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My New Life
By Lorraine Simmons
My wife, Diana is forcing me to keep a journal of all the events in the new life
as a woman she has constructed for me. As I have previously written I was a
sheltered transvestite who had the permission of my wife to dress in private as
long as I remained a man in our marriage and keep my activities to the privacy
of our home. Like many of us I was not content with the limitation placed upon
me by my lovely and very successful wife. It was the violation of her rules that
finds me in my present position. I now find myself living 24/7 as what "real"
men see as a rather attractive looking female with no trace of my former male
personality remaining. My last writing left off with me completely transformed
into Lorraine Simmons, a woman just ending a bitter marriage and reemerging into
the world and beginning a new life as a divorced female finding herself alone in
the world. Diana has scripted my new life to mirror the end of her part in our
marriage and my own rebirth as a woman finding her place in a new world. She is
delighted putting me into both roles to fully learn what it is like being a real
woman, something I never wanted to be but now is powerless to prevent.
My wife Diana and I were about to go out on a previously arranged double date,
with two of her business associates, Brad and Jim. Brad, my date was a mountain
of a man and was everything I was not as a man and Diana was sure to make me
know of how large a failure I was in that category. The present stage of my
forced feminization as my punishment for violating her rules made my new
position almost comical. Here I was fully made up with a head full of curly long
blonde hair extensions, my hands with long red acrylic fingernails and my face
with eyebrows plucked into the most feminine arches and covered in the fullest
array of cosmetics to enhance the look of even the plainest of women. I had
glued on breast forms on my chest being supported by a severe tightly laced full
corset and my radically transformed body dressed in the slinkiest feminine black
cocktail dress, but under all that I was still a man playing at being a woman.
But this was no comedy and Diana wanted me to realize that this was now my new
reality and I was completely under her direction and control and what she had
planned for me was no game. I would soon find out how extensive and terrifying
her plans were.
We had all finished a glass of wine and Diana had introduced me to our dates as
an old time female friend visiting her after a bitter divorce. On my fingers
were Diana's wedding and engagement rings, this to make me live the end of our
marriage from the female prospectus. I was placed in the position of a female
suffering the humiliation of being cast aside by a heartless man. To further
thrust me into the world as a female, Diana had previously forced a tampon deep
in my anal cavity and in addition made me wear a woman's sanitary pad to
heighten my new female position. She even told both men I was having my "time of
the month" and hoped I wouldn't ruin the festive time the men had planned for
both of us. This blunt admission from my wife rocked me on my high heels and I
began to tremble at the thought of what other humiliations I would be forced to
endure.
Diana just laughed as I squirmed and pulled me aside and whispered in my ear
"Enjoying being a woman? I hope so, for I have so much planned for you."
We all got ready to go out, Brad picked up the silver fox coat Diana planned for
me to wear tonight and held it open for me. I put my arms in and the coat was
brought up around my shoulders, Brad brushed my long hair away from the collar
and I was now encased in the wondrous soft fur. My long finger nailed hands
hooked the coat's clasps and I picked up my purse. How strange I felt at that
moment, the fur heightening the feminine feelings as I gazed into the hall
mirror just before we about to exit "our" home, now with me as my wife's girl
friend. I wondered if Diana would ever let me be her husband again.
Diana never looked better as Jim assisted her with her mink coat and the four of
us walked to Jim's Lincoln Town car, parked in the driveway. I could hear the
clicking of our spiked high heels on the concrete drive and each man assisted
with our entry to the luxurious car. I remembered to first seat myself like a
natural woman and then slowly swing both my nylon-sheathed legs, with my spike
heels finally resting on the deep pile carpeting of the car. I slowly pulled the
fur coat about me so I would not look so inviting and hopefully Brad would
respect my position of a newly divorced woman. I did not know that Diana had
prepared my "downfall" by explaining I might act aloof but really needed a "man
to make me feel as desirable, sensual woman again".
Brad didn't need any more encouragement. He slid into the car and moved very
close to me. First he placed his right arm around me and then his left hand
separated the opening to my coat. I felt his hand on my knee and it was
messaging the silky nylons that surrounded my legs. He began to whisper to me
how much he liked what he saw and how much he wanted to please me and make me
feel alive again as a very desirable female. Being new to all this attention I
just sat there and smiled. Brad took this as a further encouragement and I soon
found one hand reaching up my dress and now stroking my thigh. Fearful that
further exploration would expose my true sex I firmly brought my legs together.
This only heightened Brad's attention and I found myself getting a firm but
passionate kiss on my lips.
While in his embrace I could now feel his other hand softly move to my earlobe
as he stroked it causing the long dangling earring to bounce against my neck. I
could only whisper that I wasn't ready for all of this type of treatment. His
reply was how hot I looked and how much he wanted me.
We arrived at the upscale restaurant and were treated to a wonderful meal and I
began to feel safe being in a public space. Before we were to leave Diana
request that "us girls" needed to visit the powder room. It was there that Diana
sprung her next humiliation upon me. I was informed that as compensation for the
evening we would offer to orally perform for our dates. I begged her not to make
me do this and she just laughed that she wanted to see my expression and that
she wanted to see reminded me that I "was a good girl" and wouldn't go down on a
guy on the first date, but that in the future it would be a natural act expected
of a full woman and that was what I was from now on. She watched as I freshen my
makeup and she did so as well and asked how was "my tampon" and how she hoped I
felt as a sexy woman.
As we walked back to the table I sensed many of the men looking our way and I
was being undressed by many of the men seated in the restaurant. Once back at
the table we were helped with our coats and we again entered the sleek town car.
Brad asked if we would like to go dancing and some cocktails. Diana accepted
quickly for both of us. I then realized I would have to dance with me in the
woman's position. My mind was racing and I was so occupied with how a woman
would hold her hands and move I didn't feel Brad's hand move to caress what he
thought was my right nipple. Since I was now forced to have breast forms glued
on it took awhile for me to realize what was happening. Brad whispered in my ear
he could feel how hard my nipple got and how was I was enjoying his advances. I
had to fake that I was being stimulated sexually, as if I was a natural woman. I
could see Diana was enjoying my predicament and wanted me to know that she was
pushing me further to experience life as a woman and I was powerless to prevent.
After a long and tiring evening our dates brought us home. Diana told Brad to
walk me to the door while she said good night to Jim in the car. Brad gave me
again several long and very sensual kisses. I knew I better respond as Diana
told me act. Now I was kissing a man and fully acting as a natural female. All I
wanted was to get out of the clothing and get back to my former male self.
I finally got into our house and began to shake. I removed the fur coat and was
looking at my reflection in the hall mirror. I didn't look like a man anymore
and wondered why I had let Diana make me into what I knew now was a very
realistic and believable looking woman. I didn't have to wait too long as Diana
entered the house.
"How was your first night being a woman?" was all Diana asked.
I responded I had enough dressing up and was ready to be her husband again and I
had enough fun playing dress up.
She just laughed, "You don't get it, this is your new reality", as she pushed me
in front of the mirror.
She unzipped the tight cocktail dress and let it drop to the floor. There I
stood, with wavy flowing long blonde hair, resting upon my shoulders with
dangling diamond earrings hanging from my permanently pierced holes. My face
fully made up with no trace of anything masculine. My waist tightly held in the
tight grasp of a formidable corset and long, sheer black stockings gartered to
that corset and my feet adorned in pencil thin stiletto heels with tiny black
ankle straps. The worst was the full and heavy breast forms glued onto my chest,
which moved as I tried to catch my breath. I was the total picture was of a very
what any man would want in a woman. I then remembered that a tampon was buried
in my anal cavity and I began to cry, knowing Diana was right. I was completely
under her control and my days as a man and her husband were over.
Diana loosened the lacing on the rear of the corset and unhooked it once the
garters were released. She removed it from around my waist and now I could
really feel the heavy weight of the breast forms pulling on my chest. As I bent
over to release the ankle straps holding the high heels on my feet I knew the
full weight of gravity pulling at the attached forms and wondered when or if I
would be allowed to remove them. I removed my high heels and then the nylon
stockings.
I kept staring at myself in the full-length mirror. Diana instructs me as to
properly removal all my makeup and jewelry. I was then told to moisturize my
face, just as if I was a natural woman.
"You better get use to doing this nightly." Diana laughed at me. "You are now
going to learn what it's really like being a woman."
I was given a change of pastel yellow lacy panties to match a long silky floor
length pale yellow nightgown. Then a soft lacey, nylon dressing gown and
matching high heel mules ware handed to me to put on. I put them all on and tied
a bow about my neck and I am reminded of the extremely long red talons attached
to my nails.
"Be a good girl, Lorraine, and put on a pot of tea for us, while I get myself
ready for bed." said Diana.
I thought it wise to get Diana into a relaxed condition so that we could end
this game and hopefully I could get back to being her husband rather than her
girlfriend. I walked past a full-length mirror and I see myself with long blonde
curls surrounded by multiple layers of chiffon and lace. The image just can't be
me and how could I let my wife do all these extremely feminine treatments to me.
I prepare the tea and serve my wife and then seated myself opposite her.
"Lorraine, you look perfect as a beautiful woman and I am enjoying your new
relationship as my girlfriend and know it can only get better."
I just wanted to get out of the ultra feminine clothing and resume my place as
her husband.
She begins to laugh at me uncontrollable, "Do you think of yourself as a man,
even without a hint of makeup you are still 100% female in all respects and can
never be a real man again"?
Deep down I knew she was right, I had let her do too many things to alter my
appearance and she had forced me to assume the place of the a rejected wife, I
could not stop and be a male again. I asked her what her full plans were for me
and what was to be my new future. She had a planned appointment for me tomorrow
at her OB/GYM and I would begin a full course of female hormones and at the end
was for me to really become a woman. I was no longer a cross dresser but
transsexual starting sex reassignment. This was my new life.
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