Wedding Belle

by Jennifer White

  

Bill was excited about the move. He had always been somewhat shy, and he had felt so overwhelmed in social situations like school. He looked longingly at all the girls, but he never was able to get one to date him. They didn't go for quiet shy ones.

Living in a new country opened lots of possibilities to him however. Because so few people there traveled abroad, they were excited to meet an American. They always asked him questions. He was instantly popular. He was learning the native tongue, but most people spoke enough English to get by. So for the first time in his life, he was really happy.

Except for one thing: dating. He still didn't get to go out on dates. He asked a friend what he had to do in order to get a local girl interested in him.

"Well Bill, you see" said Petr, "the problem isn't you. It is that you don't fully understand our customs here. We believe in the old ways, and some things have been slow to change. Back in the ancient times, it was believed that random romances were no way to select couples for marriage. Instead, marriages were arranged, ensuring that both the bride and the groom's families were happy."

"And they still do this?" asked Bill.

"Yes. When you turn 18, you will be eligible. Your parents will make the arrangements within one month. At the age of 18 years, one month and one day, you get married. It is traditional that the bride and groom do not meet until the moment when they appear on the alter. But don't worry, that is how everybody here lives. That is why there are so few young people dating. Why get your heart broken, when there is no hope that the person you date will be your spouse? We just don't do it."

"I see" said Bill. He hadn't known about this custom, and it was somewhat depressing. No dating for him, still over here!

 

But after he got home and thought of it when he was about to go to sleep, he realized something else. He would be 18 in just a few weeks! Then his parents would do the work, and boom! He'd be married! All the sex he wanted, all the time! He did know that local custom dictated that women were very submissive to their husbands, and had to do whatever they were told. He smiled. It wouldn't be so bad after all!

He would be able to completely control his wife. She would *have* to do everything he told her. There was no divorce here. If a wife was to leave her groom, not only would she be shunned, but her family would be shamed too. Nobody wanted to do business with a shamed family! So whoever the girl was they had picked out for him, she would be unable to leave! She would do *everything* he ordered. Oh how sweet this was going to be!

* * *

 

Bill's birthday party was nice, and he loved the gifts he received. But he was even more excited about what he was going to get in a month. Married! He counted the minutes until then. Days at school seemed to drag on forever. He wondered which girl he would get. He hoped it wasn't an ugly fat one though. But if it was, he would make her go on a diet. He would make her dress the way he liked, wear her hair the way he wanted, and spend all her time getting herself into shape (when she wasn't taking care of the house and cooking for him, that is). Yes, he would manage somehow. But he was sure his parents would find him someone decent.

His popularity had waned of late, as the novelty of a foreigner wore off. He was falling more and more back into his pattern of the quiet shy guy. Except for a few friends like Petr, things had become pretty much like they were before.

But that didn't matter, he would be married in a week! He hurried through signing all the legal papers, without bothering to even read them. He just wanted to get to the big day, right away!

* * *

 

The next morning, Bill went to the tailor's show where the took all of his measurements. Everything from head to toe. Shoe size, waist, inseam, chest size, arm length, the works! He wasn't offered a choice of style though, they said his parents had to pick everything out, as per local custom.

He went off to school, and sat through the next long, gloomy day.

 

Meanwhile, back at home, the family was busy in preparation. Normally, a family had to figure out how many relatives and friends were attending. But since they were the only ones in the family in the country, it would be a very small gathering.

Bill's mother was worried. She had worked long and hard to find a suitable partner for her son, and she hoped that she had done the right thing. But it was best for him. He would be marrying into a wealthy family. He had so little going for him, that perhaps this was the only thing she could really have done for him.

 

"Can you tell me about who I'm going to marry?" he had asked.

"You know I can't tell you who it is. But let me just say that you are marrying into a family with lots of money" she had replied.

That had excited him. She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

* * *

 

The morning of the wedding, Bill was so excited! Today was the day! After all of the waiting! He had waited all his life to be with a girl. And tonight, he would have sex for the first time. There was nothing that could go wrong now!

 

He showered, shaved, and was then driven by his mother to the hall where the wedding was to take place.

"Bill? This is Amalie. She will help you get dressed up nicely. We will see you at the alter when you are all ready."

"Thanks mom!" said Bill, barely able to contain his excitement.

 

After Bill's mother left, he was alone with Amalie. She was a pretty young woman, and Bill felt very intimidated! A beautiful woman like her? Alone with him? It was so rare for him to be in that situation. He was very much afraid; afraid of saying something wrong to her, and just plain scared of her in general.

She talked to him at first to make him more comfortable. She offered him a drink, which he accepted. He hadn't drank much alcohol before, but this was good, and it really relaxed him. Amalie rubbed his shoulders, and kept talking to him in a soothing voice.

Soon, Bill was totally relaxed, and sat there with a glazed look in his eyes, as if in a trance.

"Now Bill, take off all your clothes" said Amalie. He was scared of her, but he complied. He had never let any woman other than his mother see him naked, but somehow he was so at ease with Amalie, that he just took off his clothes like she asked, threw them into a pile on the floor, and faced her unashamed.

"Very good. Now before we dress you up, put this cream on your chest, arms and legs" she said, handing him a tube of white cream.

"It must be some local custom" he said to himself, as he put it on as instructed. After he was done, Amalie put some gel into his hair, and massaged it in. He soaked up all this female attention, and loved having her touch him.

"Now go shower" she told him, pointing to a bathroom through the door in the corner, as she put a shower cap over his head.

"I already did" he replied.

"Go" she said, and he found himself scurrying off to the corner door. He went in the shower, and washed off. The soap had a floral scent to it, which was strange. He would ask her about that. Must be some other ritual or something.

As he dried off, he noticed how there was so much hair in the shower drain. Someone really ought to clean it out more often! He shook his head, and returned to Amalie.

"Very good. Your skin looks wonderful" she said, smiling ear to ear. He beamed at the praise.

"Why did they have floral soap?" he asked shyly.

"Because it is a local custom. You should have taken time to learn more of them. But don't worry. I am here to teach you, and to help you."

"Thank you" he said politely.

 

Amalie told Bill to follow her, and she walked into the next room. Bill could not take his eyes off her, the way she moved, or more like it, glided across the floor to the room. It was red, with red velvet on the chairs and the sofa. There was a desk with a lighted mirror, a full length mirror across the room, and a large wardrobe, with its doors closed.

"Have a seat" said Amalie. Bill sat on the plush velvet chair, and looked around the room. There were a dozen roses in a vase on the desk, which gave the room a nice fresh smell. Just like his skin, with the floral soap.

Amalie walked over to the wardrobe, turned the knobs, and swung the large doors open to reveal its contents to Bill. He stared at it, his mouth agape, not believing what he was seeing. Amalie walked behind him, and messaged his shoulders as he gaped.

 

The wardrobe was full of white lacy things. A long bridal gown hung in the middle, along with a veil, and matching accessories. Frilly things that Bill didn't even recognize hung on the hooks nearby. Clear high heel shoes were at the bottom. These were the bride's clothes! Why was she showing them to him? He thought of what his bride would look like in them, and he got excited. He moved his hand over his crotch to hide his excitement from her. It was too embarrassing for him to let her see.

Amalie went to the wardrobe, and took something off a little shelf. She went to Bill, and presented him with the pair of white silk panties, with a white rose stitched into the front near the waistband.

"Touch them" she said. "Feel how soft and silky they are?"

"Yes" he whispered, running his hand over the exciting soft material.

"Don't you want to put them on? And feel the silk against your skin?" she said enticingly.

"But these are panties" he said.

"Yes. Just like *I* wear. Don't you want to see how it feels?" he said, walking over in front of him.

"Ooh, I can see how excited you are about it" she said, looking down at him.

"It's not...it's the dress.."

She looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. She thought he wanted to wear the dress! No! That was all wrong!

"Put them on Bill" she said in a sweet tone of voice. He didn't want to say no to her. He had a hard time denying her request. With trembling hands, he put the panties on. To his surprise, the fit perfectly.

"Feel the soft silk against your skin. Feel how sensuous it is to rub your hands across them" she said, dragging her hand across his rear. He almost jumped at the sensation, and felt himself get even harder.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Yes" he replied. He hated to admit it, but she was right.

 

Amalie walked over to the exit, and locked the door. She turned to face Bill, and started to unbutton her blouse! She let the blouse fall off her, exposing herself to him. She reached behind, and started to unhook her bra. She held her arms forward, and let it slip off. She took it and dragged it across Bill's chest.

He was gaping at her breasts. He had never seen a naked woman before in person. In magazines, but not in person. His eyes were popping out of his head.

"Do you like breasts Bill?" she said.

"Yes!" he replied enthusiastically.

Amalie walked to the wardrobe, pulled open a drawer, and emerged with something which she handed to Bill.

"Hold these" she said.

He took his eyes off of her breasts long enough to see that he was holding two exact replicas of them! From their shape and size, to the butterfly tattoo on the left one towards the center.

"Those are for you" she said, taking the cap off of a tube of glue. She smeared some over his nipples, and swirled it around the general area. She took the fake breasts from him, and pressed them onto his chest, where they adhered to his skin.

"Hold them" she said, pulling his hands up to cup over them. Her breasts were just inches away from his face, and that enthralled him even more. He barely thought that he was holding fake breasts up to himself, as the glue dried to attach them.

"You need something to help hold them up until they dry" said Amalie taking her bra, and placing it on Bill. He started to protest, but she pushed him back until he was sitting on the bench, and straddled him, pressing into him. Her breasts were right in his face now!

"You can kiss them" she said, and he eagerly accepted the invitation.

After a few minutes, she pulled back.

"Come here" she said, and he obediently complied. She had him face the mirror, and took the bra off of him.

"It looks like..." he started.

"Just like me" she said, cupping her hands over her breasts. He did the same. What was going on? Why did she just do this to him?

"Put my bra back on me" she said. He picked it up, and gently put it on her, then went behind her to fasten it.

"This one is for you" she said, pulling a strapless one out of the wardrobe. She put it on him, and the stared in the mirror. Not only was it strapless, it was the kind that only covered the lower part of the breasts, pushing them together and upwards. He couldn't believe that it looked like he had big breasts. He was excited, and scared, all at once.

"Why did you put these on me?" he thought, but he was too shy to actually ask her. And if he protested, he might not get this much attention from her. He soaked it up, being fawned over by a beautiful woman like this. He didn't want to have breasts, but he didn't want her attention to stop either.

She looked him up and down, then smiled and nodded her head, in approval. Bill was scared about what she might ask him to do next. He stood there scared, wearing panties and a bra, looking like he had large breasts which were just bursting out!

Amalie took him by the hand, and walked him over to the desk with the lighted mirror. She pushed part of the desk top forward, revealing a whole array of makeup and other things which he didn't understand in the least. She took off her skirt, then her panties. She was naked except for her bra.

"We are going to do your nails now" she said. "Just keep your hand right here where I can hold it".

How could he resist a naked woman? He gaped at her. He couldn't believe he was seeing her like this! Naked! He held his hand limp as she glued long nails over his short ones, then filed them into perfect oval shapes. As she did this, then began putting the bright red color on, he wanted to run away! He wanted to flee! What if someone saw him like this?

She kept soothing him, assuring him, and whispering into his ears. He became totally relaxed again, and just stared at her, in his trance-like state. He didn't even protest as she completed his fingernails, then moved on to painting his toenails in a matching color, after first trimming them, filing them, and working on the cuticles.

After letting everything dry thoroughly, she took Bill by the hand. He followed her back to the wardrobe. He would do anything she asked him by this point. He was completely enthralled by her beauty, and was putty in her hands.

 

Amalie put the garter onto him, and rubbed his smooth leg as she did so. Bill gaped as she pulled out the next item from the wardrobe. It was white, shaped like a skirt, but really puffy. He reached out, and touched it. It was layer after layer, soft, white and lacy.

"This will push your skirt out. It's quite lovely" she said as she helped him into it. In the mirror, it looked like he was wearing a skirt of some kind, all poofy and puffy. He felt so weird!

Now came the actual wedding dress. Amalie helped him into it. It zipped up tight in the back, but it fit exactly right. Any smaller, and he would not have been able to put in on. Any larger, and it would slip around.

The dress was pure white. The arms were lacy and see-through. The upper part showed off the large breasts on Bill's chest, then tapered down to a more and more narrow waste. The skirt then flared out, spreading wide over Bill's undergarment. A small train was in the rear, which Amalie pinned up for now.

Bill looked at himself in the full length mirror and gasped. He looked just like a girl! He was starting to panic again, but the naked woman fussing over him gave him another drink to calm him down. He didn't even taste the tranquilizer she had dissolved into the cup with the alcohol.

His nerves calm again, he sat at the makeup desk, as she ordered, while she fussed with his hair. The gel she had put in it earlier made it slick, and close to his head. She pulled out a wig with long hair, the same exact color as his. She put it on him, and fastened it in place with cleverly placed bobby pins. She teased and styled the hair, until it looked beautiful and natural.

Bill was so amazed the look of the long hair, that he didn't even think to protest as she clipped ear rings onto him, and put a necklace in the shape of a heart around his neck. He looked up to her, and she smiled as she lifted the brush, and dabbed it into the peach color powder.

 

Fifteen minutes later, Bill blinked when he saw himself in the mirror. He saw a bride staring back at him, with long lashes, deep red lips, flushing cheeks, and that special glow. Amalie had applied a glitter makeup to his face, throat, and down to his breasts. As he moved in the light, he glittered and gleamed like some fairy princess from a movie.

Amalie put his shoes on, and had him walk across the room several times. The high heels made him walk slowly, and in short steps. But it wasn't that hard to do. She called him over, and started to fuss with his veil.

She then put her clothes back on, and unpinned the train. She made some final adjustments, then smiled, satisfied with her work.

 

"You are a beautiful bride" she said, handing a bouquet to Bill.

"Thank you, but I'm supposed to be the groom" he said, nervous to challenge her.

"They will love you. Come on!" she said, holding his trembling hand. He walked hand in hand with her down the hall. When he saw his father, he gasped.

"Why Astrid, you are so beautiful!" said his dad.

"Astrid?"

"You" said his dad.

"Me? I'm Bill! Dad, what's going on?"

"You're getting married today Astrid. Come on, it's almost our turn."

The pipe organ blared as Bills dad locked arms with him, and started to walk down the hall.

"You signed the papers changing your legal name. Didn't you even read them?" he whispered.

"No..." said Bill, not sure that he liked at all where this was going.

"Well you did. So now you are Astrid. But don't worry honey, you're about to be married. This will be the best day of your life."

Astrid looked up, as they entered the great hall. The crowd stood up, and the organist began with the bridal march. Astrid was scared, confused, and on the verge of tears.

 

They arrived at the stage. A girl in a purple velvet dress took the bouquet from Astrid, and whispered to her how pretty she was. Another girl straightened the train out, as Astrid turned to face the young man she had never seen before. He had dark short hair, and was wearing a tuxedo. Just like Bill had thought he'd be wearing.

But here he was, wearing a wedding dress, and being told that his name was Astrid now.

 

"Do you Hans take Astrid to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do" he replied, smiling, and staring into Astrid's eyes.

"Do you Astrid take Hans to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Astrid hesitated. His father shot him a terrible glare. His mother mouthed the words "I do". All eyes were on him. He felt such pressure! What could he possibly do! He wanted to run away.

"Say 'I do'!" he heard, and looked up to see Amalie at the side of the stage.

"I do" he said without thinking, responding to her request.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife" said the judge. "You may now kiss the bride."

There was thunderous applause, and the organist blasted out the traditional music as Hans lifted Astrid's veil, and gave him a kiss right on the mouth! He even used his tongue!

Astrid was repelled and mortified.

"You are mine now" said Hans, taking Astrid by the arm, and starting the march out of the great hall.

 

"Why?" said Astrid as they marched out of the hall, to great applause. "Why me?"

"I needed a pretty bride to show the world" said Hans, "but I have certain, ah..tastes, which you will fulfill for me. In time, you will grow to love me. Don't worry my Astrid. I will take care of everything."

Astrid was so scared! He was about to run away, but Hans held firm. They were alone for a moment in the hall, where the guests would soon file out, and greet the wedding party.

"Remember, in this country, the bride must be completely obedient to her husband" said Hans. "You will smile, be polite, and act like the lady that you are now. Do you understand my pretty Astrid?"

"Yes" he managed to say.

"You will think, act, and conduct yourself like a lady at all times in public. Nobody outside of me must know who you really are. You must even think of yourself as a woman. Is that clear?"

Astrid nodded weakly. This was getting worse and worse.

* * *

 

Astrid managed to make it through the reception without actually crying. But it was hard not to! Hans acted kindly and gently, not showing his evil side he had revealed in the hallway. She danced with her father, then with her groom, and drank as much as she could to forget her troubles.

When it was finally over, a limo was waiting to take the young couple to a hotel. They would stay the night at a local luxury hotel, then fly to Miami, and drive into Key West for their honeymoon. Everything was arranged.

When they reached the hotel, Astrid found that there were already two suitcases full of women's clothes waiting for her.

"These are your clothes. Amalie had your exact sizes, so she did some shopping for you. She also bought you makeup, and all that stuff you girls use to get yourselves all pretty."

"But I..."

"Shh. You are my bride now. I will tell you when to talk."

Hans almost ripped the panties off of Astrid, who was forced to put her hands on the bed, and stand with her legs spread wide as Hans went about his business. It hurt, and she cried when he sent her to the bathroom to clean herself up.

* * *

 

Astrid drank heavily on the flight to Miami, and was almost asleep for the whole car ride to the hotel. Once they arrived, the unpacked, and she was shocked at how many women's clothes she had now.

"Remember my love, you will wear them whenever we are in public. And for now, around the house too, until you come to accept yourself as a woman. Also, I bought you these" said Hans, handing over three bottles of pills, and a disk full of little pink and brown ones.

"Those are birth control pills. Take one every day. These are estrogen supplements. Take two of each, also every day. You need to do this in front of me, so I can make sure you're not faking it."

"Why?" said Astrid meekly.

"They will help turn your body into the one I want you to have. You see, I am really turned on by women who look and act feminine, but aren't real women between their legs. You looked so good in your wedding dress! I knew you would be perfect for me. These pills will slowly change you. In time, you'll have real breasts of your own, although I might have you go get implants, so I don't have to wait as long."

Astrid was stunned. Real breasts? Become just like a girl? This was too much.

"But..." she started, but Hans slapped her.

"Never disagree with me. Understand?" he said. He raised his hand as if he was going to do it again.

"Yes! I understand! Please don't!" begged Astrid, smarting from the first hit.

"Good. Remember, you swore to love, honor and obey me."

 

That night, Hans told Astrid to wear the yellow sundress. After dinner and a walk along the beach, they made out, then went back to the room where Hans did his thing to her again. It wasn't as painful physically, but it was mentally and emotionally. Astrid cried herself to sleep that night.

 

For the two weeks, it went on like this. Pain, anguish, fear. It was clear that alcohol wasn't enough to drown her sorrows, so she started to develop another coping mechanism. She pretended that it was happening to someone else.

"Astrid is being kissed" thought Bill, in his innermost soul. "Astrid is hurting from being hit."

It was all happening to this person 'Astrid', not to him.

* * *

 

When Astrid returned home, she was miserable. She had thought of ditching Hans, but he never let her out of his sight. When they landed, he took her passport from her. He was a control freak, and *she* was the one being controlled. He watched with glee every day as she took her female hormones. She was so worried about what they would do to her, and how they would effect her body. She didn't want to be altered, but it was going to happen if she kept taking them.

She found that the first few weeks at home were just as miserable as the honeymoon.

"Can't I dress up as Bill when I go to school, or to work?" asked Astrid.

"No wife of mine is going to work! Or go to school for that matter. No! You will stay home, and work around the house. If I find out that you go out for anything other than shopping, you will be in big trouble. Understand?"

Astrid lowered her head, and nodded.

 

Things were sad for her. She had no joy in life. Hans did not allow her to talk to her family. She had no friends. And every night, he forced her to do things in the bedroom that she dared not even think about.

 

It was their fourth week back from the honeymoon when Astrid finally found a spark. Hans took her out to dinner, with his brother and his wife. When the arrived at the restaurant, Astrid almost jumped out of her dress when she discovered who Hans' brother was. Amalie!

She waited until the right moment, then announced she had to go to the rest room. Amalie got up to accompany her, since women never to alone.

"You're Hans' brother's wife?" said Astrid.

"Yes. That is how they arranged to have me help you prepare for your wedding. How is married life?"

"Miserable. I hate him. He uses me for sex, but has no love for me. He is a control freak. He wants to control every aspect of my life! He makes me take female hormones. He won't allow me to see my friends and my family. I am alone and I hate everything."

"Poor Astrid. Listen. I will help you. I feel guilty for my part in their plan. When we get back to the table, just play along."

"All right" said Astrid, still unsure about what Amalie could possibly do to help.

 

"Hans, I'm going shopping for a new dress tomorrow" said Amalie after dessert was served. "I think it would be wonderful if Astrid could accompany me, and get one for herself. A girl can't go without new clothes every so often. I'll take care of her, you needn't worry."

"Well, all right. As long as it is for clothes shopping, you can go" he said to Astrid. For the first time in over a month, she would have some degree of freedom! She felt a surge of excitement.

* * *

 

"Why Amalie, why did you help them do this to me?" asked Astrid, when they were finally alone in Amalie's car, driving to the mall.

"Do you think I really had a choice? If you think Hans is rough, you've never met his brother. If I didn't do exactly what they wanted...."

Her voice was trembling as it cut off.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way" said Astrid, now feeling bad that she had tried to pin the blame on Amalie. "I'm just on edge, because I hate everything so much. I hate my life, I hate what he has done to me, and what he's doing to me."

"I know. That's why I came here, to help you. I realize that I helped put you into a bad situation. So now I want to fix it for you."

"How can you possibly do that?" asked Astrid.

"Lets look at this logically" said Amalie. "First, Hans is a total control freak. Right?"

"Oh yeah. Big time."

"And he gets off on forcing you to look and act like a woman. He's making you take female hormones too, isn't he?"

"Four a day. I think I can see effects starting already."

"Now he gets off on that, right? Then the way to get him back is to make it so that he's not controlling you anymore."

"How can I possibly do that? He controls every aspect of my life!" said Astrid.

"Yes he does. But use that against him."

"How?"

"Instead of fighting him as he tries to feminize you, *embrace* it. He gets excited because he's *forcing* you to become a woman. But what if you took off, and really wanted to become one? What if you became ultra-feminine, and relished everything about being a woman?"

"He'd feel like I was out of his control."

"And he would hate that, but wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"That's wonderful!" beamed Astrid.

"But there's more. I've known him for many years. He likes men who look like women, but still act like men. So what you need to do is to start *acting* like a girl. Think like a girl, talk like a girl, walk like a girl, and act like a girl. The more you are a woman, the more he will be repulsed. Then at worst he'll leave you alone. At best, he'll start having affairs, and then you have him."

"How?"

"Divorce is not tolerated in this country, unless the husband cheats on the wife. In that case, she is entitled to most of his estate, and he is the one who lives in shame. So you'll get the house, the money, the car, and he'll get squat."

"Wow, you're a genius! How can I ever repay you?"

"By taking Hans down. Then you can help me with his brother."

"I promise" said Astrid, feeling ready to cry tears of joy.

* * *

 

After purchasing a few outfits and three pairs of shoes, Astrid rode back home with Amalie.

"How can I start to talk like a woman more, so I can drive him crazy?"

"Start with a few simple things. First of all, think of how women love to amass clothes. Keep asking him 'Can I get this pair of shoes?' or 'I need another purse. Do you want to come shopping with me?'. Stuff like that."

"OK" said Astrid, keeping mental notes.

"Next, women like to decorate the house. Ask him if he thinks new curtains would make the room look better, and keep asking little questions about it. When he gets tired of it and allows you to buy something, bring it home, but make *him* put it up. Keep giving him a list of chores to do around the house. Start to complain that he's not giving you enough attention, and that its unfair how much of the housework you do, while he does nothing."

"Won't he be upset?"

"Yes, but that's the point. You might even get slapped some of the times, but keep it up. Keep pestering him. Watch TV, and listen to how women talk to their men. Do that to him. And I'll keeping giving you tips."

"Anything else?"

"Sure. One more thing. Start talking to him in great detail about your day. Go deep into what he things are frivolous, feminine details, like what Susan said about Janice's Aunt. Give him so much he zones out, then complain he doesn't listen to you. Tell him 'but I told you about that yesterday, you never listen to me!'. That will drive him up a wall."

"Do women really do all that?"

"To some degree. But exaggerate it. Play it up. Giggle. Act like a silly girl sometimes. The more you do it, the quicker he will get fed up, and pull away from you."

 

As the arrived at Astrid's home, they went over the details again. Astrid walked into her door, swinging her hips in her best feminine walk, determined to become ultra-feminine.

* * *

 

Just as Amalie had feared, Astrid was slapped around a few times when she began to pester Hans. But it was a small price to pay for the quick results she achieved.

"But Hans, you promised me that I could get implants so I'd get real breasts sooner. I wish I had real ones like Amalie has. Oh please, let me go see the doctor!"

"I told you that *I* might decide to give them to you!" he thundered.

"Yes, and now its time. I want them so much! Think of how much nicer I'll look in a dress. Oh, and that reminds me. There is a sale this weekend, and I saw just the cutest dress in a catalog. Can I get it? Oh, and I'll need new shoes to match."

"You just got new shoes. How many pairs do you need?"

"Oh, but these are so cute! Why don't you come with me, so we can shop together? Won't that be fun? And you can help me pick out the new colors for the sun room."

"Dammit Astrid, you're pestering me just like a woman!"

"But I am a woman dear. You made me become one. But as I was saying, those colors in the sun room are so old and faded, we really need to do something about it...."

 

Astrid fully embraced her new found femininity, and to her surprise, not only did it repel Hans as Amalie had predicted, but she found that it was fun! It was *way* fun, so much better than being a man. As soon as she gave in and started to think like a girl, it just flowed. She was a natural. She was sorry that she had missed out on all this for all of her life! She wished that she had been born a woman.

* * *

 

After three months, Hans was fed up with Astrid. He had given her the breast implants she wanted, but now she wanted nose surgery, and something for her chin. No matter how many clothes she bought, she wanted more. And the worst of it was that she was acting just like a chick now! What had he done? This had been so fun at first, but now it was like living with a woman, and he no longer felt any attraction.

Without being able to control her, and seeing the horror in her eyes, it was just no fun. He started hanging out at certain bars, and started having dates in secret, on the side.

* * *

 

The plan was working so well! Hans was now pretty much ignoring Astrid around the house, and she was free to do what she wanted. She reveled in her new found femininity, and flaunted it at him all the time. He was miserable, and it was her turn to be the one having fun, while the other spouse suffered.

She went out regularly with Amalie, and the had become fast friends. One day, Astrid and Amalie put their final plan in motion. They had asked a neighbor to look out for them, and as they suspected, Hans was bringing young men over when they would go out for a long period of time. So the made sure he knew that they would be out for a long lunch, then a trip to the beauty salon, and shopping afterwards. They invited him, but of course he didn't want to go. He would make plans of his own. The girls would be gone for hours and hours.

Astrid was driving the car now, and she was the one to pick up Amalie, and the special guest. Since they were both married to brothers, they had invited Hans' mother Inga with them for their day out. She was very glad to get out of her house and join them.

Once she was in the car, Astrid spoke to Inga.

"I forgot something at home. I need to swing by there and pick it up. I'd love for you to see what I've done with the place. I've been working hard to redecorate."

"That would be lovely Astrid" said Inga.

The drove to Hans and Astrid's home, and parked the car. Astrid unlocked the door, and the trio walked in. They found Hans making out on the couch with his date, both of them stripped down to their underwear.

"Hans! How could you!" said Astrid, pretending to start crying. "What the hell are you doing!"

"I'm not getting any at home, so I needed to find someone else" he said, trying to be as hurtful as possible.

"You're having an affair? With a *boy*?" said Hans mother. He turned pale. He had just admitted his crime, in front of his own mother.

Astrid sobbed, and ran into the bedroom, laying face down on the bed.

"I'll go comfort her" said Amalie. "You had better get out of here!" she said to the young man.

"And as for you....." said Inga. She was shaking with anger.

 

It was only a few days later when Hans signed the papers, legally terminating the marriage. He was the one who had an affair, so he was forced to give Astrid almost everything. She would be well off for the rest of her life.

"I'll have the movers ship the boxes to your new apartment" she said coldly as he left in disgrace.

 

As soon as he was gone, Amalie and Astrid hugged each other. They had done it! Hans was gone, and Astrid was now wealthy.

"So, what are you going to do now? Move back to America?" she said.

"No. I'm going to stay here. I like it in this country."

"And what sort of life will you have for yourself?"

"Well, now that I control the money, the first thing I will do is go to see the surgeon. He can make my face prettier, and we can look at removing this" she said, pointing to her groin.

"So you're going feminine all the way?"

"What better way is there to live your life? Once I'm fully female, I will be so happy."

They hugged, and smiled at each other. One day soon, they would decide how to get rid of Amalie's husband too, so they could both live together. They were sisters in mind and spirit. As soon as Astrid had her operation, they would be sisters in body as well. They smiled, hugged again, and had their first gentle kiss. They would go no further for now, but they knew in which direction their destinies lied.

Together.

  

  

  

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