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Passion By MariLynn William Marilynnfl@ Hotmail. com As I sit here, I'm wearing a demi cup lace and silk push-up bra that barely contains my now truly abundant breasts as they strain against my ruffled white silk blouse. I'm wearing a snug fitting short gray skirt, accented with gray silk nylons, and my gray heels. I have long fingernails painted glowing red, shoulder length auburn hair brushed out so I can show it off. A gorgeous wedding and engagement ring set on my left hand, expensive jewelry everywhere. To see how flawlessly made up my face is you'd think I just came home from posing as the cover girl for a woman's magazine. I guess you could say I'm pretty, but I was born and raised as a male! I now have a perfect and completely functioning female body that my husband loves to ravish, but even knowing, and accepting that this is the real me, for the rest of my life, I still feel like I'm living a dream that will end when I wake up. Let me start at the beginning and try to explain how this all happened. I've been in the closet, a crossdresser since I was 11, afraid someone would find out, but I did manage to dress as a girl for Halloween a few times, which was the extent of my adventures in public. I never had the courage to tell anyone the real reason why I wanted to be dressed as a girl. As time went by, I met and married my wife. I did convince my wife to let me dress me up for Halloween a few times, but I had had trouble walking in heels so she had to coach me a little. The fact that I always had traditionally male jobs with an image to maintain and she was tickled to see me struggling in those heels. As the night wore on and I became comfortable, she began to watch me closely. Up to this point I was afraid our marriage would end if I ever told her about my desire to dress as a woman. Then she told me that I looked very comfortable dressed as a woman, and I broke down and finally admitted to her that this was a life long fascination of mine. I told her I even had a female name I picked for myself, Passion, which is a bit offbeat and made her giggle, but I liked it. After some discussion, she said she could live with my dressing up, if I was open with her, and I said I would be. Her biggest concern of course was our reputation. Some of my jobs were very visible to the general public, and I was well known by too many people to take the chance of being recognized, especially if I ever dared to venture out in public dressed as a woman, except for events like this one. Long before I met my wife, from the time I was old enough to hold and aim a camera, I have had a love of photography and even had a small sideline business doing commercial and wedding photography. My wife enjoyed the extra income the photography generated so she didn't complain too much when I had to spend time away from her shooting assignments. Short of shooting X rated porno stuff, I accepted just about any kind of photography job that was offered to me. My wife became used to me taking photos of strange things in strange places. Circumstances changed, and we decided to move to Florida to be closer to family, which was scattered around the surrounding three states. Also by this time, I had been connected to the Internet for a few years and finally discovered that there were lots of other men around the world who enjoyed crossdressing as much as I did, and no longer felt like I was the only one. I found that most of the men I met in the chat rooms, were also married and had professional careers, which was heartening. After moving, I was totally anonymous to our neighbors, so I wanted to be a little more courageous about being seen in public, but I needed some help to appear as feminine and pretty as I had always dreamed of. My wife agreed to let me go out once in a while, and she even helped me a few times. Just being out in public was a real thrill for me, and each time we went out she saw that I was getting better. Then it happened. We were at home, and I was ready to change clothes when she came in with that look in her eye. I recognized it, smiled and started to unbutton my blouse, but she said no, and proceeded to undress me herself! When I was down to bra and panties she dragged me to bed, and it was wonderful. I had never seen her this way before, but I wasn't complaining! As soon as we got settled, I got back online as soon as I could, and as I surfed through the many pages I had bookmarked, some new links appeared, and checking them out, I found a few that said they lived in Florida. On some obscure link on a "friends" page I found the web site of a drop-dead gorgeous female impersonator named Cheryl, who I e-mailed right away. I told her that I was a CD and offered to help her with photography if she needed any new photos taken. My timing was perfect! She said she had been looking for a new photographer but they all charged more than she could afford. Between us, we came up with a barter plan to help each other. I told her that I would gladly shoot all the photos she wanted for her portfolio so she could update her web site, in exchange for her help. I wanted her to do a makeover on me, and that way I could finally set up my own web site and include attractive pictures of myself. My heart almost stopped when she said she liked the idea. I told my wife, who wanted to come along, so I dressed, wearing a skirt and blouse, but brought along my best dress and my makeup kit and spare wig. Cheryl was very pleasant, and wore trim slacks and a peasant top when we met her for the first time. After some preparation, she not only did a makeover on me, she also let me wear several of her wigs and two of the outfits she wears in her shows. I was in Heaven! My wife took pictures of me, posed several different ways, then Cheryl went to change. To say she looked spectacular is an understatement. I know a number of real women that would like to look as good as she does! We had a small dinner together, then my wife and I went home. I changed, and developed the pictures, made the prints, and sent them to her. That night, my wife again almost attacked me. Maybe I was onto something here! Cheryl called and told me she was getting lots of compliments about her new photos. After showing her new pictures to some of the entertainers she worked with, she asked if I would be willing to come to the club and shoot pictures of all the girls who worked there. She also mentioned that once the other girls found out that I also loved to dress, they offered to help me by showing me other tricks they use plus more makeovers. She said they wanted to see if they could make me into a sexy alluring woman. I agreed, and that weekend my wife and I went to the club where she worked, which is when I met Ron for the first time. Ron is a very wealthy businessman that loves drag queens, but he especially loves them if they are post-op Transsexuals. Since moving to Florida, I had bounced around at a few different sales jobs, but never seemed to find one that I liked. It was because of the pictures I did for the Cheryl and a few of the other girls that Ron later offered to hire me as the club photographer for the 2 drag clubs he owned. The steady money was more than a nice supplement to my income, and the chance to be around such stunning impersonators was a real treat for me. A few months later, and after a few makeover sessions with the club's entertainers, I brought some photos of myself to the club. Ron saw them, not knowing it was me, because he had never seen me in the club dressed as a woman. His eyes pop wide open and he said, "I didn't know she was back in this area! Where is she living now? I have to find her!" It turned out that when I'm dressed, I'm almost the twin sister of a transsexual he was madly in love with. He had forced her to break off their relationship by being overly possessive of her. He wanted her all to himself, and she wasn't allowed to pursue the lucrative video and modeling career she had always wanted. That was a few years back, but it was obvious that he still carried the torch for her. When he found out that the twin of this girl was actually me, he tried everything he could think of to get me to come to the club dressed while I was doing my photography. He wasn't very happy when I told him that I was married, and my wife knew that I dressed as a woman. That meant that I had no intention of getting entangled with him. Three of the girls working there explained his reputation for being possessive, and I was thankful for the tip they gave me. My wife got use to the idea of me taking photos of female impersonators, and she enjoyed all the extra money I was bringing home from all the referrals, so she didn't get upset when some of the girls called and asked for private photo sessions. I had been looking for a way to tell my wife that my love of dressing as a woman was getting stronger, when Cheryl came over. Together we told my wife that Ron really wanted to see me dressed, then Cheryl told my wife that all the entertainers wanted to have some fun with me. They wanted to dress me as if I was going on stage rather than for the street, and we could set up a photo session by dressing me as a woman in some of their outfits. It would be just for the fun of it, to see how I'd look. We all agreed on it, and set a date, which was a week from Saturday. My wife I went to Cheryl's house a few hours before I was due at the club. We decided to take the extra time to do my makeup find an outfit that would turn every head in the club, and when Cheryl said she had it, she was right! Especially when it came to Ron's reaction when he saw me! Cheryl had me shave my legs and chest again, then she attached some very natural looking B cup breastforms. I was so happy to see myself with boobs that I almost had a heart attack. She spent about an hour making sure that my makeup was absolutely perfect, then Cheryl shocked me when she said that I could wear her favorite dress which was a snug fitting deep blue sequined cocktail style dress with a hem that was almost 3 inches above my knees. It was low cut with long sleeves that slightly billowed at my shoulders. Then she gave me a pair of beautiful dangle style, clip-on rhinestone earrings to wear. She added a gorgeous matching necklace and had me step into a pair of her shoes that were blue sequined 3 inch heels which matched the dress. She topped off my outfit with a gorgeous auburn wig which she styled to perfection. She looked at my hands and shook her head. The next thing I knew she and my wife were gluing fake nail extensions to my fingernails, which were painted a deep red. When I finally got up and was able to see the "new me" I was speechless! I would marry the person looking back at me in the mirror without hesitation! Cheryl had made my lifetime dream come true! My wife was shaken by the way I looked, but smiling as we left the house. When I entered the club, everyone was watching me as I walked into the room next to where the stage was located. Within a few minutes a few guys approached me asking all kinds of questions and wanting to buy me drinks! Cheryl and my wife quickly dragged me into the ladies room, saying that I needed to touch up my hair. While we were in there, Cheryl told me that Ron had seen me and he was in love all over again, which was a shock to me, and my wife! Now what do I do? When we came out of the ladies room, and saw that Ron was waiting there for us, or shall I say he was waiting for me. He took my hand and kissed it! Then he went on to give me compliment after compliment about how gorgeous and feminine I looked. He escorted me to a special table that he had reserved, close to the stage, telling me that it was "our" table now. He could tell that I was very nervous and started to tone down his aggressiveness a little, but when the DJ played a slow song (I think Ron had pre-arranged it) he pulled me up and said lets dance. As we started to dance I tried to position my hands like a proper lady, one hand in his and the other on the corner of his shoulder. Well, that didn't last too long when he pulled me close and I found both of my arms around his neck and his arms encircling me, with one hand in the middle of my back and the other creeping slowly down to massage my rear! I looked over and did not se Cheryl or my wife at the table, or anywhere else! Being in Ron's arms made me feel feminine, desirable, and very sexy. In other words, I was in trouble with myself. I had never even had one close, male relationship in my life. Not like this anyway! It was even hard for me to kiss my Dad like all kids do as they are growing up, and yet here I was being seduced by a man, and I was loving it! I was also confused, scared and in Heaven at the same time. All of my life I had wanted to dress, and be seen as a desirable woman, and now that I was, I didn't know what to do next. Since he was also my boss, and had control over the extra income my wife expected me to bring home, I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that, but I wasn't sure how to gracefully back away without getting him mad. While we were dancing he shifted the position of his arms a little and I took my head off of his shoulder to look at him. Our faces met nose to nose, he put his hand on the back of my head, and slowly pulled me towards his lips. I could have resisted, but I didn't, and our lips met. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth, my heart was pounding, and I was turned on in a way I had never felt before. I returned his kiss and our tongues met once again. I was so overwhelmed by my mixed emotions that I started to cry. Cheryl was watching the whole time and came over to ask me to go to the ladies room with her again to touch up my makeup. "You're wife's pager went off and after she called she said to tell you that she would be at home later, after she took care of something, and for you to have a good time. When asked me what had happened, I tried to explain to her that I loved feeling so special, but as a married male, who always thought of himself as heterosexual, I was very confused and ecstatic at the same time. She warned me again about Ron's possessive nature, and said that he would take things very seriously unless I acted more neutral towards his passionate advances. We went back to Ron's table and I acted as if nothing was wrong. Ron made sure that I was sitting next to him, then, I found his hand creeping up my thigh, which I stopped, by gently removing his hand and saying that I wasn't ready for that yet. He looked a little hurt, but he looked happy when I let him put his arm around my shoulders instead Cheryl took me home where my wife told me that her sister had been in an accident. Because I did not want to cause a problem at home, I only dressed as Passion, and only for the club, twice a month, and each time I would dress at Cheryl's then go back there to remove my makeup. Ron was still very interested in me, but Cheryl had warned him to go slowly if he didn't want to chase me away like he did to his last girlfriend. Ron and I did dance and snuggle on the dance floor, but we didn't get anymore intimate than that. He asked me out to dinner one night instead of staying at the club to shoot pictures, and I accepted. Being wealthy, he only went to the best places. Luckily I was wearing one of Cheryl's elegant dresses that would let me fit right in at a fancy restaurant. Ron was an old fashioned romantic that the girls enjoy reading about in the romance paperbacks. He made me feel like the most special woman alive, and found it growing harder to resist his charms. After dinner we took a walk in the park across from the restaurant, found a bench and sat down so I could rest my weary feet. I wasn't accustomed to wearing heels for hours on end. I was so caught up in the mood of the evening that I eagerly enjoyed it when he pulled me close to kiss me. When he told me that he loved me I panicked. He told me that he wanted to pay for me to have every type of feminizing surgery that's available including the surgery if I wanted it. He said that he couldn't live without me, and that he wanted me to be his wife! I reminded him that I was already married and had obligations at home. He said that if I would live with him as Passion full time, he would make my wife financially secure person with no money worries for the rest of her life. He thought that would give me the freedom to be his wife. Shocked to the core, I said I would give it some thought and asked him to take me to Cheryl's so I could change. As my internal confusion grew worse, I stayed away from the club for a while. One night, when it seemed right, I told my wife about Ron, and what he had suggested. I also told her how much I loved being dressed as a woman. That's when she told me she already knew that I loved it. "In a way, I think your sexy when you're all dressed up myself. I don't know why, but I do." That night we lay in bed together talking about it. About ten Ron called and asked me if I'd be interested in a new and easy way to make large sums of money. I told him that I was not a hooker even though we did need more money than I was making at the time. He told me that a friend of his had created an appliance that would be a big help in the entertainment business, especially for female impersonators and CD's, maybe even the medical field, and he needed someone to help him sell people on the idea of using the appliance. He asked me to meet him at his friend's office, and it would all be explained to me in detail if I were interested. I told him my wife and I would be there. Saturday morning I arrived at the office of his friend, which was located in a nearby industrial park. Jeff was well known in the industry for being a whiz when it came to making all sorts of medical products out of silicone. Jeff told us that he created a perfectly lifelike female torso body form that could be attached to anyone, then be totally undetectable. Knowing that the number of actors, crossdressers, female impersonators and so on was quite large, he had a sure thing if it was any good. Most crossdressers, even the casual ones, take their dressing seriously, and all the female impersonators are always looking for ways to perfect their illusions, so it sounded like a very good idea. Then there were all of the pre-op girls who would like to know what it really feels like in a female body before they have surgery. Jeff saw a sizeable market to sell his appliance, but he needed a model that could go to clubs, and possibly homes, to show potential buyers what someone would actually look like when they were wearing it. Then he asked would I like to be that model! I hesitated, then looked at my wife. She nodded her head yes, so how could I say no? It took Jeff about an hour to set up the laser so he could get precise measurements of my body, from my chin to my knees, all in three dimensions so he could create my new female form. Then he made a mold of my face as well. He told us to come back in a few hours and to bring a complete set of female clothing for me to wear. I contacted Cheryl who she said she would come back with us and help with the makeup. For the next few hours of waiting I was a bundle of nervous excitement. Cheryl, Ron my wife and I met Jeff at 2 p.m. He said he was ready for me, but first, I had to use a hair remover cream and shower in his lab to remove all my body hair below my eyebrows so the special body adhesive would work. He told my wife and I that the adhesive would last three days, which meant that I would have no choice but to dress as a woman. Again I looked to my wife, and saw her nod her head yes. After I was completely dry he used a large brush to paint the adhesive onto my body. The new appliance would start under my chin, and cover me completely to my knees, so he had to brush the adhesive everywhere including my crotch and behind. The body form was made from a mold taken of a very shapely, woman, and it looked absolutely real. It was designed so that you stepped into the leg portion like pulling on tight Spandex shorts which were attached to a complete upper front torso. The upper body portion wraps around you and is joined by a nearly invisible seam running down the backbone. As you step into the form and pull it up, there is a special sleeve that you insert your penis into, which pulls it down between your legs and that means you sit to pee. The form also has a totally functional, lifelike vagina that allows the wearer to have sex as a woman, with a man. The sleeve is situated in such a way that it allows the male partner's penis to rub against the form wearers sleeved penis during penetration, which creates mutual orgasms for both of them. The only drawback to the process of having the body form attached is time. From hair removal to walking out the door as a new woman takes 4 hours, but that's mainly due to the time it takes for the special body adhesive to "set" properly while you are sitting as still as possible. And there are different degrees of adhesive power so someone can choose to keep the body form on from a minimum of 3 days to maximum of a month depending on how serious they are about living as a woman. This test for me today was going to last 3 days and I was very anxious to see myself in this new body shape. Once the adhesive was ready, Jeff helped get me into the body form. It was a very weird sensation feeling my penis being drawn into the sleeve, and then up between my legs. Having to sit to pee, and having the ability to have sex and be penetrated as a woman, heightened my anticipation. Everyone noticed how excited I was, including my wife, but Ron had a seductive smile on his face. Once the lower portion was positioned correctly, and was comfortable, the upper part was pulled up and wrapped around my chest and the seams were joined on my back. As the seams were pulled together the narrow cut and unforgiving form acted like a corset and gave me an hour glass figure as it pulled up my new full and rounded female backside. The breasts were lined up directly over my own nipples, and I could feel them as they pushed against my skin. Jeff had imbedded some kind of mechanism in the breasts so that when the nipples on the form were touched or caressed the feeling was transmitted directly to my own nipples as if it was they that were actually being touched. I was very impressed with the technology that Jeff had invented, and was sure that this body form would be easy to sell. Then my wife shocked me when she mentioned that my voice wasn't high enough to sound feminine, Jeff produced a throat spray that tightened my vocal chords and lasted 12 to 18 hours before they needed to be sprayed again. Now I was really impressed! While I was sitting and waiting for the adhesive to set, Cheryl opened her makeup kit and was going to start doing my face for me when Jeff stopped her. With all the excitement about my new female body I had forgotten about the mold he made of my face earlier. Jeff came over and used a small brush to apply the same adhesive to my cheeks, lips and around my eyes. He then produced a small box containing my new face! After the adhesive was ready, he attached new cheeks to my thin face. Then, as if he was doing a face lift, he stretched the skin around my eyes and attached very thin silicone sheets giving my 45 year old face that was starting to wrinkle, the new face of a 35 year old! He finished the facial process by giving me fuller lips that had all the feel and sensation as if they were my own. As a surprise to me he used the same adhesive around my entire hairline and attached a gorgeous softly permed shoulder length auburn wig made of human hair which I later found out was a present from Ron. I was totally shocked that I could feel everything through the silicone, which made it feel so natural. Cheryl went to work on my new face and had a strange grin all the while she was working on me. I finally asked her what she was thinking and she said?"you'll see in a few minutes." When Cheryl was finished doing my makeup, she spun the chair around so that my wife, Ron and Jeff could see the finished results. Ron, who always had something to say, was totally speechless, standing there with his mouth wide open looking as if he was going to cry. Jeff was all smiles, and my wife had a stunned look on her face. I asked Ron what was wrong and all he could say is "You're the exact copy of the love I lost." I looked at Cheryl and she said that I didn't just look like Ron's girlfriend, I looked like her exact clone! Ron was very quiet which was very unusual for him, and I was getting concerned. I went into another room with my wife and Cheryl, who helped me get dressed. Cheryl had brought a very stylish, fitted pink suit that had a snug fitting skirt that was 3 inches above my knees, pink heels, and a white lace blouse for me to make my debut into the world. The white lace push-up bra I was wearing pushed my breasts up, accenting my new cleavage when I left the top buttons open on my blouse. My wife simply stared at me, then smiled, and we hugged. As I came back into the main room Ron was staring at me like he had just seen a ghost. He walked over to me, swept me into his arms and said "I love you, and won't let you get away this time". Then, without regard for my wife standing there, he kissed me passionately. If Cheryl, my wife, and Jeff weren't there, I'm sure he would have raped my new body on the spot. Feeling ultra feminine in my new body and the sexy pink outfit I felt myself succumbing to his manliness. After a few moments he said "I love you Passion. You're the most special woman in the world to me. Please promise that you won't ever leave me." I didn't know what to say that wouldn't anger him so I kept quiet and just smiled. Ron told me he had invited some of his friends to the club, especially the ones that had girlfriends working there to meet me. He said that because many of the girls would love to have a body like I had now, and these men could easily afford the body forms for their girls, it would be a nice demonstration. He floored me with a business proposal. It seems that he and Jeff had formed a partnership to create and sell the new body form. Based on Ron's own observations, Ron said he wanted me to quit my regular go- nowhere job and work exclusively for him selling the new body form. My wife and I wanted to know about the money of course. He said he would pay me a salary of $1,000 a week salary, and I would receive $1,000 for every new body form that we sold. He told us that they were charging $5,000 for the body form I was wearing, which meant that Ron could easily pay me a nice commission. This was his complete proposal. During the week I would live my usual male life, with my wife, but on Friday mornings I would go to Jeff's lab, and have my body form attached. I would become Passion for the weekend, and stay in Jeff's guest bedroom that would be redecorated in a very feminine way to help me stay in focus. Ron would have people come to meet me and examine the new body form, and on occasions I would be flown to other parts of the country to meet potential customers. Since my wife had never seen me dress and look this good, I was apprehensive about accepting his offer, but when I thought about all the money I could make for the both us, I thought she would try to be accepting and understanding. Her face said it all, but she and I talked, alone, in the office. She had a few reservations, especially about my staying with Jeff, so we decided I would stay at home, but accept the deal. Ron didn't like the fact that I would stay at home, but he knew a losing battle when he saw one. My wife and I went home, with her sneaking glances at me now and then along the way. My wife wanted to see me naked again, so, as she sat on the bed and watched, I did a slow strip for her, one piece at a time hitting the floor until I was standing there naked. My new body was so undetectably believable nobody would have thought I was any less than a natural born biological woman. Then I watched as my wife stripped all her clothes off and lay in bed! I lay next to her, and we played discover together. The body suit had a lot of very neat things built into it that Jeff forgot to tell me about. My wife showed me instead. The following day was Saturday, and that afternoon I asked Cheryl to help me do everyday makeup. I wanted it to go along with my simple dress and low heeled shoes. My wife watched, and when she was done with me she turned to my wife, and without a word started to do her. Cheryl was fantastic as she made my wife look ten years younger. Cheryl told me to be at the club by nine, and left me staring at my wife. She is simply gorgeous! We were sitting at the table talking when we heard the doorbell ring. I went to answer the door, and saw my sister in law standing there! I acted like I was a new neighbor getting acquainted with my wife. My wife was very cordial, and acted just like she would if she was talking to any other woman. With the latex sheets that Jeff had used to stretch the skin around my eyes, my sister in law didn't recognize me at all. After 10 minutes of making small talk, I felt like I had passed the test and it was time to leave. I picked up my purse and told my wife I had to go, but would call later. She nodded her head in understanding. She would let me know when my sister in law had left. I went shopping of course, all afternoon in fact, before I called home. Later, when we were alone, we talked about the whole process, and how this was going to make us wealthy. By wearing the suit, it would be easier to sell the new body form. Instead of being revolted by the idea that I now looked like a gorgeous woman, she said it would be fun having another girlfriend to shop with, go out to dinner with, and then she giggled as she put her hand on my leg. I knew what that meant! To say the least, I was in shock! I had expected all the bad reasons and comments she would have. Instead, she looked at the girl-fun side of it especially knowing that our yearly income would probably triple, and with my selling abilities, we would both have more money, plus the fun of shopping together for dresses and heels. When I went to the club that night, I told Ron and Cheryl about my wife's reaction, and they were both as relieved as I was. Ron said that he had some very serious customers coming to the club soon and he wanted to know if I was totally comfortable in the body form. I told him that it's gotten to the point that its like my own skin, and I hardly notice it anymore. Ron asked me to come to his office to discuss something important. I followed him while Cheryl stayed in the club. Ron had me sit down next to him on his plush leather couch and he held my hand. When I asked what was so important he put his finger to his lips to hush me, put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. He started tenderly stroking my lips and face, running his fingers through my long hair and around my ears, which he knew drove me crazy. Then he fondled my breasts, which I could feel as realistically as if they were my own, and my breathing started to increased. I was getting so turned on that I didn't pat attention to his hand, which was slowly creeping up my inner leg. When our lips met and our tongues probed each other's mouth, I was turned on, when his hand touched my breast, I was a goner. I was his to take. We stayed locked in a kissing and fondling embrace for what seemed like eternity, but was actually only a few minutes. When we came up for air he looked me in the eye and said that there was one more important feature about the body form that he and Jeff weren't completely sure about. When I asked, and I should have known if I wasn't so naive, he said that one of the most important selling features of the body form was its ability to function, and feel like a woman feels during sexual penetration by her male partner. Also there is the added benefit that the body form wearer will also receive the same mutual satisfaction, and be able to achieve an orgasm because of the way the thin, inner penis membrane is positioned. Now I knew what was coming. After he locked the office door, he sat back down next to me. "How can I sell a product without being able to say first-hand that it feels as good as we advertised?" I was still turned on, so how could I argue? I undressed and lay on the couch, ready. We both climaxed within minutes of his first penetration into my new womanhood. I was so caught up in being a woman for such a long period of time that I willingly submitted to him. I had the best feminine ecstasy of my life, knowing that I was able to please him as only a woman can please a man. The part that bothered me is when Ron told me that there would be occasions when his wealthy customers would insist on making love to me as the final proof before buying the body form for their own lovers. I hated the thought of that, because I wasn't a whore, and didn't want to be one. I had been slowly developing an affection of sorts for Ron, but I also knew that I couldn't make the money I promised to my wife if I was losing sales. When that inevitable time came I would just close my eyes and envision Ron on top of me instead of some stranger looking for a cheap thrill. Ron had been very good to me, and had fixed up a room for me at his house. I was making an average of $6000 a week now, which my wife and I were investing for our future. My wife and I now had a routine, and I almost never saw her except in the middle of the week, and even then, I was always dressed as a female. When the pressure got too much for both of us, we did make beautiful love but only when both of us felt horny at the same time. It had to be a mutual thing. The funny thing is that is exactly how it was with Ron and I. To all outward appearances the neighbors just assumed that Ron had a weekend girlfriend. Hell, the body form was so good that my own sister in law didn't suspect anything, even when I sat 3 feet away from her, so you know the neighbors didn't either. I would do all the "womanly chores" for us like going to the dry cleaners, the pharmacy and while doing the grocery shopping, and I often met the neighborhood ladies and chatted with them. In fact one of the neighbors was a Mary Kay saleslady who came over to show me her cosmetic line. After all the months of spending so many days in the body suit, being a woman was second nature to me now, and no one had a clue as to who was actually under all the silicone. When we lost out on some good potential sales to executives that could only get time off during the mid-week to meet me, we found out that my "weekend only" routine was going to have to change. If we were both going to reach the sales goals we set for ourselves, it meant that I was going to have to remain as Passion for longer periods of time, possibly a full week or longer, especially if I had to fly somewhere to meet a customer. By this time I had been making decent enough money to enable my wife to open a small craft and hobby shop that she had always dreamed of owning. She told me that she was pretty well preoccupied with all those responsibilities. While she wasn't too happy to hear the news that she would be seeing less of me in my male mode, we decided that we'd try to expand our fun and possibly go on vacation as 2 girls when she could get time away from her new store. With no hassle at home, and with visions of making lots of money, I told Jeff to use the strongest adhesive that he had, and I began living as Passion for up to 4 weeks at a time. After all the instructions and help I received from Cheryl with makeup application, hairstyling, and mannerisms, I was able to groom myself as good as any other woman, and Ron was always there to compliment me about it. Since I was becoming almost too comfortable about acting as Ron's wife around friends and neighbors, I decided that I would accept his offer to leave the guest bedroom and move into his master bedroom with the king size bed. We still honored each other's wishes about making love, but I found myself becoming more of an aggressor by wearing the sexiest Victoria Secret negligee and lingerie that I could find. It didn't take any words for Ron to catch my meaning. I also found that the longer I stayed full time in the body form, the harder it was to remember that I was still a male underneath it all. Ron loved buying me gifts, and he loved it when I dressed in very classy and elegant clothes. With all of the business connections Ron had around the city, he was required to go to many formal dinners and functions, and he loved showing me off to his non-drag club friends. They had no idea who I really was, and he loved for me to wear the sexiest, most alluring gowns and dresses I had, knowing that would make his friends eyes pop out. He was on an ego trip and wanted his friends to be jealous of him and his significant other, who was me. It was about this time that he floored me by presenting me with a gorgeous one carat diamond engagement ring. When I looked at him, I asked why? He said that to keep up appearances with the neighbors and his business associates, it would look better if they thought we were engaged. Since we live together and do everything else that married couple do, his logic made complete sense and it was a thrill looking at my long nailed fingers and seeing that diamond that told the world that I belong to this man. My wife and I got along surprisingly well during this time. Almost like lesbians. Since I was living as Passion for a month at a time now, with only a 2 day break in between to let my skin breathe, we had learned how to please each other. Taking turns using a strap-on dildo and a few other toys, we experimented, and made pleasure for each other. I always made sure that she was satisfied sexually so that this new way of life wouldn't be thrown back in my face in a divorce court someday for abandonment of sexual services. We did get away for a few weekends, but as two girls. She was amused when I consented to dance with the men who sometimes asked me to go home with them. When I was with her, I was in her bed that night, no matter how I dressed. Six months of living as Passion had gone by, and all of us were both making loads of money from the sales of the body forms. We had expanded, including burn victims and others with some form of disfigurement in our sales. But somehow, living with Ron so long had made me feel like being a wife was the natural thing to do, as long as I was in my body form and living as a woman that is. Ron was totally head over heels in love with me, and I was wondering what was going to happen if and when I felt the urge to go back to living full time as my male self. Then he floored me with another surprise out of the blue. We were walking through the mall doing some casual window shopping when he pulled me across the wide main aisle to the front of a bridal shop. He asked me what type of gown would I like to wear for our wedding. "Our wedding?" He said I'd been wearing that engagement ring for almost six months now, and my friends are wondering when our wedding date was going to be. He went on to say that it would help his corporate image if people saw him as a married man with a wife to come home to, instead of the playboy reputation he's had for a long time. He said that everyone sees us as the perfect couple and would love to see us married. I hated his logic, since it always makes sense. My wife thought it was funny. The following week I had my first fitting for a beautiful full skirted lace gown adorned with baby pearls and a long train. I asked my wife to be the Maid of Honor and Cheryl to be the sole Bridesmaids maid. Cheryl who now was wearing her own body form courtesy of her boyfriend. My wife couldn't believe it when I first told her, but she actually agreed to the wedding. I guess she was laughing under her breath, and I knew what she was thinking. If they only knew who the bride really is. Ron didn't tell me where we were going, but our honeymoon was a business write off because we traveled around the country seeing customers who couldn't come to see us. After we returned my wife wanted to know if I liked being a wife, and not thinking, I blurted out, yes. She said nothing at the time, and we settled back into our old routine. It was a year later, six months since I had become the blushing bride, that I was talking to Cheryl on the phone. I was telling her that I loved all the attention I got as a woman. I loved the way Ron made me feel like a princess, but somewhere deep inside of me my male self was yearning to surface and live as a man again, at least for a while. She was totally understanding and said she would be my best friend no matter how I lived. What I didn't know was that Ron had come home early and walked in quietly and overheard everything I said to Cheryl! He never mentioned hearing my conversation. A month later Ron and I were attending a formal dinner in a hotel where we discreetly met a friend of Ron's who had a male girlfriend who wanted a body form like mine. I danced with Ron's friend and even went to his room to have a few drinks with him and to show him how realistic all my female parts felt to a man. Everything seemed as it always did on a normal routine sales call. As we were leaving the hotel I was getting dizzy, and Ron commented that I probably had too much to drink. I fell asleep in the car and that was the last thing I remember till I heard strange voices calling my name. When my mind cleared enough to be able to assess my surroundings I discovered that I was in a hospital bed and couldn't move. My first thought was that we had a bad accident, and I wanted to know how Ron was, but I couldn't utter a word. I figured that my face must have gone through the windshield because my face and head were covered in thick bandages. In fact, the bandages were covering my mouth and nose leaving only two small openings for my eyes. How the heck was I breathing? My chest hurt a lot when I breathed deeply, and my whole lower body had very intense dull aches pulsing through it. My hands and feet were tied down and it hurt like hell to try to move them. My groin was burning. I felt lucky to be alive! A nurse came close to my face and asked if I was having a lot of pain. She said to blink 3 times fast if the answer was yes. As soon as I blinked for her I lost consciousness again. I woke up as someone was cutting away the bandages on my face. They told me that I had been in an induced coma to help me remain still while all the healing took place. When they lifted the front of the face bandage off I could see that it looked like a mold of someone's face that had been against mine all that time. I learned that I had a tube in my neck for the last two weeks, which kept me breathing while the face mold completely covered my nose and mouth. Only then did I learn the full extent of what happened to me. After overhearing my phone call with Cheryl, Ron became totally obsessed with the fear of losing me if I decided to go back to living my life as a male. While I was getting undressed for Ron's friend in the hotel room, his friend slipped a sedative into my drink, which made me pass out in the car. Once I was deep in sleep Ron took me to the hospital where he had prearranged everything weeks before. The doctor was more concerned with how much money he was getting rather than whether or not he had the patients agreement for surgery. Ron had thought of everything to cover his scheme. He had told all of his friends who knew about the real me that I wanted to become a real woman for him, but I didn't have the courage to go through with it unless I was sedated. Then he forged my signature on the surgery permission papers and took it a step further. He forged my signature on a statement that said I agreed to have surgery and become a woman for him, and as a gift to me he had given me $100,000 which was in a Swiss account under my name. As I lay in bed thinking about this whole mess I knew that no amount of money can ever give back to me what they removed in the operating room. I resigned myself to make the best of the situation but first I had to see what was done to me. The first thing I noticed as I propped myself up in bed, were the very noticeable twin mounds on my chest. The nurse told me they used a technique where they continually inflate a balloon device over a 10 day period to stretch the skin before putting the actual implants in. That way the boobs have a natural hanging appearance. And since Ron loves big boobs I was given size C breast implants. My aching back! It was obvious to me that my penis was gone, replaced by a very sore vagina that I would have to dilate regularly if I ever wanted to try to enjoy any sex in the future. God I hate Ron now! And the face mold? Ron used the mold that Jeff had made of me, and had it modified to be an exact duplicate of the last girl he loved and couldn't forget. Now I have her high cheek bones, cute upswept nose and full lips for the rest of my life. Plus they did a complete face lift while I was in the coma and now I look like I'm 35 all the time. The next day Cheryl and my wife showed up. Since my wife was use to me being away for long periods on business trips, she wasn't too concerned when she hadn't heard from me, but somehow, probably Cheryl, she heard about my surgery. Two weeks after I left the hospital I went home. When she opened the door and saw me she smiled and said I looked even more feminine than before. "I'm amazed at what they did to you with silicone and makeup. It's a good thing that you had all of that practice wearing that body form. When she said that I began to cry uncontrollably. When I calmed down enough, I told her that what Ron had done to me was without my permission. She again amazed me by being so calm and understanding. Then she told me that Ron had sent her a check for 200 grand! He told me what he had done, and why Passion. He said knew it was wrong, but that he couldn't bear losing you. Then she asked me if I was going back to him. I shook my head no, my anger at what he had done to me still there. My wife took my hand in hers and said that we had lots of fun as girlfriends before. She said we were like Lesbian lovers before, when it was only make believe, but now that I'm a real woman, she wanted to show you how much enjoyment two real women can really give to each other." We just sat there holding each other for hours while I learned just how much I love my wife. Lots of people called and stopped by when they heard I was home and congratulated me on having the courage to finally go through with the surgery. Apparently Ron had been telling everyone that I had done this for him instead of him doing it to me. With the perfectly forged permission documents and the money I received, it was hard to convince them otherwise, so I didn't even bother to try. I still wear the engagement and wedding rings from Ron to discourage guys from hitting on me. Sex with a guy was fun for a while, but I now know that I love women with all my heart and soul even if I am stuck living as one for the rest of my life. (the end)