Michelle Rose Arrives

by Michelle Rose

 

I was awakened by the sound of somebody leaving the suite and as I looked around the room, I saw that I was alone. Lying in the warmth of the morning bed, I thought of Kimberly and laid my head on the soft down pillows. I was treated, to the lingering scent of my perfume on the soft cotton bed linen. I regretted my feelings of contentment and satisfaction was due to the attentions of another lover and not my Kimberly. Embracing fantasy, I began gently caressing myself through the silk of my chemise. My pleasure was femininity, nothing in particular, just dreams of silk and lace, tight skirts and high heels! My orgasm came from deep within my pelvis and sent waves of pleasure through my body. For an instant in time, I was who I longed to be and felt at peace, as her. Later, when I was able, I attended to my needs and after a hot shower, I was ready for day three as Michelle Rose.

Wandering around the suite, I found a red rose covering a note from

Mistress Stephanie. She thanked me for a lovely evening and told me to expect Mistress Kimberly and Miss Li around 8:00 am. I called room service and ordered breakfast for 3. Fresh OJ, coffee, muffins and jam, sounds delicious. While I waited, I found one of the hotel robes, just simple terry cloth and put it on. Breakfast arrived soon after the call and this morning, there were no remarks or laughter from the room service staff. I was not to pleased by the humiliation force upon me last night! As I was pouring my second cup of tea, Kim and Miss Li arrived. I sprang out of my chair and greeted my wife with a big kiss. Looking at my robe, Kimberly told me that it would never do and advised me to change into something more appropriate. She did not have to tell me twice and I soon returned in a white floor length silk robe. "Much better" was all she said.

Miss Li told me that we had to do the packing and get ready for my departure early this afternoon. Soon, we were folding and packing all the wonderful new cloths my love had purchased. The sensations from the fine fabrics brushing against my hands was heavenly, I get goose bumps from just thinking about it! There were so many beautiful dresses and sexy skirts, I can hardly wait to wear them. Set aside from the rest, in a black garment bag, were the cloths I would wear while traveling today. My curiosity got the best of me, I had to see those cloths! I asked Miss Li, but, she told me "I would have to wait", on instructions from Mistress Kim. Shit!

As we worked, Li and I talked about our night with each others Mistress. Miss Li, was also concerned that Stephanie had been a little demanding and asked if I was allright. I confessed that my "pussy was sore', but, "I was woman enough to deal with that".

Li asked to see my nails, she declared my toe's were in great shape, but, my fingers would need to have the polish removed and reapplied. Handing me a bottle of nail polish remover and a supply of pledget's, Li told me to clean the old polish off my nails. I was amazed at my how my hands looked without the polish and was anxious to have them repainted as quick as possible. Li began to apply the first coat , all the while explaining how it is done, she worked the polish smooth with only 3 or 4 swipes of the brush. After a coat of Quick Dry, she waited about 30 minutes then applied the second coat. Before I knew it, I had beautiful nails again. By this time Mistress was showered and had her hair and makeup done.

 

Kimberly, calling me by my "boy" name motioned me to the closet. She began by recalling how I liked her to dress proper when we traveled. In the past, I always made sure we both wore nice clothing and not travel looking like refugees, which has become all too common these days. Well, today she said, "it's my turn to dress for her satisfaction". I agreed and said it "seemed fair". Kimberly handed me a hanger full of black lingerie and asked Miss Li to help her "assistant" get dressed. Now, I know from experience, when I receive a title, like "assistant", I will be placed in a roll and expected to play along. Since I'm always a submissive toy for my Mistress's pleasure, I love role playing!

The sad reality of my situation, is that, I was born a man and need lots of help with my "girl curves". So, I am getting used to the fact that, I will always have to wear lots of underwear. Bodyshapers, corsets and all kinds of padding, oh well, as long as they have lots of pretty lace, then that's just fine! I was handed what looked like a corset. But, it was different, it was a strapless, V-back Torsolette. The underwire bra and contour padding of the cups would ensure a full and round bosom. Heavy boning, to guarantee a whittled waist, would help with the illusion of fuller hips. The front closure was a hidden hook and eye arrangement, while bi-directional lacing in the rear would imprison my male body in the curves of womanhood. As the soft satin was drawn tight around my abdomen by, I found myself anticipating the thrills that the day would bring.

I know this is only my third day as Michelle and I was looking more feminine than ever, I still had the problem of my voice and some of my facial features were very manly. Makeup and hair styling have covered most of my facial problems, but my nose and jaw are a little broad to be considered feminine. My voice, was of average depth for a guy, but when I'm "en fem", I'll need a softer, higher pitched voice to be accepted as a gal.

 

Now, all dressed in my Torsolette, I inserted my breast prosthesis and was ready for the next step. A black thong gaff made short work of hiding the "boy thing" between my legs, then, Li handed me a pair of stockings. They looked very plain, black opaque stockings, that were kind of like tights, but clearly stockings. They fit tighter than sheer stockings and were very long, coming all the way up to the top of my thighs. When I attached the garters, I needed to adjust their length to the shortest. My mistress smiled as she saw me adjusting the garters and remarked that I would never wear pantyhose or tights, only stockings and garters to remind me of my willingly accepted servitude. Already feeling very sexy, I was given a pair of black patent leather shoes. They were a closed back, closed toe pump with a heel flared a little at the bottom and looked much easier to walk in than the stiletto's I have been wearing. The heel was about 4 ½ inches and made my legs look great. Miss Li took me to the bathroom where we continued my lessons on hair care and make up use. In about and hour Miss. Li had worked her magic again, and I was fully feminized in both body and sole. I sprayed a little perfume on my neck and was ready to dress. Don't you just love the snug feeling of a good corset!

 

Miss Li watched me walk towards the closet and remarked what a beautiful woman I've become. She told me my walk was seductive and my hips have found a very natural rhythm. She told me it was now impossible for her to think of me as a man, she drew close to and tried to kiss me on the lips. I brought my hands up and stopped her. A painful look came to her face before she turned to move away. I grabbed her arm and looked into her almond eyes, I needed to remind myself that Li was a man. Speaking to her, I told her that in the short time I knew her, I felt we have grown very close. I, do enjoy being with her, but, as a friend. My sexual desire to be a woman is confusing to me, but, in my heart I have never been drawn to men, even a man as pretty as Miss Li. I am in love with Kimberly and have been faithful to her, except last night when Kim placed me in the hands of Mistress Stephanie. It looks as if we will be in each others life from now on and I looked forward to having her as girl friend, but I didn't think we would ever be lovers. I asked if she could understand and with a tear escaping the corner of her eye she nodded, yes. I gave her a big hug and a kiss on her cheek and asked her to help me get dressed.

I took garment bag to the living room and began getting dressed. "A full slip!", I've never worn one and was excited as I slipped it over my head. It fell to mid thigh and was form fitting, it looked like a sexy slip dress. Next, I looked over the outfit Mistress had chosen for me and it was a classic Boucle mini skirt, about 20 inches from the waist with matching jacket. Contemporary styling, with the classic look of a business suite. The skirt was tight, just as this girl likes, bold black and white checker board pattern, silk lined and with grosgrain trim. I stepped into it and zipped it tight. Looking at my myself in the mirror I was thrilled that the curves of my hips and bottom filled the skirt. The vintage style boucle jacket had a boxy design with shoulder pads. The jewel neck and grosgrain trim matched the skirt. The fit was excellent and the silk lining felt wonderful on my exposed skin. Tight in all the right places, but comfortable for my travels. I admired myself in the mirror and questioned myself why I had denied myself the pleasures of womanhood for so long. Although, I knew that if I had been crossdressing years ago, I would probably never met Kimberly. I also knew, I would not be going back to wearing dull man cloths and would need to discuss this with Kim.

By this time it was almost noon and Kim walked out from the bed room. She was gorgeous! Unlike me, she was very casual. She was wearing a sleeveless V-neck sweater made of a soft, stretch knit. It had bold pink and black strips and contoured itself to Kimberly's magnificent bust and waist. The skirt was made of the same knit material, but, was solid black. It fell to just below her knee's and showed of her shapely backside and great legs. In her hand, she carried a black cardigan sweater that was knitted of the same soft material as the rest her ensemble. Her light brown hair fell over her shoulders and back as the light played in her highlights. Her long bangs came down to the middle of her eye's and gave her a very sexy look. Her shoes were strappy leather buckle sandal with a full 5 inch heel. They were a light pink and matched the pink of her sweater perfectly. As she entered the room her perfume filled the air. I was torn between my love of Kim and my desire to be a woman as beautiful and feminine as her. I would gladly "switch" bodies with her or with equal pleasure, enjoy being taken by her and used to satisfy any sexual desire she had.

Her jewelry were all diamonds. Her engagement ring and a 3 diamond ring on each hand. Her earrings were 1 ½ carrot diamond studs in her first piercing with smaller, but, no less brilliant 1 carrot studs in her second holes. Around her neck, she wore a white gold slide necklace with several diamonds. She looked regal.

Kimberly, seeing the longing in my eyes stated "how nice it was to see such passion in her husbands eye's, even if her husband would rather be a "girl". She handed me a small velvet box and recommended I open it. When I did, I found diamond studs and could not contain my joy! I jumped into her arms and kissed her with such passion I felt myself getting an erection!. She whispered in my ear "we will be late if I didn't finished getting dressed" I kissed her again and set to work putting on my new diamonds. When I was fully dressed, I admired the "sparkles" and asked her how much this stuff costs. She patted my tush and said it mattered little since taking my company public.

It was time to leave and Miss Li called for a bell man and for the car. Within minutes three beautiful women were in the lobby. Mistress Stephanie greeted us and said her good bye's as she and Miss Li drove off. When our car was brought around Kimberly suggested I drive. Her car was a Mercedes 420 CLK with a convertible top. I thought I would be unable to drive in my heels and went to speak, but, Kimberly refused any argument and said "her assistant would drive and she would enjoy the ride". Reluctantly I walked around to the drivers side and gave the parking attendant $5.00 from my purse. As I adjusted the seat and mirrors, Mistress lowered the soft top and the warm Arizona sun filled the car with warmth. The windows went up and the rear windscreen made the interior of the car a warm cocoon. When I drove away from the hotel front, I found it difficult to drive in my heels and started to complain. Mistress smiled at me and asked how much I wanted to continue dressing as a woman. When I told her, "very much" , she told me "to be quite", "take off my right shoe" and "drive".

When I asked where we where going, to my delight, she informed me we were going to San Diego for a few days. The city by the sea reminded me of my east coast home town, just the smell of the salty sea air would be a treat after years of living in the desert. San Diego was only four hours by car, so, with some trepidation's I pulled out of the resort and drove to the freeway. While driving, I noticed something I myself was guilty of, I found guys, in big SUV's, looking down from their high perch, trying to get a "quick look" at the two women below. When I tried to pull my short skirt down to cover myself, Mistress let out a big laugh and advised me to get used to it!. It seems Mistress was getting a thrill out of turning the tables on me and told me to wait, until we're on the interstate, the truckers are the worst. When I looked over at her and saw her legs covered by her longer skirt, I knew Mistress was having some fun with me. Secretly, I was enjoying this, as it meant I was passing as female and a nice looking gal at that!

We left the resort area behind and soon we were on the interstate heading for the open desert. We would drive to Casa Grande and head west on Route 8. From there it's a straight shot through Yuma and into San Diego. The desert is beautiful this time of year. Without the heat of summer the desert renews it's life cycle. The winter rains come and soon the landscape turns deep green. As the Paloverde and Mesqute trees bloom, whole hillsides turn yellow and in the sweet light, around sunrise and sunset, the desert will transform itself into a golden painting. Perhaps inspiring the Legends of Coronado's Golden Cities.

 

As I was driving, I had a constant fantasy about living my life as a woman. I usually flip flop, back and forth between being a genetic woman and a gorgeous she-male. I kept questioning myself, if this was what I really wanted. I thought about the course of my life, my success's and failures. The real constant in all this, has been my understanding that I have the emotional and sexual identity of a woman. Today, I know, I have come full circle and this is what I want.

Thinking of the effects this would have on my life, my first concern is Kimberly. I didn't want to lose her, she has been the foundation of my success, and, without her, my life would be empty. How does she feel about me now that I'm out of the closet? I have to believe she'll be fine with this, after all, look at this elaborate scheme she has put together. This is after 7 years of wearing lingerie and dressing up at home. And then, there's her bisexuality, she looks at women with lust! I think, she's looking forward to having a woman for a husband.

Then, there is the business. I still can't believe how this thing grew. A simple idea, turned into a public company worth hundreds of millions! I can remember walking into Compac Computers with nothing but a presentation and convinced them to out-source their computer repairs. How simple it was, first I hired Bill Henderson, ace computer geek and the best partner a man could ask for. To be honest, the fact of the matter is that, he runs the whole show. He's very bright and can easily run cooperate also. Then, I rented and renovated an old warehouse in the southwest and I was in business. Slow at first, but soon the idea caught on and mainstream cooperate America swallowed the "outsourcing" bug. Within two years I signed IBM, Gateway, Dell and Sony. Today I have four locations nationwide and a work force of 2,500.

I can't imagine showing up to work feminized, nor do I think Michelle could walk into the office and be permitted to sit at my desk. What if I introduced Michelle and came "out"! The Board and stockholders would revolt! Naah, just a day dream. I know, couldn't Kimberly come in as CEO and Chairman of the Board and I could be Michelle, her executive assistant and control everything through her! No, that wouldn't do, if I'm going to surrender my male self to Michelle, then, I must be free to walk in Michelle's heels.

Sell the business ? Now, that's scary! The last 12 years have been total devotion. Everything has become secondary to the needs of the business. I pored my heart and sole into it, even, putting Kimberly second. Kimberly? She has been wonderful, always supportive, always understanding. I know she's hinted about my early retirement, about having time with each other. Sounds dreamy!

These last three years, since going public have been beyond the wildest dreams of Avarice!. Maybe it's time to pull the plug and let it all go! I must be realistic, becoming Michelle, to invest my entire identity into living as a girl will never be possible if I try to force her into my male world. No, Michelle must have her own life, free of the obligations left over from my world. One must go! The male me is a successful business man, a person who thought outside the box and changed the landscape! But, Michelle has been there all along, she walked the same road and in HEELS! I want her to come into the light, to be! Yes, I think, it's time to sell my shares and get out!

I looked over at Kimberly and began to speak. She listened to everything I had to say and never once interrupted. When I was finished, almost a hour had passed. Kimberly, looking out into the passing desert, but not looking at anything, sighed. I thought I was dead, but a second later, she looked over with a big smile on her face. She began with a day dream, after the sale of the business, lets go to Hawaii and live by the beach for a year! "While we're in San Diego there's a lawyer and a plastic surgeon you should see".

As the two ladies drove through the southern California desert they opened their hearts to each other. Their unspoken dreams were reveled to one another and a new future was born.

  

  

  

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