Surprise, Baby! by: Rachel Ann Cooper © 2000
My girl friend Marie had called me and invited me over to her place last night. I really didn’t get to see her that much since I went back to work and had to give up doing a little baby/youth sitting chore with her kids a couple days a week so didn’t get to see my favorite kids now either so I jumped at the chance to go over.
‘Course the kids were in school. When I got there about 11 AM, she was just fixing lunch as she’d been up since 5:30. As I let myself in and walked through the family room she said, "I have a little surprise for you Ricki."
"Oh, I LOVE surprises!"
"Yes, I KNOW, and I think you will love this one too. I’m counting on it. <giggle> I want you to model that print dress of mine you say looks so fabulous on me."
"But Marie, it’s not even my size. You’re a ten now and I’m a twelve or have you put on some weight?."
"Don’t worry about it. I just want to see something."
"Well, OK. Whatever."
We adjourned to her bedroom and Marie got out that blue print dress. It DID look smashing on her but why did she want ME to try it on? Lucky I had my thigh highs on.
"OK Ricki, here’s a half slip."
I pulled the dress over my head after stepping out of my slacks and blouse and Marie zipped it up for me. Now, that IS peculiar I thought. This dress makes my breasts look smaller. No, not smaller. Still a D cup but lower. Well, that’s OK I guess. But how strange. It FITS!
"Here hon. Try the black pumps I usually wear with it. I think you’ll look every bit as good in this as you say I do." <big grin>
"But my coloring’s not right for this dress Marie!"
She can put on a real Cheshire cat grin, I’ll tell you.
"You’ll look fabulous. Trust me!"
We wore the same size shoes and I stepped into her pumps. I began to feel tingly all over from head to toe. It was a nice, fuzzy, warm tingle like I’d been wrapped in a satin caress. It made me wet it felt so good and I closed my eyes. It actually felt like a sexual thing somehow and I was quite flushed. My nipples were at full attention. I could feel it along with a little twitch in my twinkie.
"Alright Ricki. I want you to let me blindfold you now." "I don’t think I’ll mind that. I seem to be having a little vision problem at the moment anyway." At this point, I was looking at Marie and she seemed perfectly normal as she put the blindfold on me.
"And I haven’t even SEEN myself yet. Well, I don’t understand the game, but sure. was that MY voice? I sound like...no, that’s silly!
"I feel so...different Marie... but I love it, whatever it is. I wonder how this dress looks on me and for that matter, how I ever fitted into it. And why can’t I focus on that picture on the wall?"
Marie didn’t answer. She just blind folded me.
I could hear the sounds of Marie changing her clothes behind me. She had shucked her jeans and blouse and had put on another dress in a warm tone, she said, something I didn’t even know she owned since I’d known her long enough to know her wardrobe and coloring. Then she stepped into her taupe pumps that were there by the bed. I just stood there. funny. Something weird was going on. I listened, now blindfolded, as Marie’s body went through a series of several shudders. She moaned. It sounded like she was experiencing a similar thing to what I had just moments ago.
She led me over to her mirrored closet doors and I swear my butt felt more round and full. She said, "are you ready?"
"Anytime sugar."
Marie untied the blindfold and I stood there in stunned silence. I was quite beautiful and also 20 years YOUNGER and not to mention the fact that I was now MARIE with thick, natural honey blonde hair shaved close to the neck with a short, chin length page boy. I was so busy with being awestruck, I failed to notice how Marie looked in her new dress. "Ooh, that was GREAT," she said, watching my reaction to this warped reality.
Then I looked at Marie. She now had long, red hair, about the same age as me, with a great figure and very sexy bod. The only problem with that was, she was ME at that age. I guess I really never understood why guys chased me so much. Now I did, because I had that look of wide eyed innocence and a bod built for sin back then. I also had Marie’s memories in addition to my own, not to mention her husband and three kids. I wondered if she had MY memories. Oh, I certainly HOPED not.
"Marie, how did you do this and more importantly WHY did you do this because YOU certainly DID do it, didn’t you?"
"Yes, I did it. I thought you HAD me when you noticed your vision wasn’t the same. You know I’m nearsighted. Well, actually, I sort of HAD it done. When I was in Samoa last summer, along with a few lava-lavas and some sandals, I bought a charm. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt that in some way, on some level, you envied me and I had a brain storm.
I knew I was going to use it and I had an inkling it would be on YOU but I didn’t know how or exactly why at the time. Originally I thought I’d use it on Mark to mellow him out and spark up our love life. I didn’t even know if it would work or not. So, I used the charm to enchant the dress so the only person who could wear it was me. Naturally, the charmed dress sensed this, made the proper adjustments, and now everything is as planned. It turned you into me, lock, stock and milk duds. Only I can wear that dress and I AM <giggle>. So now, you are me and I am you and OH, MY GAWD Ricki! YOU WERE BORN AND RAISED A BOY!!!!!"
"Finally filtered down to that little memory did you?" I smirked playfully.
"I never knew. And what’s more, you love me."
"Of COURSE I love you. You’re my best friend in the world".
"No silly goose, I mean you LOVE me as in want to grab me, stick your tongue down my throat, toss me on the bed and make me scream with ecstacy. Or, more correctly, Ricki loves Marie!"
"Oh THAT! Well, yes, that too! Something else you didn’t know?"
"Well, I half suspected it but I couldn’t prove it. You are VERY coy and you and I are both touchy feelie people anyway so I didn’t put too much time in on it since we hug and touch and hold hands and all. And you were married to a wonderful guy too until he died and of course HE knew. So now THAT means I’m you 20 years younger and I’m in love with ME who is now YOU. Oh, this is a fine pickle. And you FATHERED TWO KIDS? Girl, you REALLY know how to keep a secret. No WONDER I always trusted you with all my secrets."
"Apparently not quite ALL hon. You sort of forgot to tell me about the charm."
"I’m sorry, but if I was going to enchant you, I couldn’t very well TELL you, could I? You may have refused."
"Refuse to be younger and a babe and a mom, something I always dreamed about? I don’t THINK so! Besides, I’ve wondered what it was like to be you and now I get the chance to find out."
(Blushing)" Also, I’m not proud of being a father Marie. It was sort of an accident. I tried really hard to be male and that was about the only place I succeeded. That in itself was somewhat of a miracle with the teenie weenie that he had. How do I look in the dress?"
"Well honey, you are now a size 10 although that is going to change in a hurry but you are simply beautiful just like you said I was in it. Maybe this won’t be too bad after all. Now that I am seeing me with your eyes, I realize how cute I am...was...well, you know what I mean and I see what you meant about that dress on me. I’m beginning to understand the physical attraction part of this feeling about you...me."
"Yes, I know what you mean."
"Yes, that and having you carry and deliver that baby for me.’
"WHAT? I’M...WE’RE...YOU’RE...I mean, I’m PREGNANT? AGAIN?"
"Yeppers sweetie, about two months. I just found out it’s a boy."
"Oh, NO!"
"Oh, YES!"
"But I don’t want a BOY! If I’m going to give birth, I want a little girl to spoil rotten and dress frilly. I’m 36 and this better be the last one.
My mom kept me in dresses until I started walking but I really don’t remember it although I’ve seen pictures. Is being pregnant rough?"
"It is if you’re ME and you ARE <giggle>. What poetic justice. How long have you...I... been a girl?"
"All your life except to answer what you really asked, about 35 years, give or take."
"Ah, no wonder I feel so comfortable with it. Nice jugs on this body Ricki. Are they real"
"Yes, they are real. All the women in my family were stacked. Sue me! All I did was change my hormones and ‘poof’, they exploded."
"Are you going to mess with my boy child MARIE?"
"I don’t know what you mean RICKI! This isn’t for real is it? How long is this going to last?"
"Oh, about 20 to life! I’m not really that thrilled with Mark and you HAVE seemed rather needy in that department. See, I wanted OUT and now you, who love my kids anyway, will be their mom and I can go out and have some fun. I know you’ll do a good job. Also, I yell at them too much and I know you won’t do that. You’ll use more subtle methods."
"Yeah, like my whip!" <giggle>
"Jumpin’ (censored). Wait a minute Marie. You just gave me your life and body which has the greatest ass I’ve ever seen by the way and now I’m pregnant and going to spend the rest of my life as the most beautiful and talented girl I’ve ever known and WHAT THE HELL AM I COMPLAINING ABOUT? And now that you are me, you’re in love with me, AREN’T YOU Ricki?"
"DAMN! I DON’T BELIEVE THIS! YES! And I thought I knew you so well."
"Oh, this is so NEAT" exclaimed the new Marie!"
At this point, I walked the two paces to the new Ricki and took her hands in mine, staring deeply into her vibrant blue eyes. Other gals had always remarked on how blue my eyes were. We were both in 3" heels but I was now an inch shorter and 30 pounds lighter than I was a few minutes ago.
I let go of her hands and ran mine around her butt and, in one motion, slowly pulled her to me. Her lips were waiting. She lifted her arms encircling my neck. Eyes closed. Lipstick smeared slowly and tenderly. Tongue tag ensued. Breathing got heavier, MUCH heavier. Rene lifted my skirt and ran her new hands up my leg and fondled my (formerly HER) tush. I shivered all over as her long, deep pink nails found her target.
Coming up for air I said, "we can’t DO this Marie."
"Yes we can", she replied. "The kids are in school and Mark won’t be home for at least five hours and I’m not Marie, YOU are, remember?"
I didn’t need any more encouragement. We unzipped each other and dresses fell to the floor. Bra’s were unsnapped and panties were wriggled out of as we fell onto the bed. There were boobs bouncing everywhere. The D cups I had pressed against through clothing so often were kneaded, teased, tweaked and suckled by the new Ricki. I knew Marie had a shoe fetish like me as we both loved sexy heels and we kept the thigh highs and heels on. I noticed my new breasts sagged a bit. Ricki noticed me taking stock and volunteered a reminder, "remember Marie, those have nursed three kids already."
"True. But, I’ve always thought you were hot, mom or not."
"You little lezzie."
"No I’m not Annie. I’m ‘selective’ and you were just too luscious not to select. I like guys...mostly. <giggle> I’ve only done this once before in my life and I loved her too except I wasn’t IN love with her."
>Now, here is where we insert all the slurpy, sticky details girls but I ain’t gonna do it. Go to another site or another story if that’s what you need.<
As we lay side by side afterwards just nuzzling and kissing, Ann said,
"So, soon to be mom for the first time, I want to know what you have in store for my little boy."
"Why? Does it matter? I’m the one who’ll be doing the screaming." <giggle>
"Well, yes, actually. I really, really wanted another GIRL and now I have no control over the situation!"
"Oh? Well if you put it THAT way...that sounds like naughty fun. Can we slip this past Mark?"
"Mark just adores his super swishy feminine daughter with the firm little A going on B cups Marie. She is such a little tease. I don’t know, but since he already has two sons, I think you could bring him up ‘right’. Just teach him girlish values and emotions and then when he’s old enough, I’m sure a person with your former background could manage to change his body to fit his sweet little feminine mind, couldn’t you? I just hope she looks...sorry, HE looks like ME, I mean YOU and not Mark. Mark is cute though. His sister is a real doll face with a great bod."
"It IS confusing, isn’t it?"
"Yes, and we are going to have to get past that. I’m Ricki and YOU are Marie, sexpot. The Shaman said there was no backing out of an enchantment with this charm."
"I think I’m already past it. You’ve made me climax three times already Ricki. I love this body but I’m tired and we need to get showered and dressed again before MY kids get home <giggle>. Is Mark a good lover?"
"I don’t know about GOOD. He’s the only one I ever had. However he is VERY EFFECTIVE when he wants to be little mother as you will soon realize. Mmmmm! Yummy!"
"Oh, QUIT that Ricki! Didn’t you get enough when you were a baby?"
"Apparently NOT. I’d forgotten how good they taste sweetie and how fun to play with. As your new mind will tell you, Marie had never done this before but something about you is now irresistible to me. Damn, I never bargained for THIS."
"Ditto the irresistible. I didn’t realize my nipples were that big either. They’re almost as big as these new ones. Alright sex pot, UP!"
Ricki followed my new and now naked butt into the bathroom ogling my new butt all the way I’m sure. This body really did have a great bottom even if the legs were a little heavy. I turned on the shower, got it to a decent temperature and we stepped in. You know the old saying, ‘the family that plays together stays together?’ Damndest shower I ever had. I’m not going to take the time to describe it either except to say it was the slippiest and most fun I’ve ever had in a bath tub while sober. I remembered being in the girl’s locker room but we had separate showers. It was REALLY hard getting out of that shower and I never had that much fun in one before <grin> even with my husband.
"Wait a minute Ricki. What about just using the charm to change the baby in my womb?"
"Sorry sweetheart. It was a one off. That wouldn’t have gotten me my freedom. I know it was selfish but, as you know, sometimes I am. I might be able to find the Shaman again but I wouldn’t count on it. I was looking for a way out and you’d always lamented your wasted youth so I gave it back to you. If course, now I understand why you say your youth was wasted. You had to live as a boy. Bummer. Maybe I WAS selfish but I think we both got something we wanted and then some."
"Can’t argue with that lover. Now I get to be a mom. We ARE lovers now, aren’t we?"
"I think that’s a ‘given’ since I feel the way I do about you now BITCH! <giggle> I sure never bargained for this little switchback you played on me. And here I was all ready to go and find myself a man and find myself in love with a woman. Shit!"
"Oh, stop being so hard on yourself Ricki. Remember, I always TOLD you that I held back ONE secret. So it turned out to be sort of a combination one-two. I guess I’ll have to do things the hard way when my new daughter gets here. Sigh. So many boys to feminize. So little time. Hey, that would make a cute bumper sticker."
We dressed again. Since her family room had a glass wall, we kissed goodbye in the kitchen and Ricki left for the home she had never lived in with a car she had never driven. Well, they were both paid for. She’d like that. What a confusing day. Fortunately, there wasn’t a square inch of my new home that I wasn’t familiar with.
I had baby sat, cleaned, cooked, partied and slept there many times.
Now, what was I going to make for dinner? Oh, I forgot. I’m left handed now too.
Chapter 2
That night I ravaged Mark and probably blew his mind. Boy, was I horny. He wasn’t built like my Ron but he made up for it with enthusiasm. However, this was going to be my very LAST child as ‘she’ was going to be a handful to train the way Ricki wanted ‘her’ to be. Mark didn’t bring me to the heights Ricki did but then, he probably didn’t even know how.
Naturally, with my new body and previous knowledge, I was one up on Mark. If he was confused before, I really had him going now. He never knew from what direction I was coming from that day forward.
And seven months later I gave birth to our 3rd son Mel. He was 8 pounds, 2 ounces but my memories told me he was the easiest delivery. I can tell you it is a really neat feeling bringing forth life from your womb. And you can’t help yourself. You just have to love them. At that moment, I realized that I was finally a mom and the tears burst forth. They were tears of happiness of course. And the nursing that I’d heard about so often. Sometimes it hurt a little but it was really a great bonding experience and I had to get rid of the milk somehow. Mark got seconds and seemed grateful.
Family life. You know what it’s like. We all have them, the lucky ones anyway. The sweet times, the hard times, the fun times, the yelling matches and the hugs and kisses. Kids grow up and we ‘mature’.
Mel, as we called him, after Mel Gibson, was a sweet child and from the very first, I began training him in the ways a daughter should know. I did keep him in dresses whenever Mark and his siblings weren’t at home and he loved them. I also called him Melissa when we were alone. Nobody in the family could understand why he preferred dolls and girl toys to boy stuff but Mark did have his two macho sons and like Ricki had predicted, he didn’t push it—then. We bought Mel the toys that pleased him, even the oven and the doll house and, of course, lots of dolls. We’d take him to the toy store and he’d always pick out girl toys. It was easier for Mark to let him have them than to make a scene. At first he tried to force boy toys on Mel but had to give up. Mel threw fits every time.
Now, daddy’s little tease Melinda was 17 and a 115 pound C cup and ready to start her senior year in high school. We really had to watch out for her because she was so pretty. Melinda was also one of the biggest flirts ever to walk the planet. She had some rather strict rules laid down by her daddy. She hadn’t even been allowed to date until she was 16. Young Karl was off at college and we didn’t see much of him though we did talk and e -mail a lot.
I kept Mel’s hair long, never allowing Mark to take him to the barber shop and by the time he was five, people really thought he was a girl. He was just so sweet and feminine and gentle like a little girl should be. I just loved ‘her’ to pieces.
Melissa really hated her boy clothes but I explained to ‘her’ that ‘she’ had to wear them until she was older. "Honey, I promise that when you get to 8th grade, we’ll do something about this, OK?"
"Why do I have to wait that long Mommy?"
"Because your body will begin to look like your sister’s then sweetheart and then you can have all he pretty dresses you want. OK?"
"I guess so Mommy."
Chapter 3
Time marches on. 2nd, third, 4th and 5th grades. By now, I knew what Mel was going through because I had been there. The poor little thing had become the class ‘fairy’ and was very upset about it. He was a good student too. The boys called him names and beat up on him sometimes and he learned to use his tongue to fight back like any girl would. He also learned to run very fast. Of course he didn’t have a sign of masculinity about him but I insisted he dress as a boy at school. His friends were exclusively girls though.
By the sixth grade, he was five feet 3 inches tall and slender just like his daddy, but reminded me so much of myself at his age in his face, my new self, that is. He looked a great deal like his sister did at that age. And this is when he began playing ‘dress up’ in my clothing right in front of his older brother and everything. By this time, Mark had given up, or so I thought, and just let him do whatever he pleased so he practiced being himself, which was to say, a girl. Mel got very good at it too in manner and deportment. Of course, his voice hadn’t changed so when he presented himself as a girl, he was very believable. He spent a great deal of his time as Melissa.
I’ll bet you are wondering what ever became of Ricki and our love affair. I would. Well, Ricki, after we had been ‘going steady’ for about a year, found a man she just couldn’t live without. Of course she had to tell him about her inability to have children but by this time, she was past 45, so he really didn’t expect it. We had a wonderful fling and had no regrets. I don’t believe I’ll ever do that again but it certainly was fun while it lasted and I do still love her very much. The really neat thing was that I got to BE the person I had adored for so long and I must say that is was just as much fun as I had imagined it would be.
True to my promise, I began letting Mel wear girl clothing but a little earlier than I had intended. You see, with the hormones he was getting every day since age 10, his body began to change when he was only 11. They were very low dose then but they did begin to change his skeleton and fat distribution and re-enforce his femininity. His daddy just thought he was putting on weight which, by his standards, would not have been a bad thing.
True, he was, but only in girl places and that thing between his legs would stay infantile and flaccid until we could get rid of it. Mel’s hair was down past his shoulder blades now and he kept it in a pony tail tied high when home and low at school.
I didn’t rub his dad’s nose in it but I did get Mel blouses instead of shirts and girl’s slacks and sneakers and socks and generic shoes, camis instead of undershirts, the kind with cap sleeves. He had enough fun playing in my things that I didn’t need to get him Mary Janes or dress flats and dresses yet but I could see it coming. My shoes were still too big for him or he would have been into my high heels, I just know it. He was becoming SO much like his older sister. He sounded like her, looked like her and acted like her. Melinda was an extremely feminine girl who reveled in her femininity, so you can draw your own conclusions. Mel was all girl in spite of his sex.
And he was such a good mother’s helper too. He wanted to learn just everything there was about being a housewife and mother. Well, I certainly didn’t discourage him and Ricki was just tickled pink over how he was turning out. Melissa was a good little cook too and I had taught her to sew. Aunt Ricki would come over and they’d play girl games and talk about hair and fashion and Ricki would take her shopping.
The trouble started when he hit the sixth grade. At 12, he was becoming quite pretty and this was causing all sorts of complications for him at school and suddenly, for me at home. Melissa was blossoming and there was no hiding ‘her’.
No muscles, body hair or deepening voice all indicated ‘girl’.
You see, Mark was about to assert himself regarding our son. After seeing Mel in his satin bikini briefs with only the slightest of lumps and too wide hips, and in his camisole with the cap sleeves one night and realizing that his son was developing the body of a girl to go along with his feminine little mind, Mark blew up and we had a terrible fight.
After he got home from our video store one day, for some reason, he went into a rage about Mel. I don’t know what set him off but it was bad. I just stood there and took it the best I could. He blamed ME! MOI? What did I do? All I did was provide the egg. This was all Mark’s fault! LOL
Chapter 4
He made me take poor Melissa to the salon and get her a really SHORT hair cut. Well, he didn’t say what STYLE, so we got her a cute pixie cut, very full and fluffy on top with a 00 taper blunt cut in back, and with her thick hair, it was absolutely darling on her. The only problem with that was that she was now so feminine that she looked very coquettish with it. It was perfect for her head shape and size. Even with the short hair, she still looked like a little boy magnet, NOT a little boy. Mark was going to hate it.
When I got her home and Mark came home from work, he took one look and I could see the escaping steam. He just GLARED, sighed, shook his head and walked out of the room. This was NOT going to be easy like I hoped.
The result of this was that I had some re-thinking to do, mainly about my marriage and whether Mark was going to try to spoil my plans. After all, this little undertaking was a favor to my best friend, formerly ME. Mel’s older brother and sister were married now and his next oldest brother was now in college. Mel was the only child at home. And Mel was rapidly becoming Melissa for real. She was really a sweet child. But what to do about her daddy and his seemingly growing discomfort with his new daughter? Do I divorce him and thereby have to put myself back into the work force full time causing an upheaval in the family or should I work on HIS attitude?
Naw, he’s treated me pretty good. I won’t divorce him. We’ll just modify HIS outlook a little, well maybe a little MORE than a little <evil grin>. Since he was having such a problem dealing with Melissa, perhaps a little ‘sensitivity training’ would be a good thing for him. I contacted a friend of mine of long standing who had connections to the world of dominant women who trained men. She got me all of what I needed. She had gotten me what I needed for Melissa too. It’s so wonderful to have a wide variety of friends, isn’t it? <grin>
It was then that we went on a health kick. I bought one of those juice extractors and we began having fresh juice every morning and Mark remarked many times over the initial weeks about how much he appreciated the extra time it took and how it was worth it. He said, "I feel so much better since we started this juice program Marie. I’d like you to keep it up and the vitamins too. I feel great."
"Whatever my master wishes" I kidded. You heard him. He LIKED it!!
And so the negativeness of Mark’s attitude about Melissa, over the next several months changed quite remarkably. Mark stopped complaining about his son in dresses in a couple of months and by this time, Mel certainly was in dresses and a bra with her nice, full A cup bosom just as pert as it could be and her widening pelvis signaled the oncoming of womanhood too. She was not just putting on adipose tissue. Her skeleton was changing just as it should and her boyhood was shrinking. She was wearing her flats and other pretty shoes too after school and was rarely in slacks or jeans anymore except when she was helping me clean house. She mostly wore sneakers or loafers to school though, nothing sexy so far.
As I said, she was becoming a boy magnet and this was causing a LOT of trouble at school. We couldn’t hide ‘her’ once she began to blossom. So we sat down and discussed the situation and we both agreed that even if she showed up at school in a dress, she couldn’t be in any MORE trouble than she was now with the class bullies. That weekend, we acknowledged the inevitable and for a practice run, I took her to church as Melissa. We dolled her up in a nice, conservative but figure hugging dress with a full skirt with full makeup and mid heels. She turned more than one young head that day and she has a lovely soprano voice. Not a soul suspected this was not my daughter.
Monday morning I sent her to school very subdued, just jeans, flats and a blouse with studs in her ears and no makeup except a little mascara. We had done a number on her eyebrows though. The report of the day wasn’t as bad as we had anticipated although the principal did call me. I promised to come in the following day and explain, which I did. Lorraine Morrow was a reasonable woman and did have a grasp of sexual dysfunction so she OK’d Melissa’s continuation in school as a girl, pending the outcome of the next board meeting. Her girl friends were elated to find she’d finally come out of the closet and gathered ‘round to protect her at the slightest hint of trouble.
Mark, poor thing, was having a little problem satisfying me lately, wonder of wonders and about time too, so we had to go to alternatives when his E.D. set in on a regular basis. Viagra didn’t help a bit and he took a lot of it poor thing. Not that it could have given his mental programming. He had been walking around with a bit of a stupefied expression lately because he couldn’t understand himself. He’d been doing the oddest things lately.
Chapter 5
He had begun to notice everything. I mean, like, he never noticed my hair or nails or anything new I bought but now he noticed all of it and made comments like, "nice shade of polish honey" or "those pumps look great. Are they comfortable?"
To that one I replied, "yes, very. Would you like me to get you a pair like them?"
"Uh, I don’t think so Marie, I just mean they are pretty. Oh, never mind."
Obviously, the sensitivity training was working. Mark’s body was reforming itself too although he didn’t have the perspective of that I did. He was in the early stages of beginning to look like his sister which would not be a bad thing. If I were seriously attracted to females, his sister would be a definite candidate!
So, I suggested, that perhaps, since I had noticed that he was looking rather sweet lately himself as well with the new contours of HIS body, that he try the nightgown and slippers I had bought for HIM. I told him that I’d like to see how he liked them and would he try wearing them for me just as an experiment. He was much more reasonable to deal with now that his hormone mix was reversed.
He looked at me with somewhat misty eyes and replied, "alright Marie, if that is the way you want me. I certainly will try these things if that is what you want. I don’t understand why I’m going along with this but I’ve been feeling very peculiar lately, sort of gooey inside and awfully emotional too. I don’t understand but I’ll try some lingerie and mules if you like. It would probably make Mel feel better about himself to see his daddy in something feminine too I guess. I’ve watched Mel play dress up so often and wondered what in the world he could possibly be getting out of that. Maybe I SHOULD try a little of his medicine and see how it feels. I don’t suppose it will harm anything."
you ARE trying his medicine darling.
I had brought Mark along slowly at first and then more rapidly once he got over the initial reversal with the bodily changes beginning, and with the help of the subliminal tapes that he was hearing in his sleep and in his car, his now latent femininity and his body were falling into line with the program.
"Well, here then sweetheart, wrap yourself in a little femininity and see how nice it feels. I really feel you’ll come to love it. A gown is much more comfortable than pajamas."
Mark very tentatively put on the matching panties, pulling them up to his shrinking and dysfunctional groin, then the gown and mules. "I think that looks very sweet on you dear."
"Really? I don’t look silly in it?"
"No, and your bosom looks so nice in it too. Very pert."
"I was hoping you wouldn’t notice those Marie. My chest seems to have taken on a life of it’s own lately and my bottom too!"
"How could I miss them honey. May I have a little fun with them? I promise you’ll like it. Let’s go cuddle in front of the television."
The next morning, I asked him how he liked the nightie.
"I’m really surprised Marie. I loved the gown to sleep in. It’s very soft and sexy. I actually prefer it and the slippers aren’t that hard to wear. It’s no big deal I guess.
I’ll wear a nightie if you like."
"There’s a robe in your closet that goes with it dear. We’ll get you a few more for variety."
Before he unwittingly began his calming therapy, he never would have gone for this but now, with his body accumulating feminine fat and his mind being bombarded with feminine imagery, standards of conduct and emotion, and my helpful suggestions, he seemed very mellow about being in women’s night wear. He did quite well with the mid heeled slippers too. I caressed him really good while we were laying on the couch. He was coming along rather well with his own A cups, not a lot but definitely cute little breasts that were responsive.
"You know Markie, you’d look a lot sweeter with just a little makeup." "I don’t think I’m ready for THAT Marie." "But you haven’t ruled it out?" "Considering how much I liked the nightgown no, but let’s see how Melissa takes to seeing her daddy this way first, all right? Makeup is something you wear out on the street and I’m certainly not ready for the street." "Sure honey. No problem. We can take baby steps."
I had time and I knew there was no turning back for him now. He’d been under the programming too long even if I had wanted to retrieve him.
"You could do one thing to make the picture a little less odd."
"What’s that Marie?"
"Let your hair grow."
"Oh. Yes, I suppose that would be OK. Let me know when you want me to have it trimmed. You ARE going to want me to have it styled, right?"
"Eventually honey. Eventually."
Ricki stopped over about a week later. Mark had been wearing his new sleep & lounge wear every night and his chest was jiggling and he was doing some definite girlish emoting. When Ricki saw this, she inquired post haste.
"Marie, what’s going on with Mark all of a sudden?"
"I’m sweetening his disposition some hon. He was really being nasty about Melissa and since she is now attending school as a girl, I can’t afford to have him muddy the water. You don’t mind if I sweeten him up some do you?"
"Oh my. He’s going to end up looking like his sister Lori, isn’t he?"
"Probably. Is it OK?"
‘Honey, you don’t need my approval. Do whatever you need to. Remember, you’re talking to the girl who wanted OUT of this marriage. I think he’ll look real cute as a girl, well, middle aged woman. I can’t wait to see the finished product <giggle>.
Thank you sweetie. It’ll only be a few more months now. By then ‘she’ won’t be able to hide ‘her’ B cups and swishy mannerisms."
In the MEANtime, I started the second phase of his subliminal conditioning which would insure the results I had promised Ricki, contained in a half dozen of his favorite movies and created just for me by the school the audio tapes came from. The dubbing on the audio tapes was also over his favorite musicians, singers and bands that he listened to in the car going to and from work and were progressive , a daily dose of no less than an hour to an hour and a half.
And these are some of the things he was hearing and seeing at night and hearing in his car over the next few months:
[Why do you persist in trying to be such a manly man? Is there no middle road? Is there no compromise where you could allow the inner person some freedom of expression? Think about this Mark. Even your youngest son understands that within him is a girl waiting to blossom, to leave the cocoon of boyhood and progress to become a lovely young lady. You could show a little more support for his position Mark. You could show him you care by helping him and accepting him as Melissa. That IS what you want to do. You WANT to accept him as a girl. You, yourself could become a lovelier person if you would embrace YOUR innate femininity too Mark. It is lying there just under the surface of your masculine facade. You must want to enjoy more silky feelings than just night gowns. Slips and hose and maybe a satin bra would feel so good or a skirt swirling around your nylon clad legs.]
[You really want to support your new daughter Mark, so much so that you have been entertaining adopting some feminine manners and dress yourself in order to make her more comfortable. You need to allow your nails to grow and shape them in a feminine way. You want to make Melissa comfortable and if it means giving up your steely grip on masculinity, then you will make that sacrifice.]
[You will want to begin with watching your weight and losing about 20 pounds and wearing a waist cincher at all times except in the bath. You will be delighted as your body contours take on a more feminine shape with exercise. Fairly soon, you will need a B cup bra Mark and that will be the signal to you that you really would rather dress as a woman than a man. Women have so much more choice in clothing and hair styles and you want those for yourself. You love the touch of nylon and the dainty sexiness of high heels.]
[You know you must get rid of your beard Mark. It will ruin your feminine image. Make an appointment this week to begin laser treatments on your beard. We understand that you are stepping into the unknown Mark, but you will have a guide all the way. As your beard is stripped away, so will be another bastion of your masculinity and this you will fear. You may have grave doubts but do not fear. Many have trod were you go now and they are fine. You will want to shave your legs and arm pits too Mark. You will want to have that little bit of hair removed from your hands and chest too. You will take great pleasure in not having to shave your face so that when you progress to makeup, it will look as it should .]
[As your muscles melt away while your hips widen and your bosom become s heavier, you will have more doubts. You bottom will expand and you will be unable to wear men’s jeans or pants any longer. You will not be as strong as you once were. You will need help to do some things but you will embrace this negative. This will all take time.]
[Some of the compounds you will be receiving in your daily juices are designed to inhibit your male tendencies and allow you to mold yourself into the perfect female. Your skin and hair will change as well as it’s shape. Your body will become soft and curved. You will want to begin experiencing more and more soft and sensual clothing next to this softening skin. Your face will take on new contours with higher cheekbones because you will seek out a surgeon to do cheek and chin implants for you. After those heal, you will seek a trachea shave and tightening of your vocal chords. You may wish to have a smaller, more petite nose for your now feminine face.]
[You cannot help wanting these things Mark. You are beginning to envy your pretty sister Lorianne. She has the looks and privileges of femininity that you want. They are your destiny as Melissa’s father. She will be so much happier knowing that her daddy understands her needs. Now that your voice has moved into the realm of the feminine after surgery, you will want to use it in a quiet, non aggressive manner. Your power as a woman can get you things you seek without bellowing orders to your family or co-workers. Your power as a woman comes from your physical presence and beauty, your bosom, your walk, your hair, your manner of dress and of course, your high heels]
[As these changes appear on your face, you will realize the desire to enhance your natural beauty with cosmetics and you will seek the help of Marie and a professional cosmetician so that you will have all the products and skills that you need. At this time you will also have a strong desire, before you leave the cosmetics counter, to have your ears double pierced and this you will do and be truly excited about it. You will purchase all the proper hued cosmetics used on you.]
[Your hair is your crowning glory and you will take great care of it with washing, conditioning, salon appointments and styling. You will have the occasional manicure and pedicure and leg waxing. When you experience your first dress, you will want to look your best, so you will want to learn the art of makeup and hair styling. Marie will begin your lessons and then you will go the salon just like any other woman. You have been wearing medium high heels for some time now Mark and soon you will crave even higher ones, heels that scream ‘I am woman’ and you will learn to manage them perfectly with an appropriate sway to your growing hips. It is important during this time that you get some aerobic exercise for your waist and for general toning so you and Marie will attend a class, a ladies class in aerobics.]
[For you to become a feminine person, you must forget about your phallic symbol and you will become more pre-occupied with the admiration of your body as it progresses into womanhood. You will find that you want to be admired by men as well as women. You will come to desire a phallus but as a symbol of your femininity, not as a part of your own body. You will develop penis envy knowing that your own no longer functions because you are becoming a woman, feminine and narcissistic. You will relate much better to Marie as a blossoming woman than you did as a man. You will take great pleasure in idle conversation, in feminine books, magazines, and pursuits, television and movies, and you will come to understand the universal sisterhood of women.]
[As a result of this, you will need to learn to shop as a woman. This will be new to you, endlessly trying, comparing and selecting what looks right for you but again, you will have your wife as your guide. She will protect you and be your sounding board. Trust her judgement in what works for your new feminine image. You will desire many soft, pretty things as well as sexy footwear, reveling in the look and feel of high heels or a sexy dress. High heels are one of the power tools of women over men and you will feel underdressed in public without them for some time to come.]
[You will learn to truly communicate with your daughter and her mother. You will no longer be afraid to verbalize your feelings. You will learn to cry when you are sad or hurt or frustrated. It is very cathartic and you will enjoy the release it gives you.]
[You will desire to develop a more perfect body and therefore will seek out a home gym that can give you a feminine workout to slim and to tone your smoothing muscle mass. Contact sports will no longer interest you except to admire the men who play them. You will not find this repugnant because you have now been chemically castrated and your organs are now appendiges for which you have no use. They would get in the way of any future relationship with those hunks you admire anyway.]
[As your body has changed with the addition of a lovely bosom and broadened hips, you have taken on a more delightful, complient disposition. You are now more fun to be around, less serious about the work and the world. Your focus now is on family and relationships and, if asked by the right man, you may even want to start dating. Your mood will be reflected in your dress and makeup, the way you style your hair, your carriage and body language with others. You now confide anything and everything to your girlfriends as they do to you. Soon, you will be a woman and seeking your next adventure.]
Chapter 6
For some reason, I was barely able to discern the video’s flickering. However, if I really squinted, I could barely make out the imprinted images. Mark didn’t notice a thing. Until, of course, three weeks later when he shaved his entire body, lotioned and powdered it and came to bed in his new waltz length gown and high heeled mules, a present from Melissa. Melissa just LOVED her daddy in frilly things and made no bones about how she felt and complimented him on his budding figure and how cute he looked.
You should have seen Mark. He was fairly squirming in his panties over some of the things she was very graphic in describing him wearing in the future. By then, he WAS wearing panties ALL the time and loving it.
"Marie" he said, "I don’t know why I never understood Melissa. I do feel like I understand her better now. She certainly must have gotten some of her girl genes from me too, didn’t she?"
"Well, of course dear. She had to. I mean, we all have them and all babies are girls for a while anyway, even boys."
Three months later, Mark and I were cruising the mall after a matinee on Saturday.
By then, he was looking rather sweet and acting even sweeter in the feminine sense, that is. What with the massive doses he was getting of both hormones and subliminal messages, he was fairly sliding into my camp down a greased pole and it had been but six months.
He’d allowed his hair and nails to grow and allowed me to shape and care for his nails and now had a dark cherry polish on his toe nails with clear, very glossy fingers. His hair was now about six inches longer with was to say, almost to his shoulder blades and he wore it in a pony tail, a HIGH pony tail. His A cup was way overflowing now and he couldn’t keep from walking into Victoria’s Secret to look for a new bra. He was having ‘clearance’ problems, underestimating how far his bosom was from any given object. It was funny. He was now appreciating how his large, dark aureola and their enlarging nipples were responding to my caress too. He not only looked. He purchased TWO bras, one in beige and one in white satin and in a B cup. Since I was with him, nobody bothered us nor knew who would wear the bras. He was so androgynous now anyway that I don’t believe it would have mattered. We also got him a control panty, a waist cincher and some thigh high hose. It would be a little while until his manhood was totally subdued, so we needed some help to smooth him out in front, thus the panty. He’d also lost 20 pounds.
"Marie?"
"Yes Markie?"
"I was thinking about some, well, you know, the other things that Melissa said?"
"Oh, you mean about the shirtwaist dress and high heeled pumps?"
"Yes. Do you think I really could be feminine enough to wear those things and present myself in public like Melissa? What am I SAYING? Do you think I look like Lori?"
"You could be sisters honey. You’re almost her twin. In a way, you are sisters, aren’t you? Yes, you have come to look very much like your sister. That’s about the highest compliment I could give you I think."
"So yes honey, yes, I think you could pass, but you’d really have to want to do it you know, work at it some? Like maybe dress up at home for us and practice your womanly charms? Your figure is coming along nicely honey. It’s nothing to be ashamed of but you’re not slam dunk gorgeous like Lori yet."
"Oh, I’m not ashamed Marie. I really love what’s happening to me for some reason. I don’t understand why I feel like I do but I know I can’t fight it anymore. I tried at first and I agonized over it with a lot of sleepless nights but these girlish ideas kept creeping into my head, especially with Melissa urging me on. I think I may end up like my son and it’s just that...I’m a little scared. It’s taken so long for my own femininity to blossom while Melissa’s just came on from the beginning. And I was so opposed to Melissa. Now I can’t seem to get enough femininity."
"Obviously you’re a late bloomer Markie. Some of us are luckier than others. Don’t worry about it. Have you got your stockings on?"
"Yes."
"Well then, let’s go into that big discount shoe store and see what we can find for you, OK?"
"That sounds like fun honey. Let’s."
Markie had been walking around the house in three inch slender heels for some time now so when we found a couple pairs of classic 3" pumps in black patent and white calf, he tried them on and loved them.
"Oh, Marie, these are so sexy and they make my feet look tiny, don’t they?"
"Yes honey. They look very nice. Now, we need some flats too."
So we looked and found a couple pairs in black and taupe. I pushed the cart to the register. Markie paid. I didn’t tell ‘her’ but she took the same size I do, an 8. There would be plenty of shoes to go around.
Then, we went looking for the dress. It was time. Melissa would be SO pleased to see her daddy having fun dressing up. Little did either of them know that Mark no longer had a choice in the matter. I was pushing 50 now and having a loving sister was more appealing to me than Ricki’s macho pig act. He had lost interest long before I decided to ‘set him free’ so to speak anyway so what was I missing? Markie didn’t seem to be missing his genitals much either so, who cares?
We found it at Penney’s and it was perfect. It was a little too nice for housework but he could probably wear it to work, being a polyester blend that felt really nice but for a first dress, I thought my little Markie should have a nice dress to play in. It had a full skirt and half sleeves with some detail down the front and it was a warm toned print. We’ll get him a wardrobe when he finally acknowledges he can’t live as a man anymore.
When we got home with Markie’s new goodies, he just had to model the dress and pumps for me so now was the time.
"Markie, I’m sure you’ll look fine in the dress and all but don’t you think it’s time we did something with your face honey?"
"Some color you mean?"
"Yes and some cleaning up."
"Alright. I guess I’m ready. I keep feeling this message in my head that says a lady should never be seen without her makeup and hair done just so. Isn’t that silly? I’m not even a lady!"
"No, you aren’t, exactly, but the thought is correct enough. I think Melissa would love to see you all dolled up, don’t you?. Come on, let’s sit you down and do something with that hair and show you the makeup basics. Only first, go shave your legs and pits again. The electrolysis has done wonders for your face darling. You’re so smooth now."
Markie came back from ‘her’ shower with a beach towel appropriately tied around ‘her’ bosom and another smaller one twisted on ‘her’ hair.
I set my hot rollers going and brushed out his long hair, tying it back with a scrunchie. Then I showed him about makeup base and eyeliner and shadow and mascara and plucked his eyebrows some. Then the new Marlene (or whomever)put on some hose and gartered them. I gave ‘her’ a half slip which ‘she’ stepped into and then the dress. ‘Her’ build had changed over the months. No longer were the shoulders wide with hard toned muscles. Now they were more slender and soft and the dress fell easily over them, the fitted 26" waist coming to rest at the flaring hips. Marlene (my new temporary name for her) buttoned it up and then I handed her the patent pumps. ‘She’ put them on and stood up, turned around and looked at the new woman in the house for the first time.
I hadn’t really planned on doing this with Mark. I mean, I really hadn’t. True, I had gotten tired of his macho act and he wasn’t that great a lover but I had hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. However, his negative actions and comments about Mel had gotten me so riled up I just figured, what the hell! This seemed like the easiest way to smooth him out. I did entertain, just for a second, the idea of just giving him enough femininity to make him just a little swishy but I did really care for him so went all the way for everyone’s sake.
He had no idea what he would or did look like until this moment. He didn’t understand how feminine his body and mind and actions had become. Somehow, the dress and pumps were the trigger and the reaction was worth the price of admission.
"DAMN, Marie. I’m rather cute as a woman."
"I’m very happy you think so honey. Actually, you are more than cute. You have become a beautiful woman just like Lori. How about staying that way until Melissa gets home from the movies?"
"But, she might have friends with her."
"Oh, I don’t think so dear. She’ll be coming home for dinner."
"Oh, alright. I suppose I need to practice in these pumps anyway. I love the way the dress caresses my nylon covered legs Marie. I never realized how sensual girl’s clothing was before and the pumps just make the outfit so exquisitely female!"
"I’m sure there are a lot of things you will discover if your daughter has anything to say about it including a new name for you. You might want to think about that just in case. You know, just for when you are dressed like this.?"
"All right. I’ll think about it. The girls down at the store HAVE been acting a little strange around me lately. If I look and act when I’m there half as girlish as I look and feel, I must be quite a sight."
When Melissa got home, she just gushed all over the place.
"Oh, daddy! You look wonderful, beautiful, scrumptious, just like Aunt Lori! How could you ever want to be a boy when you could look like this? Now do you understand how I love being a girl so much.?" Melissa gave ‘her’ a big hug and kiss on the cheek.
"I’ve been wondering that myself Melissa. I think I understand now how you feel. I feel so free now. No more tight restrictions. I can be myself but if I’m going to be a woman occasionally, I can’t be having you call me Daddy anymore and I don’t want a name that reminds me of Mark. How do you both feel about Elizabeth or Liz or Beth?"
"Oh, that’s wonderful. You can be my Aunt Liz. I love it" squealed Melissa.
"Oh, I think that is precious honey. I think I’ll call you ‘Lizabeth’. After all, you dress as a woman all the time around home now. It will be such fun having a live in girl friend. This is going to be such FUN don’t you think Melissa?"
"Oh yes mother. We can show Aunt Liz all about being a woman and she’ll just love every minute of it, won’t you Aunt Liz?"
"How could I resist Melissa honey? Well girls, shall we begin?"
The end.
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