill a glass of our finest brandy."

I hadn't drank any of my brandy in months and months, since I had been watching my girlish figure. Now Ms. Walker was offering it to the man she had brought to our house! I hurried to the kitchen to find a snifter, and to pour him a big glass of my very best brandy.

I brought out their drinks on a tray, and placed them by their seats. I noticed how Mr. Hill looked down the deep V of my uniform, to check out my boobs.

"And this used to be your husband?" he said.

"Yes" replied Ms. Walker. "But as you can see, now she is a girl."

"She serves you very well. She is quite obedient!" he added.

"Yes" she replied. "She is a *good* girl."

I blushed at the high praise.

"Sophia, you still have some of those Cuban cigars don't you? Why don't you offer one to our guest?" she now said.

"Certainly, Ms. Walker" I replied.

I went and retrieved my humidor. I brought it to the livingroom, and offered Mr. Hill a cigar, along with a cutter. He cut it, and I held a lit match for him, as he puffed on it go get it going.

I was giving away what had been my prized pleasures, brandy and smoking. But it greatly pleased Ms. Walker to see me do this, so I couldn't help but tingle all over in pleasure from doing this for her. Plus, I had drank and smoked back when I had been male. I shuddered to even think that once I had been a disgusting man. It was much better to be a woman!

I went into the kitchen to clean up. Ms. Walker had said I could eat their leftovers. I was hungry now. I left, as he put his arm around her on the couch, and they kissed. I smiled. She looked so happy, as he started to feel her up.

 

* * *

 

I was done eating the leftovers, and I was just getting done making the kitchen sparkle again. I was surprised to see Ms. Walker enter the kitchen with me! She was looking into a compact mirror, fixing her lipstick.

"Sophia, you did a wonderful job tonight" she said.

"Thank you so much Ms. Walker!" I replied.

"Now I have one last task for you, which is very important."

"Sure" I said. "Anything I can do for you."

Ms. Walker went to a cupboard, and removed a brown paper bag. She handed it to me, and I looked inside. There I found a big flesh colored dildo. It looked really big, much larger than anything we had used together. And it was ultra-realistic looking. Almost like it was real flesh.

"Logan, Mr. Hill that is, and I are going up to my bedroom now" she said. "He likes me very much. He wants me. I've held out on him until now, but between us girls, I'm going to let him have his way with me tonight. Mmmm. It's been so long since I've had a man f*ck me! I can hardly wait to feel him up inside me!"

She clutched her arms to her chest, with her hands touching her face, as she said this. Just like a schoolgirl fawning over a handsome boy. Her eyes looked almost glazed over, as if she was in love. I was glad she was so happy! I hoped I had done my part for her, by serving dinner so elegantly.

"Sophia" she said, her daydreaming interrupted, "I want you to do something for me. When Logan takes me to bed, I want you to go lay down in *your* bed. He will start by undressing me, so I want you to undress. Just like me."

I nodded. I liked doing things just like her. She was the ideal woman in every way. Really, when it comes down to it, I wanted to be her!

"Logan will already be hard. And I'll be all wet, and ready for him. I'm going to lay on my back, then tell him that I want to feel him inside me. When I say that, I want you to be laying on *your* back, with your legs spread wide apart."

"Yes Ms. Walker" I said.

"Then as he enters me, I want you to take your dildo, and start pushing it deep into your pussy. In and out, in and out. Just like he is doing to me. I want you to suck on the dildo, and pretend in your mind that you are sucking on *him*. Then slide it in and out of your pussy again, over and over, until you hear us stop making love together. Do you understand what I want?"

"Yes, Ms. Walker" I replied.

"Sophia, do you know why I want you to do this?"

"So I can feel what you feel?" I asked.

"Exactly! You understand. You're a good girl Sophia. Now run along to your bedroom, and get ready. I want you to imagine that you are me, and that Logan is making love to *you*. If I call something out, I want you to call it out too. If I tell him to f*ck me harder, you whisper the same words. I want you to feel exactly what I feel."

"I understand. Will that be all, Ms. Walker?"

"Yes, that's all" she replied.

 

I hurried up to my room, carrying the brown paper bag. I did just as she said. First I took off all my clothes, then laid on my back, with my legs spread wide apart. When she yelled to Mr. Hill to put himself into her, I slide the big dildo into my pussy. It was the first time I had put anything in there, other than the tip of my finger!

I slid the dildo in and out, as I heard the shouts through the wall.

"Ooh, you're so big! Your d*ck is so big!" called out Ms. Walker. I whispered the same words.

"Come on baby, f*ck me harder! Yes!" she said. I whispered the same words.

I sucked on the dildo, pretending it was Mr. Hill. I put it into me again, as she had told me, and pretended it was him on top of me. I pretended that instead of her, it was me in that room, and he was on top of me, doing me.

I knew she was writhing with pleasure now, having orgasm after orgasm. I was so happy and contented, knowing that I had been a good girl, and I had served her so well.

 

* * *

 

A few days later, Ms. Walker handed me papers to sign.

"What are these?" I asked.

"These are official documents we need to file. They will change all official records, so that your legal name becomes Sophia."

I signed them, and handed them back. She smiled at me! I felt so good. Now to the world, in a legal sense, I was Sophia.

"And this document will make you a woman, in legal terms" she said, handing over the next one.

I signed that too, smiling. Now I was legally a woman!

"Since you are a woman now" said Emily, "by law, we can't be married. This state doesn't allow two women to be married, and in every legal sense, you are a woman now. That means our ties are severed. You are single now, as am I."

I nodded. It was kind of sad, but at the same time, I was a woman now! So I could not complain.

"Logan has a brother named Dylan" said Ms. Walker. "He is very handsome, and he likes girls who are very shy and obedient. You're going to meet him tonight. I have a very special outfit for you."

She took me to my room, where the special outfit was laid out on the bed. It was a white dress. A wedding dress!

"A costume party?" I said.

"Something like that" she replied. "Come on now, get dressed honey. We don't have much time!"

She got me into the gown, which looked beautiful on me! It was all white and glimmering, with a veil and everything. It was so tight around the waist, but the skirt flared out so wide! It was cut low so you could see my big boobs, and it had a matching set of lacy gloves I wore.

Ms. Walker did my hair and makeup, then we hurried into her car. She drove us up to a church I didn't recognize, and I followed her in the back door. She led me out onto the alter, where I saw Mr. Hill, along with another man, who had a similar look. I guessed it was his brother Dylan.

Out in the audience were several people I recognized. The girls from my old job. Most of the folks from my secretary job, including my boss Caroline. Emily's sisters and cousins. And most of her girlfriends.

"I *want* for you to say 'I do' when you are asked" she said. "I'm ordering you. Don't disappoint me Sophia."

I was trembling. I was about to be married to a man I didn't even know! Before I knew what to do, we were saying our vows! When asked if I took this man to be my lawfully wedded husband, Ms. Walker looked right at me, and mouthed the words.

"I do" I said, along with her.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife" said the minister.

The crowd cheered, and this man Dylan gave me a kiss. I was now his *wife*.

We got into a limo, and drove across town. Dylan, Logan, Ms. Walker, and myself.

"Ms. Walker, I don't understand why I'm doing this!" I said.

"You can call me Emily now, dear" she replied.

"But...." I started to say.

"You are Mrs. Sophia Hill now" she said. "You belong to Dylan now. You're no longer mine. He is the one you will obey and serve, from now on."

Dylan looked at me, and grinned.

"And she'll do anything I want? Even in bed?" he asked Ms. Walker.

"Yes, she will. She exists only to serve you now" she replied.

"Cool!" he said. "I just love submissive chicks."

Now Dylan turned to me.

"I can't wait for after the ceremony. I'm going to bang you so hard."

He put his hands on me, and I was powerless to stop him. He kissed me, and I found myself kissing back, unable to stop what was happening to me.

"You love Dylan now" said Ms. Walker. "You will do anything for him. You belong to him. You are his woman now. You love him, and you want him. You want to make love to him every day. From now on, you are all his. You are like a slave to him, and you will serve him as you served me. You belong to Dylan now. You are his woman. You are his wife. No go and please your man."

I was trembling as I put my arms around Dylan's neck, and kissed him.

"I want you, baby" I said. "I can't wait until we go to bed, so you can f*ck me all night long."

Ms. Walker was pleased. This is what she wanted me to be. So this was what *I* wanted to be. I would love my husband, and serve him for the rest of my days.

 

* * *

 

 

Epilogue:

It is now ten years since I married Dylan. At first, I had been so passive, and had allowed him to take total control over me, and my life. But Emily was a good friend, and she had showed me how a woman could control her husband, without him even knowing it!

Based on her advice, I began by hypnotizing him, and giving him a compulsion to dress up in my clothes. I even made him think he had been dressing up like a girl since he was nine years old! Emily said that all I had to do now was to catching him in the act of being dressed up, then she would teach me how to really take control of him.

I had wondered how she knew all this so I had asked her. She told me that her ex-wife had taught her all of the "tricks of the trade", after she was first turned into a woman, and married off to me. Now it was my turn to learn.

"One day" she told me, "Dylan will be a woman, and she will pass her knowledge down to the next girl. And so will Logan. I've already got him wearing panties."

And so it goes. The chain was unbroken. Soon, there would be two more women in the world....

  

  

  

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