Just a Girl

Michelle Rose

 

Chapter 1

As I kissed my wife good-bye, she whispered into my ear, not to use too much of her perfume". Wearing women's cloths has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and part of our relation from the beginning. My wife, Caitlin, is very promiscuous, bisexual and finds my transgenderism exciting. Since I want to be feminine, Cait put her all into the transformation of her friend, who was a man, into the girl she would come to love and dominate. Submissive to her demands, I have lost weight, grew out my hair to shoulder length and spent thousands on permanent hair removal. I was schooled in hair styling, makeup application and fashion.

As she turned to leave, a devilish grin spread across her face and she told me to "have fun" while she was away. Watching her disappear in the crowd, I knew it would be a long and lonely three weeks until she returned. By instructing me to have fun, she was telling me to be the lady of the house and that meant being "dressed" as much as possible. Before her trip, she treated me to one of our shopping expeditions, it was fall and the seasonal fashions were in all the stores. Like two girl friends, enjoying their time together, we chatted as we shopped, each buying several skirts and sweaters. When we arrived home I visited my favorite lingerie web site and soon all the silky things to properly dress a lady, were on the way.

As I drove from the airport, I became excited with the anticipation of spending the next few weeks "en-fem". Once home, I took a long hot bath with eucalyptus scented bath beads and shaved away my remaining body hair. A little work with my tweezers shaped my eyebrows to a more feminine arch.

After many years as cross dresser, I have become pretty good with makeup and in about half an hour I was looking at the attractive face I so enjoyed. The foundation and liquid makeup covered my uneven skin tone, while blush accented my check bones. My skimpy eye lashes filled with mascara while black eyeliner highlighted and defined my eyes. Two colors of eye shadow would go with my outfit very nicely and a dark red lipstick completed my face. A spry of my wife's perfume and I was ready to get dressed. I noticed a slight lightheadedness from the perfume, but it soon passed as I walked to the closet.

Shape wear is a must; a tight black satin corset with heavy boning will trim my waist and enlarge my bust. Silicone breast inserts filled the padded C cups for a full round bust. A padded panty gave me the hips and tushy to fill my skirt. Black tights with a small diamond pattern covered my legs and felt wonderful as I pulled them up my freshly shaven legs. Before my tights, I pushed my "balls" up, into myself and then pulled my penis back between my legs. A tight gaff will make certain everything stays hidden and maintain the appearance of a woman. My new four inch pumps, in black suede were very comfortable and looked great.

When we were shopping, we visited all my favorite designers Ann Taylor, Jones New York, Liz Claiborne and Anne Klein. This year Liz and Ann offered little, Jones New York and Anne Klein was another story. Their rich colors, textured wools and cashmeres were beautiful. I wanted everything! For today, I selected an Anne Klein outfit with a periwinkle cashmere turtleneck sweater. The neck and left shoulder are accented with pearl buttons. As I slipped it over my head, the snug fit formed to my curves. The skirt was short, just above the knee and had a straight, tight cut. The black textured wool had small raised polka dots that matched the color of my sweater. Its satin lining felt delightful as it brushed against my legs while I walked.

Walking to the bath room to fix my hair, I caught my reflection in the mirror and admired my wife's sense of style. I had come a long way in female impersonation; I could almost pass as a woman, but, not just yet.

I spent the day around the house doing all those little things that I tend to put off, like paying bills, balancing the checkbook, answering e-mail and some chores my wife had wanted finished. After dinner, I finally had to remove my beautiful cloths and prepare for bed. I dressed in my favorite pink chemise and pink satin mule slippers, a matching robe and I was ready for an evening in front of the fire place. About 8 pm, Caitlin called and we talked for about an hour, she asked how I had spent the day and was happy to hear, "as a girl, silly". Before saying goodnight, she reminded me again, not to use too much of her perfume.

By telling me not to, I was compelled to have another spry before going to bed. The lightheadedness was a little more intense this time, but as before, it soon passed. I can remember falling asleep with its scent lingering in my mind.

 

 

Chapter 2

I awoke the next morning after the most intense dreams. I dreamt I was transformed into a beautiful brunette. It was so intense, my transformation from man to woman, that I kept thinking about it the whole day. Despite wearing stockings, garters and a thong under my suite, I was unable to concentrate on anything but cross-dressing. After work, I rushed home and was soon dressed in another new outfit. When I used my wife's perfume again, I could not resist and used an extra spritz. At last, the anxiety I felt all day drained from my body.

Things continued like this for several days until Saturday morning, that's when the early changes were first noticeable. My face was slender, my nose was different, and the contour of my jaw and cheeks were changed. My hands were somewhat smaller and my wedding band was loose. My chest was smaller, my nipples bigger and my areolas darker. My waist was higher and slimmer. My hips, they were almost as wide as my shoulders. My butt seemed to have added some extra padding and my legs were far less muscular than I knew them to be.

I was more than a little nervous! But, wasn't this the dream I've been having all week. I do enjoy many male interests hiking, photography and golf. Of course, as a girl, I would still be able to enjoy these and began to wonder what was happening to me? Why was this happening? Without a ready explanation, I decided to yield my concerns to the gal inside and see where this led. I went into the bathroom, washed up and put on a robe. As I pondered my situation, I went to the kitchen and had a cup of tea.

Later, in the shower, I shaved and noticed how scant my body hair had become. I decided to trim my pubic hair into a neat little bush, but as I lathered, I became aroused. As I continued to stimulate myself, I began to fantasize about my predicament and was swept away by the pleasurable sensations. My satisfaction was different from anything I had ever experienced. It started from within, deep in my pelvis, not from my penis. It spread in successive waves from my pelvis and groin throughout my body. I was lost in a sea of pleasure. Later, as I recovered, I was shocked to realize that despite the intensity of the orgasm, I never had an erection; in fact, my penis was noticeably smaller.

I knew I was in more than a "little" trouble! I was slowly becoming feminine, I was becoming a girl! My heart raced, what was I going to do? Strangely, I had a sense of well being, that somehow, this was right. It was getting late and knew I needed to get dressed. As I applied my makeup, I used far less foundation to cover my nearly nonexistent facial hair. In fact, my skin was smooth, even and soft, my eye lashes long and full. The new contours of my face combined with the makeup gave me the most girlish face I've ever had.

 

As I was admiring myself, the phone rang and it was Caitlin. When I said hello, I heard my new voice for the first time. It was higher in pitch and softer than my formerly male voice. My wife did not recognize me at first, but soon asked if it was me. I told her it was and that's when she rocked my world.

 

 

Chapter 3

Letting out a little laugh, she asked how I was. With a nervous tremor in my voice, I confessed everything that had happened since she left. When I had finished, I was reminded that she told me, not, to use too much of her perfume.

As she began to explain, a tear escaped from the corner of my eye, she told me of her treachery. Over the years, she began to understand, that I was a transvestite and transgendered too, and began planning my feminization, so I could become her female lover. Sexual reassignment surgery was out of the question, since I could never experience being a real girl. She turned to the occult and began to study witchcraft. Slowly, their customs and beliefs began to give her the insight into their ways. Once she was able to make contact with practicing witches, she was in position to penetrate their secretive society. After attending many meetings and gatherings she finally met a woman who was a mistress of transformation spells. As with many things in life, a deal was made and my wife's perfume became the vehicle to deliver a spell.

The spell, "a desire", would transform the recipient into their desires. I was becoming the woman I always dreamed of. For me it was a brunette, 5'7" to 5'8", 130-140 lbs, shapely curves and a full C cup. The spell was designed to act quickly by the addition of a "compulsion". A compulsion forces the recipient to act in a certain way, in this case, to use more and more of the perfume.

The spell was further modified with an "inclusion", which would include all aspects of my life in the transformation. To the world, it will be, as if I always was the person I was becoming. As the magic worked, I would be unable to resist the needs of my new body and come to accept them willingly.

Finally, she welcomed me into the sisterhood and told me not to worry; it would be finished in 2 or 3 days. While the transformation is in progress, things for those who know me might be confusing, so for the next 3-4 days I should stay at home. This Thursday, I had an appointment at my wife's salon with Dianne, her stylist. It was under my new name, Michelle Rose and she had complete instructions for my makeover. With a new hair style, eyebrow shaping and some waxing, the last of my male traits would be removed and then I would be ready to welcome Mistress Caitlin home. Before she said good night, Mistress told me to use all the perfume I wanted.

 

 

Chapter 4

The days passed and as Mistress had promised my metamorphosis into the girl of my fantasies continued. The gradual diminishment of my manhood was the most striking alteration. The slow loss of my penis was accompanied with a retraction of my testicles into my body; I suppose they would become my ovaries. My vacant scrotum soon began dividing in the middle and by Monday evening, I could insert my finger tip into the space that would soon be my vagina. What wonderful sensations I felt, as I explored my new sex. The wetness and sensitivity was unlike anything a man experiences. In a short while, I was able to insert more than a finger and was soon learning why so many gals love a good dildo. My now miniscule penis head become my clitoris and had taken up residence between the folds of my labia; its reaction to touch was one of pleasure and when aroused, ached intensely. My first preference as a woman was that, up and down was better than small circles!

Changes were occurring else wear, my darkened areolas now sat on top of solid B cup breasts. They were firm and unaffected by gravity and my nipples were three times their original size. My hips and bottom continued to respond to the magic of the spell and from any direction I would never again be taken for a guy. My facial transformation was complete and it was beautiful. I only needed a little makeup and achieved a soft look that I liked. All over, my body was changing and I had to accept the fact, I was now a girl!

Amazing as the transformation was, I could not get over how everything in my life switched from male to female. My cloths, now all women's cloths, my bank statements, all for Michelle Rose. My medicine cabinet was now full of powders, lotions and makeup. Even our pictures around the house showed Caitlin and Michelle.

Thursday finally arrived and my appointment with Dianne was at 9:00am. I wanted to look nice; by this time I had no doubts of passing and was very comfortable with the idea a going out in public as a woman. She greeted me at the door and took me to her station. She explained what style and hair color Caitlin had selected and what the technician would do to my nails. The waxing would be done by another girl and shouldn't hurt too much since I had so little hair. When Mistress said she had taken care of everything, she wasn't kidding. I was waxed, had a facial, manicure and pedicure and had my hair colored, highlighted and cut to a new style. As most salons do, they applied my makeup on the heavy side, but, I really enjoyed the overdone sultry look. I left the salon at 3:00pm and couldn't believe the girl in the mirror was me!

 

I returned to work on Friday and as Mistress Caitlin had promised everybody knew me as Michelle. My secretary greeted me as if I had always been a woman and my office was a haven of femininity. Soft leather furniture, pastel colors and beautiful artwork. This is amazing. Thank you Mistress.

The days passed and finally my wife was coming home. Since Mistress had gone through a lot of trouble to make me so beautiful, I felt obligated to wear something new for her home coming. I needed to arouse her, but not with the desires only a man can satisfy. I needed to awaken her other side, the side that wants the pleasures my new body would provide.

I wanted Mistress to approve my sense of style and went to Jones New York for a special outfit. It was wonderful to be able to try things on in the store. Now that I was a girl, I began to understand why it's so difficult for women to get a good fit. There are so many different cuts and not all go with every body type. To simplify matters, I selected a striped wool knit shell, with a pallet neck in lily pink and black. I matched it with a black, stretch gabardine wool skirt. I found the tight straight cut of the skirt sexy and hoped Mistress would enjoy the new curves she had given me. Since it has been cold out, I took home a coordinating solid lily pink, no button jacket. The heavy boucle wool was textured and would keep me warm. I didn't even need to buy shoes; my black suede pumps would be perfect.

After my transformation, I did not think my wife would recognize me, but somehow, when our eyes met, her smile proved she did recognize me. Without hesitation, we embraced and kissed hello, not as two girlfriends but, as lovers. She gave me a quick look over and from her smile, I knew she approved. As we walked together, arm in arm, she whispered in my ear, "Do you remember that special thing my husband used to do with his tongue"? I nodded and answered, "Yes". As she looked into my eye's, she smiled that devilish grin and whispered in my ear, "Well, just wait until I get you home"!

  

  

  

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