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I knew I should have checked the long range weather before I left the
airport. I had been airborne for several hours and the weather was rapidly
getting foul. November weather can be very tricky in this area and can change
quickly...warm one hour and cold the next. It was snowing heavily now, I was
hitting strong, gusty headwinds, and I wasn't exactly sure I knew where I
was. I estimated I had about an hour's worth of fuel left in my single engine
Cessna 172. Unable to make radio contact with anybody, I really felt alone in
this unfamiliar white world. For the first time, I felt a strange sense of
fear...perhaps panic, a feeling of confusion. Was this my end? My mind was
racing.so many things left to do.so many things I've accomplished. Regaining
my composure, my thoughts returned to trying to find a place to
land...anyplace. Survival, yes....But all I could see were trees and white
snow....fresh snow. I was in trouble. Real trouble. I didn't have any cold
weather survival gear...not even winter clothes. It was to be a routine
flight. Oh why didn't I check the weather reports...too late now.

The engine was running fine, but I sensed the wings were starting to ice
up....I could feel the sluggish response to the controls and I was losing
lift. My altimeter was slowly dropping. White...blinding white...everywhere.
Before I realized, and helpless to respond, my landing gear was grazing the
treetops. I quickly killed the engine, pulled back on the yoke...trying to
get the nose up...and opened the door as I had been taught to do in an
emergency landing. Too late, the wheels snagged the trees, the plane nosed
down, tumbled, and started to break up in the trees as the momentum
decreased. I fell out of the open door, still belted in my seat which had
torn loose, falling to the snow covered ground. I don't know how far it was,
but I blacked out as the plane burst into flames from the ruptured fuel tanks
emptying their contents on the hot engine..



I woke up in bed, in a warm room...a cabin...a log cabin. I quickly became
aware of the fact that I was nude and wrapped with a heavy wool blanket.
Looking around I noticed a massive field-stone fireplace, built into the wall
of a rustic yet well furnished room, was throwing comfortable heat
throughout. Gas mantle lamps were glowing a white incandescent light from
several ceiling fixtures, giving a soft, even illumination in contrast to the
orange flames in fireplace. It was like a dream cabin in the woods as I had
seen in sales brochures for log cabins. I could hear the wind howling outside
this cozy environment. As my eyes focused more clearly, I saw a large burly
man, attired in a red and black checkered shirt and bib overalls, standing at
a white enameled sink across the room in what appeared to be the kitchen
area.

"Where am I?" I muttered, still feeling groggy.

"So, you're awake...you took quite a fall...been out for a long time," he
replied, turning towards me.

"How long?"

"Oh, 'bout a day and a half. What happened, anyway? Why were you out in this
weather?"

"I was flying from Idaho, heading for Billings...ran into bad weather. Wings
iced up...went down. That's all I remember."

"Lucky for you I saw the fire. I went out to investigate when I heard a plane
buzz over, flying low. I wondered what nut would be flying in this stuff.
Luckily I found you in the snow. You seem to be OK, but your plane is ashes.
Your clothes were all torn and you were cold and soaking wet, so I stripped
you and wrapped you in that blanket. Couldn't very well leave you like that.
"

"I guess I owe you...you saved my life. Thank you," I said, my head throbbing
from a lump.

I was feeling better, but very hungry and thirsty. I slowly sat up in the
bunk. Before I could ask, my host approached with a bowl of hot stew and a
mug of coffee. He helped me sit up, propping a pillow behind me. He was a
big man, a giant, but very gentle. I took the coffee and nearly drained the
cup, stopping for a breath.

"My name is Jack Clark....where are we?" I asked.

"Hi Jack...I'm Ben Davis. This is my ranch, and we're in Montana...a couple
hundred miles west of Billings. "

He seemed friendly and grateful for someone to talk to. I was grateful just
to be alive.

"We're socked in here for a while cuz of a blizzard. I still cant believe
anybody would fly in this stuff. The last thing I expected to hear above this
wind was the sound of an airplane!"

"Yeah well, nobody in their right mind 'would fly in this stuff', but I
didn't check the weather before I took off, like a damn fool, and got caught
and it nearly killed me. So, how long do you think we'll be stranded?"

"Oh, could be over a month, . Everything's blocked with drifts. I've been
snowed in all winter before. Depends on the weather," Ben replied rather
matter of factly. The weather was routine for him but the unexpected visitor
was not.

"Hope you don't mind having a guest for a while, Ben. Anything I can do to
earn my keep?"

"Aw, it's nice to have some company, for a change. We'll find things to do."

"Do you have a telephone or anything? Maybe I should notify somebody."

By now I had finished the hot, spicy, stew and was feeling stronger and
thinking more clearly. Ben took the bowl and placed it in the sink.

"Well, I do, but the lines are down...so are the power lines. It'll be a
while before they're fixed too."

"So, it looks like I'm missing and given up for lost. Oh well, might as well
make the best of it. Say Ben, I hate to make a pest of myself, but do you
have anything I can wear by any chance? I mean, I cant stay in a blanket for
a month."

Ben started to chuckle.

"I'd share my things with you Jack, but I'm at least twice your size. But
let's see what we can do."

Ben opened a chest of drawers and pulled out some of his long underwear. Two
of me would fit into it. Same for his pants. His shirt fit me like a
nightshirt on my 5'5", 135 lb. frame. Ben was about 6'5" and at least 270 lb.
A foot taller and twice my weight!

"Yep, I thought so...you're just a little guy. You don't even have any body
hair to keep you warm. Like a woman. Hmmm.Well, there is another possibility,
but you might not like it, Jack."

"At this point, I'm open to any idea...what've you got in mind, Ben?"

"Ah....well you see, I was married once, but the little lady died. I still
have her things put away. Didn't have the heart to get rid of
them...actually, she was about your size...." His voice trailed off as he
thoughts reminisced.

"I'm sorry to hear that...were you married long?"

"Only about 5 years. Mary fell off of a horse, bumped her head
hard...happened so quickly." His voiced trailing away, again.

I didn't want to continue the conversation. It was like opening an old wound.
The thought of losing his wife...then it hit me that he started to tell me
about her clothing that he had saved.

"Wait a minute, are you suggesting I wear Mary's clothes?"

"You got a better idea? You're her size. You wanna try them, or freeze? It's
your choice. Nobody's gonna see you 'cept me, and it's gonna be hard enuf on
my seein' you in her things, but it's sort'a survival. You gotta have
something to wear and they'd be put to good use."

He was right...I had little choice. So I nodded my acceptance of what now
seemed a gracious offer. He emerged from a storeroomin the back, dragging a
large trunk.

Opening the lid, I saw a large assortment of woman's clothing. He carefully
removed each item and gently laid them out on the bed.

"I kept all this stuff, don't know why...just couldn't get rid of them....."
he muttered, his voice dropping.

Now, I felt ashamed to wear any of them, not because they were woman's
things, but because they had been Ben's wife's and the circumstances of why
he had them.

"Go ahead, try something...maybe you can use them. Don't be shy."

I selected a pair of denim jeans. The length was perfect, a little large in
the hips, but I couldn't button the waist...too tight. I tried a sweater.
Perfect fit. As I sorted through the items, I selected garments with elastic
waistbands or stretch fabric, which turned out to be mainly skirts and
dresses. These were indeed the clothes of a young woman about my size, as Ben
had said. They were pretty things...she had nice taste. Trying a long cotton
skirt with a scalloped fringe, it was a fit. So now, at least I had something
to wear. Ben had busied himself washing my dish and spoon and adjusting the
fireplace. He didn't want to watch me nor did I prefer that he did.
Reluctantly, I found some underwear...briefs and slips and tried them. I
needed clothes for warmth...anything.. To my surprise, even her shoes were a
tolerable fit. Now I had a new wardrobe. Maybe not the warmest way to dress,
nor the most appropriate, but cover at least. Taking only what I needed to
get by, I carefully folded up the remainder and placed them back into the
trunk.


"Okay Ben...I've got enough to get by, thanks."

"Alright Jack...I'll keep this trunk handy for you in case you need more.
Lets find a place to set you up for a while."

He re-arranged his dresser so I had a drawer for my newly acquired stuff.
Then he gave me a tour of his home, showing me the well equipped bathroom,
storeroom, kitchen and bedroom. It was a large log cabin with rooms
partitioned off but open to the vaulted ceiling. Fairly modern, he had hot
and cold running water and bathroom with a tub and shower. A kitchen with the
basic appliances...sink, gas range, refrigerator. All the necessities.

He had rigged up an extra bed for me complete with bedding and blankets. I
asked him how he continued to have running water without electricity.

"I have a wind generator for back-up power. Keeps my pump going."

"What about lights and radio?"

"I use propane for the lights, cooking, hot water, and heat if I'm not using
the fireplace. Radio? I seldom use it, and we get no TV out here."

Well, I thought, this was certainly a cozy and isolated arrangement. Ben was
a good housekeeper...everything was neat and clean and orderly. I began to
look for things to do to make myself useful. I started to help Ben make
dinner. This must have been a pretty picture...big burly Ben working together
with petite little Jack in a skirt and sweater, looking like his wife, except
for my short hair. It certainly was a new experience for me, wearing woman's
clothing . Little did I know that this was the beginning of a series of
events that would change my life.

We spent the time during dinner getting better acquainted. If we were going
to live together for the next few months, there was a lot to discuss.
Starting out with the usual male banter, about the weather, ranching, my
flying experience, etc., it became difficult for me to forget that I was
sitting there looking like a woman, and becoming preoccupied with that image,
I soon found myself doing a lot of passive listening while Ben talked.

I assumed the chores of cleaning up after the meal, both because I felt an
obligation to "earn" my keep, and being the "lady" of the house, at least in
appearance, I accepted it as my duty. Ben, meanwhile, went out to check on
his horses in the adjacent barn, the ones he had used to rescue me, and to
get more firewood.

The next day, the storm had subsided and we were able to go outside. I wore
Mary's parka and boots. It felt kind of strange walking in deep snow in a
skirt, but I found some heavy tights to keep my legs warm. Ben had a large
barn, or complex of barns where he kept many head of cattle in bad weather. I
don't know how many, but it was a huge and fairly modern facility...I had
actually expected to see something more "turn of the century"...and it
provided good shelter for his herd. He showed me his setup for feeding and
watering the cattle. His business was to fatten them up and market them for
beef. Of course, in the summer, they would graze in pasture. Offering to
help, Ben showed me how to mix their feed with dry chemicals, vitamins I
assumed, to accelerate their growth. He added the pre-measured powder to a
vat of grain and stirred the dry mixture with a canoe paddle as one might mix
cement. It looked easy...I could handle that...and that's what I did,
initially. Being not in condition for such manual labor, after a short time,
I was barely able to move the paddle, so I continued to mix the batch with my
bare hands, up to my armpits. Much better and easier for me. When it looked
uniformly mixed, Ben wheeled the whole vat away and began to feed the a****ls
while I returned to the cabin to warm up and rest.



The days passed, Ben and I got along very well, doing the chores in the barn
which became my routine, playing board games, and generally trying to pass
time. I developed a lot of respect for him being able to maintain this type
of life style for so long. I expected I'd get hardened to it, but instead, it
seemed I was getting weaker with time. Heavy work sure tired me out. I was
never one for manual labor and this wasn't really a lot of hard work, but I
seemed to be losing strength in my arms and upper body. Ben fabricated some
furniture out of wood pieces, branches, and reeds, while I did some mending,
tried some handicraft, and practiced cooking and baking. I hadn't done that
before, but it somehow filled my time and felt useful. Not being very strong
nor experienced in ranch life, there wasn't much else for me to do. Ben did
all the heavy work. I just naturally fell into the "woman's" role of doing
lighter tasks and actually enjoying it. I found patience that I never before
had. He commented several times that seeing me sitting there in Mary's
dresses doing needlework, reminded him of her. I offered that if it was a
painful memory, I'd stop, but he insisted that, in fact, it was a pleasant
memory and to please continue. I had gotten so accustomed to wearing her
things that I forgot how I looked, especially since my hair had gotten
noticeably longer in a short time. But I had also gotten adjusted to the role
of a country woman. Ben had been treating me like the woman I appeared to be
as I scurried around in dresses and frilly things and I came to enjoy that
treatment. He was kind, considerate, and very gentle. I don't think he would
have treated a "regular" man like that but he obviously didn't consider me a
man anymore. Sometimes, being in a playful mood, we would act out being
husband and wife, a role I was beginning to accept. Maybe we'd get too
carried away with our acting when I'd pretend to swoon into his arms after
he'd compliment me on a dinner or dessert or he'd pretend to kiss and caress
me when I did something nice for him.

Besides helping Ben in the barn, I had willingly assumed all the inside
domestic duties...cooking, cleaning, even doing laundry. The electricity had
been restored and eventually the telephone came back to life. Of course, Ben
had to teach me the basics of cooking, but I learned fast.

Sometime after the storm, we went out to the crash site on horseback. The
terrain was rugged and heavily wooded. I never would have found a clearing to
land. Except for a hole burned in the trees where my plane had been,
everything was covered with a heavy blanket of snow. Not a trace of my plane.
Anybody searching for it would have seen nothing.

"Do you want to call anybody to tell them where you are?" Ben asked after the
phone service had been restored..

"Not really...I have no family and no one else except my boss, and by now, he
likely thinks I'm dead. Unless, of course, you want to get rid of me." I was
hoping he'd want me to stay. I rather enjoyed this lifestyle, and Ben was a
great guy to share it with.

"No Jack...I'm hoping you'll stay. It gets awfully lonely out here. You being
here makes the time fly. You're welcome to stay as long as you like."



So, the phone remained unused.

After about two months had passed, one night while taking a shower, I noticed
the skin on my body had become very soft and smooth and my hair was rapidly
growing very long and unusually full bodied. In spite of all the exercise of
mixing the cattle feed, my arm muscles were getting more slender instead of
growing. I wonder if something in the water was affecting me. What was in the
water? It sure wasn't like city water I was used to drinking. My thoughts
were to check it out for a possible commercial venture, maybe open a health
spa or something. Women would pay money for water like this if it would make
them look so good.

By the end of January, on a bright sunny day, I decided this was the life for
me. Emotionally, I had a general overall feeling of well
being...calmness...things just didn't bother like they had in the past. I
thought I lost some weight because my waist was slimmer, although my hips
seemed fuller. I tried on some of Mary's jeans and now I could button the
waist so, with an extended wardrobe of work clothes, I tried to be more
helpful to Ben in the barn. Difficult to get around that area in a skirt. I
had gotten very accomplished at mixing the cattle feed by hand, blending it
like a baker working dough, right down to my chest.

One evening, showering before making dinner, while washing my hair, which was
now below my shoulders in length and looking so good I didn't want to cut it
(nor did Ben want me to), I observed that my nipples had become very
sensitive and noticeably enlarged, and my breasts were getting fuller. I
thought it was my imagination so I said nothing to Ben. Seeing myself in the
bathroom mirror, I noticed a definite change in my figure. I had developed a
woman's shape! My waist was slender, my hips and butt were enlarged as were
my breasts. My arms had gotten slender and my skin was softer and smoother. I
was only shaving about once a week now. With my long hair, I looked liked a
female except for a small appendage in the front, and it had become very
small. No wonder Ben said I looked so natural in woman's clothes. I thought
it was just the long winter getting to him.

My nipples were so tender and uncomfortable from rubbing on fabric, that I
located a bra in the trunk and put it on as a cover to relieve the
irritation. What a difference that made. And I filled the cups! That was the
beginning of my wearing a bra. From then on, it was a necessity as my breasts
continue to develop.

During the days, I routinely wore jeans outdoors, but in the evenings, when
working in the house, I changed into a fancy skirt and blouse or a pretty
dress. It was just something I felt I wanted to do for Ben (and for myself).
Never in my life would I have ever dreamed of doing that before, but now I
wanted to...something had sure changed in me. I desired to look nice. With my
long hair and now, my new "pointy" chest, I definitely looked very feminine.
Ben immediately noticed that I was wearing a bra and he casually asked why I
had decided to do that. I told him about the changes I had seen in my body
over time, and my theory about the water.

"I don't think it's the water, Jack. I noticed you mix the cattle feed with
your hands."

"Yeah, my hands and arms...it's too hard with the paddle like you do
it...You're so much stronger than I am....why...is something wrong?"

"Well, maybe you didn't notice but the chemicals you add to the feed are
vitamins and hormones, estrogen, I think they said, to fatten the steers up
quicker."

"So? Do you think it's getting into our water supply?"

"No...I haven't shown any changes in my body...but I think it's being
absorbed into your body through your skin. I recall reading something about
that. I never use my hands...that's why I use a paddle. I never like to touch
any of those chemicals. I think you're changing into a woman from the
hormones, my friend. At least you're properly dressed for it," Ben chuckled.

"Oh my God! What should I do?"

I suddenly had the same panic feeling as when I was in the plane and going
down. Ben, turning serious, looked at me and replied,

"What can you do, Jack? You've already started to change... you're starting a
new life anyway...the old Jack was killed in a plane crash. Are you unhappy
with your life here?"

"Why no...actually I love it here, Ben."

"Then why not accept it, become "Jackie," and stay here with me. I'll take
care of you. I love having you here. 'Sides, you're more fun as a woman,
anyway."

"So, I should keep on mixing with my hands, right?" I said, now feeling
coquettish. I had no intention of stopping now, anyway. I sort'a liked the
changes.

"You bet, Jackie!" Ben said, winking, and hugging me.

So that night, Jackie was born. I continued to mix the feed, getting a daily
massive exposure to hormones, my breast development advanced until I filled
the bras more than fully. My figure continued to take on a feminine contour,
and emotionally, I felt like a woman and accepted it. I was willingly wearing
all of the clothes in Mary's wardrobe, filling them out as well as she would
have, perhaps better. sleeping in frilly nightgowns, I wore dresses daily. I
even found some makeup and unashamedly started to wear a little lipstick and
experiment with other cosmetics. Having acquired the figure of a woman, I
felt the need to improve upon it...to look pretty. I even spent time grooming
my hair and practiced setting it. And the results were amazing.

Ben's attitude obviously changed towards me, also. As friendly as he had been
from the beginning, he now was becoming even more attentive and
gentlemanly...chivalrous. He was treating me as if I was a real lady and he
was courting me. I had made my decision and I felt it was the right one. I
would try to be a woman in every aspect. We became very close, almost
romantic. I felt comfortable touching him as when I cut his hair, trimmed his
beard, did little things for him, and especially dancing with him when we
could find some music on the radio. I never had had homosexual desires
before, but now, feeling like a female, I found him sexually attractive. I
liked being held by him...he was such a big guy. He somehow made me feel
"secure."

By the end of March, the snow was gone, the roads were open, and we could
leave the ranch. Once we had the cattle outdoors, I stopped mixing their
feed. They would now spend the summer grazing. When Ben was able to get his
truck started after wintering in a shed, he took me into the nearest town on
a shopping trip for food and provisions. I didn't feel shy about being seen
as a woman since I knew I looked passable and I was so eager to see other
humans, I was excited to go. Not knowing what to expect, I wore what I
thought was an appropriate dress, with stockings and medium heeled shoes, my
hair done as best as I could. Ben was certainly pleased with my appearance.

It was a fairly good size town with a variety of stores and the ubiquitous
Walmart store. Ben told me to buy whatever I needed for the house and for
myself. We had compiled a list of household items, but there was nothing I
needed in clothing. His wife's wardrobe was holding very well, except for
underwear. I did buy more lingerie...I felt better having my own, and I
needed larger bras...cup size, that is. He suggested I buy fresh cosmetics so
I'd have my own there too. So I stocked up on lipstick, foundation creams,
and eye shadow, and of course, hair conditioners. I even stopped to have my
hair done professionally where I picked up a lot of pointers on grooming long
hair, something Jack never had to do.

Ben took me to the medical clinic for a checkup because of the prolonged
exposure to hormones. After explaining my situation to the physician, how I
felt and my intentions, he put me on a maintenance dose of Premarin so I
wouldn't change back to being a man. He said I had been getting a hefty dose
of a****l strength estrogen, even absorbed through my skin, I was lucky I
didn't suffer any organ damage to my body. Other than the changes I had
experienced, I was OK. I admitted that I had become happy about the changes.

Ben met a few friends and neighbors and introduced me as his "mail order
bride". I asked him to explain that. He said a lot of single men in small
isolated towns advertise for woman in big city newspapers looking for brides.
Many woman respond by coming to visit, to get acquainted. Some don't like the
isolation and leave immediately.

But, some do stay to get married. That would account for my presence. He said
he tells everybody I just "dropped in" to check him out. Well, I couldn't
deny that. Nobody questioned him further, and I was warmly welcomed as a girl
from the city, especially by his neighbor's wives who were grateful for more
female companionship.

We loaded our purchases into the truck and returned to the ranch. I was now
more convinced than ever that I would stay here. I was very happy with my new
lifestyles, as a woman, and a rancher's wife. The day was warm and sunny, the
people had been friendly...life was good.

While Ben unloaded the truck, I prepared dinner, after which, I cleaned up
the dishes and relaxed for the evening. I thanked Ben for a lovely day,
giving him a friendly little kiss on his forehead. He pulled me down gently,
and kissed me on my lips.

"You're welcome, pretty lady." he said, quietly.

"Ben, that's the first time you've called me that."

"Jackie, my friends have met you and like you. They told me you are a pretty
young lady and I'm lucky to have found you. I think they're right."

"But you know the truth about me...I'm not a real lady."

This was a turning point in our relationship. Which path were we going...I
had to know.

"You're my pretty lady, Jackie."

He didn't have to say anymore. I kissed him warmly and passionately as a
woman kisses her man, and he returned my kiss. I felt like a real woman and
he responded to me as one. We continued kissing and petting for a long time.

Ben stood up and brought me a gift wrapped package. Without a sound, our eyes
saying it all, I slowly and carefully opened it to find a white nylon
nightgown with lace trim and wide shoulder straps. It was stunning.

"I thought you should have something of your own, Jackie. Why don't you try
it on?"

Without hesitation, I went to the bathroom, undressed completely and slipped
it on. It fit perfectly. He knew my size from Mary's clothes, and my
developed breasts filled out the bodice completely. I re-entered the main
room without modesty and twirled around to let him see me. He pulled me to
him and we kissed again, our tongues dancing together. That night was the
beginning of my sleeping in his bed...in his arms. I was his woman,
emotionally and sexually. We developed a definite male-female relationship. I
completely forget I was physically a male. I felt like a bride and I couldn't
get enough of him..

In July, on the 4th, we were invited to a picnic at our neighbor's ranch. It
was over an hour's drive to get there so we got an early start. I had spent
the previous day cooking and baking for the event. Arriving early, I joined
the women to help with the food while the men went off to do their thing. Of
course, I was accepted as any other woman and assumed to be Ben's new wife,
'tho common law. We all talked about our men and eventually the conversation
got rather intimate since some of the ladies were trying to get pregnant.
With all the talk of love making with their husbands, I could contribute
little to the chatter, but I was beginning to get a little horny thinking
about Ben. Luckily I chose not to wear tight jeans but rather, a long full
skirt or I would have given myself away.

After a wonderful day of eating, playing, and socializing, we took a
leisurely drive home. Going directly to bed, I snuggled with my man and I
touched his manhood intentionally with my hand, curling my fingers around it.
It immediately grew large and hard. Saying nothing, he rolled onto his back
while I removed it from his shorts and firmly grasped it and gently stroked
it as only a man would know how to do for another man. He started to moan
with pleasure as his hands brushed through my long thick feminine hair. I
continued the massage with my open palm on the sensitive underside of his
organ as I kissed him passionately. Shortly, he climaxed as I cupped my hand
over the end of his shaft to contain his fluid. I whispered that I loved him
as he fell asleep. I quietly got up and cleansed my hand and his organ as a
wife would do for her husband.

The next day, Ben was especially nice to me, treating me like a princess. And
I treated him like the king that he was to me. I had become more intrigued
about satisfying him sexually as the other wives did for their husbands. I
fantasized all different options. One night we went to bed nude. It was a
warm night and seemed appropriate and Ben liked to fondle and kiss my
breasts, which I enjoyed. My penis was very diminutive now, and I didn't care
for him to touch it. We started love sessions by kissing, then it progressed
to my rubbing his shaft until it was very rigid. They evolved to many
different situations as a "normal" couple might encounter. Our love for each
other grew intense. I couldn't get enough of him. We loved each other deeply.
He made me feel so feminine. He had not only saved my life, he gave me a new
and better one.

The next time I got together with the other ladies, I could join the
conversation and talk about my husband.