Silken Dreams

by Jennifer White

         

When I got married to Kerri, I gave up cross dressing. I had done it as far back as I could remember, but I wanted to devote myself and my life to the woman I loved. And so now it had been well over ten years since I had worn a bra, shaved my body hair, or felt the gentle touch of a skirt brushing against my nylon encased legs. I no longer dabbled with trying makeup, I hadn't tried to walk in heels, nor had I even worn panties.

Of course, with all of Kerri's things always around me, there were many times that I was tempted! But I didn't want to risk ruining something, and having her find out. It would hurt her, and I couldn't do that to Kerri. I loved her! I wanted for her to be happy. But lately, I had been having dreams in which I was all dressed up. And I was having daydreams about it now too.

But what could I do? I couldn't just tell her! How does a man tell his wife of ten years that he's sorry, but he sometimes wants to dress up and pretend that he is a woman too? Knowing her, she wouldn't accept that. There was no way I could even try. I felt kind of dejected about it. I had chosen to get married, so it was my own choice to give up my feminine desires. If there was anyone to blame, it was me. All I could do was to keep on being a man.

* * *

One cool autumn night, Kerri and I were taking a long walk, as we often did. The stars were out, and we smiled as we gazed at the sky. With only a tiny sliver of the moon visible, you could see so many stars! Suddenly, I saw a flash of light in the sky. "A meteorite" I thought with the logical, male part of my brain. "A shooting star" I thought at the same time, with my more romantic feminine side.

Automatically, I made a silent wish to myself.

"I wish that Kerri would turn me into a woman" I thought, as the glint of light quickly shot to the horizon, and out of sight.

How silly of me, making a wish on a shooting star. "Just like a little girl" I thought, causing me to chuckle. We continued to walk, hand in hand, into the cool night air.

* * *

About a week later, I had a long day at work. I had dinner with Kerri, and we talked to each other about our days. We watched a few shows on the tele, and then it was off to bed for us. After we brushed our teeth, we laid in the bed, and as usual we started to kiss. I really wanted hr, and I hoped that she would be receptive.

Her mouth slipped off of my lips, and she kissed me on the neck. Then she lowered her head further, and put her mouth right around my left nipple. She started to suck, and to flick her tongue on me there, and it felt fantastic! Her hand started to play with my right nipple, and I let out a sigh as I felt so much pleasure. Automatically, I imagined that I was a woman, and that she was sucking on my *large* full boobs.

"That feels so good" I said, hoping she wouldn't stop. She had never done this before, and it was driving me wild! I was so hard, and I wanted it to go on and on! She traded her mouth and her hand from left to right, and I felt shivers up and down my spine! Suddenly, I felt her other hand touch me down there between my legs. She started to gently stroke, and I was so wound up that it didn't take more than a few motions with her hand for me to explode in pleasure.

Wow. I had been imagining that I was a woman, and she had played right into my fantasy, the way she did me.

"Now you do that to me" she said. "But go down on me to make me cm."

Of course, I did exactly as she said. She never let me go down on her, saying she was afraid she would taste too bad for me. I loved putting my mouth on her pussy, because I could imagine that I was a woman, her lesbian lover. That made me feel good all over. It had been so long since I had let myself feel feminine. Now I had done it again, and it was wonderful! I had denied this part of myself for so long, and to let it out was like finally being able to breathe after being under water for a long time. It felt good to imagine myself as a woman again, for the first time in years.

* * *

After that incident, every time I looked at Kerri's nice tits, I couldn't help but to think about what we had done in bed. I hoped that she would want to do it again some time, but I didn't want to push things. I didn't want her to know that I had loved it so much. What would she think of me? I just let it go.

Two days later when we went to bed, we did our usual kissing and touching. She reached down and made sure I was good and hard, and then she told me she wanted to be on top. It was very rare that she would do that, even though I loved how it felt to have her over the top of me, looking down at me, straddling me with her legs. I always came really hard when she did that!

So I was excited that she was asking for it. Normally *I* had to beg her, and it was only reluctantly that she would do it. She had always said that she liked to be "taken", and it wasn't romantic for her to be the aggressive one. That made it even more of a shock that she had *asked* to be on top! And of course, I was eager to give in.

I just loved how it felt as I looked up at her. I was deep inside of her wt pussy, and seeing her look so powerful made me feel like I belonged to her, as if she was controlling everything. Giving up control to her was something I loved, because it was usually the man in control. If she was taking on the male role, that made me the female, by default. And I certainly loved anything that made me feel even the least bit feminine!

But it even got better! Not only did she get on top of me, she started to tweak my nipples as she rocked back and forth! She started to pinch them between her fingers, and twist, causing me to feel overwhelming pleasure. Again, I imagined that I was a woman, and that I had real boobs. As I stared at hers, I imagined that I was just like her, and that my nipples were as big as hers. I came so hard, I couldn't describe it. Just for one moment, I felt as if I was female. And at that moment, I exploded inside her, then I throbbed until I was breathless. Wow.

* * *

Normally, when I did it with Kerri, it would be days or even a week before we would do it again. So imagine how I felt the next day when she wanted for us to do it again! It was a Saturday, and we were doing work around the house, when she rushed over to me, and started kissing. One thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening, we were in bed together, naked.

"I want you to do to me the one thing a woman can do in bed" she said.

"And what is that?" I asked, unsure what she meant.

"Go down on me. That would be *so* wonderful."

Kerri almost never let me go down on her! And this was twice in one week! I went at it, and I was proud that I was able to make her come several times, before she pushed me away.

"Mmmm" she said. "You do that so well, just like a girl."

What an odd thing to say, but of course it made me feel excited! She then got up and leaned over the bed. She wanted me to go at her from behind, doggie style. I let myself get hard, then I did as she asked, although it always made me just a bit uncomfortable to do it this way. I couldn't see her breasts, I couldn't see her face, just her rear. But she was so good to me, I had to do this for her. When we were done, we held each other close, and talked for hours...

* * *

The next evening, I was sitting on the couch next to Kerri, watching an international swimming competition. The women were all lined up, ready to start. They all seemed to have big strong arms and shoulders, but with boobs and pussies. Just like I would look, if I was a woman. So of course, that turned me on!

After the women's 500 meter freestyle, it was time for the men's event, swimming the butterfly. The men were all announced from their countries, and they took their places on the starting blocks.

"I just love how they don't have any body hair" said Kerri, as she started to rub my chest. "Its so sexy to see a man with his skin so smooth."

"I didn't know that was a turn-on for you" I replied.

"Oh yes" she said. "I mean, just look at those hunks there. Don't you think they're attractive?"

No, I didn't think so! I was only interested in women, not men! But I didn't let that bother me. I was too busy thinking about the fact that my wife had just told me she liked men with no body hair. It had been *so* long since I had shaved my legs! At one time, I kept myself hairless. But when I met Kerri, I let it all grow back. I didn't want her to think I was weird or something, so I let my body get all hairy again. But now she *wanted* to see me looking smooth and hairless. I just might have to do it!

That night as we made love again, her hands were all over me.

"Wouldn't it be sexy if your skin was nice and smooth, and you got rid of all that yucky hair?" she said.

"You really want me to get rid of it?" I asked.

"Mmm, that would be so wonderful, my love" she said. "I can't wait to see you looking soft and smooth."

With that, she started sucking on my nipple. Wow. This was awesome! She *wanted* me to do something I had craved: shaving my legs and my chest. I would feel so much more feminine that way! And Kerri *wanted* to see me like that. I was so happy!

* * *

When I showered the next morning, it took a long time. I had to get rid of all my hair! I was going to shave, but I spotted her bottle of Nair, and I used that. I had found you came out smoother with a cream, vs. shaving. And when you shaved your legs, you always seem to miss a spot somehow, or have an area with stubble. But a hair removal cream was no problem. You just had to stand there and shiver, as you waited for it to work, before you could get in the shower and wash it all off.

When at last it was time, I stepped into the shower, and let the hot water wash away the cream, and all of my body hair along with it. I stared down at my smooth hairless legs, and I get quite aroused seeing myself looking that way! I toweled off when I was done, and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.

To my surprise, Kerri was there waiting for me. She almost jumped me, she was so turned on seeing me without hair on my chest and legs. She went down on me, while playing with my nipples. I came so hard, imagining that I was a woman! Then she wanted me to do the same thing to her, which I did.

"You should use my skin cream and my bath oils, my love" she said as we were dressing afterwards. "If you take care of your skin, you can keep it feeling soft and smooth, like mine."

"Sure" I said, excited at the thought of applying scented oils, and keeping my skin feeling soft. I wondered what had come over her, and why she was doing all of this. It was as if my dream was coming true. She was letting me be more feminine, and feeling like a woman made me just tingle all over! I loved imagining that I was female. And she was enabling me to do it now! Wow.

Whatever was making her do this, it was awesome for me. She wanted sex all the time, which of course is every man's fantasy. And she was doing it in a way that made me feel more and more feminine all the time, which was *my* deepest fantasy.

After we ate, Kerri wanted to go out shopping. I did some work around the house, while she did her shopping. When she returned, she wanted to show me something that she had bought for me. It was a white tank top style shirt, although the straps over the shoulders seemed quite thin to me, and the material was very soft, almost shiny. Also, the neckline was cut in a "V" shape, which led me to one inescapable conclusion: this was not a man's top. My wife had just bought me something from the lady's department of the department store.

"Thank you" I said, not sure yet what was really going on.

"Try it on!" she said. "I can't wait to see you in it, showing off your sexy chest."

I took off my shirt, and pulled it on. It felt so tiny, like very little of me was covered up. I wasn't used to wearing something that left my shoulders bare, and exposed so much of my chest. If I had big breasts like Kerri, you would have been able to see a *lot* of them, if she had on a shirt like this one! I looked at her, and she was grinning.

"I don't think I can wear this outside of the house" I said, unsure of her intentions.

"That's the plan, my love" she replied. "Your sexy chest is all mine, and only *I* get to see you show it off like that. You could wear that under a sweater, or maybe a jacket. But I bought it for you to wear at home, so you could turn me on, like you're doing now."

We had already done it that day, but she was so turned on seeing me in the women's tank top, that she went crazy, and before long, we were doing it on the couch! Normally, she was quite prudish outside of the bedroom. That was the only place we had done it in the whole house, for our ten years together. But here we were, on the couch, with her on top of me, with me still wearing the new shirt!

* * *

A few days later, Kerri had a new pair of pants for me. That wasn't too unusual; she did all the shopping, and she often bought things for me. But as I read the label, I gasped. These weren't men's pants. They were *women's*. She wanted me to try them on of course, and she insisted that I wear my new top too, so she could see the whole outfit. I was so excited, knowing that my wife had just dressed me up in an outfit of all women's clothes!

"Hmmm" she said.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Its your boxers" she replied. "They're all bunched up under your pants, and they show."

My new pants were made with a softer, thinner, stretchier material than any of my other ones. Looking in the mirror, I could see where my boxers bunched up and showed, just like she said.

"Why don't you try these on instead?" she said, digging through her panty drawer, and handing me a pair of black ones.

"You want me to put these on?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"Yes, my love. You'll look so much better in them. Would you try them on, for me?"

"Well, sure" I replied.

Now a so-called "normal" man might have recoiled at his wife suggesting that he put on panties! But I wasn't exactly like everyone else. I really enjoyed wearing women's clothes, and before we were married, I had quite a collection of panties for myself. I'd even wear them to work sometimes, getting a thrill knowing I had them on, just like all of the women in the office. But this was different; Kerri was *asking* me to put them on for her!

Instead of getting angry like most men would have, I said "sure", took off my new pants and my boxers. I pulled on the pair of black panties, remembering how wonderful it was to feel something so soft surrounding me, with no fly in front to open. I shivered all over; it felt so good to be in panties again for the first time in over ten years!

I pulled up my new pants, and now there was no problem. No more bunched up boxers. These pants were designed to fit over panties. And now that I had them on too, the pants fit correctly.

"You look so much better now" said Kerri. "You look so sexy. I'm getting all wet just looking at you wearing them."

In a way I was kind of freaked out. My wife had just dressed me up in panties, women's pants, and a women's tank top. And she said that I looked so sexy that I was getting her wet. What was going on here? Since when did me dressing as a woman make Kerri feel excited? But as of late, something had come over her, and she was always getting turned on.

"Come on now" she said, taking me by the hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Shopping" she replied.

I put on a wind breaker jacket to hide my tank top, and I followed her out the door to her car. We drove to her favorite department store, and we went right to the women's department.

"What do you think about these?" she said, showing me a pair of shoes.

"They look very nice" I replied.

"Which outfit of mine do you think they'd go with?"

"Maybe your black party dress?" I said.

"Very good, baby. You sure know your shoes. How about these? Do you like them?"

"Very much" I replied.

And so it went. She asked me about everything she looked at, and she selected several things for herself, ranging from lingerie to a new skirt, to a pair of shoes. I was getting warm from all the walking around, but I was afraid to remove or unzip my jacket. I didn't want anyone to see what I was wearing underneath! I also wondered if the saleswomen could tell that my pants came from *their* department. It was thrilling and scary all at the same time. When at last we left, I was relieved to say the least!

* * *

I got up for work a few days later, took my shower, then went to get dressed. I opened my underwear drawer, and I was stunned. Every single pair of my boxers were gone. In their place was dozens of pairs of panties! There were all styles, ranging from things to ones that covered everything. Some were lacy, some were silky, and there was every color, ranging from black, red, light blue, pink, and of course white.

Needless to say, I was excited. I put on a pair, then put on my work clothes. Kerri was still asleep, so I didn't want to wake her. What a nice surprise for me! But what had made her do this? It was like my deepest fantasy was coming true, with her starting to feminize me. I hadn't said anything to her, and nothing I had done could possibly have let her know what I liked. Yet somehow, she was doing just what I had dreamed of, gradually making me become more and more like a woman.

"Did you like your surprise, my love?" she asked on the phone when we spoke in the afternoon.

"I sure did" I replied. "It came as quite a surprise."

"I'm so glad you aren't upset. When I saw you in panties the other day, it turned me on so much! I just love seeing you in panties. I want for you to wear them all the time. I hope you like being in panties as much as I like having you in them."

"I love how the feel" I said, not wanting to say too much in the office. You never knew who might be listening!

"So you'll wear them all the time, for me?"

"I sure will" I said. "Thank you so much, Kerri."

"You don't know how happy you just made me" she replied. "I wish you were here right now with me, so we could go down on each other. I want you so much, baby. Hurry home. I want you."

"Me too" I said. "I'll get home as soon as I can."

"Hurry" she said. "Knowing that you're wearing panties right now has me so turned on, I feel like I need to masturbate myself."

Wow! Where did that come from? I couldn't believe that me being in panties could have that kind of effect on Kerri! If I had known that she liked it so much, I would have introduced crossdressing to our relationship from the start! I had a hard time getting back to work after that. All I could think about was Kerri.

* * *

A few days after Kerri replaced all of my boxers with panties, I came home from work to find that she had bought me a new shirt. It looked like something I could wear into the office, but when I went to unbutton it, I noticed two things. Number one, the buttons were on the wrong side, meaning it was another *women's* shirt. And number two, it was the kind with a built-in bra.

I tried it on, and it was a little tight in the waist, because I didn't have curves. But it was something I could get away with wearing into the office, if I really had to. Kerri fussed over me, making a big deal about how good it made me look. I couldn't believe that my wife was buying me women's clothes!

I realized that something serious was going on here. This wasn't just some game for the bedroom. She already had me wearing panties all of the time, and now she was buying me women's clothes to wear to work! As much as I enjoyed what she was doing, I realized that we needed to talk about it. When we went to our bedroom for the night, after we kissed a few times, I decided that the time had come.

"Kerri" I said, "We need to talk."

"Yes, my love?" she asked.

"I really love the new clothes you've been buying me" I said. "And I love how it feels to wear the panties..."

"I'm so glad" she said, cutting me off. "You look so sexy in them. I just *adore* you, when I see you in panties."

"That's what we need to talk about" I said.

"You don't like what I'm doing for you?" she said, sounding slightly hurt.

"No, no, no!" I said. "I absolutely *love* it. But we need to talk. I need to understand where your head is at. You never did this before. Now all of a sudden, you're acting differently. What's going on, Kerri?"

"It all started, I don't know, a few weeks ago, around the first of the month" she said. "I was looking at you lying in bed next to me, and suddenly I had a strange vision. I was seeing you lying there, but you had become a woman. You don't know what that did to me! I never felt so turned on in all of my life. It was like a revelation. Ever since that moment, I've just been obsessed with seeing you as you were in my vision."

I nodded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first of the month was when I saw the shooting star! Somehow, this was connected to the wish that I had made! I continued listening.

"I was afraid at first to do anything about it. While we had sex, I would imagine that you were a woman, and that made me get so excited that I wanted to do you all the time. I was scared when tried to get you to remove your body hair. When you did it for me, I was so pleased. Most men are too insecure to do something like that, and I loved you even more for it."

She put her hands on me, as she continued to talk.

"I was *so* nervous when I bought you the girl's top. I felt like a schoolgirl on her first date, when I gave it to you. When you accepted it, I just melted inside with love and passion for you. It was even more so with the pants. I took a chance, and tried to get you into panties that day. Again, you were receptive, and didn't complain. I didn't think there was any way I could get you to dress up as a woman. But you've let me do this to you, and I just feel all bubbly and excited. Just talking to you about it makes me feel so good!"

"I have to admit, it feels wonderful" I admitted, carefully.

"I feel like I'm on a mission now" she said. "A mission to help you look more and more like the woman you were in my vision. I'm so glad you've let me do this. You don't know what it means to me. I'm so glad you like it, knowing that I'm gradually turning you into a woman. I can see that it turns you on too."

She put her hand down into my pants, where I was all hard, after hearing her talk about me in that way! She wanted to turn me into a woman! Nothing could arouse me more. I admitted to her that it was a huge turn-on for me, and it felt so wonderful. I just couldn't tell her that I had been crossdressing all of my life. I didn't think she'd like to hear that. But I told her how wonderful it all felt.

"That's so good, my love" she said. "This is something that can bring us closer together. We can be much closer than any other married couple out there. It will bring our relationship to a whole new level."

"I agree" I said. "I'm willing to go along with anything you want to do."

"Aw, honey" she said. "I wished with all my heart that you would be willing to do this for me. You don't know how good you're making me feel. I love you so much."

We walked hand and hand into the bedroom. My heart was pounding. I was so excited! She had wished that I would go along with it? She was wishing that I'd live out my dream! I watched as she dug through her dresser, and pulled out a pink and white nightie, which she handed to me. She put on her baby blue one, as I undressed then put on mine. We stood by each other, and began to kiss. Before long, we were making love, yet again. She was on top of me, and from the look on he face, she was having an avalanche of orgasms.

"Oh, princess" she said. "You're my princess. My pretty little girl."

Needless to say, that drove me over the edge, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded inside her, feeling a huge rush of pleasure. It was perhaps the best sex of my life, and such a turn-on to hear Kerri call me a girl!

* * *

"I would love to see what you look like in makeup, princess" said Kerri the next evening, after we did the dishes together following dinner. I was stunned that she was so forward about it. And I was more than eager.

"Really?" I said. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do" she said. "I want to sit you down, and teach you everything you need to know, so you can put on makeup yourself."

Now I was completely hard, I was so turned on thinking about it. I followed her up to our room, and I lived out a life long fantasy of mine, as she added one thing after the next to my face, until it actually looked pretty! She was very patient, like a mother teaching her daughter. I couldn't stop staring at my face.

Kerri unbuttoned my shirt, and took it off of me. I thought that she would want sex right away, but I was mistaken. Instead of leading me to the bed, she wanted to put something else on me first: a bra! It was pink, with an underwire, and smooth cups. The straps were wide, and there was a little bow on the front. I pretended to fumble with it, so that she wouldn't know I had worn bras in my past, many, many times.

Once it was on me, I had that familiar feeling of the band stretching around me, the straps over my shoulders. It felt so good! I just smiled as she folded up some towels, and stuffed them into the cups of my bra, so that it would look like I had mounds on my chest. But both of us were dissatisfied with the results.

For one thing, even after a few tries, it was very hard to get my two "boobs" even. And some of the towel stuck out on the side. With a tight top on, it wouldn't look right. She frowned as she examined them. Then her face lit up.

"I have an idea" she said. "Come with me."

We went to the computer, which she booted up. In a matter of minutes, she found an online store that sold "breast forms", which were realistic looking, and could be used by women who needed to have their breasts removed. It felt kind of weird that she was ordering me something that was normally used by breast cancer survivors. But they looked so real, and I was so excited to try them out!

"I'll start you out with a b-cup size" she said. "As you gradually become more feminine, I'll upgrade you to D's, when you're ready."

Once the order was sent and we got confirmation, she pointed the floor in front of her. I knelt down, while she pulled up her skirt. I buried my face in her pussy, and went at it with my tongue. I made her come again and again. As I licked her, she kept saying things like "You're my little princess now. You are becoming a woman. You're my woman now, princess. Mmmm, you know just how to please a woman. Soon, you'll be one, so I can do that to you too."

When she had enough, she went down on me. I was in makeup! I had on a bra, stuffed full! I felt so feminine, and naturally, it was the most delicious, wonderful experience for me!

"That was so good, princess" she told me. "I can't wait until you really are female. You're going to make a wonderful woman."

* * *

Each day brought new feminine delights for me. One day Kerri bought me a pair of pumps, in my size! I don't know how she found them, but soon she was teaching me how to walk in heels. She complimented me on how sexy they made my legs look. I couldn't believe I was walking around the house with me wife, and me in heels!

We did all of the housework together now, and we had become so close. We rented romantic movies to watch, we took long walks together, and we rubbed each other's backs. We had become so close, just as she said. At least once a day (if not more), we made love. And always, she'd surprise me with something new, like the day that we were making love in the afternoon.

As we often did, we started by sucking on each other's nipples. I went down on her, like she liked, and she kept telling me I was a wonderful lesbian lover for her. She then told me to lay on my back, and she got on top of me. That wasn't new; she did that kind of thing all the time. But what followed certainly was!

As she guided me up into her wet pussy, she moved the covers, and revealed a tube. She took the top off, and squeezed out some white cream onto each of my nipples. It was cold for a moment, but she began rubbing it in.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It is time that you start to fill out your bra" she said. "I'm just dying to see you with little boobs on your chest, like a little girl. This is called breast cream. It contains female hormones, and it will make your boobs grow. I used it myself to add one cup size, before we started dating. I want you to put this on, twice a day. In time, your breasts will begin to bud, then they will start to grow. You're going to have *real* boobs soon, princess."

I felt such a mix of excitement and fear! I came so hard, at the thought of myself having *real* boobs on my chest. But then how would I go to work? I couldn't let everyone see me like that! I kept throbbing, as Kerri kept rubbing me.

"You'll love it once you fill out your bra" she said. "Your chest will be more sensitive. If it feels good now for me to suckle your nipples now, imagine how much better it will be once you've got boobs. Soon you will look more like a woman. Soon, you will be a girl."

I had a strange feeling on this. I had always loved dressing up as a girl, but I had never done anything to alter my body. If this cream did work, I would start to develop real breasts, a female secondary sex characteristic. This was something that Kerri wanted, something that she was doing to me. I had this feeling like I had no control over what was going on, and that *she* was the one making the decisions for me. Somehow, her having the power and being the one to make the decisions for us made me feel less of a man. And the less of a man I was, the more I could feel feminine. I had never seen her as being powerful before, and certainly not powerful over me. But now things were different. She was turning me into a woman, and I *liked* it.

As we went to sleep that night, she whispered into my ears.

"You are becoming a girl now. Soon, you will be a girl."

* * *

A couple of days later, when I came home from work, I went upstairs to put on something more casual. To my shock and delight, I found that my dresser and my part of the closet had been cleaned out: about half of my clothes were gone, and in there place was a wide assortment of women's clothes! Kerri had replaced half of my thing, by the looks of it.

"As soon as you get home every day, I want you to dress up in something pretty, so you can be my princess" she said.

I of course was excited at the prospect! I already had panties on of course, so I took off my office attire, and started by putting on one of the bras in my dresser drawer. There must have been a dozen to choose from now! I then selected a cami, along with a navy blue skirt. I noticed that my show collection had grown as well. I picked out a cute pair of Mary Janes, and tried them on.

Then I sat down to try my hand at putting on my own makeup. I intentionally made some errors, so she wouldn't guess that I had done it before. Too much foundation in spots, a little uneven on the rouge, and a poor choice in lipstick color. Naturally, she acted like a teacher, and helped me correct my errors.

"Soon, you'll be good at putting on your own makeup, princess" she said.

I smiled back. I felt so happy! She stared at my face, then shook her head.

"Those eyebrows of yours are way too bushy" she said. "I'm going to pluck them for you, just a little."

She used her tweezers, and she removed a couple of dozen hairs from each side, with a quick moment of pain for each one she plucked. There wasn't that much of a difference, but it was exciting to think about!

"Not too much at once, so that everyone notices" she said. "I'll gradually pluck you down to nice feminine eyebrows."

We ate dinner together, then we did the dishes together. Before we sat down to watch a movie, Kerri told me that it was time for me to learn how to care for my fingernails. She taught me about filing them, and keeping them in nice shape. The she painted them a faint pink color, that was barely noticeable, other than the extra shine it gave them.

We watched the movie together, then went through the kitchen to make up the shopping list for the next day. Together, we made our lunches for the next day, and then it was time for bed. I was so excited, having just gone around all evening in a skirt! I wanted her so bad. She had me strip down to my panties and bra, then she asked me to lay down on the bed. We kissed for some time, and explored each other's bodies with our hands. I was *so* ready for her.

But then she gave me quite a shock. She reached into a drawer in her night stand, and she pulled out a huge dildo that looked quite realistic. She held it in her hands, pointing it at me.

"Doesn't this just make you want to suck on it, princess?" she asked.

"No" I said. "I don't want that!"

"Can I ask you a favor then?" she said.

"Of course" I replied. I owed her so much for all she had done.

"Can I just take this, and touch you with it? It would mean so much to me!"

"Really?" I said. "Why?"

"It would make you look so feminine in my eyes, if I could touch you all over with this."

I didn't see the point, and I definitely didn't want to be touched all over with a big fake penis! But Kerri had been helping me live out my deepest fantasy, and I just couldn't say no to her. I told her to go ahead.

She took the dildo, and began tracing circles around my tummy. She ran it up, right between the fake boobs inside my bra, then over to my arm. She ran it down the length of both arms, then down my body, and across both of my smooth legs. Next, she put it on my cheek, and made a circle around my face with it.

"It makes you look so feminine" she said. "It turns me on to see you looking so much like a woman."

"And me too" I said, supportively.

Kerri took the dildo, and held it up by her mouth. She used her tongue to lick the tip of it. Then she held it out, right in front of my mouth!

"Go on princess" she said. "Do what I just did. Show me that you're a woman on the inside now."

I wasn't sure that I wanted to. It was intimidating to see something that looked like an erect penis right in my face, and inch from my mouth. Kerri stuck out her tongue, and nodded. She really wanted me to do this. Against my better judgment, I stuck my tongue out so that it was touching the dildo, and I made a small circle on the tip, as she had.

"Oh, I'm going to come" she said, her eyes rolling back in her head. I wasn't even simulating her, but seeing me do that was driving her to the point of having an orgasm! I reached up and pulled down her panties. She worked them off, then pulled off mine. She mounted me on the top, and then she picked up the dildo again.

She licked the tip of it again, and then opened her mouth just enough to fit the tip in. I could see her tongue make a circle inside her mouth. Then she pulled it out. She held it up to me. From the look on her face, I could tell she was desperate for me to do the same. I cringed a little as I stuck out my tongue to lick the tip of it. And then I opened my mouth just enough for her to put the tip in.

I made the swirl with my tongue, as she had, and the effect on her was stunning. Her body shook, as she was rocked by a huge orgasm. Seeing me do that just sent her over the edge. And the way she shook, it stimulated me so that *I* climaxed too, at the same moment.

"See?" she said breathlessly, as she finally pulled the dildo out of my mouth, "It made us both come."

I wondered why she had just done that to me. It was never part of my fantasies. But if that was what it took to make her get excited about feminizing me, then it was something I would just have to do sometimes.

* * *

The next night, Kerri again got the dildo out. She put it right between her breasts. It looked so strange nestled down there between her two large full mounds.

"Mmmm" she said. "Don't you just love sucking on this?"

No, I didn't! I just kept silent. I looked over, and saw that she had a second one now, identical to the one between her boobs. She took it, and placed it on *me*, right between my little nipples. Without the stuffed bra on, my chest was so flat. So the second dildo didn't have anything to nestle in between. But that had the effect of making it appear to be bigger, which was all the more intimidating to me!

Kerri took hers, and started to touch me all over with it. I just laid there, and let her do it, knowing what a turn-on it was for her. After a few minutes, she was using it to tease my nipples, and I couldn't help but to get hard from the stimulation. Then she took my hand, and moved it so that it was on top of the dildo on my chest.

"Pick it up, princess" she said. "Do as I do."

She took hers, and licked the tip of it. I didn't really want to, but I did the same to mine. I was rewarded with seeing her close her eyes as waves of pleasure swept over her. She gasped, as she opened her eyes. Now she put the tip of her dildo into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around. She nodded, and I did the same to mine. Again, she was engulfed in pleasure, and she started to moan.

"Seeing your lips so red from your lipstick, wrapped around a dick like that, it just, wow. It's so wonderful, princess."

I couldn't believe that it turned her on so much!

"Watch my tongue" she said, holding her mouth open. I watched careful. "This time, let it in deeper. Use your tongue like I just showed you. I find that it really heightens the pleasure for your man if you do that. When you slide it back out, stop before you let the tip out. Try to stimulate him on the ridge here, with a few flicks of your tongue. I guarantee you, he'll love it."

I couldn't believe that my wife was teaching me how to make a man come in my mouth! I was shocked to say the least. I watched her take in more of the dildo, then pull it back out slowly. She did it again, then she nodded to me. It was my turn now. I took a deep breath and began. I let it in deeper, and I felt quite a gag reflex kick in as the tip touched the back of my throat. I almost had to spit it out, but I kept myself together.

I was thankful to slide it back out, and I tried to do what she showed me as I got to the wider part at the tip. Kerri's eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure washed through her. She got on top of me, and how my penis was deep inside her pussy, which was all wt.

"Again" she said. "Again."

I did what she wanted.

"Faster" she instructed. "Build up a rhythm. In. Out. In. Out! In!!! Out!!! Oh my god.... aaaaaaaah."

I could feel her body shake. Her movements stimulated me too, and I exploded as well, my penis throbbing as I kept coming and coming inside of her. It was great sex, but what was so strange was that it seemed like me sucking on a dildo was making her come, more than me being up inside her pussy. But I didn't care. She was feminizing me, we were having lots of sex, and I was happier than I had ever been in my life, even if I did have to put a large fake penis in my mouth to make Kerri happy.

* * *

The next day, my new breast forms arrived. Kerri showed me how to put them in, and I was quite happy with the results. No more lumps under my bra; now it was nice and smooth. They were weighted realistically, and they even jiggled a little, just like real boobs. I felt so aware of them, as we went through our normal routine at night. She caressed them and cupped them in her hands, as we sat on the couch watching a movie.

When we went up to bed, she told me she wanted me to keep them in when we made love, so it would seem to her as if I had real boobs. I was eager for that too, wanting to feel as feminine as possible.

Kerri took off all of her clothes, then she stripped me down to just my bra, so it could support my new breast forms. After much touching and kissing, we were both ready. As she had done the past few nights, she started by getting out a dildo. She sat on the side of the bed, and held it out in her hands for me. I reached for it, but she told me that she would hold it.

It was kind of low for me, so I had to bend my knees a little and bend over to get my mouth on it. She purred with pleasure as I began to lick the tip of it. As I went to put my mouth around it, she lowered her arms, so I had to bend down lower. She kept moving it down, and I had to get on my knees. Finally, she held it so that the back end was touching her pussy, as I began to build up a rhythm, taking it in and letting it out.

It was scary for me to see looking as if she had a penis between her legs. I was on my knees servicing her, and she was holding the dildo right there as if it was her penis. The more I went at it, the more she moaned, until she finally climaxed.

"That was so that you know how a woman feels" she said. "Now lets go into the shower."

I had to take off my bra and with it my breast forms, which made me feel almost inadequate, as I stood there next to Kerri with her large full breasts. We got under the hot water, and she picked up the pink shaver.

"I already did my legs today" I told her.

"That's now where I'm going to shave you" she replied.

She took the razor, and started to work on my pubic hair. I hadn't done anything to it, and it felt kind of scary to have a sharp instrument in her hands, so close to my penis. She shaved my hair down there into a neat little rectangle, just like hers.

"Now you're more like me" she said, as she began to move her hand back and forth, jerking me off. In the wet of the shower, seeing her wet breasts glisten, I was so turned on! I stood there as she did it harder and harder. Instead of stimulating my nipples as she often did, this time she completely surprise me. She reached around behind me, and put a finger up into me, making me jump from the shock. A moment later, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I started to come. It was so different! My heart was beating so fast!

I was breathless when I was finally done. We washed each other up, rinsed off, then headed off to bed, to fall asleep in each other's arms. But not before I put on my bra with my new breast forms, to wear under my pink nightie.

* * *

On Saturday, we did something special, again. Kerri showed me that the breast forms came with a glue, which I could use to help hold them in place. That meant I could go without a bra, but I'd still have the nice little mounds on my chest. She had me put on a tight red dress that only came down barely far enough to cover my panties.

She had me do my makeup, as usual, and then my nails. When I was done, she brought out my surprise. It was a wig! It was my hair color, but much longer and fuller. She showed me how to put it on, and how to secure it in place. With that done, I put on my jewelry, my perfume, and then a pair of red mules to match my dress.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was so happy that I could have cried. I looked *so* feminine! The dress had a low cut back, but as I turned around, there was no sign of a bra strap going across me. Yet I had nice little boobs filling out the front, with just a little bit of cleavage exposed. The breast forms had huge nipples in the front, and the bumps from them showed right through the material of the dress. I had never felt so feminine in all of my life!

"Lets work on your walk, and how you sit" she said. "Soon, you'll be going outside with me, as my girlfriend. You need to learn how to move as a woman."

She spent hours with me, trying to improve how I held my hands, how I moved, how I sat, crossed my legs, facial mannerisms, and more. There was so much to learn! I was eager to absorb all of her knowledge, and I tried my best to imitate her in every way. It would be so exciting (and scary) to go out of the house as a girl!

That night, before we went to bed, Kerri told me to change into a set of white lingerie she had bought for me. I put it all on, and I felt so special being surrounded by all that silk, satin and lace. I still had my wig on, and full makeup, not to mention the fact that I had changed into a pair of white pumps.

Kerri left for a few moments, then returned into the room. She had on a plain white T-shirt, several sizes too large for her. She also wore a pair of my old boxers, which I thought she had gotten rid of.

"Ooh princess" she said. "You're such a sexy woman. You're turning me on so much!"

She reached down, and undid the fly in her boxers. I gaped as I watched her pull something out, through the hole. It looked like one of her dildos, only it was firmly in place, somehow secured to her. I shuddered as I realized that she was wearing a strap-on!

"Don't you want to kneel down, and suck my dick?" she said.

"Kerri..." I said, not liking to have her talk to me that way.

"Oh princess, I want you so much! Please my love, please! It would mean so much to me if you'd do it. It would be such a special favor for me. I want so much to look down and see you on your knee's, with my dick in your mouth. Please, princess. Oh, it would mean so much to me!"

I certainly did not want to, and not when she was saying to "suck her dick". But I owed her so much. I didn't feel like I could say no. With a bit of regret, I got down on my knees in front of her. I looked up at her, with the huge dildo pointing right at my face.

"Oh princess, you're such a wonderful lover" she said. "I always knew you'd make a perfect woman. Open up for me, and do what I taught you. Make me come in your mouth."

I really didn't like it one bit, but I did as she asked. I used my tongue on her, I let in just the tip and swirled my tongue around. Then I started bobbing my head, letting her dildo in and out, going harder and harder. She reacted as if she was having the hugest orgasm ever as I did this for her.

"Oh princess" she said. "I look down and see you sucking my dick like that, and it makes me feel like you're a woman now. I don't look at you as a man anymore, even when you're dressed up pretending to be one. You're not a man to me at all, and I love you for it! I am *so* glad that you gave up your manhood to please me. You're no longer my husband. Now you're my wife."

When I stood up, she put her hands on my behind.

"Do you want me to put my penis into you?" she said.

"No" I replied.

"You liked it so much with my finger in the shower" she said.

"I know. But I just don't want that."

"That's okay, princess" she said. "I understand. Some day, when you believe yourself to be a woman too, as I do, you'll be ready, and you'll want me inside you."

I was relieved that she backed down. But she didn't do anything to make me come that night, for the first time in a long time. I had to go to the bathroom and do it myself. I swore that I'd never *want* her to do me with her strap-on. That was out of the question.

* * *

"Princess" she said one day, "It is important that you reach your full feminine potential. Are you willing to do something for me, so you can feel more like a woman? Something that will help you move forward into the feminine realm?"

"Of course" I said, excitedly wondering what she wanted me to do now.

"I'm so glad you'd do this for me" she said, as she opened up a drawer and removed a pill bottle. "These are female hormones. The cells in your body all have estrogen receptors. When you take these pills, they will switch on the female functions that are hidden within you."

It felt exciting as I took my first dose of female hormones, washing it down with a sip of water.

"The estrogens will even help rewire your brain, so that you will start to think and feel as a woman does. Even as we speak, it is starting to act on you. I'm so happy that you've taken this step. You're becoming a real woman now, princess."

We did it right then and there, as she told me that seeing me take the pill was such a huge turn on for her. The more feminine I became, the more overwhelming her desires for me! I was in heaven as she toyed with my nipples, while I was buried deep inside her pussy.

* * *

It was only a few days later when Kerri bought me my first corset. She tied it on me, and it felt wonderful to be so constricted. I also loved what it did for my figure, forcing my body to look as if it had curves. Having a thinner waist pulled in so tight made my hips look wider. Now all of my skirts and dresses would look so much better on my, not to mention my blue jeans. Now I could wear women's styles, and look so much better! I loved the corset, and I told her I wanted to wear it all the time around the house.

"I have one thing more for you" she told me.

Kerri handed me a box, which I eagerly opened. What new exciting surprise would be next. I gasped as I looked inside, and saw something that looked just like a pussy. It was on flesh-colored material, with several straps.

"Its called a gaff" she said. "You can wear it around the house, so I won't have to see those disgusting things between your legs. It kind of grosses me out to see that fake penis of yours down there."

That was just how I felt about seeing her in the strap-on! At least she understood. I was too hard to even try the gaff on though, because it excited me so much to think of how I'd look in it. Kerri used her hand on me, having me come into a towel. Then she helped me into it, and I stood before the mirror.

Wow!!! Now it looked as if I had a pussy too! I was so happy that I kissed her and kissed her.

"You've made me so happy" I said. In all my life, I had never so much felt like I was really a woman.

"I'm glad, Nikki" she said. "I like keeping my wife happy."

Nikki? She had just called me by a *girl's* name for the first time.

"Lets get dressed Nikki. We have work to do around the house."

She showed me a new outfit she had bought for me. It was dark blue and white, and I thought it looked sharp. I started to put it on, and I noticed that she was putting on an identical one! We were wearing the exact same thing now. It made me feel just that much closer to her.

"You have boobs now, like me" she said. "You have a pussy now, just like me. You've got estrogen flowing in your bloodstream, just like me. You've got a girl's name, just like me. We wear the same clothes. We wear the same makeup. We have the same nail color. You are becoming exactly like me, Nikki. You're a woman now."

I was so happy that I wanted to cry. Kerri and I did some chores around the house, cooked dinner, cleaned up, then snuggled together on the couch as we watched a moving. And all the time, she kept telling me that I was a woman now.

When we went to bed that night, she asked me to keep my gaff on. She kept petting me on my fake pussy, telling me what a huge turn-on it was for her to see me with a pussy at last, just like hers. I watched as she took out her dildo. After touching me with it all over, she used to on herself, sliding it in and out of her pussy, until she made her self come. It was so hot to watch her do that!

Then she took it, and worked it into my fake pussy. Inside, it came in contact with my penis, and she used it to rub me until I came too. To see my legs spread open, with a dildo going up into me, and having that make me come was something that made me feel more like a woman than anything yet before.

"Nikki, my love, my wife, will you do something for me?" she asked.

"Anything" I said, as I felt so happy.

"Go get me my strap-on. Put it on me."

I didn't really like it, but I got it for her. I pulled it up onto her, and tightened the straps on her legs to keep it firmly in place.

"Go down on me" she said.

I got on my knees, and used my mouth on her. As usual, seeing me do that to her was enough to make her come. But she wasn't finished.

"I just ache to feel myself inside you" she said. "I need you so much. Please, I beg you! Open up your legs for me. Show me that you understand that you *are* a woman now. Let me inside of you, Nikki."

I felt so conflicted. Kerri had done so much for me, doing all this so that I could live out my fantasy of being feminized. Here I was, after going around all day in a skirt, with fake boobs on my chest, smooth legs, makeup, a wig, and everything. I felt so feminine, and it was all thanks to Kerri. Now she wanted to do me with a strap-on! I was scared, but how could I possibly say no to her?

The first time she had touched me with her dildo, it was gross, it was scary, and it made my stomach turn. But I guess I had gotten used to it by now, and it didn't seem so bad. She seemed so desperate to try it. So I did the only thing I could. I turned around, put my hands on the bed, and spread my legs wide apart.

I felt her came to me from behind, and oh-so gently start to work it up into me. She kept gasping, as if it was making her come, just to put her fake penis into me. Soon she was all the way up into me, and she began to gently thrust, building up speed in her rhythm.

"You're a woman now" she said. "Your name is Nikki. You are my wife. You are a woman. You are a woman. I'm so happy that you're secure enough in your femininity to let me do this for you. I'm so glad that you've become a woman, my love."

Later that night as we lay in bed, she was playing with my nipples.

"You know Nikki, your nipples are starting to get much larger. Your little boobs are starting to bud and grow."

I shivered all over. I had noticed it, and I was quite excited about it (although still scared!).

"On the inside and out, you are becoming female now, just like me."

She used her hand on me, and I came in my panties.

* * *

"I'm so glad you're a woman now, Nikki" my wife said the next morning.

"I am too" I replied, as I touched her soft skin with my hand.

"I wish you had been born female, so you could have a real pussy. Don't you agree?"

"Yes" I said. "I do."

"We're so in sync now, you and I. I wish you could feel everything that I feel. It would be fantastic if you had a pussy."

"Mmmm" I said. It was a dream of mine! I still couldn't believe that she was saying this!

We got up, showered, and started to get dressed. I put on my bra, and slipped in my b-cup sized breast forms.

"You'll look so pretty once your boobs get nice and big, like mine" she said. "Have you ever thought about getting implants?"

I laughed. I'd look funny going to work, if I had boobs like hers! It would be exciting, but that just wouldn't work! We got dressed up, and went out to go shopping to add more clothes to my collection. We scoured several resale shops, before stopping off at the department store. It was thrilling to go out of the house and nobody questioned my femininity. Kerri had done such a fabulous job of teaching me how to move and how to act, I easily passed as a woman.

Soon, we were going out to dinner as two girlfriends. I'd come home from work, change into my female personal, then we'd go to eat, go to the movies, or whatever we felt like.

A month later, Kerri had a surprise for me. We were going on vacation together. She booked us a plane flight, but alas, I had to go in my male personal, since you needed ID. When we arrived, after we picked up our luggage, she drove us to a cheap hotel. I was a little disappointed.

"I thought we were going to a resort" I said.

"We are" she replied. "I booked us as Kerri and Nikki. We're just here for a few hours, so you can change."

I was excited to get into my female clothes. We'd be here for an entire week, and not once would I have to go back to being a man! It was such a thrill to spend a whole week as Nikki! We took long hikes in the woods, played golf and tennis (with me in the cutest little outfits with short white skirts and sleeveless tops!), and more. With my gaff on and my breast forms, I could even wear a one-piece swimsuit for late night dips in the pool or hanging out with our feet dangling in the hot tub. We got manicures and pedicures together, and makeovers at the spa.

But the best night was the night before we left. Kerri told me that she had a special surprise. We went back to our room, and I was stunned to see what was hanging on the wall: two identical white bridal gowns!

"That's right, princess" she said. "Tonight we're going to attend a commitment ceremony. We are going to marry each other all over again, as two women. This time, we will both be brides."

It took two hours to get into my outfit. First of all, Kerri had bought me new breast forms, in d-cup size! I felt so much more womanly with them in. Then we both put on matching white lingerie. I wore a tight waist cincher, to make me narrow in the waist. Then we put on our gowns, with huge skirts covering layer upon layer of white crankily material that made them poof out in all directions.

We did each other's makeup, then she did her hair. Next, she did my hair up, and put in a glittering tiara. She wore an identical one, and we both giggled as we looked at each other. Hand in hand we walked to the meeting room where the ceremony was to take place. They had bouquets for both of us, and a photographer to document the visuals.

We stood there and exchanged vows. I promised to be her wife, to have and to hold, until death do us part. And she did the same for me. She had matching rings for us, and we slipped them onto each other's fingers. Now we were married all over again. I was Kerri's wife now, and she was mine.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you just changed your legal name to Nikki?" she asked me, as we danced together. "I don't want to see you ever go back to pretending you're a man. I want you to be my wife all of the time, every day."

"I'd love to, but I have a job" I said.

"You should quit your job, and we could move. Then you could get a job where they only know you as Nikki."

We twirled around, as I considered what that would mean. Kerri put her hand on my chest.

"Then you could go get implants, so your boobs could be large and real" she said. "I want to see you with a nice full rack, babe. I want you to be stacked, like me."

I was so excited hearing this talk from her! I was so hard. And with all they layers poofing out the skirt of my gown, you'd never know that I had such a raging hard-on.

"I want to see your panties laying flat in front, all the time" said Kerri. "I want to see a pussy between your legs. Not just the gaff, but a pussy. I don't want you to have to waste so much time transforming into your true self, after you go to work pretending to be a man. Please Nikki, please become a real woman for me, all the time."

I felt dizzy, perhaps from the champagne, or perhaps from these wonderful words she was saying.

"You're not a man. Why are you pretending to be one during the day in the office? Your boobs are growing now Nikki. Your butt is getting rounder. The female hormones in your system are starting to kick in. You should be a woman full time, and quite pretending to be a man. I want you to be a real woman, Nikki."

That night we made love over and over again. Being a bride was the best experience in all my life.

* * *

Going back to work after vacation is always hard. But for me, it was doubly so. Not only was I working instead of having fun with my wife, but I was dressed up as a man, instead of going around showing off my large boobs, feeling a skirt against my legs, laughing and enjoying life. Being a man seemed so dull, so boring. It was like watching a black and white movie, after just seeing a color movie in 3-D.

I went out for lunch, and took a long walk. I was standing in line for a cup of coffee, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Oh miss, do you have the time?"

"Quarter past noon" I said.

The person looked confused. When they saw my face, they realized I was a man. I shuddered when I realized that my posture, my walk, my mannerisms... after a week of being a full time woman, I had just being doing all of that without thinking! My hair *was* getting longer now, and I *was* wearing women's pants. Kerri had said my butt was getting rounder now. Maybe from behind, someone *could* mistake me for a woman.

When I came home, I had to tell Kerri all about it.

"See?" she said. "Even when you pretend to be a man, people *know* that you're a woman. You should let go this last vestige of your manhood. Let yourself become the woman you were meant to be."

I shuddered. It made so much sense. Maybe she was right.

* * *

When Kerri and I made love, sometimes it was her on top of me. Sometimes I gave her what she craved, and I'd let her do me with the strap-on. Now that I was over the shock of it, I had learned to enjoy it. Sometimes she'd have me do her "in the back", and she'd tell me how great "my strap-on" felt inside her, as if it was fake!

One time when she was inside of me, she was moaning with pleasure.

"Oh Nikki, I wish with all my heart that you would get that thing of yours removed, so you could have a pussy. I'm just dying to do this into your pussy. I know that one day you're going to have one. Please, don't make me wait! I wish with all my heart that you'd go and get yourself a pussy, so I could do you in there instead."

"I wish I did too" I said. "I want to feel an orgasm like you do, my love. I wish I was just like you."

The next time we went to bed, she had me lay on the bed on my back, with my legs dangling over the edge. She worked me into position, and she penetrated me with her strap-on. Now she was on top, as if she was the man, and I was the woman. I wrapped my legs around her, and pulled her close to me. I wished I had a pussy, so she could be putting her wonderful strap-on in there, instead.

That was when I knew that she was right. By the end of the week, I had quit my job. We sold the house, and moved to a warm weather city, just as she had always wanted to do. There, I changed my legal name to "Nikki Anne", and I began to live full time as a woman. There was no going back for me now. I vowed to never live one more moment as a man. I was a woman now, and I was committed to it all the way.

I got a job at a new company, where they only knew me as Nikki. Only the woman who hired me knew that I was still a physical man, although I told her about my plans to fix that. Six weeks after starting work, I needed a day off. I was going in to get a bb job.

Kerri and I spent hours surfing the web, looking at every porn site imaginable, until I found a model with the perfect boobs. I took some close up photos in to show the doctor the exact shape and size that I wanted. It was so exciting to think that soon I wouldn't need my breast forms anymore! My own boobs *were* growing, but slowly. They weren't even A-cup sized yet, and I couldn't wait. I *needed* real boobs. And right now.

My chest did hurt a bit after the surgery, but it was worth it when they took off the bandages and I saw myself with big boobs for the first time. I was so happy that I cried. I started working extra hours, so I could save up for what was going to come next.

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After I got my bb job, I found a doctor who prescribed a testosterone blocker for me, so that nasty male hormone would stop running through my system, trying to make my body act in a masculine manner. He also upped my does of female hormones, and I also started taking birth control pills to get something extra. It felt wonderful knowing that all the hormones were rapidly feminizing me, and that more then made up for the fact that I was soon unable to get any kind of erection anymore. I took to using Kerri's strap-on sometimes, so I could put something into her. But she said she was more than happy with just me going down on her, since I did that so well.

It was time now for the last step. I took a six week leave of absence from work. I had enough money saved up now, that we'd get by. Kerri was holding my hand as we went into the clinic. When I left, I wasn't going to be a physical man anymore. The last vestiges would be gone, and I'd really be a woman.

I was so happy that again I cried.

"When I see you again, you'll have a pussy of your own" said Kerri, supportively. "You'll really be a woman, and I will be so happy."

"I love you" I said. "You're the best wife in all the world."

"And I love you" replied Kerri. "*You* are the best wife a woman could ever have."

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Kerri and I sat on the bed and giggled. We were both sliding dildos in and out of our pussies, side by side on the same bed we had slept in the night after we had remarried as brides. It was our five year anniversary of our recommitment, and now we were both women. We did each other with strap-ons all night long, and we went down on each other, licking pussy.

We were so in love, and we had become so close, it was as if we were both the same person. I loved Kerri with all my heart, and she felt the same way about me. I was so happy, as we laid in bed and talked for hours. In fact, I was the happiest woman in the whole world.

  

  

  

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