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Travel Surprises-Background - By Stats Recall: In "Travel Surprises", Janice had gotten her husband, Bob, to board a plane with his feminine lingerie and clothes hidden under his street clothes. He thought they were going to Portland to buy a female wardrobe for him. Bob has to don his female persona when the airline hostess mistakenly discovers that Janice's travel companion is a girl. As they fly past Portland Bob learns his first travel surprise, their destination is really San Francisco. Shortly, thereafter Janice confides in Bob that they are to be met by all his relatives and friends and he has no choice but to deplane as a woman. Finally, just before they land, Janice reveals another surprise, they are to have a duplicate marriage ceremony, but Bobbi is to be the bride. What possibly could have driven Janice to do this to the love of her life? As they walked along the boarding tube to the terminal Janice couldn't help but be pleased at the outcome of her months of preparation. Bobbi's home perms had left her with beautiful cascading hair that fell to the top of her bra (It was very evident through her see through blouse.) As she looked at the hourglass figure in front of her, the result of six months of hormone treatment, she smiled. I wonder if Bobbi really knows how much her behind has spread. She could see some of the welcoming committee up ahead. Bobbi seemed to increase the sway of her hips as they came into view. Miss America could do no better in making an entrance. Oh, they had a banner "Congratulations, Bobbi" and were cheering. Bobbi's mom now ran toward her new daughter with hands outstretched. Take a picture-get it while the hips are to one side to capture the sway. She overtakes Bobbi as he and his mother embrace. There are tears streaming down both faces. Time to take another picture. She kisses her mom, mother in law, and father in law on the cheek. Bobbi now turns to hug his dad, who murmurs into Bobbi's ear "Welcome home honey." Hugs for his in-laws. They tell her how happy they are for the both of us. Our friends are all over both of us. Bobbi's mother has done a good job in preparing them for this moment ? it is as if Bob was always Bobbi. What could have happened to Bob's family that they so accept him as a daughter? Susan, who is to be Bobbi's maid of honor, greets Bobbi with a kiss and embrace, the same as Bobbi remembers her greeting Janice countless times before. But she has escorted him to the car and is nonstop talking about the preparations she has made for the wedding. Bobbi feels like he is in another life. Susan's enthusiasm has rubbed off on Bobbi, and without knowing why is making all those little feminine gestures that women invariably make when they are excited. As he seats himself, smoothing the slacks on his legs and shaking his hair to settle it behind him he momentarily reflects on Susan. What is going on? She was nowhere this excited seven months ago when Janice and he got married. Once in the car Janice had let out a big sigh. Her job to prepare Bobbie for this moment was over. She began to drift off as the events that had led to this day unfolded to her in a dream. Janice's Story Thirty months ago is when the chain of events started to lead to this moment. She was in her dorm room and in tears. No matter how hard she was trying to cram for the final exam in chemistry her mind was not retaining the information. As she snapped her pencil in two and hurled it against the wall, her roommate Susan entered. "Janice, what on earth is going on? You are crying? What is the matter?" Before college Janice had considered herself tall at 5' 9". Susan was a good inch taller that Janice but was never without a pair of heels that gave her the look of a six-footer. Susan was well able to pull her height off as she was very buxom and had a very narrow waist. Her nickname on the volleyball team they both played on was "Amazon". She looked every bit the part. In fact, Susan was one of four girls on the team who was part of the group they called 'the boy wasters' because they were able to defeat any of the male teams who had the courage to play them and be subjected to their victory chant, "We will, we will castrate you." To add to their advantage, they had all shaven their pussies completely so they could wear the skimpiest bikinis that gave them a decided advantage. Perhaps, because their team outfit had bikini tops which were designed to look like volleyballs the other teams had trouble focusing on which ball was in play. Susan was not a lesbian, but she made no bones about it, she was bisexual. Janice who was as straight as they come never had the Amazon come on to her, so she felt no hesitation in leaning on her shoulder as the tears poured down her face. "Susan, I don't know what to do, I have tried to study for two days now but I am so up tight I can't concentrate." Susan would have suggested that Janice go and get unwound by her boyfriend, but she knew Janice hadn't had a boyfriend since Tom the Creep jilted her four months ago. After, thinking about it a few minutes she innocently suggested that she give Janice a message. And Janice just as innocently told Susan that was a good idea. As Janice reflected on what took place over the next hour a smile came on her face. Susan, had no intention of getting Janice aroused and Janice had no intention of seducing Susan but that is what happened. They traded giving each other orgasms as if it were a volley ball game. When they both lay totally exhausted in each other's embrace Susan asked who had won and they both laughed because neither had any idea of what the score was. It worked though, Janice aced the chemistry exam. This was Janice's first sexual experience with another person. She was not into women, but Susan had helped her out by coming to the rescue. Although she would make sure that she didn't get into that position with her again, they became very best friends. This made it urgent that she find a boy to confirm her feelings about men. And that's when Bob entered the scene. Bob at 5' 6" and slim was never a threat to Janice. In fact, his almost feminine looks and easy-going nature made Janice the aggressor. But by the end of their third date Janice was madly in love with him. She would have probably gone to bed with him if he insisted but the Bob never insisted on anything. It was Susan that had planted the idea of converting Bob to femdom in her mind. However, she never acted on it for fear that it would frighten Bob off. Bob was very defensive about his masculinity. Susan, one night cuddled up beside Bob and suggested that she dress him in girl's clothes so that he could spend the night with Janice at the dorm. When Janice entered the room she spots her best friend whispering something into her boyfriend's ear and he has a silly grin on his face and an enormous lump in his pants. She slides up to his other side and puts her hand over his lump. Then looking him in the eye asks him what Susan had said to get him all excited. Bob confessed the conversation but claimed his excitement was to get into bed with her, not getting dressed up in women's clothes. If he had of been more truthful that evening Janice was sure the events of the last six months would have taken a different course. Several months later the next incident occurred. They had been engaged for a couple of months and she was in what she referred to "a bitch in heat time." During this period she has fantasies about the incident with Susan, her only sexual experience. Unannounced she showed up at Bob's home. She had already played out the seduction scene in her mind several times by the time she got out of the car. She knew he was home because they had talked less than half and hour ago and he said that he was home alone and wasn't planning on going out. He had asked if she wanted to come over, but she had the strength to decline, saying she had some things to do (like masturbate for an hour or so). As she closed the car door she saw a girl look out of the bottom of the dark living room window. After about the third knock, Bob answers the door in a bathrobe. He said he was in the middle of a bath and could she wait in the living room while he got decent. At this point she was more angry than aroused and asked, "Bob, is there a girl in this house and why is everything so dark in here?" He said "Of course not. It is dark in here because I don't believe in keeping lights on when there is no-one in the room." He didn't sound at all like Bob. He sounded annoyed that she was there or perhaps frightened. Janice went immediately into the living room and turned on the light to make sure no one was there. Bob was closing the bathroom door and she distinctly heard a click of the latch lock by the time she got back to the hall. Bob had escaped being detected several times over. If Janice had of been three minutes earlier she would have seen a young lady cross over the lighted living room. If she had got out of her car only seconds before she would have seen the reflection of a young lady cross in front of the window from the street lights. As it was Bob saw her car drive up and immediately dove to the floor. He cursed himself for looking up to make sure it was her, who else could it have been, and saw her look directly at him. In desperation he got to the bathroom and had his mom's high heel shoes and dress off by the time the doorbell sounded. He quickly removed most of the nail polish and makeup by the time a second knock occurred. On the way to his room he yelled down the stairs, "Just one moment." In a flash he had a pair of socks over his nylon's and painted toes. Quickly, he put on his pajamas and bathrobe on the way to the door. If the hall had been lighted traces of nail polish and makeup on him would have been easily detected. If they had kissed when she first entered, she would have felt his bra or smelled the lotions used to remove the cosmetics. And finally, if she hadn't of rushed into the living room she would have seen his slip peaking out from below his bathrobe as he bound up the stairs. Janice was still convinced that there was a girl in the house. She went upstairs and looked in all the bedrooms and closets. She checked all the windows and was convinced that no one had gone out the back door. Bob's dog would have made some ruckus had that occurred. The only possible hiding place was the bathroom that Bob was in. When he emerged a few minutes after she had stationed herself in front of the door, he was all composed (and defeminized). He started to tell her that he was sorry he was taking a bath when she knocked on the door but Janice barged passed him and slammed the bathroom door in his face. No one was in the bathroom. The only thing that looked out of place was Bob's mother's dress hanging on a hanger at the back of the door. The dress fell on the floor when she touched it; the back zipper was undone. She put it back on the hanger and unconsciously did up the zipper. If she had of looked in the cupboard under the sink she would have found a matching pair of black high heel shoes. The laundry basket was full to overflowing. She looked closer at it taking out a complete set of women's lingerie wrapped up in a dry towel. Normally these would have registered as unusual but she was just too jealous to care. Yes, indeed, Bob was one lucky dude. It was one week before her marriage when her future mother in law told her about her sons "hobby" and it all pieced together for Janice. The erection after Susan suggesting he wear a dress. A girl appearing in the window. The unusual items she found in the bathroom. It also became crystal clear in her mind. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Bob. She wanted, no craved, to have sex with him like she shared with Susan. She could give Bob what he wanted, although he wasn't aware of it yet. In the first two weeks of marriage Bob had confessed his cross-dressing adventures to Janice in detail. She saw the worst case of breast envy she could ever imagine in Bobbi and decided that maybe a couple months of hormones would give her love what he really wanted. A month or so later she saw her husband becoming more feminine every day. Bobbi now did not own any male undergarments. They had the same size feet and several times she bought shoes in his rather than her tastes. At their fourth month wedding anniversary, Bob noted that his breasts were much more sensitive than they had been before and Janice said she had just started to feed him hormones so that he could have small female breasts. This so turned him on that he let her pierce his ears. His hair was now completely covering his ears so he felt they would not be discovered. It was shortly after that when she decided that Bob had come out for three reasons. First she had received a call from his boss, Joan, who said that Bob was careless and it was apparent that he was wearing female underwear and looking more and more feminine each day. Joan said she had no objections to how Bob dressed, in fact she giggled, "I am tempted to take him to the store myself to buy him a dress and shoes to wear because he would make a better looking girl as he is now than a man." Janice confirmed Joan's suspicions and asked her not to reveal anything to Bob until he could sort out his own destiny. Second, she had become less and less satisfied with Bob's sexual performance as a male. She early on coached Bob to duplicate Susan's love making techniques and was now addicted to this form of sex. Although she was deeply in love with her husband she couldn't help having fantasies with Susan. Finally, she decided the three of them needed to get together. Night after night she lay sleeplessly going over how to do this. Finally, she had come to the conclusion that if Bob decided to become female, she would not leave him. In fact, she wished he were a female; it would be so much easier. And she was certain that Bob would prefer to be a female but was too afraid at what his family, friends and co-workers would say to ever admit it. Two agonizing days later she made two long phone calls, one to her friend Susan and one to Bob's mother to elicit their support in a second wedding. She also told Susan that she and Bob would like her to join them for two- weeks of love in Hawaii. Janice awoke with a start as the car pulled up at the beauty parlor. Susan who was sitting in the front seat got out of the car first. It was planned that she would take care of Bob while Janice went elsewhere to prepare for the wedding. Susan lost none of her intimidation skills. "Come on Roberta, I am charged to make sure you are the most beautiful bride to be married in these parts, so get your pretty little butt into the shop." Bob was not sure he wanted to be alone with Susan ? he still expected that Susan was annoyed with him for stealing Janice away from her and had something especially humiliating planned for him. There would be many times in the future when he would recall this premonition. Susan's Story Susan had always been the largest kid in her class and her classmates relentlessly reminded her of that fact. She recalls in grade 7 when the class bully decided to make her life miserable. But with the combination of five years of martial arts and 8 years of ballet she managed to break his jaw with her foot about 30 nanoseconds after he hit her in the chest. Although she had no more trouble from teasing her social life had plummeted to zero and she was thereafter referred to as the Amazon. When she entered college she immediately was chosen for the volleyball team because of her height. The friendships she developed were not of life-long quality but there was plenty of sex given the physical and competitive atmosphere. In the first six weeks she had seduced five boys and six of her teammates. The boys were always smaller and when she forced each into a submissive role her sexual drive became uncontrollable. One boy, Tom, was the most extreme example. Over one evening she had converted him into a beautiful young girl called Tammy over a wail of objections. By morning she was having nonstop orgasms. She still remembered how Tammy was in tears when she had to change back to Tom but it wasn't more than a couple of days later that Tammy became a fixture at campus and Tom had disappeared. When Janice became her roommate in college a long needed friendship was finally to be realized. As cruel as Susan could be at times she never had anything but tender thoughts about Janice. She was petrified that if she put the make on Janice their special friendship would vanish. So when Janice was all upset that night at college she decided to let Janice take the lead. To her amazement Janice seduced her; that was a first for Susan. Three months ago when Janice phoned her best friend Susan and laid out her plan Susan could not believe her ears. Not only did she want Susan to feminize Bobbi so that he would be a beautiful bride she wanted her help in making sure that Bobbi would remain completely female. The three girls would spend two weeks in Hawaii. Susan realized the first time she saw Bob that he enjoyed wearing female clothes. As Janice shared revelation after revelation about her husband to her, Susan knew she could take Bobbi over the brink. She knew if she could spend enough time with him he would never want to leave his femdom. What is more, with three girls, yes she would have to make sure he was a girl, on the honeymoon; she would once again enjoy the sweet fruits of Janice. Susan thought she had forgotten how but when she hung up the phone she spent the next 20 minutes pirouetting about her apartment. She had three months to prepare. Bobbi's Preparation The first sign that something was not quite right occurred when they entered the shop. A tall slim unisex person greeted them and immediately gave Susan a French kiss. His/her name was Pat. Pat then turns to Bobbi and says to Susan. "She is even more beautiful than you described, Susan. How long has she been getting hormones?" Susan responds, "almost six months now, doctor?" Bobbi is astounded that his wife has been feeding him female hormones since they were first married. She had confessed about two months ago, when he noticed that he was starting to develop breasts that he had been on hormones for a few months. He thought he was a little too developed for only two months of treatment. It was only two weeks ago he noticed he had difficulty pulling his pants over his butt and his belt was loose even though it was on the tightest notch. Pat, who is standing behind Bobbi tracing the contours of her female torso, unexpectedly inserts one hand into the top of her blouse. She is about to object when the strange feelings in her chest overtake her. Pat is expertly playing with one of her budding nipples and obviously knows what to do. Bobbi's eyes go out of focus as the intensity of the pleasure of whatever Pat is doing floods through her mind. Pat's voice is in awe. "She is at the prime at this very moment. Good timing." Susan takes Bobbi's hand. "Janice's instructions, Bobbi, are that we need to prepare you to fit her wedding dress. That means a larger bust and a smaller waist. But I want to give my best friend Janice something more. I want you to be as much a girl as you can possibly be for her. Dr. Pat is here to do just that." Bob is starting to feel uneasy. What did they intend to do to him? Will he still be male enough to go back to work when they get back home on Monday? But, he is distracted as they flash a picture on a screen he hadn't noticed before. It was a picture of Janice in her wedding dress. They caught her as she looked over her shoulder to Bob who stood behind her facing the camera Bob remembered that moment. He was envious of his new wife. Her almost waist length beautifully curled hair. Her narrow waist was emerging from a mountain of dress over her hips like the stem of a flower. Center in the picture was her chest with the most revealing view of her ample cleavage. He desperately wanted to be this picture of femininity. The envy that he harbored in his secret thoughts was written all over his face. "Bobbi, do you deny that this is also your most intense desire, to be this beautiful bride." He was caught with his panties down. He could not deny it and they said that innermost desire could be achieved if he wanted it. The next picture catches him unawares. It is he in the same pose as Janice. He is wearing the same dress but the waist is not narrow. His cleavage can only be described as pathetic. Although his hair is loose and down to the top of his breasts it is not the stunning picture of auburn curls he saw only moments before. In desperation he says, "Please make me beautiful, Susan. Do what ever it takes." In response another picture fills the screen. "Here is what we intend to do," says Susan. Bobbi sees herself, but her waist is as narrow as Janice's had been. Her cleavage is much fuller than Janice. And the hair!! "Is it a wig," he gasps. "No Bobbi, everything you see will be yours." Finally, his eyes shift from the bride to Janice who is standing behind him in the picture. On her face is an expression of pure adoration and love. "Let's get started before I lose my courage." Susan is completely aroused. She had never seduced anyone so thoroughly as Bob even though there was no innuendo of sex between the two of them. If she stayed another second she would be masturbating in front of him. She got up as a shudder went through her body and without saying a word rushed to the restroom at the back of the building. Her hand was rubbing her soaking pussy as soon as she left the room. She just made it into the restroom before her first orgasm hit her. Pat in her medical smock had witnessed the whole seduction scene. "Bobbi, be a dear and take off your clothes. When you are done lie on the examination table. Put your feet into the stirrups, dear. I will explain everything to you as we proceed. I am going to leave the ?after' picture of you on the screen. If you get anxious, just look at the picture and think how beautiful you are going to look." "This intravenous contains a special chemical that will allow us to add fat cells to your body. Actually it is a catalyst to make cells that are cooled separate into two cells. On the other hand fat cells that are heated are destroyed. By heating and cooling certain parts of your body we can reshape you into a very curvaceous female. Unfortunately, you will need to drink as much as you can while we are doing this to allow the cells to grow and to also flush your system. You will also need to urinate frequently and the built in bedpan will allow you to do just that. Also I am about to give you an enema so that your bowels are mostly empty." After the first embarrassing use of the bedpan Bobbi concentrates on the picture. Pat covers Bobbi with a blanket so that he has some degree of modesty. We are going to get you into a female mood by giving you a false vagina. No surgery will be done. I need to drain your testes though as she proceeds to stimulate him. However, she continues to pinch tubes that lead from the testes and try as he might he cannot ejaculate. Susan has reentered by this time and Pat asks her to help her with Bobbi. She rubs a cr?me all over Bob's pubic area. Once she has finished that she slides her hands over his chest and is playing with his nipples while she whispers various suggestions of how she would seduce him into his ear with the occasional nibble while she gathers her thoughts. Bob is now using every muscle in his body to achieve an orgasm but it just won't come. After a couple of minutes Bob feels Susan's sensuous hands nears his genitals and he feels her wipe the cr?me and his pubic hair off. With a rewarding kiss Susan announces to Bobbi that she can now wear a bikini. Pat tells Bobbi that she will orgasm quite soon as he feels a vibrating sausage shaped device enter his rectum. She very slowly inserts it and withdraws it. After four more insertions Bob is moaning with pleasure. Each time his muscles opens as wide as possible to accept the intruder. When he finally begs her for release she inserts it completely and his bowels take over to position it inside. The vibrations on his prostrate are an unbearable pleasure and he is flexing his stomach muscles in many different ways and in addition to bucking his hips. Bob finally begins his orgasm. But it is unlike any orgasm he has had before; it is a female orgasm deep within him. Susan whispers in his ear, "Welcome to womanhood Roberta." Wave on wave of pleasure goes through her body as Bobbi strains to intensify their impact. The vibrations slow down and she comes down from her high. She soon remembers a discomfort; Pat has not allowed him to ejaculate as of yet. Finally Susan slowly rolls a condom over his penis and Pat relaxes her pinch allowing the sperm to surge for freedom. He can't help it as mechanically jet after jet of his spunk is sent into the condom. He grunts as the last sperm is forced out and it is quickly removed and he is wiped clean. He then feels Pat spray something on his scrotum and it tightens. He feels something tighten in the area where she had been pinching. Susan squeezes his nipples and before he can respond feels Pat insert his shrunken testes, something foreign and his shaft into body cavities. Susan smears another cr?me over his pubic area. Before he realizes what is happening his crotch is covered with something smooth. Susan looks him in the eye and informs him he now has a passable looking vagina. He responds by peeing into the bedpan through the tip of his penis that is now a clitoris. He now looks at the projected picture of himself. He has no remaining doubt that they will make him look like that. He keeps fighting the feeling that this is what he really wants and keeps repeating to himself, "You'll pay for this Janice." The next two hours are spent with Susan carefully removing fat cells from Bobbi's waist, arms and legs to shape them into feminine masterpieces. Pat on the other hand worked first on her bust with the cooling wand to sculpture two beautifully shaped full C cup breasts. Even the Areolas and nipples are increased in size as the cool wand adds flesh wherever it touches. Bobbi turns over onto her tummy a couple of times while additional inches are added to her posterior giving her that classic female look that used to bring him to full erection. Finally, she sits up while Pat is using a miniature-cooling wand to slightly enhance her lips and cheeks. The Roberta that emerged could never be mistaken as a man. Somewhere in the process, she acquired beautiful arched eyebrows. Artificial eyelashes had been attached to achieve a doe-eyed innocent look. And big hoop earrings that would be impossible to hide replace the studs that Janice inserted this morning in Seattle. "Was it only this morning?" he muses, "that he made such a fuss about being found out in public." Moment by moment she becomes more preoccupied with her growing femininity. They finally turn to her hair. A machine working on the same principle as the fat multiplier works on her hair a hundred or so strands at a time. Each pass the machine replaces her straight brown 11-inch hair with thick wavy auburn 23-inch hair. In a half an hour Bobbi is swishing her hair across her extended buttocks while Susan is shaping it into a cascading work of art. "It is time to take a shower and get dressed," Susan announces.. Bobbi is caught up with her naked image in the bathroom. She is like a kid at Christmas as she explores her many new assets. She starts by cupping her new breasts. They are round and full. On top of each is an extraordinary circle of raised dark flesh that is very sensitive to the touch. On the top of each areola is a protruding nipple almost three quarters of an inch long. When stimulated the muscles somewhere below her tummy start to do flips and she gasps. Just like when Pat had pinched the tubes he was unable to ejaculate but now a growing need is building in his abdomen to tense some muscles that he did not know existed until two hours ago. Her eyes go in that direction and a beautiful naked female crotch catches her attention. Although she has her legs crossed at the thigh she can see a shaft of light at the top of her legs that was not possible before. She closes her eyes and with a deep audible breath takes inventory. When she opens her eyes she sees Pat directly behind her and the next thing she feels is the sausage vibrating while she willingly plunges toward an orgasm she will never forget. Pat is stimulating everything and her hips are gyrating to bring her time and again to the shuddering spasms that are radiating out from her stomach. She briefly opens her eyes and sees a reflection of Susan behind her. Susan is watching her with her eyes wide open and the hand in her own crotch a blur. They simultaneously came to an orgasm. A clean and tension free Bobbi emerges from the bathroom followed by a cloud of scented powder. The ladies strategy is to keep Bobbi on a sensual high erasing all ruminants of logic that would question the wisdom of her current course of action. On the bed in front of her are five articles of clothing. A corset, a pair of pure silk stockings, a pair of silk panties, a light pink angora sweater and a pair of pure white slacks. In front, on the floor is a pair of white platform shoes with heels that plummet to a point. Susan re-enters the room and said that she wants to get a picture of Bobbi in a bikini before she gets dressed in her wedding lingerie. In her hand is a tiny piece of fluorescent shiney metallic white material. In no time she has the bottom on. The material comes to about seven inches below her naval and when Susan ties the straps on each side of her hips none of the material can be seen from the back. Similarly the tops do little but to cover her nipples but certainly not hide their stiffening presence. They then put the white platform shoes on her. Bobbi can't understand why something with such flimsy straps can make her feel so vulnerable. She involuntarily strikes a female pose as she sees her incredibly beautiful reflection in the mirror. The apartment they had been using has a balcony and after she is led out to have her picture taken. Bobbi starts to panic and is almost in tears. Finally they coach her into the exact pose they want. Feet are in a "T" position. Her left hand is holding her right elbow behind her back. Her auburn hair hangs off the left shoulder and partially covers her right breast and the right side of her bikini bottom. She is told to smile and 'flash' the evidence is recorded that Bob has been completely transformed. Several young studs had been watching this from an apartment complex about fifty feet away. They start to yell and clap. Bobbi spins around bringing her hands up to her face and elbows together in an attempt to hide her almost naked bosom. Flash and a special bonus picture reveal a curvaceous backside with her hair beautifully hanging down below her ample bottom. It completely hides the narrow straps and it looks like she is completely naked except for the five-inch heels and the thin straps behind her ankles. Once it occurs to her that her rear view is just as revealing as her front view, Bobbi scampers back into the apartment. However as the heels are so high she has to take mincing little steps and a squeal escapes her lips that would do justice to any teenage girl. (Flash, flash, and flash). Once more her audience shows their approval. After a couple of minutes and she has caught her breath she reaches another stage in the acceptance of her transformation. If anyone told those studs that they had seen a guy dressed in a woman's bikini, he would not be believed. In fact, Bobbi knew this from his male inventory of prior lecherous behavior long before he saw the five Polaroid pictures. What additionally the pictures, revealed, however, was that he was thoroughly into female mannerisms. Even if he were to go back to work as a male the mannerisms would give him away. "IF!!" Without warning Pat undoes the Bikini top and places very thin suction cups that immediately gel bonded to each of Bobbi's nipples. They serve a dual purpose of distracting her with a constant arousal and keeping her nipples erect. Bobbi was in the middle of asking Pat what she was doing when Susan turned them on with a remote control not unlike a garage opener. Bobbi tried to ignore the rhythmic sucking on her sensitive nipples for as long as she could. But Pat had not finished her reply before Bobbi was moaning and her hips were pumping uncontrollably. She required no other type stimulation as the spasms went through her frame and if Pat had not been in front of her, Bobbi would have collapsed on the floor. "Hey, reduce the volume," Pat yells, "or you will have her blow her circuits." A slight tug on each of the bows at the side of the Bikini bottoms and Bobbi is standing naked in the middle of the floor. The first article to go on was the corset. The laces at the back are completely undone. Susan carefully cups her breasts in the flimsy but sturdy built in bra. She does about six hooks in the front and lifts the corset a good inch pushing Bobbi's breasts up. The rest of the hooks are done up and Bobbi thinks to herself this is not too bad. Pat measures her waist. 23 inches exactly. Susan then turns her around and with Amazon strength reduces her waist by another 4 inches while she holds onto Pat. She is panting like she has just run a marathon. But when she sees her reflection in the bathroom mirror, framed by the open door, she cannot believe it. Her breasts are enormous and her cleavage must be two inches deep. The line from her chest to her waist is smooth with no evidence of her ribs. While she is mesmerized with this they have her shoes off and are sliding sheer hose up her legs. "These are pure silk, Bobbi. You will not believe how sensuous they are." Susan whispers as each garter is connected at the top and she runs a hand up and down the slippery material taking Bobbi's mind off the gentle stimulation of her nipples for a moment. The slacks are put on her. They easily slide over her large posterior and the two clips fastened around her small waist. There is something wrong, though. Bobbi has difficulty closing her legs. She looks in the mirror and sees that she has a smooth crotch with at least two inches between her legs. There can be no doubt now that she has a female crotch. Yet, Bobbi does not feel any discomfort in that area, unlike her squished torso. Her feet are reinserted in her shoes and Bobbi is completely absorbed in how feminine her feet look below her slacks bottoms. He can never recall his feet looking like that and concludes that the shoes must be magical. Finally, Pat puts the angora sweater on her. It immediately takes shape around her bust and waist. Susan shakes her head, how could anyone possible make Bobbi look more soft and feminine. Of course she says to herself, the one-year's supply of very powerful female hormones somewhere in her new fatty deposit will do just that as they continually dripped into her system. Not to mention the clips on the lifelines to her testicles. They would be ready to be removed before they go to the beach in Hawaii tomorrow morning. With a touchup of her makeup they were done. Everything was stimulating Bobbi now. He was now a female, mentally, emotionally and for the most part physically. Pat and Susan apologized for being so overbearing to intimidate her until the treatment was complete. Bobbi was invited to step over to the floor length mirror to see her new image. Not a single thing resembled anything remotely male. Her eyes dart in a hundred different directions desperately searching for something of the old Bob, but nothing shows up. She tries to strike a male pose but it just makes her look sexy. Her eyes finally settle on her bust line and she juts them out as if they were inconspicuous. Her nipples under the constant sucking of the devices have been hard for over an hour and as she touches them an involuntary shudder passes through her body. The limo with Janice in the back seat was waiting when they emerged from the building. Bobbi did not know what to expect from Janice. Janice eyes darted everywhere. She took in everything in sequence; the long thick hair, the beautiful face, the plunging neckline, the thin waist, the female crotch, the sensuous shoes. She was stunned. Bobbi was far prettier than her in a dozen ways. All Janice could muster was "Oh my!" Both were oblivious to the flashes of pictures being taken by Susan. Bobbi remembered she was to be her wife's dream-come-true, and she started to act the part. She literally swayed across the sidewalk like a moving palm, an erotic grace emerged from the primal level of her subconscience. She slipped in beside Janice and waited for her to respond. "Bobbi, you are stunning," Janice finally managed to whisper. I had no idea you would be so beautiful. Susan took in every moment of Janice's reaction and at the appropriate moment kisses her full on the lips. "Janice, here is my wedding present, the life mate you fantasized to me over three years of college. And here is her controls." And she hands Janice the remote control. Bobbi pleads with Janice she doesn't experiment now as the limo starts toward his mother's house. Janice can't take her eyes off of her husband. But she manages to talk with Susan the entire trip. Bobbi sees both the love and the lust in his wife's eyes. In a number of subtle ways he flirts with her as Susan describes Bobbi's feminine attributes to Janice. Finally, Bobbi kisses Janice and tells her how much he loves her. This breaks the spell and she closes her eyes and has time for reflection. While Susan and Janice are engrossed in conversation she sneaks a look at herself in the rear view mirror. This is incredible. How could I possibly look this beautiful? What will happen on Monday morning? The way Janice looked at me, how could I possibly change back into a boring ugly male? I don't want to get rid of my new body, this is the real me. My hair is so luxurious. But how can I possibly go back to work? Did Janice know what Susan was going to do to me? They are the best of friends, she had to know? But, oh lord, my boss. Will Joan understand? Will I have a job if I show up as Bobbi?" But it was difficult to hold a thought as her nipples were being gently sucked and a stirring every so often in her bowels reminded her of the two immense orgasms she had. Bob's Mother's Story Bob's mother was in tears when he was born. Both her and her husband were certain they were going to have a daughter. She loved her son but it was such a letdown. What made it particularly terrible was the knowledge she couldn't have any more children. It took her almost three years to cut Bobby's hair. From time to time, when no one else was around she would dress Bobby in one of several adorable infant girl outfits she had hidden in the house. On several occasions she would take Bobby to an out of town mall where she could show her fax daughter off and buy her some feminine thing. Then one day she took Bobby into a professional photographer and had their picture, mother and daughter taken. When she saw the picture a week later the two of them had the exact facial expression, the same feminine pose. She was still in tears when her husband came home that night. She confessed to him what she had done and with tears in his eyes he told her she would have to stop. To make sure that Bobby was a boy they would visit the doctor and if there could be no doubt about his sex they would go straight to the barbershop for his first haircut. By the time Bob was five he no longer remembered his feminine ventures but his mother would still go to her private folder in her safe to look at her daughter's picture with her beautiful long hair. She had no idea of Bobbi's cross-dressing habits until he was eighteen. It was quite apparent as she hid behind the living room drapes that he had been doing this for some time. His makeup was flawless, he walked with ease in her high heels and his feminine mannerisms were sophisticated. What caused her to jump was that Bobbi was wearing the exact same outfit that she had worn when their picture was taken so many years ago. Even the shoes were the same. And, if she were nineteen years younger he would be her identical twin. After talking it over with her husband they decided that they would take no action to alert Bob that they knew of his behavior. In fact they encouraged it without his knowledge. At one point his mother feigned that she was loosing her hair and bought a duplicate wig to her hairstyle, auburn and near waist length. She kept it just in case. She also bought several dresses that would have suited her if she were eighteen instead of thirty- eight. In addition to adding to Bobbi's pleasure she got the side benefit of driving her husband into a sexual frenzy whenever she wore one of the short skirt or low cut youth outfits. Finally, she made the announcement one day that she was getting rid of all her old cosmetics because she was getting too old for them. She asked Bob to take the box of them to the garbage. And was gratified some days later to see they wound up in his secret place. So, for seven years Bob was not aware that his mother or father knew of his hobby. There had been many close calls but he always managed to get to the bathroom before they entered the house. Getting Ready for the Wedding When I got to my mom's house another surprise awaited me? I expected everyone to make a big deal of how I looked. But they were all preoccupied with the wedding. My mother greets me at the door, raises her eyebrows and says "wow." My Dad is the only a bit more emotional about my looks, "Oh my god, you look just like your mother when I first met her." In no time at all Bobbi finds herself in a room alone with her mother and the wedding dress. She takes off her shoes, the slacks and sweater. She is standing in the middle of the room when her mother's eyes focus on her. "Oh sweetheart, you are so gorgeous", and they both start to cry. Luckily, Susan arrives dressed in her maid of honor dress, and in short order the two of them get Bobbi into the wedding dress. As Susan is doing up the hundred or so buttons on the back of the dress mom is putting diamond earrings on Bobbi. "I wore these when I got married, they were your grandmothers and I thought I would be the last to wear them" It suddenly occurs to me that the dress fits exactly, the waist is about as tight as it can be and the dress conforms to my new cleavage perfectly. My mother had made alterations to Janice's wedding dress and had to have taken in the waist and lower the neckline since Janice had worn it. She knew what was going to happen to me this afternoon. Janice knew. My Dad knew. No one showed any surprise since I emerged from the salon. What is going on? But my mom breaks my train of thought as she explains that it was impossible to shorten the dress because of the fabric patterns. Consequently she brings out a pair of clear platform shoes with six-inch heels. As I am three inches shorter than Janice and she wore the dress with 3-inch heels, the added height is needed. One good thing, though, for once, I will be taller than Susan who is wearing low heels. They hand me my bouquet and I am allowed to look at the finished product in mom's full-length mirror. Mom takes a picture of Susan and I. She is down the stairs with a "see you at Church, honey." The Plan is for Susan to drive me to the church in about twenty minutes so that I am the last one there. Once again the nagging feeling is starting to enter my mind about what will happen on Monday morning. I catch Susan looking at me in the mirror and am somehow aware that she knows exactly what I am thinking about. Mom is no more than out the front door when Susan is in front of me with unmistakable anger in her eyes. Suddenly I feel the full force of my breast stimulators and the vibrating sausage in my bowels. I say between gasps, "Oh Susan, not now please don't." But already my hips are gyrating remembering this prelude to my orgasms. "Do you really want to return to dull old Bob's Ville." She pulls up the hem of my wedding dress and says, "Should we put on those ugly socks and your big manly clodhoppers?" I look down and see 10 beautiful toes encased in my silk stockings peering out from my glass slippers. I barely gasp out No...oh...oh... don't take my shoes. Ahh-h-h , feet so...so... beautiful." I am transfixed on the feminine legs that are encased in the mounds of white satin and lace in the mirror. I am rubbing them together and sending unneeded stimulation to my pleasure centers. "Please, Susan, stop this, pleeeeeeee..ahhh..ssssse." "Tell me Bobbi, will you wear a corset when you return to work? You could show up in Janice's blue outfit if you wore one. You certainly have the cleavage for it. The blue strap shoes would show off your thin ankles and your shapely feminine calves. Would you like that Bobbi? The vision is too much for me and my body starts to spasm. Her hands are under my crinoline now and are all over my silken clad panty bottoms. "How about we change your panties to one of those cotton jobbies Janice says you used to wear around the house when you were first married?" "Want satin panties" I hear myself respond in a clear detached contralto voice with a long lingering sigh. But in a frenzy my hands have taken on a mind of their own and pulled her bridesmaid dress and slip to her hips. My fingers are rubbing the back of stockings and gently pulling at the garters that are stretched over her posterior. "Oh Bobbi, don't....don't. Oh, Bobbi, no please, please." I regain some control. "What excites you more Susan, making me a beautiful girl or making love to someone in Janice's wedding dress". I stare at Susan and see she is looking in the mirror with glazed eyes and the only thing coming from her mouth is a high pitch whine. Susan is past the point of no return In one swift movement I have Susan's soaking panties on the floor.I now have control of the situation and in one of her forward thrusts my hand goes into her incredibly wet crotch. Janice had described to me Susan's favorite sex technique many many times. I start to insert my fingers one by one slowly into her pussy while pushing her clitoris in and out with my thumb. To make it all the more realistic I whisper to Susan as I gently kiss her on the shoulder."Hold Janice's waist, see how small you made it. Do you like my wedding gown, Janise is wearing it especially for you?" As her fingers enclose my 19-inch waist she expels all the air in her lungs and shudders to the most intense female orgasm I have ever witnessed. I continue to roll my thumb slowly over her clitoris and wiggle the other four fingers in her incredibly wet pussy. "Don't stop don't stop," her body is once more filled with tremors. However in her spasms she finds my vibrating control and clutches for all she is worth. My excitement jump-starts at a high level and we sound like a pair of fire engines as we climax together. Each shamelessly competing for audio supremacy. As we collapse together Susan relaxes her hand and the vibrating in my breasts and bowels diminishes. At the same time a little voice says, "Please stop Janice er Bobbi, I can't take any more." We hold each other as we come down from our highs. I suddenly become aware that we had just experienced orgasms as lesbian sisters. But what is more important, Susan and I are now close friends. My hand involuntarily strokes my breast and the feel of my cleavage confirms to me I am a girl. I can't deny it either intellectually or physically. Susan sees what I am doing. "Tell me," she says, "are you a male or a female?" "Female," I answer without hesitation. "Are you sure, Bobbi? here can be no turning back once you have gone down the isle." "Wha, what do you......mean?" I gasp. "Your boss, Joan, and three of your co-workers will be at the church," Susan says while holding my hand. "They have known about your cross dressing for several months." I am silent while I wrestle with the ramifications of her surprise revelation. Finally I say, "Then I can really wear Janice's blue outfit to work on Monday." Susan looks up while she is putting on some clean panties. They are identical to the ones I am wearing. "No silly, because Janice, you, and I will be on a beach in Hawaii on Monday. You will have to wait for two weeks before you can wear that outfit." Another surprise. "Well, which of us is going to win the two week orgasm contest? My money is on Janice. I understand you didn't keep score the last time she took you on and I know she can outlast me." "Time for you to get married my dear horny girl friend," and she lowers my veil, hands me my bouquet, and fusses over me once last time. "I have no more crutches in my way to discarding Bob's image now. Thank you everyone for helping me make up my mind. Bob is history. Bobbi is the future." I say to myself. Then in proper female fashion I kiss Susan on the cheek and whisper, "You look so incredibly beautiful my maid of honor". She responds, "You are one incredibly beautiful bride." I take one last look in the mirror and see that the veil can't hide my radiant smile of contentment. I turn and glide out to my new life. FINI (for Now )