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Please note that I have used UK English so more apologies to American readers. The Male Pregnancy by Susan Johnson Part 1 I met my girlfriend Susan earlier this year at a party, and immediately hit it off. It seemed that she had my oddball sense of humour and we spent the whole evening together. I learned that she was a teacher, working at a girl's boarding school in Sussex. I used to be a teacher myself so we spent some time reminiscing about shared experiences. It somehow seemed inevitable that Susie and I would end up together, as a couple. We had plenty of shared interests and as time went on we found things just kept getting better and better. It only took a couple of months before we moved in together. After she moved in we began to become a little more experimental. We have always been open about sex and I've always believed that if it doesn't hurt I'll give it a go... at least once anyway. We both enjoyed trying new things and gradually found out all of eachothers kinks, as well as eachother's instant turn-offs. She enjoyed taking the dominant role, and we regularly acted out a fantasy where she was the male. With a little effort, she could start in the 'girl on top' position and gradually move around until we were in the missionary position but with her on top, and me still inside her - this was her favourite. This felt a little peculiar, acting out the girl's role, but it was fun so there were no complaints from me! Once she wanted to take this a little further; she said to me as I was approaching orgasm, "You realise that you're not the man any more. With me in this position, I'm the male and you're the female." "So what?", I said. She responded, "Well, if you're a girl, we really ought to make you look a little more like one, don't you think?" "I'm not sure..." I began, so she immediately stopped moving. "Do you want me to carry on?", she asked. "Oh yes, I'm so close!", I exclaimed. "All I want you to do is to wear a couple of my things. That wouldn't hurt would it?" The request seemed so innocuous that I could hardly complain. Next time we wanted to make love, Susie asked me to put on her panties, reminding me of our conversation. "What the hell", I thought, and pulled them on. "I'd love to see you in a bra too", said Susie. I held out my arms, and she slid the straps of a bra over my hands. She had chosen a black Wonderbra to match the panties and by the time she hooked it into place a casual glance suggested I had breasts. "Anything else?", I asked. "What did you have in mind?", she answered. "This is your fantasy, not mine!", I replied. "Well, this seems to be saying something else!", she said grabbing my erection which, to my immense embarrassment had already burst out of the panties. "How about some stockings and suspenders?", she asked. Since I was always asking her to wear stockings for me, I agreed and she quickly pulled out a black lacy suspender belt and some sheer stockings. I began to feel really silly. There was no way I would ever be confused with a woman. I'm well over six foot tall, and my hairy chest, oversized hands and 12 O'clock shadow were a big giveaway. Nonetheless, Susie said I looked great. "Wow! What a sexy girl!", she teased. "Stop it! This is really embarrassing!", I replied. "What is?", she answered back. "That you're dressed in girl's underwear, or that it turns you on?" "It does *NOT* turn me on!", I exclaimed. "Then why the stiffy?!", Susie laughed. "Face it! You *LIKE* being a girl!" Before I could reply she grabbed me and began to kiss me. "Don't worry about it!", she said. "It turns *ME* on to see you as a girl." We lay down on the bed and she pulled down my panties (I never thought I'd hear myself say that!), lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. She sank down onto my engorged cock, and I was astonished at how wet she was already. Clearly this *WAS* a major turn on for her. "You really do like this, don't you Susie?", I said. "Don't call me that!", she murmered. "Remember, *I'M* the *MAN* now. Call me Mike!" "Mike?", I exclaimed. "Yes, that's right, Susie.", she answered. "So you're Mike and I'm Susie now?", I asked. "That's right, my darling. You're a beautiful girl called Susie.", she said softly, writhing away to manoeuvre herself into the man's missionary position on top of me. As her words died away she began to gasp and I realised that she was fast approaching orgasm. Normally I am well ahead of her, and have to hold back if there was any hope of coming at the same time. Now I had a job to catch her up! Her gasps were coming faster and faster and she was making those little yelping noises that I knew meant her moment was near. She gasped, "Tell me what you are!" I knew what she wanted to hear, so I answered, "I'm a girl called Susie." It felt really odd to hear myself saying those words, but even as I said them, I felt her contractions, heard her scream and this brought me to my own wonderful orgasm. Afterwards, she stayed on top and asked me how I felt about the idea of me playing the girl's role. "It felt really odd, saying those things, but it felt so good that I don't mind.", I answered. "How would you feel about trying out something else along those lines?", she asked. "If it feels that good, I'll give it a go!", I replied. She slipped an arm oround me and began playing with the bra strap. My bra strap... I began to wonder where this was leading. "Let me explain..", she began. At the school where she taught, there had been a spate of teenage pregnancies, despite the school being single sex,and the teachers felt that this was because the girls had no understanding of the impact pregnancy would have on their everyday life, let alone the lifelong commitment of a child. In an attempt to give wider understanding, the school had borrowed some of what Susie called 'empathy bellies'. These were bulky items that strapped onto the body to simulate pregnancy. Susie's idea was that she would bring one home and she wanted me to wear it for a weekend to see what it was like! I took some persuading, but she promised to indulge me in a few fantasies that she was less keen on, and I knew that for one weekend it wouldn't be too bad. Immediately Susie became excited and couldn't wait to get back to work the next day. She arrived home from work holding a large box, and she couldn't wait to open it. As we undid the packaging the empathy belly looked like a large amorphous lump. It had been coloured into a skin tone, but would never be mistaken for real flesh. As we straightened it out we could see the lump which simulated the baby, but I was surprised that the belly included breasts. Susan explained that breasts swell during pregnancy, so this would act to represent any extra weight, thus increasing the realism. Susan asked me to strip and lie down on the floor. Then she carefully laid the belly on top of me. It seemed vast, and weighed a lot more than I was expecting. The breasts impeded my view, but I could see the large lump and there was no way that I could miss the immense weight bearing down on my chest. Susan worked around my body attaching wide tapes that gradually pulled the belly even tighter. By the time she had finished, it really did feel permanent. The body coloured taped went around my arms, over my shoulders and around the sides of my chest. One strap went between my legs, and the whole lot did up somewhere at the back. The straps were so wide that a casual glance meant that you didn't realise that they were straps. She asked me to get up, and I found my whole centre of gravity had shifted. The extra weight made getting up much harder, and I needed some assistance to stand. As I straightened up I felt a stab of pain, and cried out. Susie explained that the belly was mostly filled with fluid, but there were weights inside which moved around to simulate the baby's movement. The pain was one of the weights hitting me, or as Susie put it, the baby kicking me. Susie suggested I finished dressing, so I climbed the stairs. The extra weight of the 'baby' was constantly present, and the pressure on my chest meant that I was tiring much more rapidly. By the time I reached the bedroom I was out of breath! Susie skipped up the stairs and said, "What's up honey? Not as fit as we used to be?" I ignored her and gently sat down on the bed. Susie then giggled, and said,"I'm looking forward to getting you dressed." "What do you mean?", I asked. "There's no way your clothes will fit you, now you're pregnant!", she laughed. Sure enough, none of my trousers would fit around my vastly distended waist, so Susie went over to a cupboard. "Don't worry! I've already thought about this problem." I just stared as she pulled out a huge pink maternity dress. She explained, "We got a few of these second hand from charity shops for the girls to wear. I kept looking out for one big enough to fit you." "So you've been planning this for a while?", I asked. "Oh yes, ever since I found you'd dress up, I wanted to make you see what us girls go through in case you ever get unsympathetic with me when we have kids!", she said. "What makes you think we'll have kids?", I asked. "Well if you don't like this weekend, you'll understand my opinions a little better!", she answered. I stood up again, and wandered over to the mirror. A quick glance and it looked as if I had simply put on a huge amount of weight, but I realised with a start that the position of the lump, coupled with the large breasts made it clear that this was someone who was pregnant. With my very masculine features, all of this looked a little out of place. My hairy chest was, of course, covered by the belly, but still my build gave no impression of femininity. "What clothes *ARE* going to fit this?", I asked. "Apart from your dress, I've bought you a nursing bra, some new panties, and some more stockings. Tights would have been better, but your legs are the wrong shape and your waist is now much too large." "You've been buying me girl's clothes!?", I exclaimed. "Only a few.", she quickly answered. "let's get you dressed. She began by hooking the bra onto me. It was large, and like the dress, was pink. As she did up the clips the large distended breasts were lifted and held up, and immediately I felt a little more comfortable. It must have shown on my face because Susie began to grin. By the time she had attached the suspender belt (also in pink) I was beginning to get an erection, and to my horror, realised that the belly was in the way. My cock was forced to point downwards which began to be quite painful. Susie realised what the problem was and undid one of the tapes. the relief as the pain went and my erection was freed almost made me forget that the tapes did up at the back. Suddenly a problem hit me. "How will I use the lavatory if I can't get my cock out?", I asked. "You'll be able to use the loo.", Susie answered. But because you can't undo the tapes, or reach your cock, you'll have to sit. Just like a girl!" She clearly thought this very funny, but I was beginning to get nervous about the whole idea. "Don't worry!", she said. "It's only for one weekend, and if you're a good girl, I'll play with this!" She bent down, and kissed the end of my cock, and it once more sprang into life. I thought things would go further but she just pushed it back, and reattached the tapes. "Let's get you into your stockings!", she said next. The stockings were white, so I said "None available in pink then?" and she laughed. "I didn't want to be *TOO* predictable!", she giggled. Susie then held up the maternity dress and helped my get it over my head. As it slipped down over my body it made me look even more like a strange halfway house between male and pregant female. By this stage, I was already feeling a little uncomfortable and realised that I had a pressing need to urinate. I waddled over to the bathroom and lifted the dress. There was no sign of my cock under the tapes but I sat down and started. It seemed to spray everywhere and tissue paper was vital to mop up the area between my legs. I went back to the bedroom and Susie then said that she had a few 'finishing touches' pulling out her makeup bag. She began by attaching artificial fingernails to my nails, lengthening them by at least an inch. "This is just to help remind you that you're a girl!", she said. "How can I forget?", I asked, as the weights lurched again and the 'baby' kicked me. By the time she had finished I had ten long nails, painted a delicate pink. "I'm sure you don't lengthen the nails on your thumbs.", I complained. "very observant!", she answered. "It's because long nails on thumbs make it tricky to do anything." "But you did it to me?", I exclaimed. "Oh yes! It's more fun!", she laughed. Then she began to make up my face. Pink seemed to be her theme. The blusher was pink, the lipstick was pink and the eyeshadow was pink. As she applied the lipstick I began to feel even more turned on - it felt so slippery and sexy on my lips. She began to finish off by placing a wig of long dark hair onto my head and attaching it with hair clips. Rather than let it hang free, she plaited it into two long pigtails, and tied the end with a (pink!) ribbon. She dug out some clip on ear-rings from years ago before her ears were pierced and attached them to my ears. The dangling of the chain felt very strange. "One more thing!", she said, and sprayed me with some of her perfume. "Now you even smell like a girl!", she laughed. I stood up and went back over to the mirror. I still looked a bit like a drag artist, but if you saw me in a dark alley, on a foggy night, you didn't get out much and you were a poor judge of height, I suppose you might mistake me for a woman. "Nearly forgot!", said Susie. "Shoes!" She pulled out a pair of white high heels. The heel must have been four inches high and the strap which went around the leg had a padlock on it! Susie saw my look of horror and said, "I know they're very high, but to get girl's shoes in your size means going to transvestite shops. The only shoes TV's seem to like are high heeled ones, and all I could find were these ones with the locks." I slipped on the shoes and felt like I would overbalance. I'm sure that high heels are tricky enough to master but with the weight of my 'baby', and the unfamiliar breasts I felt incredibly unstable. If I fell, the long fingernails meant that I wouldn't even be able to grab a support! Susie knelt down to fasten the straps. As i watched she clipped shut the little padlocks on each shoe. "Why did you do that?", I exclaimed. "Another lesson for you. Why prgnant girls don't wear high heels.", Susie giggled. "Don't fret. I'll unlock them later if you're a good girl." I began to mutter under my breath, but Susie silenced me. "Why don't you go downstairs and put your feet up in front of the TV. As you're pregnant you shouldn't be overdoing things." Suddenly I saw that this weekend might not be so bad. Susie had promised to fulfil my fantasies later if I obliged her with this one, and I'd get the whole weekend with my feet up. I slowly got up, and as I did so, realised that I needed to urinate again. "What's the matter with me?", I said as I went to the bathroom again. "This is what pregnancy is all about, my girl!", said Susie. "The weight of your baby presses into the bladder, reducing its capacity. You'll be peeing every 10 minutes from now on!" I walked over to the door and lifted the dress. The long fingernails made it easier to pull down the panties, but I was glad I had to sit. Handling my cock with long nails would probably make a real mess. Afterwards I began to edge my way down the stairs. The bulk of the 'baby' and the long skirt of the dress meant that I couldn't see my feet, and the unfamiliar high heels meant that I was still a little unstable. I reached out for the handrail and the long nails reminded me that this too had changed. By the time I made it downstairs to the sitting room I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was sit in front of the TV. Suddenly the door opened, and Susie came in. It took me a moment to realise that it was Susie because she was wearing my clothes! She had removed all of her makeup, nail extensions and tied her hair into a ponytail, but using an elastic band like men do. She was wearing one of my shirts which was very flat across her chest, and my trousers now had turn ups, to make them fit her. "What happened to your breasts?", I asked. "What are you talking about, Susie?", she answered in a gruff voice. "Men don't have breasts! Have all of those pregancy hormones gone to your head, girl?" I began to realise that this was part of the game too, and remembered I'd have to be 'good' if I wanted to remove the shoes later. "Sorry, darling,", I said. "You're right. Ignore me if I say something silly." She came over and began to kiss me and I felt my cock rise up. Confined as it was though, it became uncomfortable. Susie saw my pained look and said, "Not another of those cramps? I'm sure glad I'm not a girl!" "This isn't funny, Susie!", I began, but she silenced me. "Stop calling me by your name!", she said angrily. "I'm not into your kinky stuff. Remember that I'm a man and I expect to be treated as one. Is that clear?" "Yes.", I answered. "Now just to check you've understood," she continued, "Are you male or female?" "I'm female.", I answered. Boy, did it feel odd, saying that! "Are you a boy or a girl?", she then asked. "I'm a girl." "And what's your name, girl?" "Susie", I said. "Good.", she said. "At least your mind hasn't completely gone." She began to kiss me again, and once more my cock rose up and began to hurt. This time, though, Susie didn't acknowledge my discomfort. She simply stood up and said, "Let's go to bed." I got up from the chair too quickly, and felt a stab of pain as the 'baby' kicked out. Susie caught my eye and siad, "Well, it's your fault! You wanted to satisfy your maternal instinct, Susie!" I said nothing and wandered unsteadily over to the door, tottering on the unfamiliar heels. Once again I climbed the stairs slowly and carefully, my long fingernails scraping the handrail, and my feet uncomfortably jammed on tiptoe by these shoes. Susie was right behind me. "Come on girl!", she said. "I 'm feeling sexy and I need you now." We made it to the bedroom and I flopped down onto the bed to get my breath back. Susie undid her trousers, and pulled them off. I smiled when I saw she was even wearing boxer shorts underneath. She slid those down and I could smell her musky aroma. I realised she must be so aroused she was almost dripping! She undid the shirt, and underneath was a vest. I realised that she had used something to strap her breasts down, because I could see an outline through her vest. There was no time for me to undress. She climbed on top of me, and quickly reached underneath my skirt to undo the tape holding back my cock. The relief was immediate, and she quickly sank down onto it. I had been right. She was so turned on that just this action made her begin to gasp, and by the time she had moved into her favourite position - male role missionary sex, she was almost there! I had a horrible feeling that she might even try a nasty male trick on me - come first and leave me waiting unsatisfied! As things turned out though, I was quickly as turned on as her. She kept saying, "You're such a beautiful girl, Susie." as she allowed her hands to roam over my body, fondling the fake breasts, and running her fingers through my hair. In turn I ran my fingers down her back, and got my revenge by scratching her back with my long nails. She leaned forward and kissed my, and the feel of her lips on my lipstick covered ones felt amazing. "You're so gorgeously feminine. Those long girlish nails turn me on soooo much.", she murmered and then began to buck as the orgasm hit her. The waves of pleasure running through her body tipped me over the edge, and I too began to moan with pleasure. It took some time for the electric feelings to fade away, and Susie clearly didn't want to stop the game. She rolled over and began to snore. I thought this was her play acting, but didn't want to wake her in case she really was asleep. I eased myself around until I was sitting up. I couldn't undo the shoes until I saw a small key on the bedside table. Sure enough this was the right key but I couldn't pick it up with those nails! After several minutes I managed to lift the key but it took a lot of concentration before I finally undid the shoes. The blessed relief was indescribable. Next, I had to undo the dress. This time the nails helped, because they extended my reach far enough to reach the zipper. Gradually I eased myself out of the dress and then faced the same nightmare task to remove the stockings and suspenders. In the end I just undid the suspender belt and pulled it off still attached to the stockings. I gave up trying to undo the bra, and resigned myself to wearing it all night. Then I realised that Susie wasn't snoring any more. I turned and saw she was watching me, trying to stifle a giggle. "That was so funny!", she said, bursting into laughter. "Watching you undress was the funniest thing I've ever seen. You just *HAVE* to do this again. Will you help me get my tits out of this thing?" Together, we undid the bandage she had used to tie down her breasts and they sprang back. I leaned over and kissed her nipples and she sighed with pleasure. It seemed to me that the game was over, so I said, "Does this mean you're a girl again?" "Yes.", she replied. "But don't forget so are you!" "Won't you help me remove this belly thing then?", I asked. "No, of course not.", she answered. "Real girls stay pregnant when they're asleep. So should you." I spent a very uncomfortable night, as I found it impossible to sleep on my stomach as I normally do, but eventually I did drift off. The morning was a real shock. Susie had brought me breakfast in bed and as I sat up, the lurch in my stomach reminded me of my 'condition'. "How's my girl this morning?", Susie asked. "You've made your point.", I said. "Pregnancy is hard work. Can I stop now?" She instantly asnswered. "Not on your life, girl! You agreed to a weekend, so a whole weekend is what it will be!" After breakfast she helped my dress again, and patched my makeup which had smeared everywhere during the night. I staggered down the stairs and eased myself into a chair when I heard the doorbell ring. I could hear Susie's voice in the hallway. "Hi girls! Come on in! Yes, you'll never believe it until you see it......" ***************************************** Part 2 ***************************************** I tried to leap up from the chair, but the weight of the belly was too great and I slumped back down. I tried to get up again and was rewarded with a kick in the chest from the 'baby'. As I resigned myself to being seen , the door swung open and Susie came back into the room followed by a crowd of people. "I thought you'd find your pregnancy easier with a few other girls to help!",Susie said excitedly. I turned my head and saw that Susie had brought along four of the girls from her school. Each of them was about 14 years old and in the first flush of womanhood, but also wearing a bulky maternity dress heavily padded by another empathy belly. Susie began the introductions. "Ladies, this is my boyfriend Mike, but by virtue of his new femininity, tonight he is Susan, and I'll be Mike. And Susan, these are four of my pupils. Carol, Diane, Sandra and Kathy." As she was speaking I glanced up at the girls. I hadn't realised that Susie had access to more than one of the bellies, but she went on to explain that the girls got more out of the course when several girls could experience the same thing simultaneously. They would be able to encourage each other, share experiences, and participate in the same sessions practicing breathing exercises for the birth. The size of the belly on the girls was the same as mine but since it was on a female form it seemed to be much more realistic. I also noticed that none of the girls were wearing outfits as feminine as mine. Although they wore similar maternity dresses, all were in flat shoes, all had short uncoloured fingernails and I was certain that I was the only one in stockings. As I looked at them there were four curious sets of eyes glancing over me, taking in my new feminine shape. I realised that I must look very odd - the wig and make up on my obviously male face; the vastly distended breasts with ther straps of my nursing bra showing through the dress, followed by the huge bulge of the 'baby'. The ridiculously high heels with their little padlocks and the immensely long fingernails were the icing on the cake, and at least one of the girls began to stifle a giggle. It was a matter of moments before they all descended into laughter, and as I went a brighter shade of pink Susie attempted to calm them down. "Come on girls", she began. "You should be pleased that he's got into the spirit of things so much. How many of *YOUR* boyfriends would be prepared to find out what pregnancy is like? None of *THEM* are man enough to be a girl for a few hours!" It seemed like an uphill task, but gradually I saw what I took to be a grudging admiration from a couple of the girls. Carol and Diane just continued to smirk. Since Susie was still clearly in charge of things I began to relax. "Now, ladies!", she began. "You're all hear for your first pregnancy class to understand and practice the breathing exercises during birth. Grab a space on the floor and we'll begin." "But..", I said, and was immediately silenced. "That includes you Susie!" We all took a seat on the floor and Susie (sorry, Mike) instructed us in the position to adopt, then she led us through the breathing exercises. I was finding the whole thing incredibly tedious and began to gaze vacantly around the room. Suddenly I realised with a shock that two of the girls were looking up my skirt and getting a full view of my stocking tops and panties. I slammed my knees together and Susie turned towards me. She quickly caught on what was happening as the girls giggled again. "Get used to it girl!", she said. "When you're having a baby, all sorts of strange people will be looking up your dress, and seeing a lot more than just your panties!" At this all of the girls began to laugh so Susie called a halt to the meeting. "Well that's probably a good time to stop.", she said. "Susie has to get back to being a man for Monday morning, and you lot all have school tomorrow." "That's not fair!", exclaimed Carol. "How come we have to be pregnant for a month and he gets away with a weekend?" Suddenly there was a chorus of 'yeahs' and I realised that all five of them were ganging up on me. "It does seem a little unfair, now you mention it", began Susie. "But what about work?", I asked. "That's your problem!" "But I can't spend a whole month dressed as a girl!", I yelled. "Of course you can - unless you want all of us to tell the world about your pregnancy fantasy!", Susie calmly replied. "MY fantasy!", I screamed. "This was your idea!" "Who are they going to believe?", asked Diane thoughtfully. "The five of us, or one rather sick pervert who wants to be a pregnant woman?" "You wouldn't dare!", I began, before realising that they all could, and would! This began to look like a well planned trap that I had walked into, and when I asked, Susie confimed it. "When I found you'd dress up for me, I wanted to take it a little further. The empathy belly was a perfect excuse, and inviting this lot was just a last minute idea to keep this going." I started to plead with them. I couldn't spend a month dressed as a girl! I'd lose my job! I'd lose my friends! I'd be an outcast! By this stage I was almost in tears, and I could see that Susie was on the brink of relenting. Suddenly Carol burst out with an idea. "It wouldn't be fair to make you lose your job over this, but we really ought to let you experience the fullness of pregnancy. What if we let you off wearing the belly at work, and you put it back on for evenings and weekends?" "For how long?", I asked. "Nine months, of course!", replied Diane. "That's settled, then!", said Susie, without even consulting me. "But to remind you during the day, that you're a girl, you will have to continue wearing girl's underwear!" "Yes, and you'll have to keep coming to our pregnancy classes too!", laughed Kathy. "This is going to be fun!" "For whom?", I asked, and they all giggled. "For us, silly!", said Sandra. And so began my nine long months of pregnancy. I didn't dare go out in the evenings or weekends; my skills at making up were improving but I still looked like a pregnant man in drag. This led to me losing touch with most of my friends. Each evening I'd return home, and immediately strap on the belly again. My bra would change from a flat piece of unloaded cloth to a stretched out and straining garment, well filled by the giant breasts of the empathy belly. My panties would fit better as the belly's straps hid my genitals from view and gave me a flat feminine crotch. Finally I would put on one of my growing collection of maternity garments. At first friends might try to visit in the evenings, but as Susie trotted out excuse after excuse for my absence, fewer and fewer people called for me. At least, fewer and fewer of my old friends. I got to know the four girls from Susie's school really well, as they were popping in all the time. They seemed to appreciate the fact that I understood what they were going through. Most of their boyfriends had long ago stopped sympathising, and were telling them they should just stop wearing the bellies, and go back to being 'normal'. I think Susie began to feel a bit put out that there were four girls always visiting me, so when the girls' month of pregnancy was up and they all continued to visit, she stepped up the outfits I had to wear to work. It wasn't enough just to wear a bra - now it had to be a padded bra, increasing the risk of my discovery; panties alone weren't enough, I also had to wear a slip, which of course wouldn't go down my jeans and was always lumped around my waist, in danger of revealing itself whenever I bent over. My outfits for evenings and weekends also became more feminine. I have no idea how Susie found a pregnancy ball gown, but I was given this to wear, with the skirt pushed out by layers and layers of petticoats. It didn't make any difference - the more feminine I looked, the more interested the four girls bacame in what Susie was going to make me wear next, so they visited even more often. Spending all of my time, both at work and at home, wearing a bra, panties and stockings had an impact on my whole life. At work I was increasingly petrified of revealing my girly underthings and began to always use a cubicle in the lavatory. I had to stop playing squash at lunch times because I could no longer change without revealing my feminine underwear, or shaved legs. Several times I found myself leaving for work still wearing lipstick, or earrings, a bracelet or a necklace. Susie had long ago stopped warning me about any residual femininity. It wasn't all bad, though. After a few months I realised that my muscles were much better toned from carrying round the weight of the belly every night. I had lost a lot of weight and was fitter than ever. I had also become used to the feminine underwear, and now felt odd if I wasn't wearing a bra. Sex was better than ever, since Susie became much more highly charged in the male role, delighting in having this feminised and pregnant male to dominate My nine months were almost up when something changed the situation. We were having sex, with Susie on top of course, when our condom burst. Susie was horrified, but I thought this was hilarious. At last I might get some revenge! There was no way I'd let her take a morning after pill - she would get to see what she'd put me through! Sure enough Susie became pregnant as a test revealed a few days later and she was dreading it. I had a whale of a time, and gave her hell about what she would be going through... after all, I'd experienced it all first hand! By the time her pregnancy began to show, I was no longer wearing the belly. I had made it through nine long months and knew exactly what Susie would be experiencing. Besides, she was no longer finding it fun, when she couldn't exploit my weakness - since she was even weaker! This was a perfect time for me to go back to masculinity, especially as Susie was no longer comfortable in the 'on top' position, but I just couldn't do it. After the thrill of satin and lace male underwear was no fun. It was scratchy and unpleasant so I felt compelled to carry on wearing it - to Susie's delight. I also felt so strange, uncomfortable and exposed without a bra that I also had to continue wearing those too. Susie was ecstatic about this, but her condition precluded her taking any male role. Her swollen belly and expanding breasts made her attempts at masculinity impossible so we compromised; we began having what she described as a lesbian relationship. We were both girls from this point onwards. Eventually, her nine months were up. We had been to the pregnancy classes together and my first hand experience had gained me valuable credibility - except with the other males! If I was ever unsympathetic, Susie would casually reach behind me and 'ping' my bra strap, safe in the knowledge that I would never be able to retaliate! In the hospital she had a fairly easy birth, but the staff were a little confused by her comments, "You never found out what this bit was like, did you?" She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. "I'm kind of getting used to having just us two girls around the place", said Susie after everything had quietened down. "It's going to cause trouble with a new male around.... I think he'll have to be a girl too." "I'm not sure that's a good idea...", I began but Susie stopped me. "But it's what we'll do. And we can't continue this relationship 'living in sin!' We'll have to get married - and there's no way that *I'M* being a frilly girly bride! And while we're at it, we can't have you wearing these big bras with nothing to go in them. We'll have to get you some real breasts...." Life was likely to get a great deal more feminine! THE END