The Ultimate Feminine Asset

by Jodie Watson

 

I am not quite sure why I choose to follow this path, but my story is true and all names have been changed. I never really crossdressed and I was always attracted to women. Like most young men, I got myself married and had a couple of children.

Over the years however, my marriage did not stay as happy as the "fairy tale" these things start with. Looking at it in perspective, I am sure that my wife changed a great deal over the course of our marriage. And I was very focused on my career. Mind you, I was a very good father and husband and I never strayed. So I am not so sure why my ex-wife did what she did. And when she decided things were over, they were over. Following a number of sorted affairs including with one of my best friends, I came home one night and was ordered to leave.

She got herself an aggressive family law lawyer, took my keys, my life, my money, all our friends and the children. Her hatred was so serious, everyone was told again and again how bad a person I was. What initially confused me was that they all believed her; I had no say, no ability to persuade them any different.

So at 38 years old, I lost everything that I regarded was my life. And to make matters worse, the company I worked at and gave my all downsized me out to the streets. There I was, facing a complete restart in my life.

I also learned to really hate women. I lothed the power my ex-wife had and how she could use it. How the system was totally build around support for the female. How women were always considered the victim. I really resented women. My resentment gradually turned to envy.

Faced with no where to live and the prospect of finding work again, I took up an offer to share an apartment with a previous co-worker, who was also downsized. She was one of the few people that my ex-wife didn't get to and still considered me as civil. Her name was Jodie. Jodie Watson.

Now Jodie was a nice enough person but I actually didn't see much of her. You see, she was 29 and has just found the love of her life. While we "shared" apartments, she was never there. Always at her new boy friends house, she was planning a huge overseas trip with him.

So there I sat alone, in Jodie's apartment, decorated in a very feminine style, with lots of pinks and purples, candles and colourful prints and very envious of all things female.

Jodie was off overseas and gave me instructions on how to look after her place. She was planning to go for 6 months, but hoped she would get married overseas and never return. She was an only child, her father died a few years ago and her mother lived in a home with a bit of Alzheimer's. She had an uncle she never saw him. This was her chance to start again after the downsizing and she was grabbing it full throttle.

Now my diet was not very good and I spent a great deal of time sitting around reading the various collections of female magazines scattered throughout the apartment. Over the next few weeks, I gradually found myself using Jodie's shampoo and more and more feminine hygiene products that were left around the house.

Then one day I dragged myself out to go shopping. It was clear that over the last month or so, I had lost a great deal of weight. I was in fact quite skinny. My pants just fell off, so I had a quick look in the laundry for an old pair of Jodie's jeans, maybe they might fit.

Nothing was in the laundry. Silly me for thinking she would leave some dirty clothes behind. So I peered into Jodie's room. It was full of clothes. She obviously had packed in a hurry and had a different problem, Jodie was putting weight on, so lots of clothes were left behind. I saw a pair of jeans and tried them on. They were a bit snug but fit much better than my pants.

With lots of time on my hands, I took on the task of cleaning up Jodie's room. I started to fantasise about how good life would actually be as a women. How lucky Jodie was. It didn't take much, that was the funny thing, but over only a few days I started trying on Jodie's clothes. She had left quite a selection, but the funny thing was that most of them fit. No luck at all with the shoes.

I really enjoyed wearing Jodie's stuff. I would spend hours trying on different outfits, arranging the clothing neatly on her shelfs.

Late one afternoon, I found a nightie and thought how it might be fun to put it on and sleep in Jodie's bed. After this, I was hooked. I just needed to dress in women's clothes, and by this time I had tried on everything Jodie had left in the apartment.

I was short one very feminine item. I had no underwear. Jodie obviously took all of this with her. And so, early on Saturday, I went to the mall with a mission, to purchase some feminine undergarments.

Once I started, I could not stop myself. I had a bra and panty set for everyday of the week. I was obsessed now. I ordered breastforms over the internet and several wigs in different styles. My own hair, however was getting quite unruly. I started reading websites and style magazines about how to dress and act female.

The first time is always so hard, but I went to a beauty day spa and had a full body wax. It hurt so much, but wow, did I feel feminine without any hair on my body. Now, I get waxed every 3 weeks, and every chance I get I go to the laser place to permanently remove my chest hair.

Totally obsessed in looking like a women, being a women. Once on this mission, events moved quickly. I found some size 11 shoes that started to fit, walking around all day in heels. I found myself sitting down when going to the toilet. I got my ears pierced, first once then again, and even a third hole up on the top of one ear. I got my nails done. This was very scary. For once I had the in-fills placed on my fingers, with a delicate French polish, there was no hiding my desire to be a women.

Each step of becoming feminine only led me to the next step. I was addicted to becoming more and more female.

And what I wanted most of all was the ultimate feminine asset - a pair of round, soft, voluptuous, magnificent bosoms.

After much research and a lot of nerves, I went to see Dr. Kingsgrove, a noted surgeon specialising in female breast implants.

He made me feel right at home. I was so scared and excited, I hardly heard what he was saying. I followed a course of hormone cream to increase the size of my nipples and before I knew it, I was on the gurney going into the day surgery. I expected "C" cups, but I never expected the pain! Wow, how much my chest hurt. I was drugged out on pain killers with several tight bandages constricting my new chest. I am not sure how I made it back to Jodie's apartment, but there I sat, with the painful realisation that I have just had breast implants. Dr. Kingsgrove explained to me that petite breasts would be difficult with my large shoulder size and I should trust him with the size to get the proporations correct.

They were bound so tight I couldn't tell what they looked like, but the pain was incredible. Just them, who should open the door. "Hi Jodie", I said.

I was very lucky. I was wearing a very loose top, without any makeup. I'm sure I looked different, but she didn't seem to bat an eye. "I just want to pick up a few things, wow, you cleaned my room. Thanks, I think?" We had a cup of tea together and she explained that she did get married and the two of them would be moving her stuff out in a couple of weeks. She was happy that I kept the apartment if I wanted. She did comment that I had lost a lot of weight and I needed to look after myself.

Jodie moved her stuff out of the apartment the next day. I think she was unhappy that I obviously went through her stuff so closely.

Reality hit quickly. All the feminine stuff was gone. All I had was some underwear and shoes and some painful new breast implants which were still bound in tight bandages. What had I done? As I slowly removed the constricting bandages for the first time, I realised the magnitude of my decision. My tits were huge - at least a size DD. When I called the doctor in panic, he said that they would go down a little over time with less swelling, but he felt that I needed the large size to fit my body size.

They were huge! What an experience to look down at them. I didn't know what to do. Unlike the nails, there were not coming off without a lot of pain and cost. I was now totally broke, living in an unfurnished apartment with "DD" bosoms.

Like it or not, I had turned myself into a women and it was time I faced the world. The first thing I needed to do was find a job to get some money. That would have to be as a women? What have I done?

By now my hair was slightly long, so I went to a hairdresser to see if I could get feminine style. I had my eyebrows waxed in a pencil thin line, makeup applied at the department store by an expert. My choice of clothing was important, and since I had nice breasts, I felt I needed to show them off to look more female. I opted for a skirt with flat shoes so as to look as feminine as possible. To my great relief, I passed with flying colours but getting the voice right was difficult, so telephone work was out of the question.

It has been six months now. I found a job in an up-market restaurant as a waitress. I am really starting to enjoy being a women and I have found that I just love my breasts. I can fit into a "D" cup bra, but they do spill out a bit. I get a lot of looks, my hair has been died blonde and looks quite cute. After a lot of work, my apartment now looks like a girls place again.

I know that I need to answer the obvious question about dating, but I am note sure if I am attracted to men. I do enjoy the attention and I toss my tits around a great deal, but I still find women attractive. So for the time being I am not dating, but I am thinking more and more about what it is like to go out with a man. Time will tell.

If you would have told me two years ago that I would be living as a women in a pink and purple apartment with "D" cup breasts going by the name of Jodie Watson, I would tell you that you are crazy. Funny how life turns out.

  

  

  

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