Michelle Rose Arrives

by Michelle Rose

  

As the door closed I saw the number, 212, on the outside of the door. Just a few hours ago I arrived here as a man, a man who secretly wished to be a girl. Then, upon entering this room, I was ensnared by a carefully laid trap. All orchestrated by my mistress and wife. A trap is what it was, but, one with consequences I had fantasized about many times. It was just then, that I herd the unmistakable "clink" of the door being locked from the inside. I remember thinking, that, there is no going back now.

That's when reality swept over me like a tidal wave, what was I doing? Standing in the hall in a skirt and high heels! The panic attack started in my stomach and raced to my heart with lighting quickness. I felt the hallway closing in on me. I had no escape! I saw my whole life ruined, ruined by my stupidity. My hands were trembling. Ruined, because of the euphoria and comfort I feel while dressed in woman's clothing. What could have possessed me to think I could do this? Why did I allow this to be done to me? Wait, Done "to" me? No, not really, I had actually participated and went along willingly . And, until now, having the time of my life! Yes, I desired it, though, it was still a trap. I "dress" at home, but, we never talked about going out in public "dressed"! Still, this was a lifetime dream come true. I would have to endure what was to come. I looked gorgeous and was certain I could get through this without publicly humiliating myself!

I remembered what Mistress Stephanie had said, that "if I did not get dressed and was still male when Kimberly arrived, I would not be permitted to crossdress again". Life would be unbearable, so I must go through with this. Thinking back over the last few years of crossdressing and learning feminine mannerisms, I gained some needed confidence. I have spent many a day in "satin and lace". I know how to use makeup, I really love my new hair style and I have a very ladylike walk. I just love my new cloths and this fur coat, it's to die for! It's not only is beautiful, but, it also helps "hide" me from scrutiny. I can do this! All I have to do is, go down stairs, find Kimberly and get into the car. Then, I'll be safe. I had my plan and I was certain that in the busy lobby of this hotel no one will have the opportunity to look me over well enough to "make" me as a guy. That's the ticket honey, keep on believing!

As I turned and started to walk down the hall, I realized the hem of my skirt was "pulling" at my thighs. Silly me, in my haste, I was walking like a man! This would never do! I stopped, opened my coat and fixed my skirt and stockings. Taking the opportunity, I looked myself over, I admired all the work that had been done. My new chest, my new "hour glass" figure, my round hips. Just as I opened my coat, I got a "whiff" of my perfume, mmm, very lady like. So, with a little hop in my step, I sashayed to the elevator with my sexiest walk. I felt my hips and tush find the practiced rhythm of walking in heels. This time my stride was much shorter and my balance perfect. I never had another problem walking in a skirt.

  

When the elevator doors opened, I was happy to see it unoccupied and went inside. As the doors closed, I hesitated a second or so, fighting the anxiety about arriving in a crowded lobby. Luckily, the back side of the elevator was mirrored and I was again treated to a view of myself. I lifted one stocking clad leg forward as if to walk, but stopped as it emerged from my fur coat. It looked so womanly in the high heels and stockings. The gold ankle bracelet "dressed" my ankle and looked beautiful. My leg was shapely, the calf was thin and had a very sexy taper. The sensation of the fur against my stocking and skin felt wonderful! I opened my coat and gazed at my cloths. My sweater and skirt hugged each of my curves as if I were a natural woman. I turned right and left checking every inch of myself. I smiled and blew myself a kiss from my red painted lips. I thought to fix my lip stick, but, it looked very fresh. I tossed my head to one side and sent my lovely hair flying off my face, then, I noticed my new hoop earrings. I never had on such a big earring and was surprised to find they were easy to wear. Turning to the control panel, I reached out and pushed "L" for the lobby. The sight of my new silk wraps and my painted nails was to much. I felt a wave of elation and was very content, for the moment anyway. The doors were closed and the elevator began to move, but it was going up!

Shit, the elevator began to slow and seconds later it stopped and the doors opened. I was so scared, tapped inside the small elevator, whoever got on would have plenty of time to look me over. What if someone spoke to me, how would I reply? I have not mastered a feminine speaking voice. I've learned to speak softer than my male voice, but, still speaking would be a dead give away. As the doors opened fully, I was happy to see an elderly couple waiting for the elevator. They walked inside, pushed the lobby button, which was already lit and began watching the floor numbers above the elevator doors. They hardly seemed to take notice of me. As we resumed our trip, I stood motionless behind the couple. Thankfully, we went directly to the lobby and as the doors opened a flood of sounds and voices filled the elevator. I had arrived at my moment of truth.

Walking past the small group of people waiting to get on the elevator, I noticed a middle aged man step aside and give me a quick smile. I smiled back and glided past. I kept telling myself to take small steps and remember, I'm just a girl, looking for his wife. As I looked around the lobby, I was unable to find her and started walking around. After my first pass through the lobby I was beginning to get worried. Where was she? I imagined she was hiding, spying on me and enjoying the sight of me walking around publicly. Kimberly knows I'm not into humiliation and has always respected that. Although, I was sure things would not get out of hand, I really was uncomfortable about being "put on public display" for so long.

 

As I continued my search for Kimberly, I kept my coat open, but was now feeling warm. The soft cashmere of my sweater kept my body heat from escaping. I knew if I started to perspire, my make-up would be ruined and that would leave me open to discovery! I decided the risk was to great and took off my coat to help cool me off. The movement of air on my legs as I walked, was very refreshing and soon I was comfortable. Something, very special happened just then. I realized, I felt natural dressed for my preferred gender. There was no embarrassment or anxiety. To my delight, nobody seemed to notice the "tranny" standing in the middle of the room. There were no stares or finger pointing. The world did not take notice of me. Maybe, they just saw a woman looking for her party. With another infusion of confidence, I continued my search.

I walked around for about 5 minutes, that was one big lobby. It was filled with many smaller sections, dividing the large area into more secluded areas. There were many couples and groups of people talking and having a cocktail. That's when I got the idea to look in the lounge. I had noticed the lobby had a bar with several waitresses serving drinks, but, there was also a nightclub lounge. I knew where it was a went directly for it.

While walking across the lobby, I really enjoyed myself. The movement of my legs and hips, the gentle touch of my silky lingerie on my skin! I soon imagined that I was a young lady, around 25, coming into her full womanhood. She is on her way to meet her lover. The lady that has shown her the intimate sexual pleasures of womanhood. Now her mistress, the woman, who has opened her heart to the love between women was waiting. The woman who has become the dominant force in her life. She feels an "aching" for her in her sex and wonders how long it will be until they lie in each others arms? She made her way to the nightclub and found the dark, moody atmosphere to her liking.

I stopped by the door, allowing my eye's a minute to adjust to the intimate darkness of the club. Standing there, the sounds of a lounge piano filled the air. Soft Jazz with a woman singer. Very nice. My eye's adjusted and soon I began scanning the patrons as I walked through the tables. When I made my way towards the back, I noticed familiar face smiling at me as I approached her table. I had found my love. She greeted me with a hug and a cheek to cheek kiss. Looking me over, she smiled and said "I looked terrific" and "dressing in such a slutty outfit will get me fucked big time when we're alone!". Still hugging her, I told her she "was too much and when we were alone, she would be the one screaming from orgasm after orgasm!" I was so happy I nearly cried, but we both just laughed!

 

We sat down and a waitress came over with an ice bucket and a bottle of Veuve Cliequot Champaign. Mistress had pre-ordered, French Champaign, who could resist! The waitress was very good, she poured us each a glass, but very slowly, allowing the Champaign to "slide" down the inside of the glass. This keeps it from forming a "head" which always flattens a good Champaign. When the waitress was leaving she remarked, you "girls" have fun! There was something in the way she said "girls" while she looked me in the eyes. I wondered if she made me as a guy or Kimberly had said something and was cool about it. I took a sip of the Champaign after my Mistress made a toast to my coming out. I noticed a lipstick mark on the rim of my glass when I put it down.

When we were alone, Kim leaned forward and asked me how much I was enjoying our anniversary celebration? I smiled, looked into her eyes and replied, "I was enjoying myself immensely", and asked her "What other plans have you made"? In all our years together, I have never seen the look I saw on Kim's face, it was very stern but mischievous! "What we will be doing, will be explained to you as you need to know", she went on, "tonight you and I will be celebrating 15 years together". "I will be taking my best girlfriend , that's you my husband, out to dinner and then return to our room in this very resort", she then asked if I had "any complaints"? I replied that I had no problems and looked forward to our time together.

Over the next hour we shared the Champaign and Kimberly told me how she had gotten the idea for all this from a letter in Variations Magazine. She knew my favorite fantasy, to be taken away, forcefully transformed into a woman and to become a submissive female. This vacation will be the fruit of that seed. She had worked for months putting the pieces together. Whenever we are together, Kimberly and I enjoy looking at all the pretty ladies. She noted the cloths on all the women I pointed out. She knew, I was girl watching only to check out their fashion's, especially those in skirts, sweaters and sexy footwear. She then went shopping and put together a wardrobe for me. She also added many items which she wanted me to wear and informed me she would have final say over all my clothing, makeup and hair style. Before we leave the valley on our trip, you and I will go shopping and "you" may pick out a few more outfits. But, I must approve it first. While we are away, I would be schooled in the finer arts of womanhood. When we get home, we will rebuild your entire life style and fill your closet with lovely "things". She explained to me, that, she would be a very loving and understanding Dominatrix, but make no mistake, once I put on my skirt, I would assume the role of a submissive female. This was effective immediately. There would be no harsh S & M or humiliation. I would have to spend all my non-working time as the girl I wish I was born, but, I would still have to "crossdress". Only this would be to "dress" as the "man" who goes to work every day.

In addition, there were some secrets revealed to me. Apparently, my wife had also lived in denial, but, as our marriage began to accommodate my transgender issues, Kimberly's bisexual urges became to strong to ignore. It had been a while back, but we came to understand her dominance and my submissive desires. This understanding ignited our sex life. My crossdressing was fun for me and allowed her an outlet to be sexually dominant. But secretly, she began to hunger for the soft curves and warm, moist vagina of another woman. These, I could not provide for her and ithout my awareness, she had renewed a relationship with a woman she shared intimacies with while in college. This woman was also bisexual and knew the details of our relationship. She also said that I have already meet this woman and after our vacation she would become part of our new life. I knew at once, this was Mistress Stephanie. We talked about the changes that would shape that new life.

At about 7:15, Kimberly looked at her watch and said "come dear, it's time to leave for dinner". As she stood up and walked out of the lounge I noticed Kimberly was wearing a turtleneck sweater-dress, that, I just love. It was black and clinged to her body like a second skin. The image of my mistress in this form fitting dress had inspired many sexual fantasies. The skirt was very narrow and the hem went all the way to mid-calf where it was met by the leather of her stiletto heeled boot. Kimberly advised me to eat lightly, like a lady, as my tight corset would not allow me to eat much. I could not resist and whispered into her ear "how beautiful she was and how grateful I was for all she was doing". She smiled and squeezed my hand. We walked through the lobby arm in arm.

We passed a young man who was sitting in the lobby and Mistress told him to bring the car around. Mistress told me he would chauffeur us around in a limo she hired for the night. We walked out into the night. It was cooler than usual and with a winter storm on the way it was very windy and cold. Even with the ankle length of my fox coat the wind blew right up my legs and under my all to short skirt. Mistress Stephanie, I'm thinking of you and what you did to me. And, thank you, for making me the woman I want to be. Once in the car, Kimberly raised the partition and told me to fix my makeup.

The ride was short and soon we were downtown. The limo parked outside the very sophisticated "French Cottage". This restaurant was known for fine french food and very private dining. Mistress had reserved a intimate dining room for the us. Dinner was very romantic and we had a wonderful time. Our attendants and serving staff seemed to accept me as a "woman" and I was very relaxed in my new role. I even had a chair pulled out for me. Afterwards, Mistress took me to a "lesbian-transgendered nightclub" so she could begin my instruction on dancing like a girl. It was difficult, but soon I was following Kimberly's lead. I think dancing in heels was harder than I ever imagined. Several of the girls came over and seemed to know Mistress and I was introduced as Michele. They welcomed me as a "sister in training" and said their husbands were all "girls" too. They remarked that we would have plenty of time to get to know each other soon and left us alone. We stayed until 11:00pm and then we were off to the hotel.

Our first night together had been all I could ask for and in the privacy of the back seat Mistress Kimberly's hand was soon under my skirt! We kissed and I accepted Mistress's tongue in my mouth a sign my submissive orientation. She told me my mouth would not be my only orifice to get penetrated tonight! When we arrived at the hotel, Mistress opened her door and stepped out. As I slid across the seat, Mistress instructed the driver to return for our shopping at noon the next day. She offered me a hand and I stood up on my heels. Taking me by the hand, she led me to our room…..

  

  

  

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