Coming To Terms: My Journey from CD to TS

by Steffani St. James

  

One day, after our daughter had left for school, my wife made a welcome and unusual request. She knew of my long-standing desire to cross-dress and spend time in my female persona. She was also aware that when I did transform, I engaged in some fantasies such as being a blushing bride, a saucy French Maid, a sexy secretary and a fashionable femme out for a shopping trip. She offered to allow me to indulge in any and all of these scenarios as long as she could participate or even play a major role in their happening.

As you could imagine, I was gloriously pleased that she would do this as she once said she never wanted anything at all to do with my dressing. We agreed that playing out these scenes would be something we'd reserve to weekends or if I had time off in mid-week, we'd do them then.

The initial fantasy she wanted me to do was where I'd be her personal French maid for an entire weekend, assisting her with light cleaning around the house, helping her bathe and dress and serving her a meal. I delightedly replied that I'd love to do it and do it as soon as possible. Her reply was that we needed to shop for the right outfit and accessories for me to be a successful maid.

She offered to travel with me to CD boutique in a nearby town so we could pick out a cute maid's outfit complete with ruffles "can-can" petticoat, corset, stockings and 6" patent leather pumps. I protested that I couldn't walk in such high heels but she insisted that I learn to live with that situation. She also said we'd get some other things a sweet but saucy maid required.

I changed into a plain tee and khaki slacks while she wore a fashionable pantsuit. I drove the twenty minute ride to the boutique and we parked in the somewhat hidden side parking lot. We strolled inside and headed to the rear of the store where she conversed with the gal there.

The salesclerk showed her several styles and she chose the black satin one with long sleeves and white lace and satin around the collar and bodice. After bringing the dress on its hanger to the register, the clerk also gathered together a petticoat and had me enter the small dressing room where my wife fitted me to a black satin full corset. Then she added sheer black stockings, lace wristlets, a lace tiara and those impossibly high heeled pumps. She told me I could peruse the racks while she got a few other things that I would need. The entire shopping experience took about thirty minutes. Then, we were on our way back home.

Once home, the car parked in the garage and our packages on the sofa, my wife told me to take a bath and shave completely.

"Oh and sweetie, make sure you shave your entire body. That means your pubic area too as I want MY maid to have a smooth, satiny and hairless pubis and derriere for me."

She said that with a sly grin on her face. I did as I was commanded. While I was preparing to step into the tub, she came in with a huge rubber hot water bottle and hose.

"You know what this is?", she asked

I nodded, recognizing the enema bag and nozzle.

"Before you get in there, I want to insure you're absolutely clean on the inside too. So, get on your knees and bend over, your face pressed to the floor."

I did so and felt her rubbing lubricant in my rear end and then sliding the thick nozzle into my rear entry. My insides filled with the warm liquid until I could barely contain it.

"Don't you dare spill any out", she ordered. "Keep it all in until I tell you, then get on the bowl and let it come out. We'll need to do this as many times as necessary to get you properly cleansed."

I didn't spill a drop and she performed this task twice more until she was satisfied. When she was finally through, I felt totally empty of everything! Now I was allowed to bathe. She handed me several razors and a can of 'sensitive' shaving cream to use when I removed the excess hair that she wanted gone. Even when I was done shaving and bathing, but before she let me pat myself dry, she inspected me and insisted I use a depilatory lotion to further remove and stubble or stray hairs. When that was done, my body was absolutely smooth and soft and very feminine.

I stepped out of the tub and gently patted myself dry. Again, my wife made an appearance and explained that since I was now a girl, I had to be properly 'plugged' if I was to serve as a cute maid. She showed me a jelly-like butt-plug shaped like a medium-sized penis. I'm putting this into you Steffani to remind you of your new status in this house.

With my rear entry lubricated, she slowly but insistently shoved the pink jelly-like thing into me. There was some initial discomfort followed by a relaxing feeling as the larger rib grabbed inside my sphincter and held the phallus fast. Then, she carefully cleaned the area around the outside of my rear and told me I could continue dressing.

I picked up the cute black satin thong next, placed my shapely legs into each of its leg holes and pulled it up all the way. The doubly thick satin gusset fit snugly into my now feminine crotch. Then, my wife led me out to the bedroom.

"Lie here on your back like a good girl while I give you your new luscious breasts. And don't move until I tell you to move."

She took two lifelike prostheses from boxes that were on the bed and placed these huge flesh-toned silicone forms on my smooth hairless chest. Then, she drew an outline around them, took them away momentarily; then she squeezed a gel-like substance inside the outlines. Then, she replaced the forms, pressing them against my chest. She held them there for a full minute. Then, taking another smaller tube, she squeezed out a flesh-toned cream and using her finger, filled the gaps around the forms so the forms looked like they had always been a part of my body.

"This stuff is a silicone-based sealer. It will hide the gaps and seal the forms to you so you can even shower or bathe with them on and not worry about them coming off. Only this special solvent will remove them and my sweet Steffani, I have no desire to see them off any time soon!"

I was trapped! Between my pubis and these forms, I appeared to be destined to be a girl for quite some time. I stood and she wrapped my torso with the black satin corset she had purchased. After closing the "busk" with its hooks and eyes, she began tightening the laces behind me. Bit by bit, the sides of the garment came closer and closer together. At last, she put one of her knees in the small of my back and finished lacing me in. Both edges met and no skin was visible in the gap at my back. Then she measured my "new' waistline. It had been compressed down to an unbelievable 28"! I could barely breathe let alone bend over!

She had me sit while she rolled the sheer black stockings on both of my legs. Then, she had me stand while she attached the silky nylons to the six garter straps that dangled from the corset. I was quite overcome by the tautness of the nylon on the skin of both legs.

Next, she slipped the dress over my head and adjusted it, primping the skirt and moving the bodice to best show off my huge bust! Then, she had me lift my legs, one at a time, as she had me step into the ruffled 'can-can' petticoat. She finished by sliding a white satin garter up to the thigh of my right leg. Then, she slid the 6" pumps on my feet, locking them in place with tiny padlocks!

She made me mince around a bit to get used to the heels and then had me sit so she could do my makeup. Over the next hour, my nails received extensions and bright red polish, my face was made up, my brows defined, my eyes lined and the lashes coated with mascara. After outlining my mouth, she applied lipstick giving me full, pouty and kissable lips.

To finish my transformation, she attached dangly earrings to my earlobes, put a slim chain around my neck and spritzed me with perfume. The crowning achievement was the gorgeous blonde wig and tiara. I had been transformed into a lovely but saucy girl, a French Maid destined to do whatever my "Mistress' demanded.

"All right sweetie; it's time to go to work. You're no longer my husband; you're a sexy girl who'll wait on me and obey my every command. Start by dusting the living room. Here's your feather duster and make sure you do a good job or else!"

I carefully minced out and into the living room. I found if I kept my legs together and took very tiny steps, I could maintain my balance and still walk like a believable female. I curtsied every time my wife appeared and did everything she asked of me. By later that evening, I'd received far more praise than I'd ever gotten as my male self.

"You actually are doing quite well, sweetie. You know, it's kind of nice having a girly maid around, swishing past me, speaking only when spoken to, and then in such a soft submissive way. I should have agreed too his long ago. I can't wait to try some other fantasies with you. "

By eleven that night, we'd run the gamut of things I could do as a sweet maid and my wife decided it was time for me to change into night clothes. After being undressed by her, I was given what I'd wear to bed. I almost balked when I saw the outfit. It was a sheer white baby doll with jacket, sheer crotch-less bikini, white satin garter belt with white stockings and white heels. But I had to obey if I wanted to continue dressing so I wore what she'd laid out for me.

Mincing like a real sex toy, I climbed onto the bed. My baby doll was showing off my open panty, my girlish 'clit' sheathed in a white condom and very erect. My wife left the room and returned in 15 minutes.

I paled when I saw her. She was dressed all in black latex!!! Her outfit was a one-piece body-suit with glossy stockings held up with garters. Her makeup was heavy and sensual. But the one thing that really stirred me was what sprung from between her legs. She had a shiny black dildo, fully erect and throbbing and I then knew where this was going. I whimpered, showing my ultra-submissive side and hoping the huge tool wasn't to be truly used on me. I was wrong!

"Get on your back, slut! It's time for you to serve me once again. But first, I need a good sucking! You know what to do! I shouldn't have to show you! In fact, I know you've done this before……with other special girls. So, get on with it!"

I lowered my eyes, knelt before her and while gently holding the huge thing jutting from her pubis, I pursed my lips, opened my mouth and began licking, kissing, sucking and taking all of it in. I bobbed on it like a true slut, deep-throating the immense tool. When she was satisfied I'd done a good job, she made me climb on the bed and lay on my back. Then, she lifted my legs over her shoulders and positioned the slippery thing at my rear. My panties wouldn't' stop her as they were crotch-less. I felt the head press into my rosebud, then 'pop' inside! She quickly plunged it inside me, alternately pushing in deeply and pulling out. I began to moan, sigh and scream for more!!! I was being taken like the sexy slut I appeared to be. And secretly, I adored it! I was being the dream girl I'd always wanted to be. I wondered how much better our little game would get in future weeks!

After she'd satisfied herself, I was allowed to clean up and then crawl back into the bed. I fell asleep in minutes. The next morning, my wife made me shower and clean up first. Then, she helped me redo my makeup, this time giving me a more reserved look suitable for daytime public appearances.

She showed me how a girl uses a tampon to keep herself looking and feeling 'fresh' and watched as I donned the restrictive panty girdle and décolletage brassiere that would give me gorgeously up-thrust breasts and a curvy, enticing derriere. Next came the undies, a lacy white satin petti and cami followed by a sexy mini-skirt, sheer blouse and jacket that matched the skirt. Bone-hued pumps and a purse and finally, a beautifully teased ash-blonde wig and jewelry completed my daytime transformation.

Then and only then was I allowed to enjoy a light breakfast with her. As we sipped our tea and munched on English muffins and fruit, she explained what my day was to be like.

"We're going 'shopping' today, Steffani. You're going to experience being in public as a very attractive gal, getting ogled and being leered at by guys while you visit several stores looking for ultra-feminine fashions. You'll wander through lingerie departments, formal-wear shops and shoe stores, trying on things and enjoying the attention of store clerks and ogling men. The high point of our day will be an appointment I've made for you at a bridal shop."

I shuddered a bit at this.

"But Hon, they'll see through this charade."

"Don't worry sweetie. They already know that they'll be fitting a man for a gown. I've explained this to them and the girls are all excited to be dressing a male as a lovely bride."

I know I blushed at this. Imagine me, a masculine male masquerading as a female, visiting a bridal boutique and being fitted for a wedding dress! How utterly feminine and feminizing! After we finished eating, I repaired my lips and the two of us left the house. We entered the garage and my spouse backed out and headed down the street. I worried that the neighbors might see me but no one was up and around at the time. It took about twenty minutes to reach the boutique she'd chosen.

Once she parked the car, my wife and I got out and walked across the lot to the boutique's entrance. It was all I could do to remain calm as I heard my heels 'clicking' on the pavement as I minced over to the door. I mused to myself that even little things, such as the sound of my heels, were magnified to such a degree. Being a woman was obviously a distinct turn-on for a man.

Inside the shop, a tall, dignified woman greeted us.

"Good morning Marie", my wife said. "This is Steffani, my husband. She's going to be married soon and she needs an utterly feminine bridal gown for her 'special' day. I'm sure you can help 'her' realize 'her' dream of being a lovely bride!"

Marie took my hand and gushed about how attractive I looked and how even more beautiful the boutique could make me appear. Not once did she quaver about dressing a man as a feminized bride. I was taken to a dressing area that consisted of a mirrored parlor and a more private changing room. Marie instructed me to strip down to my barest undies. I removed everything and stood wearing just the satiny panties my wife insisted I wear under my girdle.

"Hmm, I think your darling husband needs some added curves first. I have just the things to give him a feminine figure. We'll start with a special padded panty girdle and a full-length corset. You may help him with those items while I gather a selection of gowns for him to try on."

My wife assisted me and in minutes, I'd pulled a wonderfully padded panty girdle in place which widened my hips, filled out my derriere and gave me a lovely female bottom. Then, again with her assistance, my waist and tummy were flattened and slimmed with a full-length white satin steel-boned corset. I could again barely breathe and the finishing touch was a pair of lace-embroidered sheer white stockings that were attached to the dangling garters of the figure flattering corset. I gleefully strutted and cupped my beautiful breasts, supported by the half-cups of the garment.

Marie brought in an armload of lovely gowns and bouffant crinolines. I tried on five dresses and my wife finally settled on one that made me look deliciously female. We chose the petticoat and she also ordered the corset, girdle, hosiery, veil and gloves. Unbeknown to me, she added a special under-thing designed to flatten and hide my male thingy and make me a more realistic female.

I was allowed to dress in the outfit I'd arrived in and we both hugged Marie before leaving the boutique.

"Now, wasn't that fun Steffani, being treated like a princess? We'll visit a few other stores, places I want you to get used to being in as they also allow us girls to feel utterly submissive, delicate and fully aware of the power of our femininity."

What stops were these? Why "Frederick's Of Hollywood", "Victoria's Secret" and another new lingerie outlet called "Buttons and Bows". At each one, I was encouraged to try on pretty lingerie. By the time we got to the last one on her list, I was completely at ease stripping down to my scanty undies and modeling sexy panties and bras. My inhibitions had disappeared.

When we got home, I was allowed to slip into a pretty nightie and we curled up together on the couch.

"Well my sweet husband, you've spent your first weekend as a lovely female. And you did very well. Tomorrow, you'll go back to being a man and I'll get to plan next weekend's adventure. I can hardly wait for Friday to get here so I can see you, once again feminized and like a real girl. Now, off to bed with you"

She kissed me, not like a wife to a husband, but rather, like a girl to a girl. I slid under the covers and dreamed of being a full-time female. In the morning, I awoke early, stripped off my girly nightgown and showered and shaved. After rolling masculine deodorant and shaving lotion all over myself, I dressed in a tee, briefs, sport shirt and slacks, loafers and my male jewelry and headed off to work. Nothing about me betrayed my amazing weekend living as a woman.

The next four days flew by and finally, it was Friday again. I couldn't wait to finish the day and get home. I noticed an unfamiliar car in our driveway as I pulled into the garage. It had Massachusett's license plates. I hurried in and was greeted by my wife and another woman.

"This is my husband, but you may call him Steffani now as it's the weekend and he's my very own pretty girl on weekends", my wife announced.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Steffani. Your wife contacted me and arranged for a special transformation for you. I'm told you'd like to perform as a 'showgirl'. Tonight, I'll turn you into one and you'll star at a club I own here in Connecticut tomorrow evening. I know you'll have a fun and exciting time."

I smiled, thanked her and obediently went to my room to undress and prepare for my next weekend adventure. On the bed were a pair of tights, a thong-backed white leotard and a pair of matching ballet slippers. My wife followed me into the room and as before, prepared me for being a girl. I lay on my back as she once again attached a set of silicone prostheses to my chest. This time, the mammaries were huge! She told me that these were 42DDD's! I patiently waited for her to mark and attach the huge boobs. After she had sealed them to my chest with the flesh-toned liquid latex, she brought out something else for me to wear; a latex life-like vagina! It would cover my entire pubic area as well as my rear end. It had a sexy tuft of blonde hair above the realistic 'slit'. She coated my crotch area with the same 'glue' she'd used for my breasts and had me pull the thing into place.

Once the latex was firmly snugged into the space between my legs, she had me insert my maleness into a tightly-fitting sleeve and in a smooth move, pulled the entire contraption firmly into my pelvic area. Unbelievably, I now looked totally female. After remaining on my back for ten additional minutes, she told me I could stand and head back to our family room. Of course, I was a naked as the day I'd been born.

The other female, her name was Annie, once again greeted me. She looked me all over, felt my full and gorgeous breasts and my derriere and also passed her hand through the slit of my new vagina!

"You'll do just fine, girl. We'll be fitting you for your costume and running you through the routine you'll do tomorrow night, okay."

"Okay", I meekly replied.

First, I was carefully fitted into a sheer, seamless kind of pantyhose. These nylons barely came to my waist and I realized I could wear the skimpiest thong and no one would ever see the waistband of the hosiery. With the nylons on, I next struggled to don a rhinestone encrusted light blue thong panty; next came a matching under-wired brassiere with virtually no cups! My bosoms were thrust up and out and their nipples were capped by tiny pasties! Annie locked my feet into 6" stiletto-heeled spikes and my arms were rolled into stretchy satin formal gloves. After a platinum-blonde hairpiece was fitted and pinned to my head, a huge headpiece was added making me appear even taller and more slender.

"Mmm, she's looking more and more like the 'squealing chorine' you say she wants to be", Annie remarked to my wife. "now I'll put her through her paces."

I was shown how to strut, how to move my body to show off my rear end and my huge bust-line. I had to learn how to make my derriere and hips wiggle and wag; I also had to demonstrate how I could have those huge boobs bounce and jiggle. After several hours of practice, Annie was satisfied.

"Okay, you can have her strip and shower and get some sleep. You have clothes for her to wear to the club? Great, just make sure she's there for six tomorrow evening. I'll do her makeup and get her ready for the ten o'clock show. She'll definitely be a hit."

Annie left and my wife helped me disrobe and get cleaned up. I stood in the bedroom completely naked, looking very much the part of a genetic female. I slipped into a sheer baby doll, no panties and thigh-high stockings. My wife dressed similarly but with that added appendage in her pubis. I understood that I'd be used again this evening.

After a round of kissing, licking and sucking, I raised my derriere while on my knees and offered my wife my tight rosebud. She easily and smoothly penetrated the orifice and gave me a proper humping, again making me feel totally feminine and submissive to her. Then, I was allowed to drift off to sleep.

In the morning, I was allowed to sleep late to prepare myself for the long night ahead. About two in the afternoon, we began my transformation. I wore a long, tight skirt and tight top that revealed my abundant breasts. Just a touch of makeup feminized my face. At three, we got in the car and headed north to the club located south of Hartford, arriving an hour later.

After parking, we entered through the rear entrance reserved for employees. Annie met us and I was ushered into a special dressing room. There, she began the final preparations for my first stage appearance. It took two hours to fully transform my face but once that was done, I nearly fainted when I saw the new me. Ultra-thin brows, gorgeous eye shadow and eye liner, huge feather-like lashes that I could 'bat' incessantly and a platinum-blonde hair-do, reminiscent of "Pamela Lee" made even me feel turned on. Once my costume had been put on, I felt my 'male self' struggling to escape the tightly-fitting bonds. But that would not happen; I was all girl now for the next eight plus hours!

With my costume jewelry in place, my long crimson nails done, my sexy chorus girl's outfit and the outrageous female body I now had, no one would mistake me for a guy. Just before Annie said we'd go out in the club, she had me open my mouth so she could spray something into my throat. It felt very medicating going in and when I spoke, the voice I now had was far from what I used to have; I had a sexy, sultry, mezzo-soprano's timbre and no one would even suspect I was anything but a female!

When my name was announced, I strutted and pranced onto the stage and did my act exactly as I'd rehearsed it. I sang danced and squealed just like my idea of a sexy chorus girl and the round of applause I got thrilled me even more. Bouquets were tossed on stage at my feet and the emcee offered me to the highest bidder. I looked in the wings and saw my wife nodding 'yes' to that. Blushing, I accepted one guy's offer and we were led off-stage to a gorgeous suite by my dressing room.

I behaved like the female star I appeared to be, kissed and made out with the guy and ultimately had sex with him. Even with the latex caching device, I felt every nuance of his thrusting and humping and unknown to him, I experienced a totally 'male' climax. Of course, he did too. Then, once he'd left the suite, Annie and my wife came in.

"Wow! You were gorgeous Steffani. You looked so perfect as a sexy show-girl. And you sure had that guy fooled. One more show tonight and this fantasy will be fulfilled."

I laughed and tossed my long, shiny tresses. I knew I'd been a believable femme fatale and satisfied my desire to perform as a sexy chorine. The last show was as successful as the first one and after I'd come off stage, dealt with all the "Stage-Door Johnnies" and got out of my costume and changed into street clothes, I was ready to return home and relax.

My wife and I strolled through the lot to our car. The drive was quieter than usual. I looked at her driving and decided to speak up.

"Was I all right this evening?", I asked.

She seemed to ponder the question, then smiled an enigmatic smile and nodded.

"You were quite feminine and very believably sexy Hon. I'm just wondering if you're really ready for your next….I mean my next test for you."

"And what might that be?", I inquired.

"Well, you've done everything we discussed before this dress-up game began. You've performed for me as a sexy maid, you've gone out shopping as an attractive and sexy female, you have been on stage as a show-girl. Two things remain; working as a sexy secretary and experiencing the absolute joy of being a bride on her wedding day. I think you're ready to work as a secretary or receptionist. I'm not sure if you're ready to be a bride. You do understand what being a bride will mean, don't you?"

I shook my head to indicate a "no" answer to her question.

"We've, I mean I've ordered your gown and trousseau but you haven't an inkling as to how far you'll need to go to portray a bride. I don't want to scare you but when we do the wedding weekend, it will mean a rehearsal dinner, the actual wedding ceremony, a reception and…..your wedding night! You will be marrying a man, you know."

I was incredulous! Her plan for the wedding fantasy included everything about being a real bride!

"I'll have to have a wedding night too? That means being in bed with the guy?"

"Certainly sweetie, it's what women do when they get married. I've already lined up the guy. He'll understand what kind of 'girl' he's getting too. And, he'll be gentle as well as loving. I want you to fully realize what a girl experiences when she becomes a real woman."

"So, you expect me to do whatever is expected of a bride? I'll have to kiss him, let him feel me and, and have his way with me?"

"Yes."

I was trembling a bit now, knowing that the illusions I'd undergone would be nothing compared to what was in store to prep me for that weekend. We arrived home and got ready for bed. Once again, I was treated to dressing in a sexy, scanty nightie and cuddling with her as a female….a near lesbian female at that.

The following week moved slowly. I was busy at work, thankful in a way for the activity that left me little time to dwell on my upcoming fantasy weekend. By Friday, I realized what would be required of me. I worked just a half-day, taking the rest of the afternoon as vacation. I also took the following week as my wife had indicated I'd be going on a sort of 'honeymoon' too.

When I got home, I was met by an army of people; hairdressers, cosmetologists, dressers and such. I was pushed into the bathroom. There, a severe looking woman administered a cleansing enema, then thrust me into the tub for a scrubbing that left my skin pink and tingling. When I emerged, I was tightly plugged with a huge phallus-shaped butt plug and readied for my undergarments. My waist was cinched until it measured a very feminine 24" in circumference. My breasts were again glued into place, this time a more respectable 38DD size. My smooth pubic area was once again restrained in a latex cache and finally, I was dressed.

My 'dresser' worked me into a high-waist, black nylon and lycra panty girdle followed by a gorgeous under-wired shelf brassiere that displayed my new breasts for everyone to ogle. I wore glamorously sheer black stockings with back-seams and ultra-high stiletto sandals. The dress chosen for me was a spaghetti-strapped chiffon number with a flirtatious skirt that would catch the slightest breeze and would fly up to show my shimmery black undies. Finally, I was seated in a cushioned chair and my face was made over. My brows were plucked to unbelievably fine lines, arched over my eyes. Then, the minimal brow hairs were redefined with a dark brown pencil and made to look absolutely delicious. Shadows and eyeliner as well as multiple coats of mascara left me looking very sexy. My nails were lengthened, polished and made to look ravishing. My ears were pierced so cute gold and crystal earrings could be shown off. My wig was an ash blonde updo with tiny tendrils dangling on each side of my face.

The team that did me over showed me to my wife and she clapped with glee.

"Oh my! He…..I'm sorry, I mean she looks adorable. I can't wait for her groom-to-be to see her!"

I blushed until I thought my red face would start a fire somewhere.

My wife handed me a satin beaded evening bag and we walked to her car. The ride to the restaurant took just ten minutes and it was there that a run-through of the next days' ceremony took place. I met my "groom" for the first time. He was tall, quite bronzed, a muscular hunk who I'm sure, would knock any girl for a loop. Only one difference remained and that was that I was to be the girl in this fantasy!

Throughout the dinner, one or another of the attendees would clink a spoon against their water glass and my groom and I would be forced to kiss one another. After awhile, even that didn't bother me. I kind of looked forward to him pressing his mouth to mine! His kisses were quite nice as was the way he embraced me. I saw my wife watching me, nodding her apparent approval.

The evening ended before eleven. I went with my soon-to-be husband and my wife left alone. Todd, that was his name, drove slowly as he talked about how happy he was to be marrying me. It was his dream-come-true to have such an attractive and sexy wife. When he pulled in our driveway, he embraced me again and our kiss lasted over ten minutes. As he pulled away, he told me about himself.

"Steffani, just so you won't be frightened tomorrow, I am a gay man, I know that you're a transsexual woman, pre-op, and I will treat you as a woman likes to be treated. Please do not worry; all will be well. I do love you and have your wife's permission to marry you."

Now I fully realized how serious this game was. Everything that had occurred to this point had a single planned outcome. I was to be prepared to be a full-time girl, to be married, have a career and live apart from my wife. It was a test of sorts but I wasn't sure what 'passing' meant.

I asked my wife about this after I went inside.

"I see you've realized where everything we've done to you over the past month is going. Okay, here's your answer. 'Passing' as you call it is…..is being the best female you can be; it's what you've always really wanted; it's your destiny and I decided I wouldn't stand in your way. Rather, I'd help you be all the woman you could possibly be. Tomorrow, you'll attain your dream and I'll be free to find my own. Do not be upset. We'll both reach our mutual levels of happiness. Ultimately, you'll begin taking female hormones, your body will change to match your mindset, you'll live full-time as a female for a year and……then you'll have THE operation that will make you a glamorous, sexy female, forever! Now, we'd better get to bed. We both have a big day tomorrow.

I slipped under the sheets and was immediately asleep. When I awoke, I found I was alone. I rolled over, then, put my feet on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. As I did, my wife walked into the room.

"Aha, there's the pretty princess, ready for her special day! Off to the bathroom with you, sweetie. I'll help you with your enema and then you can take a nice hot bath, scrubbing yourself until you glow. My two friends will be along to do your hair and makeup and we'll get you dressed."

Once in the bathroom, I was made to kneel as before while my wife inserted the huge enema nozzle in my posterior and filled me with the warm solution that would cleanse my insides. Then, I sidled over to the commode and released the contents. She filled me twice more until the liquid ran clear. The, I was allowed to step into the sudsy hot water. When I was thoroughly clean, I stepped out and was patted dry with a huge bath towel.

The ceremony was scheduled for eleven so we began my final transformation immediately. My wife lubricated a very large and customized tampon, inserting the 'plug' into my derriere and wiping the excess lubricant from the surroundings. Then, she had me don another special latex caching thong that held the tampon and my shriveled male parts in such a way as to give the appearance of me being a genuine female. The cache left me with a believable vagina and working genitalia. My breasts had been done the previous day and they remained looking real.

My wife's friend began dressing me. First, she had me don a lovely white nylon-satin thong panty that spread my cheeks and covered my latex genitalia. The corset came next; the full-length, steel-boned waist whittler was wrapped around my torso and my wife and her friend both worked the laces to bring my tummy under control. It took a few minutes, but once they'd brought the two edges of the garment together behind me, my middle had been reduced to a mind-blowing 24"! The pretty under-wired half-cups cradled my beauteous breasts, lifting and thrusting them forward. A measurement insured that my figure was now a feminine 42-24-39.

Sheer white, lace-and pearl-appliquéd stockings were next rolled on both of my long, smooth legs and their top welts were secured to the garter straps that dangled from the corset. I felt the instant tautness those straps provided to the silky hosiery. My wife slipped pretty acrylic 4" stiletto sandals on each of my feet and I was led to a stool so I could sit while the cosmetologist did my face.

First, my brows were again plucked and tweezed, thinned and shaped, redefining my new status as a female. Then several coats of foundation and powder were applied to give my complexion a smooth, flawless matte finish. Now my makeup artist could highlight my eyelids with creamy powdered eye shadow, line my eyes to make them appear larger, more innocent and doe-eyed and brush my lashes into huge feathery sweeps, curled up and made to look larger than ever.

Once my eyes were finished, she proceeded to outline my mouth, making it appear fuller and utterly feminine. With a sweet 'cupid's bow' drawn, she filled in the outline with shimmery pink lip color and finished by wiping on a glistening lip gloss that made my mouth shine.

While another gal filed and prepared my nails for their new acrylic tips, my wife used a portable device to pierce my ears and give me new pearl drop earrings. My nails were coated with pink enamel that matched my lips and my most intimate places were sprayed with a sexy perfume.

I hadn't yet seen my new self in my bridal finery and none of the genetic females were ready to let me do so. They carefully fitted me into the full-skirted satin gown and petticoat and buttoned the myriad back closures. I still needed my hair and the veil and gloves as well as proper jewelry for a lovely bride. My wife brought over a gorgeous hair-piece, its tresses piled high and teased into a dream style. Tendrils drifted down each side and the braided bun was wound with pearls and beads. One of my wife's associates fitted the up-do to my head which had been wrapped with an elasticized net. Using a fistful of bobby pins, the wig became one with my own hair and head. Then, she brought out the veil and affixed the floral tiara to my hair.

"Hold out your hands Dear. I'm going to put these lace gloves on each one. They're made with a stretchy material that will not roll back down or impede your fingers. That way, everyone can still see your adorable nail tips and how soft and slender your hands appear; just like a real girl's."

I did as she'd commanded and finally, my wife told me I could stand up.

"Okay, my lovely husband; you may stand and turn around so you can see the result of all this preparation. Now tell me, have you ever seen such a lovely girl?"

I stood, pirouetted on my heels and gazed at the reflection in the full-length mirror that stood behind me. I was absolutely floored! What looked back at me was a tall, ash blonde princess in a bouffant satin bridal gown, her veiled face angelic, her hands so delicate and soft and her figure, so enticing and curvaceous.

I started to speak but my wife interrupted.

"Last night, we administered a drug that was guaranteed to raise the timbre of your voice even more. You'll find that when you speak now, you'll sound like a cute babyish 'Barbie Doll'. So just take a few steps and show me how you walk girlishly."

I strode across the room and turned and came back to my starting point and asked how well I did. When I heard my 'new' voice, I giggled, just like the lovely girl I'd become! I adored my sweet, soft and ultra-feminine voice. And, I loved how my curvy body wiggled and jiggled as I took those few steps.

"Very nice, my husband; you walk just like a girl now. I suspect that 'plug' in your derriere is helping you to sway your lovely rear end?"

"Yes, it is", I chirped.

"Good, I want you to feel totally female from now on. Your bridesmaids are waiting and so is the limousine. We'll be off to the restaurant for your wedding ceremony and the beginning of your new life. By the way, Todd sends his regards. He can hardly wait to see his lovely she-male bride!"

I blinked back a tear and gulped as she said that. I knew that within a few months after the wedding, my breasts would be mature enough so I wouldn't need attachable enhancements and my latex genitalia would be removed and replaced by genuine female parts. Then, I'd be a real girl for Todd. My dreams would have come true and my life as a husband would be a mere memory.

Once I stepped into the living room, I saw four other lovely girls, all glamorous transsexuals like me. They were to be my bridal party. My wife allowed that they'd see their partners at the restaurant. I was helped into the limo, my gown bustled and the cool material making a 'shsshing' noise as I crawled into the back seat.

The limo pulled out of the driveway and I couldn't help but see many of my neighbors peering at me…..once their guy buddy, now turned into a beautiful girl. I guess for a moment it was somewhat embarrassing.

The drive took about fifteen minutes and when we arrived at the country club's restaurant where the ceremony and reception would be held, my bridesmaids helped me disembark from the car. I held my bouquet in front of me as I delicately walked to the entry. Inside, I stood trembling a bit as the party was formed up. My wife came forward. She would serve to 'give me away'.

"Honey, I want this to be the best day of your life. Remember, you're a girl now and you'll have a wonderful husband who will treat you like the woman you've always wanted to be. When I kiss you at the altar, it will be for the last time. Ready?"

I nodded and suddenly, a fanfare of music announced the beginning of the ceremony. The wedding party began moving down an aisle between the tables and my wife took my arm and we followed at a distance. I saw Todd standing at the head of the room with a minister. Slowly, we advanced and stopped by Todd. My wife lifted my veil, kissed my cheek and said, "Happy Wedding Day sweetie", then slid over and stood by a table and chair.

Todd took my hand in his. Suddenly, my hand and every part of me felt small and insignificant next to Todd. The minister welcomed everyone and the rite began. In no time, I heard the words, "I now pronounce you husband and wife" and I knew that the unthinkable had happened. I'd become a married woman! My new husband enveloped me in his strong arms and pressed his face against mine. His lips blended into my own and his tongue slipped between my lips, gently teasing my own tongue. Then, he pulled away and whispered that we'd have plenty of time to enjoy each other later. He then merely pecked me on my right cheek.

With a recessional playing, we walked, arm in arm, back down that aisle and into the foyer. There, we greeted the guests and had pictures taken. My former wife, I guess that was now her proper 'address', smiled and shook hands or kissed the guests, proclaiming that my happiness was paramount to her happiness. If being a woman was so important for me, it was important for her.

The rest of the afternoon flew by. I did all the things a newly wed bride does on her day. I fed my husband and he fed me a piece of wedding cake; we danced to 'our' song; we went from table to table and met the guests. All of those who were my guy friends when I was all male treated me as a lovely woman; no one cracked jokes about my new status nor did they ridicule my choice of becoming female.

Late that afternoon, I was taken by my 'ex' to a room off to the side. Inside, she helped me remove my gown and the veil and petticoat. I changed into a smart suit, its skirt snugly grasping my shapely hips and butt. A semi-sheer cream colored blouse was tucked under the waistband and a fitted jacket buttoned around my girlish torso. I changed into bone-hued pumps and when I emerged, I looked smashing.

Todd and I waved good-bye to everyone and climbed into the limo once again for a ride to our hotel. There, upon our arrival, a bell-cap took our luggage and we checked into the bridal suite.

"My darling, are you prepared for what's coming next?", Todd asked.

I blushed as I replied that I was.

"Then, you may change first", he answered.

I took a small overnite case and slipped into the bathroom. There, I disrobed completely, stripping down to just panties. I quickly stepped out of them too and removed the latex appliance that had held my now almost invisible maleness in check. I washed my lower extremities with a scented cloth and dried myself. Then, I began dressing for my first wedded night as a female. I shivered as I pulled the sheer, lacy bikini up my legs, seating the satiny open crotch against my smooth pubic area. I gazed at the tiny nub that was once my penis protruding through the opening. Then, I slipped the sheer baby doll over my head. I grinned as the layers of nylon billowed and fell over my shoulders. I cupped my breasts, now sheathed loosely with nylon, tweaking their nipples and arousing those little protrusions into hard protuberances. I rolled elasticized white thigh-tops on both legs, replete with embroidered appliqués. Then, I stepped into six inch mules and gathered a matching sheer bed jacket over my shoulders. Finally, after fluffing my hairdo and adding more perfume, I walked out of the bath to greet my husband.

He sat on the edge of the bed. He was naked except for a pair of tiny nylon briefs. I saw his muscled pecs, his firm abs and the telltale bulge under the skimpy undies. He stood and his briefs 'tented', making me tremble with female desire.

I approached and he looked intently at me.

"You are so beautiful, Steffani. Kneel before me and worship your new gift. It's yours to enjoy any time you'd like."

I knelt, and slipped my pink talons inside his briefs and pulled the waistband down so the tiny underwear slipped to his ankles. His manhood immediately sprung out, its purple head and thick veined shaft bobbing. I needed no further commands. I bent forward and pursed my lips to kiss the mushroom-shaped head. I tasted the sticky white cream dribbling from the tiny slit at its tip. Then, I formed a huge "O" with my mouth and imbibed him, sucking the entire thing into my stretched mouth. I heard him sigh as I rolled my tongue under the shaft and twirled it around him. He gasped as I began forcing my mouth down on him. Then, I pulled back, making loving sucking sounds as I did so. In and out, I brought him to peaks of passion, up and down I rhythmically dove until I sensed a shuddering from his entire body. I knew he was about to climax. I made him lose control and spurt into me. I succeeded in making him feel like a king and me like his adoring princess lover! I swallowed and passed my hot, moist tongue across my full lips, enjoying the last bits of his creamy seed.

Sated, I backed off and stood, then sat on the bed at his side. He slipped his warm hand into my lap and began fingering my smooth girlish 'clit'. Now it was my turn to be played with.

For several weeks, my 'ex' had had me practice with a dildo, alternately sucking it and lubricating it once it had been covered with a latex sheath. Once lubricated, she would gently but purposefully slide it into my nether region, filling my anal love box. She explained that once I'd had my final surgery, I could enjoy penetration in the manner of any genetic female. But for now, I'd have to be satisfied by anal stimulation. It was a strange thing to get used to; having an eight or nine inch by two inch probe slide unimpeded into my derriere. Then, she'd pump it in and out, simulating a man's frenetic rhythms. By this night, I was ready and had fully dilated myself to accommodate my husband.

I offered my derriere to him and he opted to take me on my back. I pulled my knees to my chin, holding onto my thighs, spreading my cheeks wide. He smiled and said I was in perfect position. I felt the rubber-coated and lubricated thing press at my taut rosebud, then quickly 'pop' inside. Gently but firmly, he moved in a rocking motion, inch by inch, sliding himself into me. When I felt his sack press against the fleshy sides of my wide derriere, I knew he was fully into me. Now, he began to show me how a real man takes his woman! He thrust into me, then pulled out. As he continued these motions, I became wildly aroused by the friction and just as he cried out that he was going to cum again, I too filled my groin with my own brand of cream! He'd brought me to a shuddering climax, just the way any girl would under the same conditions.

I fell back, fully satisfied at my performance. Todd lay at my side, passed a hand over one of my breasts and tweaked its nipple as he murmured love words in my ear. We both fell sound asleep like that.

In the morning, I woke first and padded into the bathroom. I cleansed my face of all the makeup and then stepped into the tub and ran the water for a refreshing hot shower. Soon, my hair had been shampooed and my body cleaned and scrubbed.

After toweling off, I wrapped the soft fluffy cotton around my torso and started to apply fresh makeup. It took awhile, doing it on my own, but shortly, my ultra-feminine appearance was restored. I came out and slipped into fresh femme underthings: a panty-shaper, brassiere and hosiery. Next came a clean black nylon full slip and and heels. Finally, I removed a royal blue sheath from one of my garment bags and slipped it over my head. I added pretty coordinating jewelry and pulled a net over my tousled locks. For today, I chose a curly ash blonde wig style and sprayed my favorite scent all over myself. Then, I bent over my darling husband and kissed him awake.

When he'd showered and dressed, we strolled out together, Todd carrying our bags. A limo met us and whisked us off to the airport. My "ex" had arranged our honeymoon. We were headed to Las Vegas, Nevada. Our hotel was one of the newest and ritziest with a special show in its lounge each night. What I didn't know, until Todd explained it to me, was that the show was a complete revue with an all "she-male" cast! And, I was to be one of its stars!

Upon our arrival at McCarran Field, another limo took us to the hotel. Our luggage was handled by the hotel staff and we wee shown to a special suite reserved for the entertainers. A seamstress rang me up and came to the room. She needed to 'fit' me for my costumes. And those costumes were the skimpiest, sexiest, most lascivious things I'd ever seen! After trying on one of them, I felt so turned on, I wanted to climb onto Todd's erection and take him right there. However, ones desires don't always mesh with common sense. Instead, I slipped into a skimpy white thong bikini and slides and with a sheer cover-up over my smooth shoulders, I padded out of the room, into the elevator and strode to the pool. I got comfy on a lounger and had a masseuse undo my bra strap and rub my back with scented oil, relieving the aches and stress pains that had built up over the past weeks.

I could see men strolling by, admiring their view of my sexy body. I giggled to myself, pleased that I, as a woman now for all practical appearances, could instill such admiration and desire in strange men.

I ultimately slid into the warm water and swam a bit. Todd appeared and dove in, then swam over to me. We embraced and immediately, I felt his manhood stiffen and press against my smooth tummy.

"Mmm, darling, I really, really want you…now!", he begged.

Smiling sweetly, I acceded to his wish and we got out of the water and returned to our room. Todd pulled my scanty suit from my hot body and mounted me, thrusting his engorged tool deeply into my moist love tunnel. He humped and pumped me without climaxing for over twenty minutes. The passion of his friction was unbearable – I cried out in pleasure as he continued to alternately fill me and leave me empty with each rhythmical effort. Finally, he filled me with an unending stream of his precious juices.

We each bathed and prepared for our upcoming evening. After I was scrupulously clean, a "dresser" knocked at our door and after I let her in, she helped me don the first of several costumes. This one consisted of a sequined thong g-string, a bra that merely supported my breasts but left nothing to the imagination as my nipples were completely exposed, six inch satin pumps, matching satin formal-length gloves and a headdress that made me appear almost eight feet tall! When I walked, every curve jiggled or shimmied and I loved the sensations from the tightly fitting outfit.

I was escorted to the staging area and Todd came back there to wish me well. Most of my "act" consisted of posing, walking and showing off my bared bosoms and curvy derriere and tiny waist. The crowd applauded my every move. Finally, the number was over and I was again backstage. Hugs from all the chorus girls and boys made me blush with happiness. Todd said that THAT was the finale of another fantasy my ex had told him about. Back in our room, I wondered just what she HAD told him and what lie ahead for me. I certainly wasn't going to be a wife who bore children. The answer would soon come as a senior manager of the complex approached me and Todd with a long-term contract for my services.

"We'll live here in Vegas, my sweet", Todd explained, "And you'll soon be a headliner at the hotel. You'll enjoy the best food, finest fashions, all the attentions of an esthetician, cosmologist, hairdresser and personal trainer. Nothing but the best for my girl; and, next year, after your first year of living as a female is over, you'll see Dr. Menard and he will complete your transformation from she-male to full-time female. Then, you and I will retire and enjoy your new status as a glamorous female."

Now I knew my future. I would become a woman, courtesy of my ex-wife and this man who wanted a 'special' girl for his very own. I would experience all aspects of femininity except bearing children. But I would totally enjoy being a sexy female for the rest of my life. And, NO PMS either!

My story still amazes even me. I was married, a lifelong closet cross-dresser. I was found out, admitted my situation and discovered my wife could understand me more than I ever understood myself. She helped me become a woman in every respect and now, I get to finish my life as one.

Over the years, from time to time, she'd fly out and we'd go to dinner or do something together. We became quite good friends as women. Our intimacies were merely feminine 'air kisses' and girlish hugs. I didn't mind – after all, I had my own man now for more sexy and intimate things. I was and will remain, an attractive, desirable female. I'm so happy my spouse understood and helped me become the woman I am today.

  

  

  

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