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Now or Never
By Amanda More
Today was going to be the day I had dreamed of for so long.
I was nervous, apprehensive but I knew I had to go through
with it. If I did not, well I would never get a better
opportunity to know the real me, to explore the girl within
and I would always regret having missed that. Soaking in my
perfumed and oiled bath I told myself I am 33, it's time
for Ellie to discover herself. It's now or never.
For as long as I could remember I had harboured a desire to
wear woman's clothes and behave like a girl, yet I was a
man. Born Edward Hopkins it was as Ellie Hopkins that I
yearned to express myself. Through lonely sessions of dress
up, a failed marriage and some unsatisfactory, almost
furtive outings to trannie friendly clubs, I had
unsuccessfully tried to meet the needs of the girl within.
Now living alone after recovering from my divorce I was
finally free to indulge her. I had discovered the Internet
and had gone on line as Ellie to meet like-minded people in
chat rooms and had explored the scene from the safety of my
bedroom. The net had led me to realise just how many people
there were like me out there and how many people were
excepting of trannies and even wanted to go out of their
way to meet them.
I had eventually found the courage to arrange meetings with
some of the people I had met on the web, but they always
turned out to be timewasters or creeps. Some of it was my
fault because I did not know what I wanted. I had always
been heterosexual even though my relationships with women
had never been that successful. But I liked women, hell I
even wanted to be one. Yet the thought of having a nice guy
treat me as a girl was a turn on. It was not just sexually
exciting it made me feel so feminine, it seemed so natural
somehow. Even so, I did not consider myself gay, not even
bi, really just confused. The messages I sent out were
clearly mixed and murky so I guessed it was hardly
surprising that my attempts to meet someone nice and
compatible had been failures.
Then one night I had met Lawrence. He was 45, so nearly 12
years older than me. He was polite, courteous, not pushy
and seemed to be very friendly and sincere. We began to
chat regularly, he made me laugh and feel normal as a girl.
I have webcam so he could see who he was talking to and he
was always complimentary. I found myself going out of my
way to look good before going on line to talk to him. As
for him well I was impressed, he looked distinguished, had
a smart appearance and seemed the kind of guy who took
charge of situations but was kind and concerned.
We chatted on-line for the best part of two months, he
never asked for my address or phone number, though I had
told him the city I lived in and he had done the same so we
knew we lived within 50 miles of each other. Finally one
night he asked if he could meet me. After some persuasion I
agreed, he gave me his mobile number and we arranged to
meet in a trannie friendly pub I knew. It was a bit seedy
but it felt safe for me.
Despite, the noise, crowds and smoke we had a good time, he
was as nice and warm as I thought he would be, but I sensed
the bar was not really his scene. Towards the end of the
night he asked me why we had come to such a place. I
explained my reasons and he chided me for being foolish he
told me I looked good enough to go to ordinary non-TV scene
places. My voice, he said, was soft and feminine, though I
knew it was not helped by having to strain in order be
heard in the hubbub of the bar. He told me he wanted to
take me out for a romantic diner, may be dancing and then
who knows. How could he try to seduce me in a pub he asked
with a twinkling smile.
Seduce me! I was already in a whirl that he thought me
sufficiently passable to go to good restaurants or other
straight places, now he was making it plain he found me
genuinely attractive. He practically begged me to go on a
proper date with him. How could I refuse this was what I
wanted wasn't it?
I hesitated saying I just did not have the confidence.
Looking compassionately and tenderly at me he told me that
whilst in his opinion I was gorgeous as well as passable,
he wanted to do something for me that would build my
confidence and I would enjoy. He told me he was friendly
with a beautician who did home visits and was happy to do
tgirls. He said she was the best, very friendly and would
have me feeling like a million dollars for our date. He
gave me her card and told me to call her and that he would
arrange the payment. I was stunned; I had to agree this was
like a beautiful dream. I said yes he took me home, kissed
me goodnight briefly, sweetly on the lips and confirmed our
date for the following Friday night.
A week at work had dragged by. We chatted every night on
the web and three times over the phone. More than once I
had thought better of it and was prepared to cancel. Did I
want to be with a man, but a small voice in the back of my
head said yes especially this man. Above all I knew I
wanted to find out what it was like to be a woman, to
really be Ellie to live her life rather than her having to
live mine. So here I was luxuriating in the bath, waiting
for the beautician to get me ready to meet my man on a
romantic date. No wonder squadrons of heavy butterflies
appeared to be dog fighting in my stomach.
A combination of shaving and Nair had removed every trace
of body hair save for a little tuft above my rather
feminised looking cock. My 5'9" frame was slim, except for
a slight paunch, well I was no athlete, but denuded of hair
it looked kind of soft and feminine and I knew that moulded
by my corset it would redistribute to give me a very
feminine shape. My bones were slight for a guy and thus I
had lovely slim, delicate hands. Unlike most trannies my
hands would never give me away. I was not so sure about my
face, I could do a proficient make up job and whilst in a
poorly lit bar at night I looked passable even attractive I
thought, I just knew that in a better light and under
closer inspection my face looked a little odd for a woman,
too angular and harsh. No matter how many compliments I had
I could not convince myself that facially I truly looked
like a woman. Still if Lawrence had faith in me I resolved
to have some too.
As I gently towel dried off my now silky smooth body the
doorbell rang. With trepidation, wrapped in a towel, I
nervously opened it to meet a petite and attractive blonde
lady in her early forties, smartly dressed and with a
friendly smile.
"Hi I'm Carole, your beauty therapist," she said extending
her hand to softly shake mine.
"Hi I'm Ed... er Ellie." I said shyly indicating for her to
come in.
Carole instantly put me at my ease chatting brightly and
telling me that for two hours I was going to be pampered
and at the end she guaranteed that I would look stunning. I
asked how she knew Lawrence and she told me it had been
through his ex-wife some fifteen years earlier. They had
been friends for a long time, and remained so after his
divorce, and years ago he had confided in her his liking
for pretty TVs and his bisexual leanings. Since then he had
put a number of potential TV clients her way and she had
started to make beauty treatments for TVs a bit of a
speciality.
"You girls work hard at your looks, listen to advice and
tend to appreciate the results more than other girls. You
don't take stuff for granted and never cease to wonder at
the power of being feminine." Carole set up her equipment
and table and I sat down in front of it in my adjustable
workstation chair. "Okay hon relax and let's get started,"
she said, after I had put on some panties and a towelling
robe.
First she checked my face and body to make sure they were
as smooth as possible. Next she gave me a manicure and
attached acrylic French tips to my nails, so that I had
sexy half inch extensions to each nail. Once prepared the
nails were painted with a peachy pink varnish, very pretty
and elegant. My toenails were done to match. Carole then
laid my head back against a rest she attached to the back
of my chair and began her magic on my face. We had already
discussed that it would be okay for her to pluck my
eyebrows more than I usually did, as I worked for myself
and in any case generally wore glasses as Ed, though as
Ellie I wore contacts. She began the painful process of
sculpting my eyebrows with electrolysis tweezers. Finished,
none to soon, Carole applied the base coat of my make up
and for the next half an hour busied herself on my face
with brushes, pencils and powders, talking me through the
process the whole time. When she was finally content with
her work she told me to put my underwear on, but not to
look in the mirror and then to bring my dress to her.
In my bedroom avoiding glancing in the mirror, despite the
temptation, I fastened my corset around my waist, pulling
it as taut as I could on my own. Next I placed the attached
garters through my thong, tucking my genitals securely in
place as I pulled the thong tight. I encased my smooth legs
in shimmery smoky grey stockings and attached them to the
garters. Using a medical adhesive I attached 36B silicone
breasts to my chest, which looked about right on my frame.
My liquid filled ultra bra, which matched the ivory colour
of the thong and corset, was fastened in place squeezing
out an impressive cleavage. I slipped on three silver rings
on my left hand and four on my right, along with an
intricately patterned silver bracelet around my right
wrist, and then lightly squirted my favourite Madam Rochas
perfume, in all the important places.
Shyly I went back out to Carole with my dress over my arm.
She indicated for me to turn away from her and instructed
me to breathe in and with a couple of sharp tugs she pulled
my corset tighter, reducing another inch off my waist.
"Mmmm dreamy," she said. "you are guaranteed to get your
heart's desire with that figure and dressed in that lot."
I blushed and handed the dress over. It was a dark silver
satin dress with a tasteful sequined pattern around the
bosom. Just below knee length, and cut to fit, I thought it
would be very flattering. Carole held it out for me, I
stepped in and then she zipped up the back.
Turning me round she admiringly said "Oh honey!" and then
taking a make up sponge blended in the slightly exposed
edge of my silicone inserts with my skin, till they were
invisible and I was showing a lovely natural looking
cleavage. "Now for the surprise!" Carole said, "Lawrence
has bought you a real hair wig it will look much more
natural than nylon ones."
Out of a box she produced a beautiful streaky ash blonde
hairpiece. Fastened in place it fell in a loose bob to my
shoulders, natural looking and easy to maintain I thought.
Carole added a few final touches to my make up.
Patting me on the butt she said, "Okay hon, put on your
heels and then look in the mirror." Fitting four inch
stiletto strappy sandals to my feet, I sashayed over to the
full-length mirror.
"Oh my God, wow!" I exclaimed.
Carole looked at me smiling broadly. "Wow indeed." she
said.
Reflected back to me was the image of a tall, slender woman
probably 36, 25, 34 in her late 20s/early 30s, classy,
sophisticated and very feminine. Not a beauty queen but
certainly utterly convincing and very sexy, with a make up
that was delicate primarily in well blended pink shades but
with eyes accentuated with dark smoky greys. My elegant
slim fingers stroked and smoothed my dress.
"MMmmm... hang on love can I have a quick rummage in your
closet and jewellery box," Carole asked. A minute or so
later as I continued to gaze admiringly at myself she
reappeared, "Here Ellie put these in and lets try this."
she said handing me a pair of long silver tear drop
earrings for my pierced ears and draping a grey and silver
silk Indian scarf around my shoulders.
A few deft expert twists and tucks and it was securely
wrapped around my neck and flowing down to either side of
my bust.
"This completes your look and hides your slight Adam's
Apple bulge. To look at you there is nothing to give away
that you are not a woman now."
"Thanks Carole, thanks so much I look and feel wonderful!"
I gushed.
"Hush hon." she replied "I hope you enjoy your evening, I
am sure you will. Just go out and be the women you have
always wanted to be, the woman you are. You do that then
Lawrence will be one lucky guy. Look I had better skiddadle
he will be here soon. Take care and here is my card for
when you want to be pampered, special reduced rates for a
honey like you."
We embraced and kissed goodbye, both knowing we were going
to see a lot more of each other.
I settled down to wait having fixed myself a large gin and
tonic to steady my nerves. I felt so feminine. After about
15 minutes the door buzzer sounded and it was Lawrence. I
opened the door to my man, a 6ft 3inch, distinguished and
fit looking, medium set, middle-aged guy, with grey flecked
hair, handsome in a ruggedly masculine way. In the open
doorway he kissed me lightly on my lips and then held me at
arms length.
"Ellie you look absolutely gorgeous", he exclaimed, handing
me a large and beautiful bouquet of flowers. I mockingly
curtsied and thanked him.
Ushering him in, I said, "All Carole's wonderful work." as
I went to place the flowers in water to be arranged later
and to fix us a drink.
"No honey," Lawrence replied following me to the drinks
cabinet. "Carole's good but she only enhances and brings
out the beautiful woman you already are."
I blushed as Lawrence agreed to join me in a gin and tonic,
about to hand him his drink he bent and kissed my shoulder,
tracing his lips and warm breath to my neck. I shuddered
turning weak at the knees as he turned me to him and we
embraced. His mouth hungrily found mine and his warm tongue
invaded me, and then joined mine in a twisting dance, his
hands gently caressing my neck and shoulders. We kissed
like this until I was breathless.
At that moment I wanted him so badly I would have done
anything to have him inside me, but breathing heavily he
said, "Wow, I think we better cool down or we will miss our
diner reservations, besides depending on how you feel we
will have plenty of time later, mmmm..."
"Yes..." I sighed, dazed, disappointed but also filled with
anticipation for what the evening would bring.
We drank our gin and tonics and by now I was feeling very
relaxed. Lawrence ordered a taxi and when it arrived he
helped me in to my fake fur jacket and assisted me into the
taxi as the driver held the door for me, I felt like a
princess. We went to a very posh hotel restaurant and had a
wonderful meal with champagne, a claret and brandy to
follow. By the end I was intoxicated with drink, my own
femininity and the charm, looks and smell of the man who
gave me his arm to escort me to the dance floor, where a
band was playing old time dance music, a mix of swing and
Latin American.
Slightly unsteady on my feet, Lawrence held me close as we
swayed with the beat. A good dancer, Lawrence soon had me
following him as if I was an accomplished dancer too. Giddy
with the thrill of it and emboldened by alcohol I
gigglingly told him he did not have to get me tiddly to get
me into bed with him. Lawrence laughed aloud and led me off
the dancefloor.
"I know," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you were
utterly relaxed as Ellie. I did not want you to question
your sexuality. I wanted you to know I want you as a woman
and for you to want me as a woman wants a man. For this I
had to be sure you were entirely captivated into being
Ellie."
"I am." I replied.
"Yes and now when I make love to you it will be the most
beautiful experience for both of us. Shall we go"?
Before leaving I excused myself to go to the toilet and
check my make up. I still could not believe the feminine
face that greeted me in the mirror. As I applied a few dabs
and touches to ensure my make-up was perfect a woman stood
next to me and asked to borrow my lipstick. Thanking me for
its loan she told me that she thought my guy was really hot
and that I really seemed to have him captivated.
"I think you are in for a good night later," she said
before saying goodnight and leaving.
I was so thrilled there was no doubt I had been accepted
for a lady by this woman and no doubt either that she
thought I was one lucky girl.
Lawrence took my hand as we left the restaurant and held it
in the taxi as we began the journey to his house, where I
had agreed to spend my first night with him. As we sat in
the back of the taxi he began to kiss me gently on the
cheek and neck and to expertly nuzzle my ear. Cool and coy
at first, when I could no longer resist the erotic
intensity of his attentions I turned to him and gently
pulled him towards me as I opened my lips in submission.
Our lips melded once more and again I welcomed his invading
tongue, surrendering myself to his possession.
Our kissing was hungry and passionate, inflaming desire
quickly. Still holding my hand Lawrence moved it to his lap
where it encountered his growing and hardening bulge as it
strained against the fabric of his trousers. I rubbed it
tenderly with the ball of my hand amazed and grateful that
my femininity could do this to a man.
"I want you so much Ellie it hurts." Lawrence whispered. "I
want to make long and passionate love to you, to possess
you, to make you mine, to feel myself inside you, to fill
you."
"Oh yes! Yes darling..." is all I managed to murmur in
between quick sensual French kisses.
"Ahem..." coughed the driver interrupting us, "turning into
your road sir."
We composed ourselves, smiling at each other shyly. I got
out my compact and cleared up the slight mess we had made
of my make up, vowing to do it properly as soon as I got in
to Lawrence's house.
Hand in hand we went into Lawrence's house. Inside I
quickly excused myself and went to the bathroom. I ensured
my make up was once more perfect and then I took some
lubricant out of my bag, pulled down my panties and ensured
that my love channel was well lubed and prepared. I swished
back into the sitting room and Lawrence enveloped me.
"Oh Ellie I don't think I can wait much longer I want you
so much!" he groaned.
"Then have me," I sighed. "right here and now on your
sofa."
Lawrence's kissing was even more passionate, his hands
urgent, exploring my body through my dress and then pushing
up under it, lifting the hem. He almost threw me back onto
the sofa. As he knelt over me pushing my dress up around my
hips so I unzipped him and unfurled his beautiful thick and
quite long cock, my nailed fingers briefly teasing the
silky skin. Lawrence gasped at my touch and then yanked my
panties to one side whilst shoving a cushion under the
small of my back. Lifting my legs he placed one crocked
over the back of the sofa and held the other behind my knee
as I guided his manhood to my waiting rosebud.
He opened my anal ring with a finger and I gasped, "Huh
your all wet already..." he murmured.
"Yeah I'm ready hon, ready for you to make me a woman." I
responded my voice trembling with lust, fear and
anticipation.
Lawrence positioned his cock head and eased it into me but
as soon as it painfully pushed past the ring he roughly
thrust into me, I squealed and nearly fainted, my nails
digging into his back. This served to spur Lawrence on and
he thrust into me hard and fast.
The feelings were too much I began to babble "Nuh... no...
nooo... too much, ohh too big, hurt, nuh no uhhh...
yeah..."
Lawrence kept on humping me his eyes tight shut seemingly
oblivious to my pleas.
As if another person I heard myself moan, "Lawrence nuh...
nuh... no, please, nuhhhhh... uuhhhh... yes that's good.
yees... please don't stop, fuck me, fuck me harder
pleassssse?="
Pain dissolved into exquisite pleasure and a sense of utter
fulfilment. I could feel every inch of Lawrence's penis
sliding into me, possessing me, and then he tensed, grunted
and his cock spasmed inside me as it filled my anal passage
with his hot creamy seed.
Lawrence collapsed upon me, his passion temporarily spent.
I groaned beneath him filled but still hungry for more. As
he recovered his breath he began to apologise.
"Ellie I am so sorry so sorry I acted like a beast, taking
you without consideration, its just I wanted you so much."
"Hush", I whispered, "I know you needed to it was
flattering really. I mean it did hurt a bit but I loved
your desire, don't worry." I cooed as I stroked his back,
he rolled off me and began to tell me how that was not
really like him to behave like that and that he hoped I
would not think the worse of him.
"Why because I filled you with passion, don't be silly
darling. Look if you want to make up for your imagined bad
behaviour do one thing for me?"
"Anything, what?"
"Fuck me again lover but this time pace yourself!" I
giggled.
Lawrence smiled at me broadly and said "Whatever you want
my beautiful girl."
I began to stroke his hairy chest lightly with my slender
fingers, slowly worked down to his stomach and then gently
wrapped my fingers around his now limp but still impressive
penis. I manoeuvred myself so that my head was close to his
stomach leaving little kisses across his torso and then I
blew gently on his cock. It started to stir to life and
quickly grew hard as I licked the glans and massaged its
length softly with my lips. Ensuring that the head was well
lubricated I parted my lips and took his cock into my
mouth. Lawrence sighed and then began to lowly moan as I
worked my mouth along his shaft licking and sucking.
He began to gently thrust into my mouth as I worked my way
to the base of his cock, his pubes tickling my nose.
Sucking and bobbing I worked his length until he began to
pant, then having withdrawn slowly I pulled away from him
and stood up. I asked him to unzip my dress and when he had
let it pool at my feet. I stepped out of the dress and clad
in my ivory coloured lingerie, stockings and high heels I
turned back to Lawrence and kissed him wetly on his mouth.
"I want you..." he gasped hoarsely.
"Mmmm I can tell." I said teasingly as I massaged his
engorged cock in my hand.
By his cock I led him to his bedroom and asked him to lie
down on the huge double bed. Once he was stretched before
me I climbed on top and straddled him, my nylon clad legs
knelt either side of his chest.
I looked at him longingly and said, "Now you can have me
but at my pace lover".
Lawrence pulled my thong to one side as I guided his cock
to my anus opening and then as he inserted I slowly lowered
myself along his whole length. His cock hit my prostrate as
he impaled me fully, my buttocks flattened against his
crotch. A pleasurable ache, part itch, part electric shock
seemed to expand in my bowels. Slowly I lifted my buttocks.
His cock sliding back down my love channel and then once
more I thrust down.
Soon we had a rhythm, I was languidly moving up and do in
Lawrence's lap and on every downward movement he thrust
upward into me each time forcing a gasp out of me. The jism
he had previously pumped into my bowels leaked out
lubricating his shaft the better to again piston into me.
Our lazy space steadily picked up until I found I was no
longer in control of it or myself. As Lawrence using my
hips lifted me up and pushed me back down like a doll so he
humped into me harder and faster. The feelings of intense
penetration and the knowledge that I was his for him to
take his pleasure as he chose drove me over the edge. I was
consumed by my femininity, I squealed with pleasure,
shacking my head and barring my teeth in the passion of it
all.
Lawrence sat up and as I wrapped my hands around him so
still impaled on his cock he got up lifting me off the bed.
He dropped both of us back onto the bed with him on top. My
legs were lifted over his shoulders and he thrust in as
deep as he could get.
"Oh yes baby, fuck me deep, fuck me so hard, cum in me
please baby..." I heard myself mewing.
Lawrence needed no urging and I could feel his manhood
ploughing into me. My tummy started to tingle, I felt
dizzy, I knew I was loosing it and then as I felt his cock
spasm and start to spurt his juices deep inside me so I
started to explode. I knew my little cock was spurting too
but the feeling was nothing compared to what I felt inside
as a glorious fire swept through my body and seemed to
almost take the top of my head off. Wave after wave of
pleasure crashed across me as I dug my nails into Lawrence
clinging onto him like a life raft, biting his neck,
moaning and purring.
Finally, the spasms left me and Lawrence was gazing at me
with awe.
"Ellie that was one hell of an orgasm baby."
"That is because you are one hell of a guy!" I replied
happily grinning at my wonderful lover who had finally
brought out the real me.
We made love three more times that night and twice in the
morning after I had repaired the damage to my appearance of
our night of passion.
I now live full time as Ellie and Lawrence has paid for
hormone and beauty treatments to make my transition more
permanent and easier. We have been an item for six months.
Last weekend he asked me to marry him, I of course
accepted, as I love this man dearly. He gave me a beautiful
engagement ring, I have completed the necessary legal
documents to change my identity and adopt his surname and
we will be married in the Netherlands in two months time.
Carole, who is now my best girlfriend, is to be my Maid of
Honour.
Haven
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