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TRANSFORMED - FOR LIFE! Part 1
By Sooz
I had been searching around the Internet for years. I had
always had transvestite feelings from as far back as I
could remember. I had done the usual, dressed in my
mother's clothes, etc. in front of the mirror but, after
having moved into my own place in London, I really felt I
should explore my feelings more fully. Was I a TV, or did I
actually have transsexual inclinations?
I'd done various gender identity tests on the net and was
invariably reduced to a trembling shock/strange joy when
the result "probable transsexual" inevitably popped up. I
would have loved to dress more often but I did, sadly, have
housemates who didn't know my secret. So, I was forced to
express my increasingly powerful transgender feelings on
the net - it became a second life for me. Ideally I was
looking, I suppose, for an intelligent, educated, single
man who wanted to create his ideal woman - I was to be the
blank canvas for that.
Sadly, the chat rooms I tried did not always offer that. So
many men wanted a quick shag or whatever, whereas I wanted
the opportunity to live fulltime as a woman, hopefully in a
loving relationship with this ideal man; a similar fantasy,
I suppose, that I shared with any twenty-something girl. I
met a few fantastic people online, fellow trannies who
offered support and advice, and a few guys who seemed
pleasant enough. However, I suppose my naivety, lack of
experience and general nervousness always prevented me from
actually meeting these people as arranged.
One night, however, I got an IM from a man in Oxfordshire,
or so he said. He read my profile, and asked what my
definition of an ideal man was. I explained my fantasy man
and he replied that he was in his forties, single, a
company director who owned his own (rather large) house.
This sounded great and was a link into my recurring
fantasies. I asked him if his house was lonely, could it do
with a feminine touch? I explained that I would love to
stay with him. Sleep with him at night in a long satin
nightgown, perfumed and made up. Each morning I could kiss
him goodbye at the door, as the wind blew the nightie taut
across my widening hips (I'd be on oestrogen, of course!)
and my flat groin. I'd then set about tidying the house,
perhaps in a pretty summer dress, maybe a tight skirt and
knee boots or, and here my pulse really did get pumping,
perhaps a French maid's uniform, complete with apron,
fishnets, stilettos and little cap.
I seemed to have hit the nail on the head as he replied
that this sounded ideal, that he would love to feed me
hormones and provide me with a feminine wardrobe. Of
course, then came the all too familiar moment where he
would invite me to his place and I'd defer, saying that I
wanted to get to know him more and chat to him more on here
before I made that big step.
However, we did chat again the next night, and the night
after that. He sent me charming e-mails during the day,
calling me by the name of his choice, Susanna. He kept
stressing that he was genuine, single, and was looking for
a special girl like me. There was no stress, he said, just
pop up and see how I felt. If I didn't find that I liked
acting in the female role then I could leave immediately
and we'd call it a day.
As I said earlier, I had been following this pointless
pattern for several years and, at 25, really was feeling
the need to express my femininity with someone else, just
in case I did realize I was a transsexual and wanted to
take it further. I would want to experience being a girl
still in her twenties. I'd read countless stories of men
who had denied these feelings for decades and, when they
finally decided they could ignore them no more, had changed
in their fifties - although they were invariably happy with
this, I would want to live the majority of my life as a
woman. That is IF I found I was transsexual, of course.
So, one Sunday afternoon whilst enjoying yet another
flirtatious IM with Lawrence, I decided to grab the bull by
the horns, as it were, and agreed to meet him. I had the
following week off work so agreed to travel up first thing
the next day. I was concerned that I didn't have much of a
wardrobe to take with me, just a wig, some make up that I
used when the house was empty, and a couple of pieces of
lingerie.
Lawrence assured me that this was not a problem. He'd
previously been married but his wife had left him several
years ago. She had gone on what he believed to be a
business trip to the States but was, he shortly found out,
an excuse to run away with a man she had met over there.
Consequently, she had left her entire wardrobe of clothes
with him. She was, he told me, an extremely attractive and
glamorous lady - a size 10/12. I had done some rough
measurements of myself and, at just 6' tall, with
measurements of 38/28/37, I reckoned I was a 10/12 also. He
had never disposed of her clothes and I was more than
welcome to use them all. In fact, he said, the notion of
me, a young and inexperienced TV/TS in his wife's lingerie
and skirts, made it all the more exciting and erotic for
him.
So that was it. I hardly slept that night but was
determined to go ahead with this. If it didn't work for me
then at least I would have tried it and could convince
myself that dressing privately was enough, that I wasn't
really a woman at all.
I woke groggy and early on Monday morning, my bag already
packed with a couple of days of male clothing, my wig and
makeup. I travelled up to Paddington and boarded my train
to Oxfordshire. I carried a little flask of scotch that I
sipped from occasionally when the nerves got too much. An
hour later I was in Oxford and hailed a cab to the address
Lawrence had given me. I travelled through some charming
villages and down country lanes until eventually we pulled
up at a large Tudor house, hidden behind some large iron
gates and a large front garden, filled with grand oak trees
and beautifully topiaried hedges, Gosh, I thought -
Lawrence WAS genuine when he said he was well off! I paid
the cabbie and buzzed the gate. He was obviously expecting
me as it swung open and I walked through.
As I crunched up the long drive I saw the front door opened
and a tall (taller than me), dark haired man standing there
smiling at me. Susanna! He exclaimed and I looked round,
nervous that anyone should hear me addressed in the
feminine. Of course, none of his neighbours were close
enough to hear. I got a sudden rush as it registered that I
was being called by a female name. I got to the door and,
for the first time, heard his voice. It was deep and
cultured:
"Susanna, it is so good to see you. I am not disappointed
at all. I can see the potential already! I've met a few
people online who, when I meet them, have obviously been
lying about their appearance. I hope you don't mind me
calling you Susanna, by the way, but I'd prefer to think of
you as entirely female and hope that this is the only time
I shall see you as a male."
"That's quite alright", I replied. I would want to do this
properly as well. "It's an amazing place you have here."
He invited me in and showed me down his dark hallway and
into a clean and modern kitchen. He poured me a freshly
ground coffee and led me into a luxurious sitting room. He
then began to explain his plan:
"I have to go to work today. I usually have several staff
here, a housekeeper and a gardener, but I have given them
the week off so you can acclimatise. Should you wish to
stay, of course! So, the run of the house is yours. As I
just said, it is a necessary evil that I have to see you as
a man right now but I wouldn't have expected you to travel
en femme. However, make yourself at home today. My ex-
wife's bedroom is effectively yours. Feel free to rummage
through her wardrobes and drawers and try everything on.
She led a busy life, both as a businesswoman and as a lady
of some leisure. She had some lovely clothes and some VERY
attractive lingerie. She really did leave everything here
when she left, makeup, jewellery, everything, and it's
yours to play with. I do hope you'll stay the day whilst
I'm out.
"However, there are a few slight rules that I must lay
down. Basically, as mutually agreed, I would want to see
you living and acting fulltime as a woman. I am very
genuine and serious about this venture. You are patently a
very feminine looking man who, I know, could easily be
transformed into a very striking young lady. When I get
back tonight I would want to see you dressed and made up.
Hair remover is in the bathroom, as is her makeup. Make
yourself at home, and I sincerely hope you'll be here when
I return this evening." He stood up and made for the front
door. "Please do stay, Susanna, I really think this could
work."
With that he shut the door behind him and I was alone.
***
As you can see, this story is unfinished. The keywords will
come into the story as it progresses. However, I would love
to hear any comments (good or bad!) about how you think it
is shaping up.
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