To Tell The Truth

by Jennifer White

      

I took a deep breath, and had another sip of my beer. It was going to take a lot of courage to tell my wife Shelly the truth.

* * *

When I was six years old, I snuck into my sister's room. For some reason, I put on her skirt, and suddenly I felt something special inside. I felt the same thing when I stole a pair of her panties and put them on. Ever since then, I started to wear her clothes whenever I could be alone and not get caught.

The first time in my life that I ever came was when I was dressed up in a pretty outfit. I was wearing a plaid skirt like a schoolgirl's, and I had that special feeling. But now I was a teenager, and it felt good as I rubbed myself down there. The rubbing became harder, and before I knew what was going on, I had a rush of pleasure, followed by a warm splash. I had come in my own panties. And I was even more hooked.

When I graduated college and got my own apartment, I soon had a great collection of women's clothes. I dressed up regularly when I was alone, and I would live that way for a whole day at a time on the weekends. But I was lonely. Even though I loved "being" a woman, I only felt an attraction to girls. It wasn't long before I found someone, Shelly, and fell in love with her.

Three years later, we were married. When we bought a house together, I gave away all of my girl's clothes to the poor. I thought I was done with it forever.

But when I was at home, alone, with a whole collection of exciting things that Shelly owned, I couldn't stand it. Soon I was wearing her bras, her panties, her skirts. When I'd go out of town on business, I'd "borrow" some of her old ones, and wear them around my hotel room. So I was almost leading a double life: I loved my wife with all my heart, but I loved "being" a woman too.

Over time, as happens in many marriages, we started having sex less and less often. So whenever I could, I started to download porn from the web. I'd sneak in a little time to look at the picture, and marvel at the flawless bodies of the women. I would wish I was them. When I was in bed with Shelly, I'd sometimes pretend that I *was* one of them, and we were lesbians together.

I found some awesome lesbian sites, and that was how I discovered the concept of a strap-on. To see a beautiful flawless woman dressed up in the finest lingerie, but with a raging hard-on... that got me more excited than anything! I pretended that I was a woman wearing a strap-on when we were in bed together.

Yet over time, I felt myself losing interest in Shelly. I was having a difficult time getting hard in bed anymore. But I'd never have a problem getting hard when viewing my lesbian strap-on porn! She was getting frustrated with me, for our lack of sex. And I was getting upset at myself. I was holding back something at the very core of my soul.

But how can you tell your wife that you fantasize about being a woman like her? How would she react? She would be hurt, for sure. She might leave me. But how could I hold back and not tell her? I wanted for us to be happy together. But I'd feel totally humiliated to tell her. I was stuck between a rock and hard place.

* * *

This was it. I was going to tell her. I finished off my beer, and got up to find her. I had her sit down on the couch, and I tried to gently tell her about my true self.

"....and so, in truth, I really do love you, with all my heart" I was saying. "But there is a part of me that wishes I was you. Don't get me wrong; I don't want to be with anybody else! I want to be with you. But I needed to let you know about how I really felt inside. I couldn't keep this from you any longer."

I took a deep breath. There. I said it. Now I waited for her reaction. It wasn't good!

Shelly got up and slapped me in the face. She called me all sorts of names, and accused me of lying to her. I couldn't deny it; by not telling her, I *was* lying in a way. She started to cry as she picked up her purse and slammed the door in my face. I collapsed into a chair, and started to cry myself. I had really blown it. I had just made the woman I love so mad at me, that she'd never want to talk to me again.

* * *

For two days, I didn't hear anything from Shelly. Not even a phone call. I called her cell phone, but she didn't answer. I emailed her, but nothing came back either. I felt so depressed! I had just lost her. I was feeling so despondent that I couldn't even bring myself to eat for those two days she was gone.

When I heard my cell phone go off, with her ring, I felt my stomach jump, like the feeling you get when you go over the big hill in a roller coaster. My mouth went dry. My hand was shaking as I hit the talk button.

"Hello?" I said, my voice barely able to form words.

"Don't talk. Just listen" said Shelly. "I am going to come home in a few hours. When I arrive, I'd like for you to be dressed up fully as a woman, so I can see what you're like when you're in a feminine state. Do a good job of it. I want you to do everything you can do to look like you're a girl. Then we can sit down and talk, woman to woman. I'll be there soon. Be ready for me."

The phone hung up with a click. I felt a sinking feeling, like this could not be happening to me for real. Did Shelly *really* want me to dress up for her? Was this some kind of test? I thought that maybe I should ignore what she said, and just go out to buy flowers, and apologize. But what if she arrived, saw that I hadn't done as she asked, and she got upset? I didn't want to risk that! Reluctantly, I headed to the bedroom to pick out something to wear.

After selecting something, I ran into the shower quickly. I used Shelly's rose scented soap and her fragrant conditioner. After drying off, I went into our bedroom, and started to get dressed. I put on a pair of her pink thong panties, followed by her darkest control top pantyhose. I found a pink bra which I liked because it had a little bit of padding in the cups. That let me stuff them full, but they'd still look smooth and nice.

I pulled on her black knee length skirt, and I loved how it felt for the bottom of it to rub lightly against the nylon on my legs! I then selected a nice tight sweater to wear. It was white with some horizontal stripes. It was soft and fuzzy, with a nice v neck. Just a bit of the lacy edging of my bra showed at the top, which I thought was really cute.

I wasn't the best with makeup, but I managed to put on foundation, blush, lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara. Not perfect, but good enough, I guessed. I couldn't fit my feet into any of her shoes, so I went with a pair of mine that weren't too overtly male. Now to work on my hair. It was short, so I couldn't do much too it. I used her volumizing mousse, and did my best to style it. I found a clip she had with a butterfly shape, and put that in.

Next I searched through her jewelry box. I found a cute necklace, with a dangling blue stone. I found a pair of clip-on earrings which I attached. I tried a couple of her bracelets, but my wrists were just too big. Same for her watches; I couldn't get them on. What a shame. I was wondering what else I could do to enhance my looks, when I heard the sound of a car in the driveway.

Now you have to understand something: even though I had been dressing for all my life, I had never allowed anyone to see me before. I stood there and straightened my skirt, but as I heard her key turn in the door lock, I suddenly felt weak in the knees, and my face must have blushed the brightest red. My stomach felt sick, and I was overwhelmed with a feeling like I should flee as fast as I could. It took all my inner strength to stand there, and not start crying.

In walked Shelly. She smiled at me, and walked to the kitchen. I hear the sound of clanking glasses, and I walked in there to see what was going on.

"Do you want red or white wine?" she asked.

"You pick" I said.

"White then" she replied. She opened up a bottle, poured out two glasses, then took a sip of hers. She walked to the livingroom, and I followed behind. Soon we were seated, facing each other. She took another sip of wine, and commented on how it tasted. We made small talk for a while, and I was surprised that she hadn't commented yet on how I was dressed.

After a while though, she changed the subject a bit.

"You know" she said, pausing to take the last sip from her glass, "When I was a little girl, I was so jealous of my older sisters. Judy was the first one to get her period, and the first one who got to wear a bra. I wanted to much to be like her! When nobody was around, I used to sneak into her room, and put her bra on, so I'd know what it felt like. I was so proud of myself, walking around with it on! It made me feel like I was becoming a woman."

I couldn't believe she was telling me about all that! I told her that I felt much the same way, and that when I snuck into *my* sister's clothes, it made me feel like that too.

"How do you feel when you dress up now?"

"It still makes me feel something *special*. Nothing else makes me feel that way. I love you, and I love being with you, but when I become a woman, it makes me feel something different inside. Something I need to feel from time to time. If only I could share that with you, and it could be something that we do together!"

I was hopeful that she'd be open to my idea. What if we could stay together, and sometimes I could dress up with her? That would be so perfect! She ignored my idea though, and continued to ask me more about how I *felt*.

"Tell me more about how you change emotionally when you're a woman" she said.

I tried my best to put feelings into words, which isn't an easy thing to do! It felt great to be able to talk about my need to be feminine. She wasn't judgmental. She didn't comment. She just listened, and asked probing questions, drawing more out of me than I thought I'd ever be able to express.

"When you're a woman, like right now, do you ever think of being with a men? In bed?" she asked suddenly.

"No, never" I said, almost defensively. "Even now, I just want to be with you."

"You've never dreamed of being with a cute guy?"

"Not at all" I said.

"Imagine that you're all dressed up, in something sexy and pretty. Imagine that you've got nice big full boobs on your chest. Imagine that you've got long curly hair, your nails are long and painted, and that you're even wearing heels. Imagine that your face is pretty, and that you speak in a high pitched voice. And imagine that down there, between your legs, you've got a *pussy*."

I closed my eyes, and smiled. It sounded like a fantasy of mine! I felt Shelly sit down right next to me. I felt her hand on my lap. She could feel that under my skirt, I had just become really hard, thinking about being a real woman!

"Now imagine that you're this beautiful woman, and you're at a club. You sit at your table, and this really hot guy sits down next to you. He smiles, and offers you a drink. You look him up and down, and you notice that between his legs, there is quite a tent in his pants. You're making him get all hard. He wants you...."

"No!" I said, as I felt myself go soft and limp in her hand. The thought of being with a man just turned my stomach!

"I kissed my first boy when I was in seventh grade" she said. "His name was Timmy, and I thought he was really sweet. We dated for about a month, but it didn't work out between us. Tell me, when did you kiss your first boy?"

"I never have, and I never will" I said. Why was she harping on this so much?

Suddenly, she stood up, and put her hands on her hips.

"You realize that things will never be the same between us" she said.

I nodded. She was right.

"If you wanted to much to be a woman, you never should have proposed to me. Its like you've been lying to me every day since we first met. How am I supposed to trust you, when you've shown me nothing but lies and deceit since our first date?"

I didn't have an answer for her. I didn't say anything. What could I say?

"I'm giving you a choice right now" she said. "If you want, we can just get a divorce. I'll walk out that door, and you'll never see me again, except in court. Of course, I'll have to tell *why* I'm leaving you. And once they learn about what you've done to me, I'll get everything. The house. The cars. All of our things. You'll be left with nothing. And you'll have to give me most of your paycheck too, as alimony."

"That's not what I want. I..."

She cut me off, holding up her hand for me to stop.

"There is another option" she continued. "We can stay together. But if we do so, it will be on *my* terms. If you can agree to all of my terms, and do exactly as I want, then we can continued to stay married."

"And what are your terms?" I asked, anxious to find out. I was sure she'd make me promise never to dress up again, and that I'd have to do a lot of things to make her happy, and to regain her trust. We could work through this. We could move on, and continue our lives together!

"I will return here in two days. I will have several legal papers for you to sign. If you sign them all, and agree without complaint, then in return I promise that I will make you very happy. I will help you learn how to be a woman."

I was stunned. Had I just heard her right? She was going to help me be a woman? I looked up at her, my eyes watering.

"I want to stay with you. I'll agree to any terms you have" I said, as a tear of joy tickled my cheek as it made its way down.

"Then I will see you in two days, after my lawyer has drawn up the papers. Before I return, I have a few chores for you."

"Certainly!" I said, eager to do something to get back in her good graces.

"First of all, I don't ever want to wear again any of my clothes that you've been in. Anything you've ever worn, take it out of my closet, and move it into the guest bedroom closet."

"Sure" I said.

"And loose all of that body hair of yours" she said. "Your arms, your chest, your legs. Everywhere. You look stupid in a skirt with hairy legs. I want to see them looking smooth and silky when I get back. Use my cream on your skin too, to help soften it up."

"Okay, I will" I said.

I felt overjoyed. She *wanted* me to shave my legs! I was going to be able to do something I had longed for, but had been unable to do for many, many years. I went to kiss her good-bye, but she wouldn't touch lips. She touched her cheek to mine, and made a kissing sound. Then she did the same with the other cheek. Kind of like how sisters kissed, or close female friends.

I watched her drive off, then went right to work on moving the clothes for her.

* * *

I was kind of nervous when two days had passed, and it was time for Shelly to return with her papers to sign. I'd get to learn the terms she had for us to stay together. And whatever these legal papers were, it didn't sound like something *good*. I wasn't sure at first if I should dress up as a woman or not. But she *had* said to show her my smooth legs. And what way to do that better then in a skirt?

So once again, I dressed up fully as a woman. I again included makeup and jewelry. Before I did that though, I went out shopping. I bought several bouquets of fresh flowers, and arranged them in vases on the kitchen table, in the livingroom, and the dining room. I also swallowed my pride and went into a wig store to buy something for myself so my hair would look nicer. I chose a shoulder-length blonde one, with nice full curls in it. I thought it made me look cute.

When Shelly came in, I wasn't quite as nervous as two days before, but I wasn't exactly calm! I had an open bottle of white wine all set up on ice, with two glasses ready. When she pulled up, I poured us each a nice glass full, so it would be waiting for her. She thanked me, and took a sip. She didn't comment on the flowers, my clothes, my smooth legs, or my wig. She simply sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit across from her.

"This paper" she started, "Is an agreement between us. It states that you are willingly turning your life over to me, so that I can feminize you. Initial here that you understand that I intend to turn you into a woman. And here, to acknowledge that you are not doing this under duress. Sign and date the bottom."

I took the pen from her, and did as she asked. The thought of her turning me into a woman really turned me on!

"This paper is a sworn statement from you that agree that *I* am completely in charge from now on. Initial here to indicate that understand that I will make all decisions about your life from now on. Initial here that you agree to cede control of all things to me. And here, to indicate that you are doing this of your own free will. Sign and date the bottom."

I did as she asked again.

"This paper gives me power of attorney for you. It means that once it is on file, I can sign legal documents on your behalf, and my signature is as binding as your own. Sign here and here, then date. There is a second copy you need to sign as well."

I signed both copies, as she asked. Why did she want that type of power? I didn't argue though. She had said I needed to accept all of her terms without complaint or question.

"This paper says that you swear to undergo any medical treatments I ask of you. Sign and date."

I did.

"This one is your formal agreement with me that you are ceding your role as the man of the house. Initial here that you understand that you are no longer a husband to me. Initial here that you agree that once we start, you cannot back out. And initial here to indicate your approval that if you should break our contract in any way, you agree that I should get *everything* in our divorce settlement. Sign and date."

I didn't like this one, but I signed it.

"This one is our divorce papers" she said. "You notice that I have not signed it. I am going to ask for you to sign it now. If things go bad, I can forge the right date for you. This is my leverage. If you slip up, I can fill in my part, and we are done. Notice that this says that I get all of our possessions and assets. You also agree to give me 60% of any future earnings you might make. Sign here, and here."

Divorce papers? My hand was shaking as I signed them. She was right; I would never go against her if she had *these*!

Now she pulled out the next pile. I had to sign over the title to my sports car to her. I signed the deed to the house, so that it could be put in her name only. I filled in a form which I would have to take to work the next day, so my paycheck would be direct deposited into an account that only Shelly had access to. I also signed an authorization closing out my savings and checking accounts, so she could withdraw all of the money, cash in my bonds, and put everything into her account.

She was leaving me with no assets, no car, no house. Everything was hers now. But she didn't let up: I had to sign papers that I agreed to let her bring movers over to our house to remove all my guitars, my amps, my stereo, my XBox, my CD collection, my computer, and everything. She would sell it all, and keep the money. She was taking everything from me!

"Now you live in *my* house" she said. "You are completely *mine*. You need to understand that you just live here now because I am *allowing* you to do so. With a word, I can throw you on the street, and you will have *nothing*. Do you understand your place now?"

I shuddered, as my new reality stared me in the face. I went from being the man of the house, to just a *thing*. A think which Shelly could throw away at any time.

"Yes Shelly, I understand" I said.

"You are not an equal anymore" she said. "You do not deserve the privilege of calling me by name. You need to address me with a title showing your respect. For now, we will go with Ms. Robbins. Now tell me again that you understand."

"I understand my place, Ms. Robbins" I said. Robbins was her maiden name. It was as if she was discarding the one part of me that I had given to her. She was dropping my name!

"This is a legal name change document" she said. "I'm signing it, to return my last name back to Robbins legally as well. This will always remind you that I am no longer a wife to you anymore."

I felt a chill run up and down my spine. She *was* discarding all remnants of me.

"Now you will sign this document, to legally change *your* name."

I looked at the papers. I looked up at her, not believing my eyes. She wanted me to change *my* legal name, to Tiffany Anne Robbins. I was to take *her* name? And change my legal name to a feminine one? This wasn't just a game, this was my legal name! I would need to get a new drivers license with the name "Tiffany Anne". I'd have to change my name at work! Everyone would know! I looked at her with fear in my eyes.

"Go ahead" she said. "Sign it, to show my you know your place. As soon as you pen hits that paper, the old you will be gone, and you will become Tiffany Anne Robbins."

My hand was shaking as I signed it. This was even harder than anything she had made me sign yet!

"Now you have a girls name to match the person you are going to become. Come here and get on your knees in front of me."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, as I knelt down.

"You are Tiffany now" she began. "You have signed your life over to me. Swear to me that you will always obey me in all things."

"I swear" I said. "I will obey you always."

"You're not a man to me anymore. You don't control or run anything. *I* am completely in charge of your life now. Tell me that you understand you're not a man anymore. Tell me you understand that *I* am the man of the house now."

"I understand I'm not a man anymore" I said, my voice cracking. "I understand that you are the man of the house now."

She was making me feel so weak, so helpless! If she was trying to crush any self-confidence I had in myself, she was doing a great job! I felt like I was nothing. I had never felt so controlled before. I had never felt so helpless. I didn't like feeling this way! I loved how it felt to be a woman, but I did not like how dominating she was being. I had no choice but to be submissive to her.

"Tell me who you are now" she said.

"I am Tiffany Anne" I replied.

"Tell me that you agree that you are the woman of the house now."

"Yes Ms. Robbins. I am the woman of the house" I said.

"Good. I'm glad you understand your place, Tiffany. Now lets go over a few things. First of all, unless I give you permission, you are not allowed to cut your nails anymore. I want them to be long and pretty. You are also not allowed to cut your hair. You will wear a wig around the house for now, but soon enough you'll have your own long pretty hair which we'll show off to everyone."

I shuddered at the thought. How could I hide my feminization from everyone at work if I had long nails? And hair? I couldn't let everyone know about my secret!

"Come with me to the guest room" she said. I stood up and followed her down the hall. We walked in the room, and she inspected the closet to see just how many of her things I had moved over.

"Very interesting Tiffany. You seem to have always gone for the most frilly, feminine things of mine. You are a real girlie-girl. You will always dress up in lace and frills from now on. However, your fashion sense is very poor. Lets get you out of those clothes so we can put you into something proper. I'll be right back. Wait for me once you're down to your panties and bra."

She left the room, and I started to take off my clothes. I wondered what she might be doing, where she was going, or what she had in store for me next. I stood there feeling foolish. She walked in the room with several shopping bags in one hand, and a something on a hanger covered in plastic in the other. She set down the shopping bags, and hung the other bag over the door. She hummed as she removed the plastic cover, and I got a glimpse of a red dress, along with what looked like several other garments on hangers.

"To begin with, the way you stuffed your bra is completely unacceptable. It doesn't have the right proportions, and it is uneven. Take it all out. I've got something much better for you."

I removed the old towels I had used to stuff my bra cups full. I stood there and watched, as she removed a box from one of the bags, as she continued to hum. She opened it up, and I saw what was inside: a pair of very realistic looking fake boobs! She took them from the box, came over to me, and gently slipped them under my bra. It made it look like I had real boobs!

"These are very expensive, so take good care of them. The instructions tell you how to wash them. For special occasions, there is a glue you can use so they stay in place, even without a bra. Until you have real ones of your own, you're going to need these. Needless to say, you'll always wear them. If I *ever* see you without them on, I will throw you out of my house. Do you understand me Tiffany?"

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said.

"Good. Now the next thing we need to work on is that tummy of yours. You're going on a strict diet so you can become slender like a model. No more beer for you, no pizza, no junk food. Until we can get you looking trim and thin, you'll be wearing this. I know it will be very tight at first, but you need something to make you look slender, and help show off your curves."

She went to the bag, and pulled out a corset! She wrapped it around me, and started to lace it up in back. She pulled it very tight, and I felt like I was being squeezed by a python or something!

"Breathe out Tiffany. We need to get this on as snugly as possible."

I breathed out, and she pulled it even harder. It hurt as it dug into me! But when I looked in the mirror, I saw how it was shaping me, making my stomach look flatter and more slender. It also made my hips look wider by comparison. It made it look like I had a little bit of curves going on! Between that and the realistic fake boobs, it made me look more feminine than ever before. It was worth the pain!

Shelly had me remove my panties, and she couldn't help but to notice how I had such a hard-on! She handed me a different pair of panties, without commenting on my arousal. They had lots of padding on the back and the sides. I slipped them on as she talked.

"Until you have a proper female figure, you'll need some help to give your fanny and your hips the right shape. You'll wear these until I instruct you otherwise. Also note that they're stiff, and the panel in the front will help hide that embarrassing bulge of yours. I went online and ordered a gaff, which is something I will put on you to hide that ugly thing between your legs, and make it look like a pussy. When that arrives, you'll wear it full time as well. Even at work."

I was going to have to wear a fake pussy? Even at work? I felt this overwhelming feeling of helplessness again. She was taking away any semblance of manhood that I had left.

"Now lets get you dressed up nicely. Put your pantyhose back on. Then you can try on your new dress."

I pulled on my control top pantyhose, and I gaped as she handed me the red dress she had bought for me. It was knee length, and ultra-feminine. The neckline was fairly deep and plunging, just high enough not to show off my bra. The inside edge was trimmed with frilly lace, as was the hem at the bottom. The waist section was a little tight, but then it flared out wide below. If I had to describe it in one word, I would pick "ultra-feminine".

Shelly also had new shoes for me, pumps with five inch heels. Somehow, she had found a pair in my size! I was excited to try them on, and to walk in heels for the first time since my feet got too big to fit into my sister's shoes. I was a little wobbly, but I had done it before, and I knew I'd adjust to it quickly with a little practice.

She had several other shoe boxes which she opened up to show me. She placed them all in the closet, and told me I was only allowed to wear the shoes she had just bought. I felt so wonderful, so excited! This was what I had longed for. She was dressing me up now, and being very nice about it. She was explaining which shoes I'd want for which occasions, how I would need to coordinate them with my outfits, and when I'd want colored ones instead of black.

"Sit down at the mirror Tiffany" she said. "Your applied your makeup very poorly. I'm going to teach you the right way to do it."

She had us both first remove all of our makeup using little bottles of cleaner, along with special cotton pads. She explained I would have to remember to remove my makeup every night before I went to bed, no matter how tired I was. Otherwise I'd get it on my pillow, and it wasn't good for my face to have it on all night long.

First she did her own makeup, carefully explaining what she was doing, and why. She showed me different techniques I hadn't heard of before, and I was enthralled listening to her. I felt so wonderful as I tried to put my own on, with her gently helping correct me, so that I would do it properly. It came out much better than I had ever done before, but she wasn't satisfied. I had to take it all off, wash my face, then do it all over again.

When I finally did my makeup to her satisfaction, I felt like I was just glowing. I had wonderful boobs. I was in heels. My legs were shaved. I had on my pretty wig, and I was in full makeup. I sat there staring at my reflection, as she put jewelry on me. The clip-on hoop earrings were particularly exciting! I marveled at my transformation.

"Now practice your walking" she said. "I need to go do something."

"Yes Ms. Robbins" I said, smiling at her. I felt so feminine. I felt so wonderful. *This* was what I had longed for all those years! I was finally able to fully express my feminine side. And she was being so kind and supportive right now. I had been afraid when she had been so harsh. But now she was being kind. *This* was the life I had dreamed about.

I took little tight steps back and forth across the room, letting my hips swing as I moved. I loved the feel of the skirt swishing against the nylon on my legs. The shoes did pinch my toes a little, but they were so pointy down there, and so cute! It was a small price to pay for making my feet look like that, just as the tight painful corset paid off by improving my figure. I just couldn't believe that the feminine creature in the mirror was me!

"Tiffany Anne Robbins, get in here this instant!" shouted Shelly from the next room. She sounded like a mother scolding a child. I strutted down the hall, and into our bedroom to see what it was she wanted. I was quite taken aback when I saw her though. She had dressed up in one of my old suits, including a shirt and a tie. Her hair was all slicked back, making it look like it was cut short. She still wore makeup, which made her look somewhere between a man and a woman. She pointed to the floor in front of her, and I knelt down there.

"Yes, Ms. Robbins?" I asked.

Wordlessly, Shelly just smiled at me. She reached down, and unzipped the fly on her pants. She then reached inside the hole, and worked aside the opening in the boxers she was wearing underneath. And then she pulled *it* out.

Poking out of the hole in her pants was something that looked like a huge penis! It looked as if she had a hard-on. I suddenly realized that she had put on some sort of strap-on device, which made it look like she had a dick! It was quite realistic in its shape and size, but the glint of the light gave away the fact that it was some sort of plastic. Yet it looked real enough to make my stomach turn! A penis on Shelly? Ew!

I was kneeling down there, and she moved closer so that it was almost right in my face.

"You want to suck on this, don't you?" she said.

"No!" I cried out.

"No what?" she said, with her voice rising at the end.

"No, Ms. Robbins. Please, don't make me suck on it."

"Why?" she asked, as if surprised. "Don't you want to suck my dick?"

"No Ms. Robbins" I replied. "I do not."

"Nobody will know but you and I. Its okay for you to do it. You're a woman now. Don't you want to please your man?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Robbins, but I just don't want to do *that*" I said.

"Very well" she replied, pulling it in, and zipping back up. But I couldn't help but to notice the prominent bulge in her pants.

I felt so relieved!

"As I mentioned before, things will never be the same again with us. We are no longer going to sleep in the same bed. You will sleep in the guest room. It will be yours. This room is going to be *mine* alone. Not only are you not going to share my bed, but we are not going to have any intimacy of any kind, until you are willing to suck my dick. I won't ask you again. You are going to have to *beg* me to allow you to do it."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said. I vowed never to give in and suck it.

"I will always have it on at home, all hard and ready for you. Today we transformed you on the outside, just a little bit, making you look like a woman. When you begin to change on the *inside*, and let your feminine desires grow, you'll realize that as a woman, you *do* desire my penis. And when that happens, you can beg me for it."

She walked back from me, and wrote something in a notebook on the table.

"I am making a new rule for you Tiffany. From this moment on, you are not allowed to touch yourself or masturbate at all. If you do, I will know. And when I find out that you've disobeyed me, I will kick you out of my house. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said.

"I am making a list of your rules here, so you do not forget them. If you slip up, I can point to the book, show you where you fell short. And then you're gone from my life forever."

Now I felt very strange. I was so wound up from all of the dressing up, the new boobs, the shoes, the makeup and the new outfit! I wanted *so* much to have a release! I had planned on doing it as soon as I was alone. But now I was forbidden to do it! I wanted her to let me make love to her, or at least for her to go down. on me. But that wasn't going to happen now. Not unless I begged her to let me suck her, which was something I would never do! I guess that if I had to pick one word to describe my emotions at that moment, it was "frustrated"!!!

The next few hours were somewhat better, as she showed me how to cook dinner, which was something that she had always done. When she was in 'teaching mode", she treated me kindly, like a sister or something. It was such a wonderful moment. I felt so close to her, and I felt more like a woman than I ever had in my entire life. The joy within me surged, and I felt a warm glow all over. Shelly was turning me into a girl, and it was the best feeling ever. If I had one word to describe it, I'd have to pick "heavenly".

Next, Shelly taught me how to properly serve her dinner, standing aside, ready to swoop in to pour her more water, clean her crumbs from the table, refold her napkin, pour her more wine, or whatever else she needed. After she ate, I was allowed to eat some of what was left over, although she reminded me that I was going on a strict diet, and I had to lose at least thirty pounds, if not more.

I cleaned the dishes from the table, washed them, dried them, and put them away. Then Shelly told me to rub her back and shoulders, which I did for over an hour. My hands and wrists were sore! It was a relief when she told me I could stop.

"Tiffany, come with me to my bedroom" she said.

I went in with her. She took a seat at her vanity, and picked up a brush.

"When you have a head of nice long hair like mine, it requires care" she said. "Soon enough, you too will have long pretty hair, so you will need to learn how to care for it. Pay close attention."

She took her brush, and started to run it through her hair, very gently. She told me that she did up to one hundred strokes every night! She gave me the brush, and had me do the work of brushing her hair, while she sat there and read a book. When I was done, she thanked me, and took the brush back.

"That is all for tonight Tiffany. Tomorrow you need to go to work. Remember the rules. You may not touch yourself, at all. You will sleep in the nightie I've laid out in your bed, and you'll continue to wear your bra and your boobs. In the morning, you may dress up in male clothes to go into work, but you will wear your bra and panties underneath. Do not eat lunch with male coworkers. I am ordering you to find a group of women to hang out with. You may only dine with other females. Then come directly home after you're done. We have much work to do tomorrow."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said.

I felt weird as I headed to what had been the guest room. For such a long time I had shared a bed with Shelly. We had lived together for three years before we were married, so this felt really strange to be alone. As I laid down in bed, I could hear something. A noise coming from her room. It started as a low moan, then it got louder and louder.

I suddenly realized that she must have taken out a vibrator or dildo, and she was doing herself. I could only listen, whether I wanted to or not. I was so turned on by the sound of her voice moaning! I wanted more than anything to release the tension I had all day from being turned on all the time by my feminine attire, but I wasn't allowed to.

It was only after Shelly became silent, that I was able to gather myself together emotionally, and finally relax enough to fall asleep. All night long I dreamed that I was at work, with my bra and panties, but I had my boobs in still, and I was trying to hide them from everyone else!

* * *

Needless to say, I woke up not feeling very rested! I did my normal morning routine of showering, shaving, and getting dressed. But today, I had to put on the bra and panty set under my normal clothes. After wearing all of the fancy frilly things, a gray men's two-piece suit felt so boring! I went into work, and tried to get my mind off of my problems, by throwing myself at my job.

At 10:30, my cell phone rang. It was Shelly.

"Hello, Tiffany" she said. "How is work today?"

"Just fine" I replied.

"Just fine.... what?" she asked in that demanding voice of hers.

"Um, just fine, Ms. Robbins."

"Why did you say that so quietly?" she replied. "Say it again, in a normal tone of voice.'

"I said just fine, Ms. Robbins" I said, this time louder. What would people think hearing me say *that*?

"Very good, Tiffany. Don't mumble to me again, or I'll ask you if you've been a good girl, and you will have to announce it loud enough for everyone to hear. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said.

"Good. It is almost lunch time. Did you find a group of women who you will be eating with?"

"Yes I did, Ms. Robbins" I said.

"Excellent. I'm giving you a homework assignment, Tiffany. As you eat, you are to observe them. women communicate differently then men do, of course. What I want you to pay close attention to, is their nonverbal behavior. The way they use their hands. Their postures towards each other, and towards you. If one of them likes you, you might see her touching her hair, or leaning closer to you, perhaps touching you lightly. You are going to need to understand how women act and think, since you are becoming one. Be very thorough in your observations. Starting tonight, we are going to work on your feminine posture, your gestures, and even the way you move. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ms. Robbins. Crystal clear."

"Very well then Tiffany. Have a nice day. Remember to be a good girl!"

"I will, Ms. Robbins" I said.

The call was over. But my work was just beginning. Now even lunch wouldn't be a break from my feminization process.

* * *

When I got home from work, I went right to the guest bedroom (I still couldn't bring myself to think of it as "mine"). Laid out on the bed for me was a new outfit. There was a gray skirt with dark lines making a plaid pattern, along with a white tank top. As I inspected the top, I found that it contained one of those sewn-in bras, so that you didn't need to wear one with it. I knew this meant that I'd have to use the special glue to keep my breast forms in place. I applied the glue, slid them into my bra which I still had on, and waited for it to set.

Meanwhile, I put on the padded panties. I couldn't get into my corset on my own of course, but there was a girdle for me on the bed, which I did manage to get into. I put on the skirt, and admired how it looked on me. Now came the big moment: I took of my bra, and watched in the mirror as the big fake boobs on my chest just stayed there, right in place. It looked *so* much like I really did have boobs, and immediately my penis tried to get hard. But between the panties and the girdle, there wasn't any room for it to expand, so it stayed there, pretty much limp, as it strained to find room to grow.

I pulled on the top, and I again had one of those weird moments. What a feeling it was to pull a top on, and to have it stick out like that in front, when I wasn't wearing a bra! It was as if I really did have boobs, and... wow. It was like a dream come true! I hummed softly as I put my makeup on and did my nails. I put on the pair of pumps that Shelly had laid out for me, along with my wig and my jewelry. Now I was ready to present myself to Shelly.

I walked into the livingroom, where I found her reading a copy of Vogue.

"This is going to become your new bible" she said. "You will read it every day, memorizing every article, until your fashion sense begins to develop. When a girl goes to school, she wants to dress like her peers, yet keep an individual sense of style. She gets feedback from the other girls, who might admire her, laugh at her, or something in between. By the time she's an adult, she knows more about what to wear, then you could ever imagine. You were denied having a a girlhood, so you will have to work harder now to make up for it."

I nodded.

"I promise I'll read it every day, Ms. Robbins."

"Very good Tiffany. Now we need to talk about something else. Sit down here next to me. Make sure you keep your knees together so that nobody gets a peek up your skirt. Then cross your legs like this, at the knees, so you care comfortable, yet nobody can see your panties."

I sat down, with my knees together. No problem. But my legs didn't seem to go like hers, did, and I wasn't able to get my legs to cross like hers.

"I'm sorry Ms. Robbins, but I can't make my legs do that" I said.

"We are going to need to work on your flexibility then" she said. "I took ballet and gymnastics as a girl. I'm going to buy you a leotard, and you're going to work with my for a few hours every day. It will help you learn grace and elegance in your movements as well."

I nodded. Another thing to learn. There was so much! I hadn't thought of all this when I agreed to her terms.

"As you are well aware" she started, "I am turning you into a woman. Therefore, I am not going to allow you to have any *male* experiences, such as male bonding with your buddies. You are never going to see them again. I am cutting you off, completely. If they call, you are not to answer the phone. You are to add all of their email addresses to the spam filter. You will delete all of their numbers from your cell phone. No contact at all."

"Yes Ms. Robbins" I said. I felt terrible, like I was betraying my friends now. What would think of me for acting like I had just dropped off the face of the earth? But what choice did I have?

"Instead of your male buddies, from now on you will be hanging out with me, and my girlfriends. You are one of *us* now."

That sent a shudder through me.

"Tonight, you will go out with me to meet several of them. I am going to show you off. On the table there you will find a purse. It is for you. Guard it with your life. You know how a woman never lets her purse out of her reach. Hold it close to your body as you walk. It is your most precious possession. Take it now, and come with me to the car."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, my voice cracking. I was about to go out into the world as Tiffany? She was going to show me off to all of her friends? They would know it was me! What would they think of me? I was going to die of embarrassment! Shelly opened the door to the passenger side, and motioned for me to get in. I did, and she shut it.

I felt so self-conscious as she drove. I felt like everybody was staring at me! We arrived at a local restaurant I recognized, and Shelly pulled up for valet parking. The young man opened the door for me, and smiled at me as I got out. I felt so weird as he did that! I ducked in the door with Shelly, and I was very relieved that it was a darker atmosphere inside!

"While we are in public tonight, you may call me by my name" she whispered into my ear as we entered.

"Thank you" I said, relieved that I wasn't going to have to call her 'Ms. Robbins' in front of her friends!

"You will still do your homework. You are here to observe how we act, so that you can properly blend in among women. Don't embarrass me. You don't want to know your punishment if you do."

"I'll be good" I said. "I promise."

"Hello there girls!" said Shelly, her face lighting up with a smile as we approached a table. I recognized a couple of her friends, but I didn't really know them. They all looked at me.

"You must be Tiffany" said one of them. "I'm Paula. I've heard so much about you! Have a seat, and tell me all about yourself. Any friend of Shelly's is a friend of mine."

I took a seat, and for the next three hours, my head was spinning with all of the freewheeling conversations, and goings on. Having dinner was secondary it seemed, to the main purpose of the gathering: everyone talking. Sometimes all at once. If I had to pick one word to describe how my head felt, it would be dizzy!

Everyone was so nice to me. I wondered if I was doing that great of a job acting like a woman, or if Shelly had told them already. Or maybe they just didn't care. The feeling I got was that they immediately accepted me into their group. This was quite different from the girls talking when men were around. This was an all-female crowd as far as they were concerned, and I was amazed that I heard swearing, raunchy talk, and other things I never would have thought that the girls ever did!

A lot of their talk centered around their relationships. A couple of them were really bashing their men, and I kind of felt defensive at first. But I had to let it go, so I wouldn't tip them off to who I really was! But perhaps the hardest part of the evening came at that point. The girls all had their say, bitching about their men. And now all eyes turned to me.

"So Tiffany" said the redhead named Kathy. "You've been rather quiet. Tell us about *your* love life."

I glanced at Shelly, who was just smiling at me, playing dumb.

"Oh, I'm dating any guys" I said.

"What, a smart, pretty girl like you?" asked Paula.

"With a chest like yours, you could get any guy to ask you out" said Stephanie. "I mean, I'd kill to have your boobs!."

I felt one of those shudders. She wouldn't want them, if she knew what they really were!

"How about that cute guy over there at the bar?" asked Paula. "I bet that if you went up to buy yourself a drink, he'd pay for it."

"Once he starts talking to you, it will only be a matter of time before he asks for your number."

"Just smile at him, and laugh at his jokes. You can do it!"

"I don't know.... " I said.

"Well if you won't, then I will!" said Stephanie, standing up.

"I have to go to the little girl's room" said Shelly. "Tiffany, do you want to come with me?"

"Sure!" I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic, as I remembered to grab my purse as I stood up. I never thought that ducking into the lady's room would be a welcomed relief for me! I followed Shelly inside, never having set foot in one of them before.

"Thank you *so* much" I said.

"Oh, I'm not doing this to be nice" she said. "I'm doing it because if you got that man's number and went out on a date with him, you might wind up falling for him and going to bed with him. But as I told you yesterday, you will have *no* sexual contact of any kind, even with your right hand, until you are willing do show me that *I* am your man. Until you beg me to suck my dick, I'm not going to let you go off and do it to some other man."

I was stunned. She had been so nice all evening, but just at the wink of an eye, she was back to being the strong, harsh dominating woman that I had seen the night before, for the first time. She was reminding me of what I was going to have to do, if I was ever going to have a release.

"Someone is coming. Step to the mirror, and fix your makeup" she said.

I did as she asked. The woman paid us no mind; it was just like any other woman in the rest room. I couldn't believe that nobody had treated me as if I was a man in women's things. They were treating me as if I was a woman!

When the evening came to a close, it was with mixed emotions that I said good-bye. I really had fun with the girls, and getting to feel as if I was one of them really gave me a great sense of belonging and femininity on the inside. And leaving meant going back home, where Shelly would again become dominating, which was something I didn't look forward to.

"May I ask a question, Ms. Robbins?" I said, as she drove home.

"What is it Tiffany?"

"I love how it feels when you're teaching me things. Its like we're friends, or sisters. But when you order me around, I just don't like how that feels! Being a woman doesn't mean you're weak and obedient! I want to be a strong woman...."

"Tiffany Anne, don't you ever dare to question my methods!" she snapped. "I am doing this because it was what you need. Right now, the male inside you still thinks it is in charge of your mind. It needs to learn that it has become irrelevant. Only when I'm fully convinced that you have become 100% a woman on the *inside* at a mental and emotional level, will I let up. If you don't want to be ordered around, then you need to give in, and let your inner woman take over. But your male ego keeps getting in the way."

When we got home, she excused herself, and went to our bedroom. I read Vogue as I waited for her, trying to really get into the articles like she said. I looked up when I heard her. There she was, dressed up again in a suit and tie.

"I am the man of the house" she stated. "And that makes you the woman. Looking at those big boobs of your has got me all hard."

She put her hands onto her pants, and I could clearly see the bulge there. She had *it* on again. She waited there for a few moments, but then sighed.

"Why aren't you begging to suck my dick?" she asked.

"Because... I couldn't do that!" I said.

"You don't *want* to?" she asked.

"Exactly" I said.

"Who is telling you that you can't?"

"Um, nobody. Its how I feel, I guess" I said.

"A woman wouldn't feel that. It is the man inside of you that is blocking your feminine potential. And since you are still a man inside, that means that you still need to be educated. Go to bed. Tomorrow, I have something very special planned for you."

I went to bed again with mixed emotions. It was such a great experience to be a woman outside of the house for the first time in my life, and to be accepted as one by Shelly's friends. But she was calling me a man, and telling me she wasn't going to let up with her domination. I didn't quite know what I could do. I wasn't going to beg her to suck on that thing! That was for sure.

I had to lay in bed, hearing her moan, as she again used her vibrator, while I couldn't do anything but to listen.

* * *

It was Saturday morning, my day off. I usually slept in, but at 7:00am, Shelly woke me up.

"Get out of bed Tiffany. Get into the bath tub. We have some work to do."

I got up, and followed her to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom where she had slept. The air in the bathroom was filled with a floral scent, and the water in the tub had a slight purple tinge to it.

"Lavender" she said. "Recent studies have shown that exposure to lavender has an interesting effect on males: somehow, it interacts with them, and produces estrogen. The study looked at a group of men who had shown breast development. A high percentage of them used lavender based soap, shampoo, or creams. From now on, you'll drown yourself in it. Anything to boost those female hormone levels! Now into the tub with you."

I put one foot into the tub, but then pulled back out right away.

"Its freezing!" I said.

"I know. I poured it, and put ice cubes in to make it as cold as possible. Now get in! Don't you dare disobey me!"

I got in, and it was almost painful as I immersed myself in the frigid water. Shelly ordered me to splash the water all over, then to wash up with the lavender soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I did all that, then rinsed off. Finally, she let me dry off, but she told me to do it quickly.

"Yesterday, my package arrived in the mail. We need the coldness to shrink you up as small as possible between your legs, so this won't hurt as much. Stand still, and close your eyes."

I did as she asked. I felt her slip something over one foot, then the other. And she started to pull it up my legs. When she got near the top, I felt her hand grab onto my shrunken little penis, still pulled back from the ice cold water. I felt something wrap around my balls too, and then I felt her pull something so that it felt all tight down here.

"Look in the mirror Tiffany. You're a girl now."

My eyes took a second to adjust to the light. I looked at myself, and I gaped. Down there, between my legs, it looked like I had a pussy! There was some sort of skin colored material, with little curly hairs glued on, making it look like the patch of hair above a soft mound with a slit running through it. It looked like I had a pussy!

"No more embarrassing bulge" she said. "Now you're all safely tucked away. Now turn around."

I turned, as she asked. I felt her pull something tight around me.

"This belt holds it in place. There is a release here, which could be used to take it off. But this model comes with a locking belt."

I heard a click, and felt her pull her hand away. She showed me a little key she was holding.

"Without this, you cannot take it off. If you try to play with the lock, it will just grow tighter. I understand it can be quite painful if you balls are squeezed too tight. I'd recommend not even trying to remove it. You've got a pussy now Tiffany. You are a girl."

I reached down and touched it. It looked almost real, and it was on me! I stood there marveling as she glued on my breast forms. I looked so much like a woman now! Even naked, I looked like I was female! Shelly continued to talk as she held my fake boobs in place, as they dried.

"Your pussy is the top of the line system. Your little teeny penis is in a tube. You'll need to sit down to pee from now on. The pee will flow down the tube, and out your opening. You'll need to wipe it up good and clean when you're done. You notice your opening is enough to insert something small, like a tampon or a small dildo. You could even take in a man, if you wanted."

I cringed at that!

"Not only does this gaff make you look like a girl, but it also keeps your penis out of harms way. Now you can't even touch yourself if you wanted to. It is in effect a chastity belt for you too. It will not come off until you beg me to suck my dick."

With that, she unzipped her pants, and revealed to me that she had it on.

"I've got the penis now, and you have the pussy. I am your man. Now is there something you really want?"

I knew what she was getting at, but I just couldn't say it! I didn't want to suck her, and I never would. She said it was a pity, as she zipped herself back up, then helped me get dressed. I stared at the front of my panties, noting how they laid flat now. It almost looked as if it was real! I was again so conflicted. I loved looking like this, I loved feeling like this, but I didn't like that she was trying to make me suck on her penis!

When I was all dressed, and I had done my makeup, we sat down at her vanity. She put a set of fake nails onto my hands, gluing them in place. She showed me how to file and shape them. And then we worked on applying the nail polish. I did her fingers and toes, then I did my own fingernails as she did my toes. It felt so strange to have long fingernails!

"Soon your natural nails will be that long" she said. "You need to learn how to take care of them, so they can grow like that."

She taught me all about base coats, clear coat finishes, how to keep them nice, and how to touch them up if I had a problem. She told me we'd practice it every day, until I got good at it. By the time my fingernails were long, I would be an expert at painting them and caring for them.

"Now lets clean some of these useless *male* clothes from my closet" she said. "There aren't any men here anymore, so there is no need for most of these."

She got out trash bags, and I had to throw out all of my boxers, most of my T-shirts, my golf shirts, and everything except a couple of outfits for work. Other than when I was in the office, she told me that 100% of the time I would be in feminine attire, so there was no need for me to own a pair of men's shorts anymore, or jeans.

I helped her move all of the bags to the car. We got in, and drove over to the homeless shelter, where we donated them for the poor. And then we started shopping.

When I say shopping, I mean that by the time we got home, my head was spinning. We went to so many specialty stores! We bought a lot of things for me. Bras. Panties. Lingerie. skirts, dresses, blouses, women's suits, a bikini (!), women's jeans, and more. Then we went to the store that specialized in larger sizes of women's shoes, and she helped me pick out flats, pumps, mules, and a pair of knee high leather boots with five inch heels.

When we got back home, there was a lot of clothes to put away! But there was a lot of open space in 'my' room, which this helped fill up. Shelly told me she'd be watching the internet for bargains, and keep my wardrobe steadily growing.

"A woman can never have too many clothes" she said. "I have a couple of specialty outfits on order for you, which will be in soon."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Robbins!" I said. Buying all of these clothes for myself lifted my sprits, and made me feel good inside. But that night, as I laid there in my bed, listening to Shelly doing herself, I felt all mixed up. I wanted *so* much to have a release of my own. I was living out my lifelong fantasy, living as a girl, shopping, wearing dresses and skirts. I even had on a very realistic looking fake pussy and boobs! Oh how I felt a longing to touch myself. But I was locked up down there, lost inside the confines of my fake pussy. For the first time, I wondered if I should consider doing what Shelly had asked of me. Should I ask her if I could suck her dick, so that I could finally get an orgasm of my own?

* * *

A full week went by, with no change in my situation. I was getting more used to wearing a bra under my suit at work, but I could never quite feel comfortable there! I hung out with the girls in the office all the time now, studying their every move, trying to learn and understand. At home, Shelly was teaching me so much about being a woman! I loved that part of my new life, but I didn't like how it felt when she ordered me around, as if I was her slave.

I was getting better at doing my makeup now, along with my developing fashion sense. Every day now, Shelly would spend an hour with me in the basement, teaching me ballet or gymnastics. We did a lot of stretching, working on my flexibility. I couldn't do the ballet thing yet standing on my toes like she could though. I wondered if I'd ever be able too.

I had lost a few pounds already on my strict diet. Once my tummy got flatter, I'd look even better in my pretty new clothes. And maybe I wouldn't have to wear the corset or girdle all the time. They were exciting at first, but frankly, I was getting tired of them. If I had one word to describe how that corset felt on me, I'd have to say it would be "stifling". Sometimes I felt as if I couldn't breathe in it!

It was a Sunday, and when I woke up, Shelly was waiting for me. We went through our normal routine. I took a lavender bath, shaved both my legs, chest, and my face. I glued on my breast forms, then my leotard. We went downstairs and did ballet for a full hour. Then I ran up, changed into a house dress, made breakfast for us, served her, ate the leftovers, then cleaned up.

Being a weekend day, there were endless chores around the house I had to do. I hadn't appreciated how many little things Shelly had always done, like cleaning the windows, dusting, vacuuming and such. And these things needed to be done all the time! When I was done with everything, I needed another bath to wash myself up.

"When you're done in there Tiffany, meet me in your room" said Shelly through the door.

"Okay, Ms. Robbins" I called out.

I dried myself the way that Shelly had taught me: patting my face instead of running the towel along it, so I wouldn't stretch out my skin. I dried off my hair and my body, then wrapped a towel around my head as she showed me. I put on the pink bath robe that was hanging on the door, then put my moisturizer on my face and legs.

I went into my bedroom, and found Shelly there, waiting for me.

"If you remember, a week or so ago I told you that I had ordered some special outfits for you online. They have arrived. You will wear one of them tonight. I have a guest coming over, and old friend. You are going to cook dinner for us, and provide formal service, as I've taught you."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, although I didn't much like the idea of having to serve dinner to her and a guest!

"Since you will be acting as a servant, you will dress as one. Here is your new outfit."

She opened the closet door, and I saw my new outfit hanging there: a sexy French maid uniform! The neckline seemed to be cut impossibly deep to start with. It was black, with white lacy trim, poofy sleeves and shoulders, and a very high hemline. On the hanger was also an exceptionally frilly white apron, a lace maid's cap, and a pair of white gloves.

Shelly laid out a pair of lacy black panties on the bed, along with an uplift bra that would leave the tops and middle of my fake breasts uncovered, so they'd show in the v-neck. There was also a new pair of black fishnet stockings, and a garter belt to hold them up. I looked at all that, then looked at her, somewhat taken aback. If I had to bend over at all, her guest would be able to see up my short skirt, and see all of that underneath!

"If you prefer, I could order you to dress up without the panties, so my guess would get an ever better look" she said.

"No Ms. Robbins, I'd prefer to wear them" I said.

"Very well Tiffany. Put on your uniform, but not the gloves yet. Then meet me in the kitchen."

I did as she asked, dressing up in my new maid's uniform. I did my makeup, put on my wig, jewelry, and the black pumps she selected for me. I looked at myself in the mirror and marveled. How could that sexy girl in the skimpy outfit be me? My eyes came out very well that night, better than I had ever done them before. You could see my boobs in the 'v' of the neck. The fishnets showed off my long smooth legs. I wanted *so* much to make myself come at that moment! Oh how I needed it! I felt so horny.

I went to the kitchen, and started right away to prepare the meal. I broiled fish, got some seasonal vegetables ready to steam cook, made a Caesar salad with homemade dressing, and I also put in a cake for dessert. I opened up a bottle of white wine, and put it in the ice bucket, ready to serve. I had everything almost ready.

"Smells good Tiffany" said Shelly. "My guest will be here soon. Do you have everything ready?"

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, feeling nervous about her friend seeing me dressed like that! I wondered if it was really necessary.

"For tonight, you will call me 'Ms. Robbins' when my friend arrives. This is to be formal service, remember?"

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, not looking forward to acting so subservient to her in front of someone. Up to this point, when we were with others, she had allowed me to call her by her real name.

I was setting the table, placing all of the utensils in their proper places as Shelly had taught me. That was when the doorbell rang.

"Tiffany, can you get that please?" she said.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. She wanted me to go answer the door? Dressed up as a sexy female maid? The doorbell rang again, and I knew I had to do it, or I would incur her anger.

"Tiffany Anne Robbins, why are you keeping my friend waiting?"

"I'm on the way, Ms. Robbins!" I called back, as I walked as fast as possible, given the five inch heels on my shoes! I got to the door, undid the chain, turned the lock on the door knob, and started to turn it. I wondered if she had asked over her friend Paula, or perhaps Stephanie? I would be so embarrassed to be in my uniform, serving them! What would they think of me? I swung the door open, and my jaw must have dropped, as I stared at the guest. It was a *man*.

"Won't... won't you come in?" I said, as Shelly had instructed me.

"Took long enough" he said, walking in as if he owned the place. He handed me his coat, and ignored me as I stood there, stunned and dying from embarrassment. I was so flustered! Why would Shelly have invited a *man* over for dinner? I closed the door, hung up his jacket, and hurried to Shelly's room to find out what was going on.

"You invited a man over?" I asked her.

"Tiffany Anne, how dare you talk to me like that! You're the maid, not a guest."

"Sorry, Ms. Robbins. I was just so upset and...."

"I'm the one who is getting upset!" she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Why aren't you out there serving him a drink? Go get his order, and tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said, as my head hung low.

"For being so slow in answering the door, and treating me so disrespectfully, I am going to give you one more task Tiffany."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins?" I asked. This couldn't be good.

"After you serve his drink, I want you to talk to him. Giggle and flirt with him as he talks. Then ask him if there is anything you can do for him. I want you to play with your hair as you're talking, like those girls in the bar did. And I want you to lean in close to him, and touch his arm while you're asking him. Start by dropping his napkin, so you have to reach down and pick it up. Bend only at the waist, so he gets a good look up under your skirt. Then look at him over your shoulder, wink and giggle."

"You want me to make a pass at him?" I asked, not believing my ears.

"Good. So you understand. Go out to him. NOW."

"Yes Ms. Robbins, right away" I said as I scurried away from her.

"Excuse me sir, Ms. Robbins will be a few minutes before she is ready. Can I get a drink for you?"

"Gin and tonic. Light on the ice" he said. "With a lime."

"Yes sir, right away" I said, as I could feel him staring at me.

"Make it quick. I'm thirsty."

"Yes, sir" I said, as I hurried to the kitchen. It felt good to be away from him! I tried to place him, and it felt like I had seen him before. He was tall, with dark hair, and a goatee beard. He seemed a little familiar, but I just couldn't put a name to his face. I thought about it as I prepared his drink. I had to cut up a lemon, since we didn't have any limes. I put the drink on a tray, and brought it to him.

"Sorry sir, but we are out of limes. I got you a lemon instead."

"Humph!" he snorted. "You can't hire good help these days."

He took the drink off the tray, and took a sip of it. Now came the hard part. I had to do what Shelly had asked of me. I had to start flirting with him. As she had requested, I started by dropping a napkin off the tray.

"Oops" I said, as I leaned over to pick it up. Facing away from him, I bent only at the waist. If he was looking, he would have had a great look up my short skirt, which made me blush bright red with embarrassment. I stood back up, looked over my shoulder at him, and let out a pathetic giggle as I winked.

I walked over closer to him now, and handed him the napkin. I started to play with my hair, twirling my finger in it as he took another sip. I sat down beside him, and touched him on the arm.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked him.

He just smiled at me, which made me feel like a dagger had just been shoved into my guts.

"How long have you known Ms. Robbins?" I asked, trying to make polite conversation.

"We used to date, back before she married that loser" he said.

The dagger in my guts was being twisted! This was her ex-boyfriend! I hadn't recognized him because of his beard. I was serving (and having to flirt with) her ex-boyfriend! I almost felt real pain now, as he smiled at me, and started to ask questions.

"How long have you been working for Shelly?" he said.

"A few weeks now" I replied.

"I see. I'm glad she got all of that loser's money, so she could afford a servant. I hope you take good care of her."

"Yes sir, I do" I replied.

"Come to think of it, there is something you can do for me" he said, after he took another sip of his drink. "When she comes out here, go turn down the bed. After dinner, I don't want anything to delay us from getting it on."

She was going to bed with him? My face must have turned bright red.

"Sorry babe, I can tell you want me, but *she* is the one I'm going to fuck tonight. Now go get me another drink."

I was in tears as I went into the kitchen, to pour another drink for that vile man. Shelly walked in, and asked me what the matter was.

"You brought over your ex-boyfriend? And you're going to let him take you to bed?" I said, sobbing.

"That was my plan" she said. "A woman needs a man, doesn't she? You aren't willing to do anything for me in the bedroom, so I've had to turn elsewhere."

I stood there, stunned.

"It doesn't have to be that way" she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If you were to make it clear that you want me, I would have no need to turn to him. The choice is completely yours. Do you want me? Or am I going to be forced to look elsewhere for pleasure?"

I got down on my knees, and I did something I never thought I would ever do.

"Ms. Robbins?" I asked. "Please, can I suck you?"

"suck my what, Tiffany" she said.

"Can I suck your dick?" I asked.

"Why do you want to do that, Tiffany?"

"Because I love you Ms. Robbins. I want you. I need you."

"Tell me that you need to feel my penis inside of you."

"I need to feel your penis inside of me" I said.

"Beg me again. Make me believe that you really want me."

"Ms. Robbins" I said. "I love you. I need you. Please allow me to suck your dick so I can show you just how I feel about you. Please!"

"Okay Tiffany. I will allow you to suck my dick tonight. You will still serve dinner to us, and you will act as a perfect little servant. But I will not let him take me to bed. After he leaves, you can fulfill your promise."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Robbins!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Go wash your face Tiffany, and fix your makeup. When you're done, you can serve us the wine."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said.

As I hurried off to my bedroom to fix my face, I heard Shelly greet her friend. I heard him say "That slutty little maid of yours made a pass at me. She wanted me! I had to fight her off. I told her I was saving myself for you."

"Aw, that's sweet" said Shelly, as I closed the door.

* * *

The night was difficult for me, serving dinner and drinks to them, watching Shelly talk, laugh and flirt with a man. But at least I knew that she wasn't going to let him have his way with her! It was with real mixed feelings that I waited for the evening to draw to a close. When he left, I was going to have to do *it*.

When at last Shelly told me to go get his jacket, I felt that strange sense of relief mixed with anxiety. He kissed her goodnight, which made me really squirm. But she said good-bye, and closed the door. He was gone. But now my ordeal was just beginning.

"Close your eyes, Tiffany" said Shelly.

I did, and waited until a few moments later when she told me to open them. She was standing there, still in her black dress. But now there was a tent-pole pushing out the front of the skirt. She must have been wearing her strap-on harness the whole time, and only now did she attach the dildo to the front. Now she had a dick. And now I needed to suck it.

I got down on my knees in front of her.

"Ask me again" she ordered. "You're starting to get me all hard."

"Ms. Robbins, can I please suck your dick? I want you so much" I said.

"Sure Tiffany. You can suck my dick."

She pulled up her skirt, and now pointing right at me was her large dildo. She took a step towards me, and now it was just inches away from me. She put her hand on it, making a circle with her thumb and first finger. She ran it up and down, as if she was a man jerking off.

"Now you do it" she said.

I reached up with a shaking hand, and touched *it*. I started to rub my hand on it, as if I was jerking her off. I closed my eyes, but she told me I needed to keep them open, and watch what I was doing. She moved forward more, put her hand on my jaw, and guided her penis into my mouth. She gently pushed it in deeper, and I felt a gag reflex kick in.

"Close your mouth around my penis, Tiffany" she said. "Use your tongue on the tip of it. You know what needs to be done. Make me come."

I started to suck on her, using my tongue, and move myself up and down the shaft of it. Just as I liked for her to do to me. I felt sick on the inside, knowing what I was doing. As I continued to suck, she started talking.

"I know that you might think I'm being cruel" she said, "But this is for your own good Tiffany. There is still a man inside your head, and we have to work to kill him off, so that your inner woman can blossom and take over completely. It is your inner male who is telling you that what you're doing is wrong. But your inner woman loves it. This first time will be the hardest. Tomorrow, it will be easier for you. And even easier the day after that, and the day after that. Soon, you won't have any qualms about sucking my dick."

I shuddered. I was going to have to do this every day?

After what seemed like twenty minutes, my knees were aching, my jaw was sore, and I didn't think I could do it for much longer.

"Stand up, Tiffany" said Shelly finally. "You've sucked so hard, my penis is all sore."

Mercifully, I stood up, and felt the blood flow to my legs, which had almost gone numb. Shelly walked up to me, reached under my very short skirt, and she surprised me by pulling my panties right down and off of me. I could feel a small pressure behind me, as she inserted the key into the lock, and turned it. With a click, I was free. She carefully undid the belt, then removed the gaff from me, allowing my penis to be free for the first time in over a week.

She kissed me on the cheek, and rubbed up breasts up against me. Immediately, my penis responded by getting hard, which it hadn't been able to do in quite a while! It was a little sore, and maybe not as stiff as it sometimes got, but it felt good anyway! She reached down and squeezed it just a little, and my eyes closed as the pleasure from her touch radiated through me. Only the sight of the strap-on still poking out in front of her ruined the moment for me.

She walked behind me, and I didn't see her for a moment. Suddenly I felt her hand reach under my skirt in back, and I felt a momentary cold wetness as she spread something into the crack of my behind.

"Spread your legs, and put your hands on the table in front of you" she ordered.

I did as she asked, knowing now what was coming. She was going to put *it* into me back there too. I felt the tip make contact with my opening, and I flinched. She pressed forward gently, and it started to work its way in, just a little.

"Relax your muscles back there, Tiffany" she said. "Don't resist me. Let me put my love inside you. If you keep yourself so tight, its just going to make it hurt for you. Relax, and let me inside."

I tried to, but I just couldn't!

"It's the man inside you that's trying to keep me out. Don't let him control you, Tiffany! You're not a man anymore. You're a *girl* now. If you were a man, would you have sucked my dick? Would you have willingly dressed up as a maid, and provided service to my ex-boyfriend? In fact, you even flirted with him, and tried to make a move! Stop trying to think of yourself as a man. If you free the woman inside you, you can enjoy this! You're not a man anymore. You are *not* a man."

She had it worked in now, perhaps half of the way into me. She pulled back, then thrust forward. I felt it slide all the way in. I had this strange feeling of fullness, but at the same time I was also experiencing a strange pleasure. I felt her breasts rubbing up against me from behind. Her hands reached around me, and cupped my breasts, which was quite exciting. And then she reached around me, and grabbed onto my penis.

She started rubbing me there, even as she kept thrusting into me.

"You're a woman now. You are a woman. You are a girl. You are female. I am your man. Tell me how much you want me, baby."

"I want you so much" I said, gasping for breath as she started to pound me hard, as well as jerking me off even harder. I couldn't control myself, as I suddenly exploded with over a weeks worth of pent up sexual tension. I kept coming and coming, causing quite a mess. I knew I would have to clean it up, but wow, it was so worth it!

"Do you love me?" she asked, when she felt me go limp.

"Yes, I do love you" I replied.

She pulled herself out of me, and my knees buckled.

"Clean that up, put on some nice lingerie, then come to my bedroom" she said.

I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up myself, my clothes, and the spot on the hardwood floor where I had splashed my cm. I put on a nice silky baby doll teddy in a baby blue color. Then I went to her room. She was laying on the bed, naked, her legs spread apart.

"Come and get me" she said, pointing to her pussy. "Put yourself right in here."

I climbed on the bed, eager to please her. But no matter what I did, I just could not get myself hard again. I felt frustrated! Here was a chance for me to put my penis into her pussy, but I couldn't get hard!

"See? I told you you're not a man. If you can't please me as a man, then you're going to have to do it like a woman. Lick my clit, baby."

I knelt on the floor, as she spread her legs wide apart. I used my tongue to lick her and give her pleasure. Soon enough she was moaning with delight as I brought her to several climaxes.

"Oh baby, you're such a good lover" she said. "It takes a woman to be so sensitive and so gentle as you. I'm glad you're a woman now! You're a *much* better lover, now that you're female. I'm so glad you're not a man. I love you. I love that you're a woman! Oh baby, you're making me cm again! Put your finger into my pussy! Yes! Oh yes!"

I did as she asked, and I felt so weird. She liked me better as a woman? I was a better lover this way? I felt all confused inside. I was at least glad that this was me in bed with her, and not some man. When she was at last done, I had to wipe off my face from all of her juices that had been flowing. We took our makeup off together, then she made me an offer.

"You can sleep in my bed tonight Tiffany" she said. "But there is one condition."

"What's that?" I asked, as she started to wash up the dildo from the strap-on.

"You can sleep with me, but first you need to put your gaff on. If you're willing to put on your pussy, you can share my bed tonight."

As much as I didn't like being locked up in that thing, I couldn't pass this up! I put it on myself, and even locked it in the back, handing her the key for safe keeping. She let me climb into the bed next to her, and lay down.

"Oh Tiffany, you make such a good lover" she said. "My little lesbian princess. Would you be a dear, and please rub my back?"

"Sure thing Shelly" I said, knowing it was something she liked. I didn't realize for a few moments that I had slipped up and forgot to address her properly as "Ms. Robbins". But she didn't say anything to admonish me! I was quite relieved. We fell asleep with me rubbing her back.

* * *

The next week was pretty much the same for me. Every day, I would have to ask Ms. Robbins if I could suck her dick. She would always let me, and then she would use it to penetrate me. She would always give me an orgasm, and then I would go down. on her. Sometimes she left the strap-on attached, since there was an opening over her pussy that let me have access to it. I didn't like licking her when that thing was right in my face! But I was getting used to it I guessed.

She kept telling me that I wasn't a man anymore, and that my inner woman was starting to get stronger all the time. She made a list of things we were going to do to help me with my transition to full womanhood. The first item was laser hair removal on my face and my chest. We scheduled an appointment, and I went in for my very first treatment. I wasn't going to have to shave my face anymore!

Of course, I still did as any woman would have to: I shaved my legs, under my arms, and so forth. I found that my legs came out smoother if I used a cream to remove the hairs, rather than just shaving. Another place where I had too much hair was my eyebrows. Shelly would pluck a dozen hairs from each eyebrow, on a daily basis. In time, they would become thin and pretty, instead of being full and bushy.

After about a week of me sucking her strap-on penis, Shelly gave me something new. It was an ultra-realistic looking dildo, which she told me I should practice with whenever I had an opportunity. She told me to suck on it before I went to bed, and to practice inserting it into myself, so I could learn to loosen up better. That would let her get herself in me easier, with less pain. The dildo was so lifelike that it had bulging veins and everything. The end looked like a man's ball sack, and that was where you needed to grasp it. And it was even bigger than her strap-on. When I took a bath, I compared it to my own genitals. It was so much larger than me, it made me feel like even less of a man (if that was possible by this point!).

Although I didn't have a real pussy, Shelly was teaching me all about the menstrual cycle, like any mother would teach her daughter. When Shelly was on her period, she had me put a tampon into my fake pussy, just as she did into her own real one. I wore it all the time, even to work. She told me I had to change it a couple of times a day as she did, and to wear panty liners too "in case I had a heavy flow".

One day about a week later, she gave me something else which was kind of scary. It was another set of breast forms. But they were tiny, just A-cup sized. Why would she give me those?

"When you put on your clothes to go to work, you bra looks so sad hanging there empty. From now on, you need to put these in, so you at least have something for it to hold up. In time, you'll move up to B cps, and work your way up to the ones you wear at home."

I shuddered all over. I could probably hide these little ones from people, but not larger ones. Everyone at work would see that I had boobs! I was already wondering if anyone knew what was going on with me. Did the people in the office already know I was becoming a girl? If I had to describe my feelings in one word, it would be "alarmed".

* * *

A month went by, and every day I felt like my femininity was increased. Shelly was teaching me so much, and it was fun at home, but I was becoming increasingly concerned at work. By now, someone had to notice my eyebrows were getting very thin and finely kept. Or my manicured fingernails.

One day on a Sunday, Shelly took me to her favorite hair salon. I got my eyebrows waxed, blonde highlights in my hair, and then to top it off, we went into the mall and she had my ears pierced. She reminded me that I could *not* take out my earrings, or the holes could grow closed. I was going to have to wear them into work. At least my hair was growing longer, so it would cover them up a bit. But people were bound to notice. Every time I walked down the hall, I imagined that they were staring at me, and talking behind my back. I didn't want to be in the office anymore! I felt so uncomfortable there.

It was a few weeks later, when Shelly bought me a new suit for work. When I looked at it, I was flabbergasted. It was a *woman's* suit! They styling, the fabric, they were not things a man would wear to the office. I looked at her, my eyes pleading not to make me wear this. There would be no hiding it if I came in like that! But Shelly did not relent. I had to go in that way.

Not only did I have to wear that suit, but she also took away my watch, replacing it with one that had a tiny little face. A lady's watch. And as a final touch, she removed the simple gold band I wore on my finger, the wedding ring I hadn't removed since we had exchanged vows. In its place, she put on a thin ring with a diamond. An engagement ring! I started to ask her if it as all really necessary.

"If you can't handle it, you can walk right out that door now, and never return!" she said.

"Sorry, Ms. Robbins" I said, as I sadly grabbed my briefcase and headed to the car.

That day at work was the worst ever for me. I heard people snickering or laughing. I knew that it was at me. I was *so* glad when they day was over, and I was able to go home! I practically ran in the door.

"Everyone saw me like this, and they were all talking. I heard them laughing. I heard them talking about me" I said.

"Tiffany, you're a woman now. You have reached the stage where you can't hide it anymore."

"I hate going into the office. They all knew me... before. Now even the girls are acting strange around me."

"You poor thing" she replied. "Don't worry. I'll fix everything for you soon. By the way, I have a guest coming over for dinner tonight. No, it's not my ex! I think you'll like him. I'm going to need you to give us full service tonight. The menu is in the kitchen. You had better get to work cooking after you change into your uniform."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins" I said sadly.

I put on my maid's uniform, and went to work in the kitchen. It was a simple meal plan: chicken with peppers and onions, twice baked potato, and lemon sorbet for dessert. I whipped everything up, set the table, poured the wine, and had everything ready. As with the last time, when there was a knock on the door, I had to go get it to let our guest in.

"Won't you please come in? Ms. Robbins will be here in a few moments. Can I get you a drink, sir?" I asked.

The guest was a youngish man, who had a very boyish look to his face. He was slender, with a very slight build. His hair was parted at the side and brushed over, but something about it didn't look right. It was almost like a girl's haircut. In fact, something about his face bothered me. Was it his small nose and high cheekbones? Something about him looked almost feminine to me.

His mannerisms seemed almost girlish too. As I looked at him, it dawned on me. He was so effeminate. He must be undergoing the same sort of ordeal as I was. He had that look because he too was being feminized! My stomach turned as I looked at him. Although I enjoyed looking and feeling like a woman, seeing someone else like that just didn't set will with me!

I served them dinner, dessert, and cleaned up when they were done. I opened a second bottle of wine, and did everything that the guest and Ms. Robbins asked of me. I listened in as the chatted, standing at attention, ready to do anything they asked. But what Ms. Robbins asked of me next was something quite upsetting and unexpected.

"Tiffany, please show our guest to your bedroom. He has something he wants you to do for him. And you *will* do it."

"Yes, Ms. Robbins..." I said, my voice trailing off.

I had to lead him to my bedroom. He shut the door and smiled.

"Lets get right down to business, shall we?" he said. "I've been waiting all night for this."

With that, he reached down and unzipped his fly! I cringed as he reached inside, and pulled out his penis for me to see.

"Shelly tells me you're good at giving oral sex. Show me just how good you are."

He pointed at the ground. He wanted me to do to him, what I did to Ms. Robbins every night! I had that feeling of helplessness hit me again, making my knees feel weak, and my stomach sick. I reluctantly got on my knees. She had ordered me to do whatever he told me. I had no choice. I felt like I was about to cry, when I noticed something.

It was his penis. They way it shone in the light. It wasn't real. It was a strap-on! As he removed his jacket, I could see something else now. Curves! This wasn't a man at all, but a woman dressed as a man! I wasn't about to please a male in bed, it was a woman! I opened my mouth, and let her put the strap-on into me.

I sucked her. I spread my legs for her, and let her penetrate me. I kept telling her what a big man she was, and how she was making me come again and again. And at her request, I went down. on her too, with her strap-on still in place. I had to pretend to jerk it off while I licked her. I did everything she asked, and when she was done, I was stunned to see her place a pile of money on my dresser, before leaving. It was a pile of twenties. A lot of money! She thanked me, and left.

I quickly went to Ms. Robbins to see what was going on.

"You did well Tiffany. She told me that you really made her feel like a man."

"She put money on my dresser..."

"Yes Tiffany. That was our business arrangement. She could play-act that she was a man on a date, who seduced the maid. And she was willing to pay a lot of money for that. Do you realize that in just a couple of nights like this, you could earn as much as you do in a week at work?"

"You mean..." I started.

"Yes Tiffany. You don't have to go into the office anymore. Come with me. I have something to show you."

We went to the hall closet, which she opened up. Inside there on hangers were a bunch of new outfits. One was a sexy schoolgirl. Another was a woman's business suit with a skirt. And a wedding dress. And a ball gown. And more.

"Every night, you'll dress up in the right costume to fulfill the fantasy of the client. Some want you to be a secretary. Some want you to be Cinderella, so they can be the prince. Or they may want to be the groom on his wedding night. Some will want you to be the maid, like tonight. You have a new job Tiffany. Do you realize just how many women would love to have a chance to get out their aggression, and fuck a man for all the times they've been wronged by males? I have a waiting list of twenty already, with more that will sign up as soon as word of mouth gets around."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Some will need to come see you during the day, when their husbands are working. Some at night. Patricia tonight just wanted you to put your mouth on her. But some may want you in their pussy. You will do whatever your client asks."

I couldn't believe it. I was going to be able to live full time as a woman, not have to leave the house, and yet I'd make more money than at my job! I would be in bed with women all the time, yet I'd get to keep my fantasy of dressing as a woman, and being feminine. I was so overcome that I cried tears of joy.

"Thank you so much Ms. Robbins" I said.

"You may call me Shelly" she said. "I look at you as a woman now. You're not a man anymore, in any way to me. And since you are a woman now, you deserve to call me by my name."

"Thank you, Shelly" I said, as she handed me a tissue to dry my eyes.

* * *

The next day was truly exciting for me. I had one client at noon, a woman who got off on feminization. She came in wearing a man's suit, and she ordered me around. At the start, I had to be dressed as a man (which felt weird and wrong!). Under her orders, I undressed, then put on panties, a bra, and so on. She put makeup on me, painted my nails, and kept telling me that she was turning me into a woman. It was my fantasy come to life too! And this one wanted real sex, with her on top, after she had completely dressed me. Wow!

That evening, I got to dress up as a bride. I put on the lovely wedding gown that Shelly had bought me, and as I looked in the mirror, I never seemed prettier or more feminine in my life. I made her take pictures, I looked so good. The client came in wearing a tux, and she had us go through a make-believe ceremony, followed by a "honeymoon" in our bedroom. You can imagine what went on in there!

Then at night I watched a rented movie with Shelly after we ate dinner. We cuddled on the couch, kissed each other, and ended the night by me going down. on her until she come three times. I rubbed her back, then she rubbed mine until I fell asleep in her arms. I was the happiest girl in the world. If I had one word to sum up how I felt, it would be "feminine bliss". Okay, that's two words, but sometimes it takes two!

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