Author's note: I have been on a 'short story' kick for a while, and several of you have requested something longer, and more in-depth. Here you go. This one is for you....

 

I Do

by Jennifer White

 

Spring will always be my favorite season of the year. It was in the spring that I was born, and in the spring when I was reborn, if you will. It was also in the spring that I first met Heather. I was taking a walk in Central Park, glad that the snow had finally melted, and that the gray sky was turning blue for a change.

I turned the corner, and there she was. He had long straight golden hair. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater, and long khaki skirt, and suede boots. She was Heather, and she was feeding the ducks in the pond, throwing bits of stale bread to them. They swam up, and gobbled down the bread.

"Nice day" I said.

"It sure is" she replied.

"I'm Andy" I said.

"Heather" she replied

It seemed like five minutes that we talked, but in fact, it was over an hour. By the time I left (with her number in hand), I knew that I was in love.

* * *

 

For the next year, I saw Heather a number of times. We dated somewhat regularly, but it seemed that whenever we started to get really close, she would back away. I had dated a woman once who had been hurt really badly by someone, so I decided to use patience, rather than rushing things. I loved her, and didn't want to risk losing her, so I let her set the pace of our relationship. Heather Espelie was the most wonderful woman in the world.

We had so much fun together, and we got along so well that I considered her to be my best friend. She was beautiful, she was smart, and it turned out that she was very rich as well. She owned a condo on Central Park West, whereas I just rented a small flat. She was just the perfect woman, and I was just an ordinary guy. I didn't know how I deserved to be so lucky.

Although we had been dating for almost a year, she did hold back on one thing: we had never made love. We had slept together in the same bed, we had kissed and touched each other, but we had never yet made love.

"I promised my mother that I'd never make love to a man until after we were married" she said.

"I can tell it is important to you, and I can respect that" I replied. "I'm willing to wait."

The implication was clear: I wanted to marry her. But once again, she pulled away a bit, and I didn't hear from her for a few days after that. But over time, we got closer and closer again. When we had been dating for a year and a half, I knew it was time. I wanted to propose to her, but I was afraid of rejection. So we talked about where we were going with our relationship one night. If she said the right things, I would buy the ring the next day.

"I always dreamed of falling in love, and getting married to a woman like you" I said, in the middle of our conversation. Heather responded by getting a funny look on her face.

"Andy, I have something to tell you" she said. "I've never told this to a man in all my life."

"Sure. What is it?" I replied.

"Well, you see, when I was in high school, I had my first kiss. It was with one of the other cheerleaders."

"You mean..." started, getting a sexy image in my mind of two chicks in cheerleader outfits making out.

"Yes. My first kiss was with a girl."

"Wow" I said, still trying to picture it in my mind.

"But I also dated the captain of the football team. And I kissed him too. And it has been like that for me ever since. I love you, and you are the perfect man, it seems. You are kind, loving, patient, handsome, smart, and everything a girl could ever want. But there is only one problem."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You're not a woman. I *so* much want to commit to you Andy, and spend all my life with you, but I'm afraid. I really want you, but I have urges for women too. If we date, I can get together with a girlfriend sometime, and make out. But if we're married, then I'd be breaking my oath with you, and I can't do that."

I was kind of shocked at this point. She was still seeing a girl when she was with me all this time? I had to admit, the image of a threesome started to form in my mind. But I knew better than to go there. Between the thought of the cheerleaders making out, and the thought of a threesome with me in there too, I was really aroused at this point! But I was kind of in shock too. I hadn't seen this coming on at all.

"So what can we do?" I asked.

"Like I said, I really want to commit to you, and marry you. But I can't deny who I am. At some point, my urges to be with a woman will get the better of me, and I can't do that to you. I can't marry you, if I know I can't be faithful."

I felt heartbroken. Here was the woman of my dreams. She said she loved me. She said she wanted to marry me. But she said she couldn't! I was so upset that *I* almost started to cry, as all my dreams of a life with her, my perfect woman, started to crumble.

"Please don't say no" I said, my voice cracking. "What if I gave you permission to see your girlfriend? Then it wouldn't be cheating."

"No. It would. If I commit to you, then I must be faithful. I couldn't live with myself if I had to cheat on you."

"There *has* to be a way. There *has* to be something we can do."

"Well, I thought of something, but you wouldn't like it, so never mind."

"No what? Tell me."

"You'll just say no" she replied, her head down.

"Heather, just tell me. I'd rather hear your idea, then to let you go."

"Okay, but like I said, you'll think it's stupid."

"I'm all ears" I said.

"All right. I had an idea. What if you could be my man, *and* be my woman."

I looked at her, as stunned as before.

"And how would I do that?"

"I could help you. I could make you look and feel like a woman. You could satisfy my needs for a woman, but you would still be my man. You would be both my man, and my woman."

Now this was kind of hard to contemplate. Have me be her woman?

"So you mean you'd dress me up like a girl, put makeup on me, and then we'd make out?"

"Yes. Something like that" she said, nodding her pretty head.

A ray of hope crept back into my heart. It would feel pretty humiliating to dress up like a girl, and I would feel really silly doing it. But I loved Heather so much that if that was what it took, then I would be willing to go along with it. Anything to keep her forever, and to marry her.

"I am willing to do it, if that is what it takes" I said.

"And would you be willing to be a woman for me, on our wedding night?"

The image of the two cheerleaders making out stuck in my head. It was pretty hot to think about, actually. It would kind of suck to be wearing clothes like that, but I could do it if that is what it took. Get married to her, have our party, go back to the room, dress up, and make out. I could accept that.

"Yes" I said. "I'll do that for you."

"Are you sure?" she said. "We don't have to do this. We can stop right now...."

"No" I replied. "I want to be married to you more than anything in the world."

"I love you" she said.

"I love you too" I replied.

We fell into each other's arms, and kissed.

* * *

 

The next day, I was in for quite a surprise. I had planned on spending the morning with Heather, and then going shopping for an engagement ring for her. I didn't have money like she did, but I would get something as large as I could afford.

But at 10:30, she asked me if I would go out to lunch for her, so I said 'yes'. I could always change my plans, and go shopping later in the afternoon. So I went with her to a fancy restaurant. Naturally, she bought lunch. When we were done, we walked over to Central Park, where we went for a romantic ride in one of the horse drawn carriages. Then we walked over to the pond, where we first met.

"I'm tired. Can we sit for a bit?" she asked.

"Sure" I replied, taking a seat on the park bench.

Rather than sitting next to me, Heather had another surprise. She got down on one knee in front of me, and looked up into my eyes.

"Andy, I love you" she said. "More any anything in the world. And I want to be with you always. Will you marry me?"

She was proposing to me, on one knee! Just what I was planning on doing to her, as soon as I had bought a ring. I was stunned, but of course I was going to accept! She had a box from Tiffany's, which she opened to reveal a beautiful gold ring, with a large diamond. At least three carats I guessed, based on what I had seen when I had been scoping out ring prices.

"Yes. I will marry you" I said.

She took the ring out of the box, and I reached down to take it from her so that I could put it on her finger. I felt funny that it would be *her* money used to buy the ring, but if this was the engagement ring she had always dreamed of, there was no way that *I* could afford one like it! Especially not from a high-end store like Tiffany's. If this was what she wanted, so be it.

I went to take it from her, but she surprised me yet again. She took the ring, and slipped it onto the ring finger of my left hand. It was a perfect fit. *I* was wearing a woman's engagement ring!

"Isn't this a woman's ring?" I said, somewhat embarrassed to be wearing it on *my* finger.

"Yes" she replied. "You are going to be my woman, as well as my man, remember?"

"Yes" I said.

"So this is a proper ring for you. I considered getting you a simple gold band like a man wears, but I didn't want you to forget your promise to me. You are going to be a woman for me on our wedding night, right?"

"Yes I am" I said, trying to sound confident.

"I love you" said Heather.

We stood up, held each other close, and kissed. I was now engaged to the woman of my dreams, but it was I who was wearing the diamond ring. It was an effective reminder that I was going to be a woman for her. I would never be able to look at it without feeling funny. She had proposed to me, and now I was wearing *her* ring. It was the opposite of what I had envisioned, but an omen of what was in store for me.

* * *

 

Things were so great between Heather and I. We had so much fun together, and since we had become engaged, we had grown closer. Now she could fully express herself to me, and no longer felt that she had to hold back part of herself, because I now knew her deepest secret.

We decided that we would have a very small ceremony with just a few local friends. I told her that if she wanted a big wedding with both of our families, that I would be fine with that. I thought it was what most women dreamed of, but not her. She wanted simple, quick, and local. I was fine with all that. What guy wants all the hassles associated with a wedding? This way, I could skip registering for gifts, wedding showers, picking the invitations, and all that stuff that women seem to go crazy for. Well, women other than Heather, that is.

So things were shaping up. A small ceremony with a judge she knew to preside. We had to do some legal stuff, like applying for the marriage license, and getting things ready. She tracked all that down, so all I would have to do is to sign everything after we had the ceremony.

We were still trying to nail down a date, and figure out exactly who to invite. Again, she offered to do the work so I could concentrate on other things. I was glad to get out of all that stuff, so I gladly accepted her offer to do it all for me! But now, there was a task I wasn't looking forward too, nearly as much.

I had told her that I'd be her woman on the night of our wedding. She said that to be a woman meant more than just putting on a dress. She said that to make the night perfect, I would need some help, and some practice. That was where Michelle came in.

Michelle was a friend of Heather's, almost her equal in beauty, but taller, more muscular, and more demanding. I felt sorry for whatever guy would marry her; he would be badgered and told what to do all the time. She was a high-maintenance woman if I ever saw one!

Anyway, Heather had told me that Michelle would teach me about being a woman, and that she would help with my transformation for our wedding night. I had met her at dinner one evening, so I'd be more comfortable with her. On Saturday morning, I was due for an appointment, so she could start teaching me.

I woke up, but Heather had already gone out, She left a note that she was running errands, but she would go over to Michelle's to pick me up when we were done. I took a cab there, and knocked on the door. Michelle smiled, and invited me in. I was alone with her, in her clutches. And I was scared. I would never do this, if it wasn't for Heather.

Michelle and I talked for a while, in her very large living room. She had quite the place. She must have made a lot of money in her business. We sipped hot tea, as we chatted. But now it was time to get down to business.

"Let me see what we have to work with here" she said. "Take off your clothes. You can leave your boxers on."

I stripped down to just my boxers, and I kind of shivered. Her apartment was a little too cold for my taste. She walked around me, and wrote down notes on a pad of paper she held. Then she got out a measuring tape and started taking all sorts of measurements. My waist size. The size of my chest. The length of my arms and legs. The size of my collar. The size of my head. She wrote these all down on her pad of paper, while she made small talk with me.

"That's a very pretty ring" she said.

"Thank you" I replied. I was always embarrassed when someone pointed out that I was wearing a woman's engagement ring. I got a lot of weird looks. But in New York, nothing seems too far out of normal, so I could get away with it. Now if we lived in a small town or something, that would be different!

"I think it is so wonderful that you would do this for her" said Michelle, as she measured my feet.

"I love her, and I want her to be happy" I replied.

"She is a very special woman. I've known her for years. Make sure you take good care of her."

"I will" I said. I meant it.

"I think you're very brave" continued Michelle. "Most men deny the very existence of their feminine side, but you are willing to express yours and let her out. How does becoming a woman feel for you?"

"I have to admit, I'm a little scared about all this" I said. "I mean, it just isn't something that you would usually do, you know?"

Michelle giggled.

"I don't know if Heather told you this, but I do this for a living. Men come to me every day, wanting to be transformed. I enable them to live their dreams. I am going to make you look like a woman, feel like a woman, and act like one."

Now I was even more intimidated. But I had to go through with this, for Heather.

"I need to go shopping, and pick up some things, based on your size. If you're going to be a woman, you are going to need to get rid of all that body hair. Go into my bathroom. I have everything set up for you. Take a nice hot bath, and shave all that off. By the time you're done, I'll be back with your clothes."

"All right" I said.

I hadn't thought about shaving off my chest and legs. People might think I was strange if they saw me with smooth legs like a woman. But this was just for our wedding night, so I could grit my teeth, and go through with it. I thanked Michelle, and went into the bathroom.

Inside, there were a dozen candles burning. The tub was full of hot water, with bubbles on the top. There was a strong scent of lavender in the air from the candles, and from whatever she had put into the bath. I took off my boxers, got in, and relaxed in the warm water. There was a pink shaver on the side of the tub, so I went to work on my chest, legs, and under my arms. Some men get hair on their backs, but I was lucky I didn't have that problem. So now the only hair I had was on my head, and between my legs.

I took another deep breath of the lavender scent, and got ready to drain the tub. There was a knock on the door.

"Hi, I'm back" said Michelle. "There is a red robe on the door. Put that one, and meet me in the bedroom."

I drained the tub, got out, and dried off. There was a lot of hair in the drain, so I had to pull it out for the tub to completely empty. I felt bad that there were so many little hairs all around, that I wiped them up for her. Then I put on the robe, and walked out to the bedroom. The robe was red and very silky. I never had anything that soft to wear before in my life. Not to mention that now my skin was hairless from being shaved, and soft from the bath gel.

I went into the bedroom, and looked around. It was decorated in a very feminine style. I could tell that the bed wasn't slept in very much though, because everything looked too neat, too straight, too perfect. This must be the room that she used for her transformations she was telling me about. It was probably designed to be as frilly and girly as possible, to help the men who came to her get into the right state of mind. Soothing musing played, but a bit too loud for my taste.

"Now before we begin with the clothes, I have something to show you, which you are going to wear. This might be a little scary for you in particular, but the men who come to me love this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"This."

She pulled something out of a box. There was a flesh color around the outside, a tuft of hair in the middle, in the shape of a triangle, and visible below that, a slit running up and down. It was a fake pussy. She turned it around for me to see the back.

"You put your penis in here, into this tube" she said. "Then the suction pump pulls it tight to you. It attaches like this, and when it is in place, it gives you the illusion that you are a woman."

"I didn't know things like that exist" I said.

"You'd be surprised by what is out there" she countered. "Now step up here, and I will attach it to you."

I was kind of scared inside, as she first applied some kind of gel to the tube, then opened my robe, touched me in my private place, and slipped me into the fake pussy. I side right in, helped by the gel. Then she attached some sort of pump, and started squeezing it. I felt the tube constrict, and close around me. It made me get fully hard and erect as well. And with the thick gel, it formed a perfect seal. It would take the release button to ease the pressure, and get the thing to come off of me now.

She took my robe off, and buzzed around me as she attached the it to me.

"You did a good job on your legs" she said. "I only see a couple of small spots. Let me fix those."

She went around behind me, and used some sort of sticky paper to pull out some hairs I had missed. It hurt when she pulled them off, but just for a second. I was kind of scared to look down, and really scared to see myself in the mirror. I was wearing a device that would make it look like I had a pussy, just like a real woman.

"What if I have to pee?" I asked.

"No problem. The tube leads to your slit. Just sit down, and go. Don't forget to wipe yourself when you're done."

Wow. I wouldn't have to take it off to use the john. It was an impressive device, albeit a scary one for a man like me!

 

Now Michelle opened another box, and had the next thing for me: it was a pair of fake breasts. She had me hold them, and feel how heavy they were. She said that they attached using a special glue, and that they would look and feel like real ones.

"They even jiggle a bit when you move. I think you'll like them."

She put the first one on me, and had me hold it in place while she prepared the second one. Once that was ready, she had me hold it too. I looked down, and it seemed like I was holding two real breasts against my chest. It felt really weird!

After a minute passed, she said I could let go. I did, and they stayed in place. I could feel the glue pulling on my skin, doing it's job, holding them securely where they were.

"I wouldn't run or jump or anything, unless you've got a bra on" she said. "You might lose a boob. But now let's do one more thing, then let you have your first look at your new self.

She came up behind me, and put some kind of gel into my hair, and pulled it all back tight. Then she put some kind of cap over it, like a fine mesh. When this was done, she showed me the wig she had purchased. It had long auburn hair, parted in the middle, and curled up at the ends. She put the wig on my head, and secured it in place.

"Now lets take a look at you" she said.

She walked over to a full length mirror, which was on a base with wheels. Up to now, its back had been turned to us. She spun it around, so I could see myself.

"My god!" I said. "I look like a woman."

"And we're just getting started" said Michelle.

"There's more?" I replied.

"Yes. Much more. Before your boobs wiggle loose, lets get a bra on you, and lets get you into some panties so you're not so exposed.."

Shave gave me white lacy panties, with a little pink bow in the front. I pulled them on over me, and it was weird to see how the fit so flat in the front. Then she took a white lacy bra, the kind that cups underneath, and has the tops partly exposed. She put it on me, and for the first time in my life I felt a band around me, and the straps over the shoulders. It felt so constricting! It was just a bra, but somehow it made it hard for me to breathe. I felt like I was trapped by it. For the first time since I had been at Michelle's, I felt really panicked. I felt like I had to get away.

She sensed this, and calmed me down. The turned the mirror away from me, so I wouldn't see myself. That helped a little, and I was able to regain my composure.

"I wanted you to see what it was like to wear a bra" she said, "so that you would get some sense of how that type of support feels. I can see that you don't like it, so I'm going to use something else on you. Something that has some side benefits too."

She went behind me, and took off my bra. I could breathe again. I did not like that thing at all! It was just a piece of female clothes, but it was scary!

Michelle went to her closet, and emerged holding something I didn't recognize.

"This is a corset" she said. "They have kind of gone out of style now, but women used to use them years ago. The top here will support your boobs. The bottom flares out, to help define your hips. The middle squeezes your tummy, making you look slimmer. This particular model has a lot of extra padding in the hips, since you lack that in your body."

She undid the lace, and wrapped it around me. Whereas the bra just covered a small bit of me, the corset covered me from the breasts, down to my hips. She started to lace it up loosely in the back, which took a few minutes, because there were so many little holes to thread through. When that was done, she started to tighten it up. The first few times she did it was no problem. But as she started to move upwards, where it squeezed my tummy, it made it *feel* hard to breathe. It really constricted me! She kept pulling harder and harder, and I gasped for breath.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. And wait until you see what it does for your shape!"

After several more minutes, she got to the top, and tied it off. She spun the mirror around for me to see myself. In the mirror, it now looked like I was a shapely" woman, with curves, as well as big boobs. I had pretty hair. I looked like a chick. It was really intimidating, and scary! I mean, it was like in just an hour, she had taken away my entire manhood, and now I was becoming a woman. What man wouldn't feel terrified? I had to keep reminding myself that this was all for Heather.

 

Next, Michelle had me put on silk pantyhose. With the corset so tight, a simple thing like bending over became quite a chore! She had to help me get them on. They just made my legs look sexier, and even more feminine.

Then she had a pair of white high heel shoes, which she put onto my feet. She had me practice walking around in them, and it felt weird! Like I was walking on my toes. It was hard to balance at first, but I got the hang of it after a while. It gave me a whole new appreciation for someone like Heather, who could wear these, and manage to look graceful in them.

"Have a seat here" said Michelle.

I sat down at the white vanity. She turned on the lighted makeup mirror.

"First, lets get this hair out of the way, so we can do your makeup."

She took the long hair from my wig, from my left side, and she pulled it up to the top, and secured it in place with a bobby pin. Then she did the same from the right side. And then from the back. She messed around for a while, using a scrunch thing, and when she was done, my hair now looked like Heather did, when she wore her hair up.

Now she went to work on my face. She put on a layer of foundation first. As we waited for it to dry, she help up various colors of powder, looking at them, my complexion, and my eyes. She picked out some, and put them aside.

She put powders on my face. Concealer to hide the lines by my eyes. Blush to make it look like I had the high cheekbones of a woman. Eyeliner. Mascara. Eyeshadow. Lipgloss. The works. She plucked my eyebrows a bit, which hurt! She dabbled around, putting on this and that.

When it was done, it was stunning how my face had changed. Instead of looking like an average man, I now looked like a fairly pretty woman! I can't begin to tell you how strange it is to see yourself in the mirror, and not recognize the *woman* staring back at you. She made it look like I had pretty eyes. As I blinked, it was like I was batting my eyes at myself. Ouch!

Now she turned her attention to my fingernails. She first put on acrylic extensions, making it look like my fingernails were much longer than they really are. She filed them and shaped them, until each one was an oval shape. Then she put on three coats of nail polish. A primer coat, a dark red color, and a clear topcoat.

As I held them up to dry, I felt lost. All of these girly things were so overwhelming. It was so much at once, that I didn't know what to do. Michelle chatted with me the whole time, and she was very easy to talk to. I felt somehow that my manhood was so diminished at this point, that I got really passive.

It is hard to explain. You'd have to be in my same spot to really see what I mean, but I felt like I couldn't resist her anymore. Instead of feeling intimidated by the womanly things she was doing to me, it was hard to say 'no', even to myself, inside. I was more or less along for the ride now. It had spun out of control, and I couldn't stop it. I just hoped that we were done soon!

Michelle put perfume on me. She rubbed some on my upper chest, above where my fake boobs were. She put some powder on my chest too, to blend in with the slightly different color of the fake boobs. She also put some darker shadow between them, to make it look like I had more cleavage.

Now it was time for jewelry. I was already wearing my diamond wedding ring, but she put other rings on my right hand. She put a gold bracelet on each wrist, and a pear necklace around my neck. She put on a pair of long dangling clip-on earrings, and I was nearly complete. I looked so different! I felt so strange and intimidated.

Now she had me get up and practice walking across the room a few times, while she went to get the clothes that I was to wear.

"Close your eyes," she said, "and stand still."

I stood still near the center of the room, wobbling just a little in my heels. I hear the rustle of fabric, as she got out whatever it was that I was going to put on.

"Hold up your left leg" she said. She steadied me, as I lifted my leg. I could feel something rub up against me, as she pulled it underneath. I could hear it swishing across the floor. What was she doing?

"Now the right" she said. "Keep those pretty eyes closed!"

I lifted my leg, and she pulled whatever it was into place.

"Stand up straight. Keep those eyes closed!"

I kept them closed, and felt as she pulled the garment up onto me. I could feel my legs and middle surrounded by a skirt, as it lightly touched my silk pantyhose. I could feel the garment go up, around my corset, and up to my shoulders. Michelle threaded my arms through the openings, and I could feel something over the sides of my shoulders. A lot of my back and chest still felt exposed from the cold. I wondered what it was that I was wearing.

"Not quite yet, let me fix your hair a bit" she said.

I stood there as Michelle got up on a chair, and did something to play around with my hair. I imagined that I felt a very slight extra weight on my head now. I heard her get down, and wheel the full length mirror over to where I was standing.

"Open your eyes" she said. "Surprise."

I opened my eyes, and blinked as they became accustomed to the bright light of the room. I was looking at myself in the mirror. I was standing there, wearing a dress. A wedding dress.

 

I was wearing a wedding dress! I looked like a bride! The dress was bright white, and very full at the bottom, poofing out in all directions. The V at the top showed off my fake boobs. It made them look huge! The corset gave me a slim waist, so it looked like I had an hourglass figure. The dress was all lacy and frilly, and I felt even more intimidated than before. I was wearing a veil, which was left up. I looked like a bride.

 

"Now lets practice your walk" said Michelle, as she pulled down my veil. She put a corsage into my trembling hand, and started to lead me out the door, back to the living room. As soon as we stepped through the door, I shuddered. We were not alone. The room was filled with people.

The couches had been moved aside. I hadn't heard what had gone on in the living room, because of the thick walls of the old building, and the music in the bedroom. There were other changes to the room too. At the far end, there was a small riser. A woman stood there, dressed in a black robe. A judge!

On the left, were two of Heather's friends dressed in ugly forest green dresses. With their hair French braided, and too much makeup, there was no mistaking them for bridesmaids. On the other side were two men I didn't recognize, wearing tuxedos with red ties. Next to them was Heather.

She wore a tuxedo as well, with a black tie. Her hair was all slicked back, with the long end pulled down into her shirt somehow, so that it looked like she had short hair. There was no mistaking her for a woman though. Her chest pushed out the jacket, which didn't do very much to hide the size of her breasts underneath. The pants were fitted for a woman, showing her curves. She was the groom. And I was the bride!

A person standing on the side of the room pressed a button on a portable CD player, and music started. The wedding march. There was a red carpet from the bedroom door, to the area where the judge stood. Michelle led me by the hand, down the red carpet, and up to the front. I was standing on the side with the bridesmaids. I turned to look at Heather, with my eyes wide open with panic and fear. I had no idea that she had arranged all this. I wasn't ready for this! I looked like a woman, and I was about to become her bride!

I was so confused, so mixed up! But I still felt so passive that I didn't know how to resist. I felt like running away, but that would break Heather's heart. I couldn't. I just froze there, as she took my hand. I was trembling as the judge began the ceremony.

 

We exchanged vows before the judge, after the preliminary speech. The judge turned to me.

"Do promise to love, honor, obey, for all the rest of your days?"

"I do" I managed to squeak out. My throat was dry, and I was shaky. I could barely breath now, from the corset. My heart raced. What was I doing?

"To have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do" I said.

It was all a blur. The next thing I knew, the judge was saying: "By the power vested in my by the State of New York, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Heather lifted my veil, pulled it back, and came together with me. We kissed, and it seemed like the room was spinning.

Music played, and we went down the red carpet. When we got to the end, we turned and faced the crowd who all clapped. The judge walked over, and told us "Congratulations. I'll be in the study, so you can sign the paperwork."

All of Heather's friends greeted us, and congratulated us. Michelle came last, and gave me a big hug. She was crying.

"I always cry at weddings" she said. "You are such a lovely bride."

I hardly knew what to say in return. Thanks?

Heather led me by the hand to the study, where the judge had the paperwork laid out.

"Sign the marriage license first" she said. "Here, and here."

I signed, then watched as Heather signed. It was only then, that I noticed that I had signed on the line marked "Bride". As far as the legal system went, I was the wife now.

"And sign this" said the judge.

I was on autopilot now, just signing whatever she gave me.

"What is this?" I asked, as I handed it back.

"Just the legal paperwork for the name change you requested. Didn't you read it first? Here, look at this paragraph."

I was panting for breath, as I read the legalese. Basically, I had just signed a legal document changing *my* name. Instead of Heather taking my last name, I had just taken hers! *I* was now officially Mrs. Espelie. Mrs. Jeanette Espelie to be exact. Under 'gender', the box for Female was checked. I had just legally changed my name to Jeanette! My legal status was female. Oh no, what had I done?

The judge stamped the papers, and said she would file them right away with the state clerk. I should have yelled 'no', but I was so distraught and short of breath that I felt faint. I felt like I was going to pass out. I froze, as she walked off, papers in hand.

There was nothing I could do now. As far as the State was concerned, I was now a woman. Mrs. Jeanette Espelie, wife of Heather Espelie. I cried at my own wedding.

* * *

 

After I got myself together a little, Heather helped me take off the petticoat that was under my wedding dress. It was rather large and bulky, and it was what had made my dress poof out so much. Without it on, it was a lot easier to get around. Now the skirt hung limply against my body, and there wasn't a constant rustle as I moved about.

I really had to go use the restroom, so I went in, pulled up the skirt, pulled down my nylons and panties, and had a seat so I could go pee. Like a girl. I blushed. The thought hit me: I'm a blushing bride. Great. This wasn't at all what I had thought I was getting into! What was I going to do? This was terrible! I was trapped in a new life. I was a married woman! I had taken Heather's last name. I felt weak, and felt that my whole life had spiraled out of my control, and that there was nothing I could do about it.

I had to wipe myself off between my legs, when I was done peeing. It felt really weird to reach down there and find just a slit, instead of the male equipment I was used to. I kept telling myself that this was just for tonight. Once I had fulfilled my promise to be a woman on our wedding night, I could get this thing off of me. I ached inside of it, being hard for so long.

 

Heather was all smiles, and so supportive of me when I got back out. She complimented me on how pretty I looked, and told me that I was the perfect bride for her, just like she had always dreamed of marrying. She led me by the hand, and we left Michelle's place. She gave me a purse, and told me that all of my temporary ID cards were in it, along with our tickets.

"Tickets?" I said.

"Yes" she replied. "We are going to a tropical island, in the Caribbean."

A limo was waiting for us, and whisked us off to La Guardia airport for our flight. We weren't leaving on a commercial jet; instead Heather had chartered a private jet for us. We got on board, and I found that there was a full staff to wait on us. I asked for a drink before we took off.

"One champagne for the lady" said the flight attendant, as she handed me the glass, "and one for the lucky groom."

I felt like getting drunk. Very drunk. I gulped my champagne, and fastened my seat belt for takeoff. I looked out the window as we soared higher and higher. Heather squeezed my hand, and we kissed each other quite often. I did love her, but how had I let this get so out of hand?

 

After we reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain turned off the seat belt sign.

"Lets change into something more comfortable" said Heather. She led me down the aisle (again, in an ironic way!), past the galley and the restroom, and into a small private room in the back of the plane.

"This is where I set up my mobile office when I'm traveling on business" she said.

"You own this plane?" I asked, amazed. These things cost millions.

"Actually, I lease it. It is a better deal for tax purposes. But yes, this is mine. I employ the crew, who are on standby, ready to leave on 4 hours notice, at anytime."

"Wow" I said. "I didn't realize you had *that* much money."

"I didn't want to frighten you off when we were dating, but yes, I have a lot. My family always was well off, but my business has boomed, and today, at least on paper, I am worth hundreds of millions of dollars. That means that we can go anywhere we want. We can do anything we want. You can buy anything *you* want, because now you're my wife."

I was too shocked by this latest revelation to say anything. What other surprises did Heather have up her sleeve?

"But I do have one favor to ask of you" she said.

"What's that?" I replied.

"I'd like for you to be a housewife. I want you to quit your job, so you can stay at home."

Now my job kind of sucked. Long hours, stupid boss, not enough pay, two hour daily commute. Stress, pressure, and for what? A little paycheck that would mean nothing compared to what Heather had? This was a no-brainer.

"Sure" I replied.

I didn't like the term 'housewife', but because I was playing the role of a woman for our wedding night, Heather seemed determined to treat me like one. Once I was able to go back to being myself again, think how awesome it would be. Life in a huge condo by Central Park. Do whatever I want. Buy anything I want. Go on vacations in our private jet. How could I possibly *want* to work?

I envisioned all that I would do. I'd get season tickets for the Knicks. I'd go to the museums. I'd buy Armani suits and a gold watch. I'd get the biggest TV screen you've ever seen, and a killer stereo, hooked up with speakers in every room in the house. I'd buy a network of computers, and surf the internet all day. I would live a life of fun and leisure. I looked at Heather with a new appreciation.

She had been so smart. By hiding her real wealth, she knew that I loved her for who she was, not for her money. I was truly lucky to have her in my life!

"I'm so glad you feel that way" she replied. "Now lets get out of these clothes. I have a couple of outfits already picked out. This one is mine, and here is yours."

For herself, Heather had a very tropical looking dress. It was a yellow print, with pictures of palm trees, sunsets, volcanos, and hula girls. It was the kind that only had one shoulder strap, making it look dangerously close to falling off of her gorgeous body at any moment. She stepped into yellow flip-flops, with large flowers on the thong between the toes.

For myself, she selected another tropical outfit. Mine was orange, with broken patterns of lines and strips, which kind of made you think of a tigress. It had thin straps over the shoulders, and had a hemline that wasn't straight across. Instead, it hung down lower on the left side, and about six inches higher on the right. The hem was also ragged, making you think "primitive" when you saw it.

She also had a pair of flip-flops for me, although mine were pink, with glittery fake jewels, and a little flower as well. She let my hair down too. And best of all: she had me take off the corset before I got into it. Now I wore a strapless bra, and it felt like I had nothing on by comparison! I could breath again. I felt *so* much better. No pantyhose, no corset. I actually enjoyed how I felt now (believe it or not!). It was just such a relief to get out of that stuff, that even though I was wearing a very feminine outfit, and even though I was still in the fake pussy and had the fake boobs, I felt like myself again. Well, almost.

"You look very pretty in that" I said, marveling at her natural beauty.

"And you look very pretty yourself" she replied.

We kissed and hugged for a while. I wanted her *so* much. And now we were married, so I wouldn't have to wait anymore. As soon as we got to our hotel, checked in, and got to our room, I was going to have her! Finally.

 

We went back up front, and watched a romantic comedy, had more drinks, and the time flew by. We had a light meal (I wasn't very hungry yet, so that was good). We drank some water, since you get so dehydrated when you fly. We talked. We kissed.

Before I knew it, we were descending for landing. The island we were heading towards looked fairly small, and not all that developed.

"Where are we?"

"A little private island, that has a small resort that costs $1500 a night to stay at" she said.

"Ouch!" I replied.

She laughed.

"You'll get used to having money, dear. We can do things like this if we want to! What's the point of having money if you don't spend some of it to have fun?"

"Okay" I said. "I'll try to forget, but that seems like a lot."

She kissed me, and giggled. I giggled back, which made me want to kiss her again.

 

A limo was waiting for us at the air strip (not really an airport...it was not very highly developed!). We rode fifteen minutes to the resort, which was stunningly beautiful. We were staying in a private building, which was larger than my flat, times ten. Out the back window, there was a waterfall going into a pool of water. Palm trees everywhere, swaying in the tropical breeze. Brightly colored macaws and parrots were making noises in the trees. The grass was perfectly manicured, and greener than green. There were tropical plants everywhere. Large bright flowers filled the air with a sweet scent. This was truly paradise, and it was all ours.

We rode on a golf cart with a man dressed all in white. He took us to the door after giving us a quick tour of the grounds, as the sunlight faded. He carried in our bags, which Heather had packed in advance, knowing that we were going to be here. It was all still a surprise to me!

"Here you go ladies" he said.

It was hard to get used to being called 'Ma'am', 'lady' and 'Miss', which I had been hearing all day from limo drivers, flight attendants, and now the valet. It was another reminder, as if having these *things* sticking out in front of me wasn't bad enough. Worse yet, was that he had an air of flirting with us, as he gave us the tour. I did *not* like it one bit, having a man flirt with me. I wanted to get out of this getup and be myself again even more now.

Heather tipped him with a twenty dollar bill, and I shook my head. It would be hard getting used to having money! I looked around the room, which was amazing. Indoor plants. Whirlpool tub, six feet by six feet. King size bed, complete with canopy. Couches. Large screen TV. A fully stocked bar. A full kitchen. Two bathrooms. A dining area! Everything you could imagine, and more.

Heather started to unpack her trunk. There was a walk-in closet, where she started hanging up all her things, as well as a large dresser where she put her panties, bras, and other accessories. She unloaded her makeup bag, and other personal effects into the bathroom that adjoined our bedroom.

Lastly, she pulled out two sets of very sexy looking lingerie, which she hung from the door.

"We will unpack your bag tomorrow" she said. "For now, I want you. I can't wait any longer."

"That is just how I feel" I said, feeling a tingle all over. I wanted this woman. Now! I had dated her, and waited far longer than I had for any woman in all my life. I ached for her. I needed her.

Heather smiled. Now was our time.

"Lets get ready for bed" she said.

Heather took down one of the sets of lingerie, and handed it to me.

"I'll go put on mine, and wait for you in bed. You go put on yours, and come in to join me."

It was kind of a slap in the face, to think that I was going to have to join her in bed, as a woman. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to feel myself slide up inside her. I did NOT want to put on sexy lingerie, and keep pretending to be a woman. But this is what she wanted. I would do this for her. After I made her happy, she would be sure to make me happy. Tomorrow, I'd nail her. Tonight, I'd do whatever she wanted me to do.

I took the hanger with my lingerie set, went into the bathroom, and shut the door. I heard a rustle of clothes as she changed. I undressed as well, and looked at my lingerie. I had a red silk halter chemise, which was made of the softest material I had ever touched. It was so fine that it was almost see-through. There was also a matching panty, which had a lot of lace in it. The only solid area covered the triangle of my pubic hair and 'my' pussy. Other than that, you could see through it too. I felt naked, and I was glad that only Heather would ever see me like this!

I looked in the mirror, and just could not believe how much I looked like a chick. My boobs looked so real. the way the front of my panties laid so flat, it looked real too. Not to mention my pretty hair, my makeup, and my jewelry. I felt so intimidated by all of this. I felt really scared now too.

I put on the other accessory with my outfit: red stilettos, with six inch heels. I was a bit wobbly in them, even after being in heels all day. My legs ached a bit from all that, I was going to be glad when I didn't have to wear them anymore!

I knocked on the door.

"I'm ready lover" said Heather.

I walked through the door, and there she was, laying seductively on the bed. She had on an open-mesh corslette, which had kind of a bra thing over her boobs, then mesh with a floral pattern all over her body. It came down to just over the top of her panties, which were also black lace. Garters hung down, holding up fishnet stockings. Wow! She looked so hot! I felt like I was going to burst, inside of my fake pussy.

"Wow, you look gorgeous" I said.

"And you too, Jeanette. Come here my love. Tonight, I am going to make you a woman."

I strode over to her, trying my best to do a sexy strut in the stilettos. This is what she really wanted, so I would do my best to play the part. But I couldn't wait for tomorrow, when she would do the same for me! I didn't like being called 'Jeanette', but that was actually my legal name now. I was Mrs. Jeanette Espelie. I came over to the bed to fulfill my wifely duties.

 

We began with a lot of hugging and kissing. Heather was so tender, so gentle! I tried my best to mimic her touch, her softness, her gentle caress. I knew that what she was doing to me, was what she wanted for herself. I don't know how long the foreplay went on, but it was just so wonderful that it is hard to describe. I was *so* ready for her, but we went slowly, and the anticipation kept building up.

"You are such a beautiful woman!" she would tell me. "Your tits are so big, they turn me on. I feel all wet inside when I look at them" she said. Or "You are so pretty Jeanette. You are the woman of my dreams. I always wanted to marry a girl like you. You are so hot!"

I tried to play along. This was her fantasy.

"You're getting me all wet" I said, which made her face light up with just the biggest smile I had ever seen from her. The way things like that turned her on, I kept it up, for her sake.

"I want you so much" I said. "I am *so* ready for you. Take me. I'm yours."

I spread my legs wide open, as I lay on my back. Heather giggled, and reached down to me, where she started to take off my clothes. I did the same to her, and we worked it like a slow dance, with each step, removing one more item of clothes. Fifteen minutes later, we were caressing each other all over, and we were both completely naked, except for the stiletto heels I was still wearing, at her insistence.

"I want to make love to you, when you're in heels" she said.

"Anything for you my love" I replied.

"Tell me you're my woman" she said.

"I am your woman" I replied. "Take me."

She smiled. The smile that I learned by now meant something: she had yet another surprise for me. Heather walked over to the night stand by the bed, and picked up something that looked like a garage door opener: a black plastic rectangle with a gray button.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your remote control" she replied.

"My remote?" I asked.

"Yes. You see, your pussy is not just silicon get and rubber. There is a battery inside of it."

"A battery?" I asked.

"Yes. When I push the button, you get activated."

She pushed the button, and smiled generously.

"I don't feel any different" I said.

"That is because of how it works. Your penis is surrounded by a gel, which is very good at transmitting vibrations. Your clit has a large number of sensors, which the battery has now activated, as well as ones inside your vaginal wall. When stimulated, the sensations are transmitted through wires, which send an electric current to a vibrating membrane. The gel transmits these vibrations onto you, and you will feel them."

"Wow, that sounds complex. This thing must be expensive."

"Nothing but the best for my girl" she said, smiling and shrugging her shoulders. "One of my companies developed it, and soon it will be available for sale on the internet. It may sound complex, but wait until you feel it. Now lay on your back, and spread your legs wide open for me. I'm going to teach you how girls make love to each other. Try to pay attention, because next, you're going to do me."

I cannot explain how emasculating it felt to lay on my back, with my head propped up on soft pillows, and to look down my body to see boobs, and a pussy. And with six inch stiletto heels on my feet. Then to have the girl of my dreams stick out her tongue, and go down on me. Instead of putting her mouth over my man-thing like I had dreamed of, she was sticking her tongue into me, stimulating the clit on my fake pussy. She was licking my clit!

"Oh god!" I said, as the first wave of vibrations hit me.

Imagine all the sensations you get during a good long blow job. Then imagine getting them all at once. That was just from the first contact of her tongue on my clit.

"Talk to me Jeanette" she said. "Tell me how much you like me sucking your pussy."

She kissed me down there, and again my whole body was rocked by the sensations. They hit me down in my very *soul*. With each tender caress, with each lick, with each touch, I felt more and more in love with her. It was so good, that I even lost my inhibitions about pretending to be a woman, and I started to talk to her like she wanted. Anything to keep this unbelievable feeling going!

"Oh suck my pussy" I said. "You've got me all wet. Yes! Lick my clit there! Oh, you make me feel so pretty. I love having your tongue in my pussy like that."

It kept building up, and building up. It was inconceivable that I didn't have an orgasm yet!

"Oh baby, I'm your woman" I said. "Oh, I want to feel you like this all the time. Suck my clit harder!"

With that, I came. Not the ordinary two seconds of explosions. Not a big spurt. Instead, it was like the stuff inside me oozed out slowly, and the orgasm was just as long and drawn out. When it was done, my head collapsed back onto the pillow. I was exhausted, but happy. I was aglow, and more than willing and eager to go down on her now, to return the favor.

We switched positions, and I started on her. I tried to do to her what she had just done to me. Now and then she would tell me to go slower or softer, but I think I did pretty good overall. All the while, as my face was buried in the mound of her pussy, my tongue working on her clit and tasting her juices, she talked to me.

"Yes baby, you're doing good. I love having a pretty girl like you with her mouth on my pussy. Taste me. That was just how *your* pussy tasted to me. You're a beautiful girl now, and you've got a pussy too. I love you my pretty darling. Oh, you are such a sexy woman. Your boobs turn me on so much!"

It felt very intimidating to have her keep telling me that I was a woman, and to keep calling me a pretty girl. Not to mention her telling me over and over that I had a pussy, and that I was just like her now.

"Yes my love! You're making love to me as a woman now. You are doing such a good job! Oh, Jeanette, I love you so much! I'm so happy that you're my wife! Suck me harder baby! Yes!"

I could feel her shake all over. I knew she was coming. Suddenly, she started laughing, and she pushed me away, giggling as my tongue slid down her slit one last time.

"I get so ticklish down there!" she said. "Wow. You were really good."

I had to use a towel to wipe the drool and pussy juice off of my face. I had done my job. I had made love to her, on our wedding night, as a woman to consummate the marriage. I had fulfilled my promise. I was tired, exhausted, and ready for bed now. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, when I could go back to being the man, and do this all again, the right way.

Heather had matching nighties for us, and I didn't even argue. I just put it on, and went to bed. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and I had to admit that I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I was now married to the woman of my dreams.

* * *

 

The next morning, I woke up happy and refreshed. Heather was already up, and she was making coffee for us in the kitchen. I got up, walked over to her, and kissed her.

"You were good last night" she said, as she kissed me.

"And so were you!" I replied, kissing back. "I love you."

"And I love you!"

She pinched me in the butt, and I jumped in surprise.

We drank our coffee, and looked at the sunrise over the ocean. We had a large window facing the beach, and it was completely private, so I didn't have to fear someone looking in and seeing me like this, dressed like a woman, wearing a nightie.

I had to go use the restroom, so now was the perfect time to get the fake pussy off of me. I had played her little game, and done far more than any man should have to do, in order to give his spouse a perfect wedding night. Today would be my turn.

I sat down on the toilet, and reached down to take the thing off of me. It wouldn't budge. I pulled harder, but it was stuck! I decided to try the boobs instead. They too refused to budge, and it hurt if I pulled too hard. I was frustrated at this development. Maybe I needed a hot shower to steam them off. I took a pee, since I really had to go, and I was sitting on the toilet already. One last time with my pussy, then I could stand like a man again.

I started the shower running, and got the water as hot as I could stand. I got in, and let it fall all over me. I lathered up all over, then tried to pry off the fake pussy again. Ouch! It was still stuck. I was getting mad now, and tried to pull off my boobs. They too were not going anywhere. I tried to pull off my wig. That was stuck on too! I was trapped inside all of the feminizing gear, and I couldn't get out of it! I was in a panic.

"Heather!" I called.

"Yes?" she replied, as she walked into the bathroom, naked. She had been planning on joining me in the shower! She stepped in, and I was immediately in awe of her beauty. I could not believe that this ideal of feminine perfection was *mine*, and that she loved me as much as I loved her.

"Well, I'm trying to get these off, but they're stuck" I said, pulling on my boobs. "And I can't get my pussy off either."

"You sure got off on it last night" she said, laughing. I joined in with her little joke, but I was serious. I wanted out of it, now!

"Very funny" I said. "But now I did what I promised. I was a woman for our wedding night. Now I want to go back to being me."

"Now Jeanette" she said, "you also promised me that you would be my woman and my man. That wasn't just for our wedding night. That was for all the time."

"True" I said. "I'll do this for you, and get dressed up when you need me to. But now I want to enjoy my honeymoon as myself."

"Jeanette, you're not listening to me. This..." (she pointed at my pussy, then my boobs) "...*this* is you."

"But..." I started.

"You think of yourself as a man made up to look like a woman, don't you?"

"Yes!" I replied. It was the truth.

"And that is why I had Michelle use the special glue, that lasts for a month. You need to stay like this, until you get used to it. You need to *feel* like a woman inside. You need to *believe* that you are a woman. Only then, will you be able to go back and forth at will. If I need you to go into female mode, it won't work if it takes you spending half a day with Michelle to get back into it. You need to be able to just *be* a woman, on demand, when need be."

"You mean I'm stuck like this for a whole month?" I said, dumbfounded.

"It might be as little as three weeks. It might be five. It depends on how your skin reacts to the glue. But please don't think of it as being 'stuck'. Think of this as a learning experience."

She turned me around, and started to wash my back as we talked.

"You are learning about women in a more intimate way than most men ever get to. You will learn things that only other women know, and that will set you apart and make you special. Your mind hasn't even really accepted that fact that you're a girl, has it? Until *you* think you're a girl, how am *I* supposed to believe that you are one? If we are to be together, and find true happiness, I need you to do this for me."

 

And there it was. Our future together hinged one me really learning how to be a woman. I was trembling now. It was one thing to act like a chick and dress up like one for a day. But to do it for a whole month was something entirely different.

She wanted me to actually *believe* that I was a woman. How could I ever do that? I was looking at my immediate future, like early mountain climbers must have felt when they looked up at Mt. Everest: I had an impossible task before me. In order to get back to maleness, I had to plunge into the full depths of femininity. In order to be a man again, I had to become a woman.

I cried as she washed between my legs. I was stuck as a woman now, no matter what Heather wanted to call it.

* * *

 

After the initial shock of learning my fate for the next month, I calmed down. We ate breakfast together in our silken bathrobes, and sipped hot coffee. We had fresh fruit, Danish, and cheeses. After we cleaned up, Heather wanted me to go unpack my bags, so my clothes didn't get too wrinkled from being packed up for so long.

I went to the walk in closet, and opened my bag. Instead of finding *my* clothes, I discovered something else: a full array of women's clothes. Not one male garment in the entire bag. I unpacked *my* new clothes. *My* panties. My bras. My skirts, blouses, cami tops, dresses, V-neck sweaters, nylons, capri pants and lingerie. I put away my high heels, sandals, flip-flops, slippers and flats. I found that I had makeup kits, nail polish, purses, hats, sunglasses, and other accessories. All clothes for a woman. All mine.

"Lets go to the beach!" said Heather enthusiastically. She pulled out a yellow string bikini, but I couldn't imagine myself in one of them, so I dug out the light blue one-piece swimsuit from my bag. It had high cut sides, showing a lot of my hips, a deep V at the neck exposing the tops of my fake boobs, and straps over the shoulders that were about one inch wide. There was a white stripe down each side, which got wider when it got near the tummy, to give a slimming effect. I felt downright out of place it in, but it was better than wearing a bikini!

We put suntan lotion all over each other. I burned kind of easily, so put on one of my hats from my collection. It was white, with a wide red ribbon going around it, tied off in a decorative bow. The brim was wide and floppy, and it kept the sun off of my face. I also put on large dark sunglasses. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. My boobs made the chest stand out, and the bumps from the hard nipples were visible and prominent.

 

We went outside, and sunned ourselves on the white wooden beach chairs. It was so wonderful and relaxing to be alone, on our private stretch of beach, with the roar of the ocean and the salt air on the breeze. The guy in the white uniform came around, and we ordered Pina Coladas to drink, and tuna salad sandwiches for lunch. He flirted with us, and I did my best to ignore it. I didn't want to fail at this, pretending to *feel* be a girl, so that I could get back to being myself quicker. I even laughed, and said something back to him.

"Why you little Minx" said Heather, after he left. "We haven't even been married a day, and you're already flirting with a guy, right in front of me!"

"Would you rather I flirt with a girl?" I asked, smiling.

"You *are* a little hottie minx!" she said.

 

After waiting the requisite half hour, we went for a swim, and the water turned out to be warm and wonderful. I was slightly more buoyant now that I was used to, with two large 'floatation devices' attached to my chest. I floated on my back, and looked at them and the hard nipples as I floated.

We got out, and dried off with the large soft cotton towels from the resort, white with pink strips. I watched Heather as she applied suntan lotion to her legs. God, she looked sexy. I wondered if she thought the same of me, as I put lotion on my legs as well. Seeing a hot chick at the beach was always intimidating for an average guy like myself. I wondered what guys would think, if they saw me now. Would they think *I* was hot? I wasn't sure that I liked even *thinking* of that.

After a while, we went in and showered off, to get the sand off of us. We washed each other off in the shower, and then dried off. Heather showed me how girls did some things, like patting my face instead of wiping across it, so I wouldn't stretch the skin. Or how to tie my towel up like a turban, to help dry off my long hair.

When we were done, we were going to get dressed up, and go for a walk. I selected a khaki skirt, and a white cami top. It was when I was getting ready to put the top on, that I noticed something alarming: tan lines. I had tan lines from the straps of the swimsuit on my shoulders! This made me feel terrible. Even if I could go back to being a man right away, I wouldn't be able to let anyone see me, or they would see the outline of the straps over my shoulders, and the deep V on my chest. I didn't like this one bit!

I didn't have a bra on, so my nipples really showed through my shirt again. I decided that I had better get used to wearing one with everything, because having my nipples show through was worse than being in a bra! But it was way better than wearing the corset. I never wanted to do *that* again.

"Take your skirt off, and try this on" said Heather. She handed me something which I couldn't identify. "You put this around your waist. It gives you some padding in the hips, so your skirts, dresses and pants will fit better, since your middle doesn't have enough of a womanly shape."

I put it on, and the skirt did lay a lot better on me. It gave me curves, and made me look like I did have a more womanly body. I knew better than to ask, but she was going to want me in this all the time now.

"Oh, lets paint each other's toenails" she said, as she pulled up her own skirt. She had one yellow tropical print top, and an equally bright little skirt that fit loosely so it would flutter in the breeze. Heather had that air of ease and grace that only the most beautiful women have. If I was trying to be more feminine, she was a great role model. I would try my best. I had to if I was to be myself again. I would study her every move, and try as much as I could to move and act the same way.

"That would be fun!" I replied, trying to get into the spirit.

My being excited about it really made her light up, so I knew that I was on the right track. She did my toenails first, explaining to me what she was doing, and teaching me what I would need to do. Not too thin, not too thick, get the right amount on the brush, use this kind of stroke to apply it, and so on.

Then I did her toenails, although not quite as good of a job as she did on me. I knew that we would have plenty of time to practice this again, so I didn't sweat it. I also realized that I was going to need to learn how to do this to my own fingernails, where it would show a lot more if I messed up.

She helped me do my hair, and explained that I would gradually start doing more and more of my own beauty ritual, after I learned it from her. She did my makeup, being careful to explain every step, why it was done, what you used, and how to do it. Her theory was 'less is more', and she didn't put on nearly as much as Michelle had. I liked it a lot better Heather's way, although I had to laugh, feeling *happy* about how my makeup looked. I was still wearing lipstick, mascara, eyeshadow and a few other little touches, and I was glad about it! Wow, what a difference a day makes!

 

I put on a pair of white and pink sandals, and started off walking with Heather. We talked about all kinds of things, ranging from our hopes, our dreams, and our future together. She put her arm around me, and I just about melted. I loved her so much. Being a girl was worth it, if it meant I got to be with her.

"I love you" I said. "I am one very lucky woman."

 

We ate dinner at the main area of the resort. There were only a dozen or so suites the size of ours, and another area that was more like regular hotel rooms. There were dozens of people in the dining room, and at first I felt very self-conscious. They would see me, and think I was a man dressed up as a woman. But nobody said anything, and after a while (and a couple of Mai Tais), I relaxed and forgot about it.

I worked hard on sitting like Heather did, eating elegantly with small bites like she did, sipping my water as she did, or using my napkin like she did. She noticed each of these small efforts, and smiled warmly. Under the table, her warm leg was rubbing up against mine, and I felt very aroused.

We took a walk after dinner, and watched the sunset on the beach. Then it was back to our room for another night of making love to each other. As a man, I had sometimes banged a broad in twenty minutes, then took off. But with Heather, making love as two women, we took hours, and it was delightful. It was even better the second night, than the first. The fear was gone, replaced by warmth and intimacy.

I was getting to know her body better, learning better how and were to touch her. She had me suck on her nipples while I played with her pussy using my fingers. I kind of wished I could feel what she did, but my boobs were just these large silicon gel things, and my nipples had no feeling.

"You should get your company to make boobs that transmit sensations from the nipples, like the clit does in the fake pussy."

"Good idea" she said. "I'll propose that at our next meeting."

"I wish I could feel your mouth around my nipples" I said. "It really seemed to get you excited when I did it to you."

"Maybe one day, you'll want real boobs like mine" she said, smiling.

Now *that* was a scary thought! Not something to even joke about! As much as I wanted to get into the role so I could learn how to feel like a real woman, I did *not* want to get real breasts of my own. No way!

* * *

 

The next morning, after breakfast, Heather told me to get dressed up in the golf outfit she had bought me. I dug through my closet, and pulled it out. There was a pink and white sleeveless, collared shirt for the top, along with a matching skirt. I put them on, along with short anklet socks, and white athletic shoes.

For herself, Heather had a yellow and white outfit, with a similar style top, but shorts instead of a skirt. She pulled my hair back tight into a ponytail, which she then threaded through the back of a golf cap. For herself, she did the same with her hair, but she had a white visor.

Heather called the front desk on the phone, and a minute later the guy in the white uniform arrive with the golf cart. We grabbed our purses, and got on. He took us to a waiting helicopter, which flew us across the ocean, to the next island, where the golf course was. I had to admit I was scared, never having flown on a helicopter before!

When we landed, we didn't just go out and play: Heather insisted we hit on the driving range first. She gave me a special golf glove to wear. It was a "half-glove" covering my palm, and my fingers just up to the knuckle. This left my wedding ring exposed, along with my long painted fingernails.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to hit a golf ball like a girl" she said.

Men try to kill the ball, but Heather explained how women hit. She showed me, and made me mimic her. I wasn't getting it, so she had me back off, and we spent some time as I learned to throw like a girl. Once I had that down, then learning to swing a golf club like one was a lot easier.

Now we were ready to play (after a quick snack at the pro shop). Of course, once in the pro shop, we both ended up buying a new outfit each, and golf shoes for each other. *Now* we were ready to play.

They paired us up with two gentlemen, each in their forties. They were tall and handsome, and very flirtatious. Of course, this made me feel very intimidated and vulnerable. I could feel each puff of wind under my skirt, underneath which I tensed up as they scoped me out. It was a very uncomfortable feeling to say the least!

I watched as each of them hit long drives from the gold tees, the ones furthest back. Much longer than I could ever hit. I stood up, and went to get the driver out of my pink golf bag.

"Get in the cart" hissed Heather. "We hit from the red tees, remember? You're a woman now, and you hit from up front!"

I was a little embarrassed. I didn't want to make her think I had forgotten trying to be a woman.

"Better women golfers hit from the back tees" I said. "Anika Sorenstam can out hit most men."

"And you're not her. So you hit from the red tees. And don't forget to hit it like a girl!"

 

Now when you tee off the first hole of a golf round, you always feel nervous. Standing there in my skirt, with both Heather and the two guys watching me, I felt more nervous than I had ever been before on a golf course. I needed to step back, and take a deep breath. I remembered something I had seem women golfers do when I had played a round with them in the past, so I tried it now.

I turned from the tee, faced Heather, and just started to talk.

"...and so I couldn't believe what that girl in the pro shop was wearing!" I was saying, as Heather nodded back at me.

"Excuse me, it's your turn to hit" said the one man impatiently.

"Oh, sorry, You know us girls" I said. "Always talking. I guess I'll go hit now."

There. I got to relax, *and* score some points with Heather for acting in a silly girlish manner. I tried my best to hit like a girl. I concentrated on the feeling of nothing dangling down between my legs, under my skirt, and the feeling of my breasts under my shirt. That was intimidating enough to me, to keep my testosterone out of my swing. I hit the ball just okay, but with the hundred yard advantage we had over the guys off the tee, my drive ended up better than either of theirs. Cool!

After that, I calmed right down and relaxed. I started having a lot of fun. I talked a lot with Heather, and I even talked with the guys. You could tell by the way they looked at each other, that they thought they were going to score with us. They offered to buy us drinks when the beer cart came around, so we accepted.

I made sure to make a show of fixing my lipstick before I teed off on the next hole, since some of it had smudged off on the bottle. The guys sighed impatiently as I looked in my little mirror, and did my lipstick. Then I tucked it away carefully in my purse, and returned the purse to the little basket behind the seats of the cart.

 

After 18 holes, I felt tired from being out in the sun for so long. We went to the clubhouse to get a drink, before we flew back to our resort to wash up, then get dinner.

"Would you ladies be interested in dinner with us?" said Mike, the one with the sandy blonde hair.

Heather looked at me, covered her face, and giggled. I smiled back at her.

"I'm so sorry Mike" I said. "You guys were a lot of fun to hang out with, but Heather and I are both spoken for. See, I have a ring."

"How could I miss that?" said Mike. "I was just hoping that you'd like to hang out with us tonight, have some dinner, some drinks, go dancing, and a romantic walk on the beach."

"We're not that kind of women!" I said, and turned around to storm off in a huff. Heather followed me, and we laughed as we ran back to the helicopter.

"What kind of woman *are* you?" she asked me, as we took off.

"The kind that *loves* you" I replied, as I kissed her.

* * *

 

The next day, we played tennis at our resort. I wore a white skirt that had built-in shorts underneath, so you didn't expose anything as your ran. I also had on a tank-top, which had a built-in bra, so you didn't see my nipples as much. Heather wore white short-shorts, and a red top. She looked hot. The pro was drooling over us, and asked if we were sisters, since we had the same last name!

"Something like that" I said, as we looked at each other and laughed some more.

We had a great time, and I didn't feel nearly as self-conscious about being a woman in front of strangers. I was getting used to having boobs, wearing skirts, and being called 'Jeanette'. As our two weeks on the island slipped by, it all started to get routine. Wearing makeup, dressing up in pretty clothes, wearing bras, panties, nighties and other frilly things became normal.

In fact, one sad side effect was that seeing Heather in lingerie was not longer the turn-on that it was before. She wasn't wearing something *different* and exotic to me. She was wearing something like *I* would wear. In my mind, I had taken another step forward, another step towards starting to think of myself as a woman.

* * *

 

When we got back to New York, and arrived at the condo on Central Park West, it struck me as being a significant occasion. This was the first time that we were going into her place as a married couple. It was now my place. *Our* place together.

I unpacked, and found that she had emptied out a big area of her massive walk-in closet, which was bigger than the bedroom in my place! Although 'emptied' wasn't the right word, because in fact she had purchased for me dozens upon dozens of cute outfits. I checked out all the skirts, dresses, sexy tops, short pants, leather boots, and rows of shoes she had purchased for me. I had a *huge* wardrobe of women's clothes now. All mine. And it didn't bother me anymore.

Nor did it bother me that my new driver's license had arrived, and it had me as Jeanette Espelie, and the letter "F" for gender. A picture of me in the wig was on the front of it, and I wondered how they got the DMV to use one that someone else took. I guess money can buy you better services there too.

 

So now Heather went off to work, and I was the housewife. At first, it wasn't all that bad. I went to the Met to see the paintings. I saw a Broadway show. I walked in Central Park, and went to the zoo. I went to the MOMA. I did all the things I had been meaning to do, but hadn't had the time to get around to. And I did them all as a woman.

The evenings were great, because I spent them with Heather. But to tell you the truth, I was getting lonely and bored during the day. One evening, I told her this.

"I need something to do! I'm going crazy being here all day by myself. Isn't there something in your company I can do?"

"Well, there is a job you could help me with this week" she said.

"What's that?"

I was eager to get out, and to help her.

"Well, we have a meeting with two men from one of our manufacturing companies. These two have a reputation. They hit on anything in a skirt."

"And you want me to talk to them?"

Wow, at last I'd get to be myself again. I hadn't even mentioned it, even though we were coming up on a month. I was hoping she'd release me, and let me go back. But no such luck yet. And I didn't want to press the issue. I didn't want to sound like a man, complaining that I had to prove my manhood to her. If I didn't say anything, she would think I was thinking like a woman now, as she wanted. Does that make sense?

"I can do that" I said confidently.

"Now here's the plan. They'll hit on you, like the do all the girls. But you are the one woman I know I can trust. You are the one woman who is 100% committed to me, and would never even for a moment be swayed by them because they are handsome men. You will help me. You will be my secretary."

Her secretary? Me? That wasn't quite what I had in mind! I had to say something, now.

"Um, Heather, listen. It has been almost one month since we got married, and..."

"Excellent point Jeanette. We wouldn't want you losing a boob during your meeting! You need to wear something revealing, so that they're really hanging out. I'll have Michelle fix you up again tonight, so you're in 100% top form. I think you're ready for some bigger boobs too, now that you're used to those. How would you like that?"

 

So she didn't think of me as a woman yet. I hadn't convinced her. I *had* to play along further.

"I'd love it!" I said.

"Great! I'll call her right now."

 

And so it was that I found myself back at Michelle's, taking a hot lavender bath, and finding myself out of the boobs for a short time. With them off my chest, do you know what I felt? Naked! After a month of having them there, I felt funny without them. But the new ones: they were even bigger. I felt that same old intimidation all over again.

I couldn't even bear to look as she removed my fake pussy, and put it back on (after changing the battery). I didn't even want to see myself with a man-thing between my legs, so that I wouldn't think of myself that way. I had to think feminine, so that I could convince Heather.

 

I returned to her looking more feminine than before. She put me into a bigger set of hip pads, and gave me padded panties that made my butt look more like that of a woman. We went shopping, and I bought a business suit. It had a very tight gray skirt, and a matching jacket that had a single button in the front. I picked out a very lacy white blouse, with poofy collar and cuffs. I also bought a new pair of black high heeled shoes. Now I was ready to knock them dead.

I wore my hair up, put on extra makeup, and extra jewelry. I wore extra perfume too, and got ready to meet the men. I sat at the little desk out front of Heather's office, and I filed my nails as I waited. There wasn't too much to do, so I read a romance novel I found in the desk.

I did take a couple of calls for her, and pick up her mail. I also went out and got us coffee. Finally, the men showed up. I made them wait, like Heather told me to. I pretended to talk on the phone to a girlfriend, as I filed my nails nonchalantly, like she had taught me to. The men thought I wasn't listening, but in fact I was. And it was really Heather on the other end of the phone. We heard them as they talked about their strategy for the meeting.

When I hung up, they started hitting on me, right away, just as Heather had predicted. I played along, and used subtle feminine techniques to pump them for information.

"Let me go check on Ms. Espelie" I said, as I strutted into Heather's office. We had a good a laugh, as I told her all that I had just learned.

"Great work Jeanette. Call them in now."

"You can come in" I said, smiling, and waving.

"Jeanette, this is private business. Can you please close the door, and wait outside?"

"Yes Ms. Espelie" I said.

I smiled. We had them fooled! I made a wonderful secretary, and it had been a lot of fun today.

 

In fact, that night, I talked it over with Heather.

"I loved it today. I got to be with you, and I got to do something useful. I think that I'd like to start doing that more often."

"You want to be my secretary?" she said.

"Yes!" I replied. "It was fun."

"Now you realize that we can't let anyone at work know we're married, because there are rules in the company against working for your spouse?"

"I understand" I said.

"And you realize that I am going to have to order you around in front of people, like I did today? Are you okay with that?"

"Its not a problem" I replied.

"Well, if this is what *you* want..." she said.

"Thank you!" I said, clapping my hands together. I was happy. A had a job now. I was going to be her secretary!

* * *

 

 

One day, I woke up, and I was having a mid-life crises. I looked at myself, in my silky red nightie, and I had like a panic attack.

"Honey, can you get me coffee?" said Heather.

"Sure" I replied, as I hurried to the kitchen. I always tried to please Heather, and to do what she asked right away. I brought back the coffee, and sat beside her.

"Can I rub your back? Or how about your feet?" I said.

"My feet would be nice. Thank you Jeanette."

"No problem, glad to do it" I replied.

 

I was rubbing her feet, and looking at her, when the feeling hit me again. What am I doing here? Why am I acting like this? I had been a woman for six months now. Not once had I been my former self in that time. And once I started working as Heather's secretary, there had been a subtle shift in our relationship. She ordered me around in the office of course, and I was glad to do things for her there.

But now, she was ordering me around at home too, and I was quick to comply. Always. I wanted just to please her. I suddenly had a terrible vision sweep over me: I was acting like a slave to her. And I was still a woman. When was I going to be a man again? When was I going to be able to make my own choice for something? Anything! She had told me everything to do over the past months, and now I realized that I had become 100% dependent on her for *everything*. How had this happened? How had I become her slave girl?

I stopped rubbing, and looked up at her.

"Jeanette, what's wrong?" she said.

"When can I be a man again?" I asked.

"What do you mean darling?" she replied.

"I thought it was just for one night, but it has been six months. Six months! I've lived as a woman, I've thought as a woman, I've done everything you've asked of me. When can I go back to being a man again?"

Heather stared at me, with surprise in her eyes.

"You hadn't said anything for so long, and you seemed so happy now, that I thought you didn't ever want to go back. I've been thinking of you as a woman for months now. I had no idea you wanted this."

I had been a woman for months, and I could have stopped it long ago? My head was spinning. I had been able to get free any time I wanted, but I had failed to act. This was all *my* own fault! I hadn't been stuck after all. I had just simply failed to grab my own freedom. I felt crushed.

"Go see Michelle. The glue she has been using on you the past four months is different. She can take your things off, and you can come home tonight as a man."

 

I cried a tear of joy. At last, it was all over, and I could resume my life. I put on a jogging suit, which was very gender-neutral, and I took a cab to Michelle's. There, she helped me take off the fake boobs from my chest, and for the first time in six months, my chest was flat and firm again. She also removed the device from between my legs, and I put on boxers instead of panties. I put on my jogging suit, after washing the makeup off my face, and removing the nail polish I was wearing.

My wig was long gone by now, and my own hair had been styled in a pretty feminine manner at the beauty salon. But now, I would be able to go get it cut, and get back to normal again. It felt funny as I rode in the cab on the way home. I felt kind of naked without a bra on, nor makeup. And it felt strange to have a flat chest, with nothing protruding out. I touched myself between my legs, because it was hard to believe that I had my male equipment back out in the open again.

Heather was at work when I got home, so I sat around and watched TV for a while. Then I took a walk in the park. It was a nice day, with crisp fall air. I had to admit that I missed the feeling of a skirt rusting in the breeze, instead of my pants which just hung down sadly.

It was funny how things were different now. So many little subtle things I hadn't noticed before. Like when I was walking in the park as a woman, if a pretty woman was walking the other way, we would look at each other, smile, and walk on. Now that I was man, women coming the other way would take a few steps to the side, and avoid looking at me. I was a threat to them now, and it felt terrible for them to think of me that way.

When I bought a hot pretzel from a vendor, I didn't get the friendly smile and the casual flirting that I did as a woman. Instead, he just handed it to me, and that was that. I reached for my purse to put my change away, but of course I didn't have one now, and that made me feel *feel* naked. How could I go around without a purse to put in all of the things I needed?

 

By the end of the day, I was kind of bored again, since there wasn't much to do. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had to admit that I missed my women's clothes. Now I wore just gray slacks, and a button down blue and white striped shirt. Boring! There were no exciting colors to wear now. No outfits to coordinate. No choices of what to wear over my legs. Instead of picking from skirts of different lengths or several types of pants, now I had just one choice. Boring!

Instead of having dozens of styles of tops, now there were just a couple. I felt so plain, with no makeup on, no nail polish, no jewelry. I realized just how much I was going to miss from the female lifestyle. Not to mention shoes. I had two colors of dress shoes: brown or black. No array of styles and heel sizes. It was a lot simpler, but it was also frustrating not to have choices.

But I would get over all that. I would be a man again now. I couldn't wait until after dinner, because then I would finally be able to make love with Heather the way I had always dreamed of. I was very happy when she arrived home after work.

Now another subtle thing happened that I noticed: the way that she talked to me changed ever so slightly. When I was a fellow sister woman, no intimate detail of her day was out of bounds for discussion. We had developed a closeness beyond what I had ever thought I could have with her. But now, there was this difference between us, and I could tell that she was somewhat hesitant to tell me certain things.

I put that out of my mind thought, because now that we were done with dinner, we could move on to the goal I had been dreaming of, ever since I met her. I took her hand, and led her to the bedroom. I undressed her, and she undressed me. We held each other. We kissed.

Soon, we headed for the bed. She laid down on her back, and spread her legs wide open for me.

"Come on in lover" she said. "I want to feel you inside me."

I approached her, and got ready to mount her. I grabbed my manhood, to steer it into her warm wet opening. But I wasn't hard enough yet to penetrate her. She smiled, and started to give me a BJ, to get me fully aroused. That helped some, but looking down, and seeing her mouth going *over* my, instead of *into* me, well it wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. I actually imagined that she was licking my clit, and *that* finally got me hard.

Now I pushed myself inside her, and started rocking back and forth. All of a sudden, wham! I came inside her. A couple of spurts, my heart raced, and it was over.

 

That was it? That? It didn't even come close to comparing how it had been when we made love together as women. I felt *so* disappointed! All this anticipation, and for what, a couple of seconds, that didn't even come close to what I was used to?

"I'm sorry" I said. "I didn't make you climax."

"Don't worry" she said, as she headed to the bathroom to wipe herself off between the legs. "I'm not mad or anything."

She *said* she wasn't made, but I could tell that she really was.

 

That night, I had a hard time getting to sleep. A realization had formed in my head, and I just could not shake it. No matter how I tried to convince myself otherwise, I could not deny the truth: I much preferred being a woman. After six months of being a woman, going back to being a man felt empty and hollow. This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't happiness. This was nothing.

I knew it in my heart, right then and there. I wanted to be a woman, for the rest of my life.

* * *

 

After Heather left for work, I made the phone call to Michelle. She was glad to hear from me, and invited me over to see her. I explained my situation, and she was very helpful to me. She made several suggestions, and gave me some phone numbers, so I could call to make an appointment.

I walked all the way home from her place, to enjoy the wind under my skirt again. I got home, and cleaned up the house. As part of my cleaning, I took several garbage bags, and placed all of my males clothes in them, since I would never need them again. I rang the doorman, and told him to call purple heart, because I had some clothes to donate. They would be out of my life forever now.

 

When Heather got home, I had dinner all cooked, and ready on the dining room table. I had on an elegant gown, with my prettiest heels and pearls. I had glasses of wine poured, ready for us to drink.

"Hello my love" I said. "How was work today?"

"You're a woman again" she said, sounding very surprised. "You don't have to do this anymore for me."

"I'm doing this for you" I said, "but mostly, I'm doing it for *me*. This is the true me. This is who I am. You showed me the light, and I don't ever want to go back into darkness. I spoke with Michelle, and she helped me out. I'm going to see a doctor tomorrow. I'm going to get implants. I'm going to have *real* boobs. Like you."

"Jeanette, you don't have to do this!" she insisted, her eyes welling up with tears.

"This is what *I* want. I want to be a woman. I want to be just like you."

She rushed over, and we hugged. I was so happy! It was like marrying her all over again. Now things could go back to normal. I could go into work, and be her secretary. I could be with her all day. We were in love, and now we would have that closeness again that had been lacking yesterday.

* * *

 

One month later, I had my boobs. Michelle had given me "breast cream" to apply to my chest, which was supposed to add one size to my bust. I had implants put in, making me a C-cup. And I got a prescription to start on estrogen, so that my skin would become soft like Heather's, and I would start to take on a much more womanly appearance. Heather also gave me birth control pills, so I would get other female sex hormones, including the ones that make a woman's boobs enlarge when her body is pregnant. I had the pregnancy hormones flowing in me now, so my boobs would respond to the chemical signals, and start growing even more.

Now Heather could suck my nipples, and I could feel it. And they jiggled when I moved, like hers did. They made me feel *so* much more feminine, that I can hardly describe it. And as a bonus, the estrogen really helped with my internal development. My emotions were growing daily, and I started to really *feel* like a woman inside, more and more. Soon, I would make the appointment to have the next operation, and rid myself of the last vestige of my maleness.

Heather had me do a couple of kinky things in bed for her, like remove the fake pussy, and make love to her. So I was like a woman, with male equipment between the legs when we were in bed like this. It was pretty wild! But I hated seeing that thing down there. Soon, they would cut it off of me, and I'd be free from it.

 

All was going well, although I was concerned about Heather's health when spring rolled around. She had thrown up a few times in the morning in February, and now she was gaining weight. It wasn't like her to put on the pounds! It was subtle, something only a woman would notice, but she was getting a little bit of a belly. I was going to ask her about it one morning when we were putting on our skirts, and getting ready for work. I would see if she wanted to start an exercise program with me.

Heather put her hand on her tummy, and turned to me.

"We're pregnant" she said.

"We're going to have a baby!" I said.

"Yes!" she replied, as she smiled at me. "A baby of our own. We're going to be mommys."

"I want to stay at home and raise her" I said.

"I thought you wanted to keep working" replied Heather.

"Yes, but being a mommy is much more important. No, you work, and I'll be the stay-at-home mother. Oh, I can't wait! This is so wonderful!"

We kissed, and I felt so special. I was going to be a mommy now. I would have my operation, Heather would have our little girl, then I would raise her, nurture her, and teach her all about being a woman. I was so happy that I cried.

"I love you" I said.

"I love you" replied Heather.

* * *

 

As I sit here, holding my baby, rocking her to sleep, I think back on the irony of it all. In order to marry the woman of my dreams, I had to become a woman myself. Then in order to get back to being a man, I had to get much deeper into femininity than I ever thought possible. And when I *did* go back to being a man, for just one day, I found that I had lost myself in womanhood, and that I much *preferred* to be female.

Add to that the fact that my last act as a male, before the hormones kicked in and stopped my man-thing from functioning anymore, was that I got Heather pregnant. That last act with any semblance of maleness, was the thing that enabled me to be a mommy! It was only because Heather had our baby, that I was able to stay at home and raise her. Irony upon irony in my life.

Our baby was born a healthy and happy girl. I named her April, after my favorite time of the year....

  

  

  

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