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Behind Every Good Man
By The Princess
I am in a truly unique place in my life. If someone were to have told
me two years ago that I would be where I am now I think I would have
laughed at them, truly I would!
My story begins a few years ago when for all intents and purposes I was
a normal forty three year old husband and father of two teenaged
daughters. Reasonably successful but aware that some thing was missing
in my life. I had an underlying urge to experience sex with another
guy. And not just any guy, he would have to be younger, bigger and more
dominant than me at least as far as our relationship was concerned.
This came about out of the blue quite by accident one weekend when I
was attending a work related conference and was having a last drink
late at night in one of the bars in the hotel.
His name was Michael and he was thirty three at the time. He was well
built and stood at six two, a good three inches taller than me. Once we
had our first drink together he just seemed to know to take charge of
the situation. He suggested his room and I obediently followed. I
assumed the passive role and I must say that performing fellatio,
stroking and fondling him and having his manhood inside me was perhaps
the most wonderful feeling in my life and made me want to become his
life partner and spend the rest of my time with him.
I was attending the conference because of my position as the CEO of a
large and well respected hospital in a major capital city. I had been
the Head Physician at the hospital for a number of years and had been
promoted to the CEO four years earlier. Michael was there in his
capacity as a nursing sister at a small regional hospital interstate.
We had medicine as a common interest but it went much deeper than that.
By morning I knew that I was in love with Michael and he with me.
From there things moved very swiftly. I resigned my position and filed
for a divorce from Joanne, my wife of twenty years. I arranged for all
my entitlements and wealth to be hers so as to look after her and my
two daughters, Annah and Cindy. I moved into Michael's apartment upon
his insistence and assurance that he would provide for me.
As he had a full time job and I had none I just naturally assumed the
household duties. I found that I took tremendous pride in keeping our
apartment clean and tidy and performing all the domestic chores. My
cooking skills blossomed and I learnt to sew buttons and repair torn
clothing and to iron clothes like a professional. My skills in the
bedroom blossomed too, much to Michael's pleasure. Doing the grocery
shopping became a large part of my week and I felt great pride in
spending Michael's money wisely and buying good nutritious goods and
cooking healthy meals for us both.
I began to take great care in my appearance. Daily facials, careful
skin care, strict diet to get to my goal weight, light exercising each
day to trim my waist and to look my best for Michael. This became very
important to me especially as I was ten years his senior and I did not
want to lose him to a more attractive partner.
One evening we had just finished dinner and I cleaned up while he
watched the television news as usual. I brought him a drink and cuddled
up next to him when he announced that he would like to have a child. I
have to tell you that this news scared me to death as I saw it as the
start of him replacing me with a woman. I cuddled up to him and gently
asked him exactly what he had in mind. He told me that many same sex
couples had used surrogate mothers and successfully raised children. Of
course I knew this and so began the next phase of our relationship.
I found myself watching mothers with their babies and found to my
surprise a certain envy in their relationship with their children.
Something I had never experienced as a man. As I observed I began to
realise that I too wanted a child and developed a plan, which I would
run by Michael that evening.
I prepared a romantic candle lit dinner and let him know that I was
prepared to do anything I had to do to make having our own child a
reality. Michael was thrilled so we formulated a plan. We advertised
for a single woman to accept semen from both Michael and myself.
Believe me we sure had some fun milking each other and quickly taking
our sperm to be stored at the fertility clinic.
We were fortunate to find a young university student who was physically
a little like me. Tall, thin and not unlike me facially. She could have
been a close relative! We ended up with a dozen of her eggs and the
fertility clinic went to work fertilising them with our sperm.
As all this was taking place my feminine side was becoming more and
more pronounced. I purchased androgynous clothing and began to dress in
a very ambiguous manner. Next came light make up and I pieced my ears.
Michael responded well to these changes and our sex life became more
wonderful than ever. Little sexy nighties became my night attire and
Michael sure did not object!
I suppose I could have predicted the next turn of events but it still
came as something of a shock when Michael suggested that I begin
hormone replacement therapy and live full time as a woman. He wanted to
help me become the best woman I could. Facial feminisation, gender
reassignment surgery, breast augmentation and hair replacement to give
me a woman's hairline.
My deep love for him and I must say that my enjoyment of my current
life persuaded me to go ahead and with our medical contacts the
procedures were completed within twelve months. I travelled to Thailand
and checked into the modern well maintained private clinic of Dr
Suporn. My stay lasted a total of five weeks for my four operations and
although having ones genitals altered from male to female is fairly
serious surgery it all went well and I returned home to Michael a
complete woman, happy and healthy. I cannot praise the Doctor and his
staff too highly. They were wonderful!
I have to tell you that sex as a woman is the ultimate and I would not
go back to being a man for anything!
Michael was a religious man so he insisted on making our relationship
lawful. We travelled to a state that allowed post operative women to
marry and with our two best friends as witnesses I became his lawful
wedded wife.
The fertility clinic was excited by our situation and after a lot of
contract signing I became the first male to female transsexual to have
fertilised eggs placed into her body. The baby would grow along with
the placenta taking it's nourishment from me and at term would be
delivered by caesarean section.
At Michael's suggestion it was decided to implant two eggs so I would
deliver twins. My pregnancy went well, only a little morning sickness
and a little high blood pressure and at eight months I had a healthy
baby daughter and son delivered by Caesar. Carrying my unborn children
seemed to agree with me. I enjoyed wearing maternity dresses and
receiving the good wishes from complete strangers who would ask after
me. Michael seemed to enjoy having a pregnant wife and our sex life was
good but after my second trimester I satisfied him in other ways than
vaginally.
We named our daughter Michelle after Michael and our son Donald after
me, Donna.
My breasts were full and I had no problem feeding my babies and I
cannot fully express the sheer delight of feeding a human being from
one's own body.
The babies thrived and I found such a joy at being a mother that I
could never had guessed possible. I loved my husband and my children
with all my heart. Being at home with them while Michael went to work
to provide for us was heaven. I made sure I demonstrated my love for
him at every opportunity!
It took four weeks after my Ceasar for me to feel up to intercourse
again but was it worth the wait! It was like the first time again and
our lives seemed just perfect.
One day Michael did not return home. I finally tracked him down after
three days. He was staying at a young male nurse's apartment and he
told me he had been living a lie and he could not go on acting as the
head of a straight family. I was too feminine for him and he had
absolutely no paternal feelings for our children at all. He suggested I
read the fine print on the contracts he had drawn up regarding the
children and I would see that he had an escape clause in the fine
print. I was devastated. What were we to do? I had no money and I had
thrown away my identity and my career for this man who no longer wanted
me or our two children.
After my hasty departure from my old position at the hospital my second
in charge, a fine doctor by the name of John Graves had been made CEO.
John knew nothing of my new existence but I remembered what a good
compassionate man he was, swallowed my pride and picked up the phone.
John was understandably shocked at my story and my predicament but
being the wonderful man that he is he agreed to fly out and discuss my
situation and possible future. I have to say that the poor man was
visibly taken aback when I answered the door in an pretty pale blue
dress, understated make up, heels, pony tail and holding two twelve
month old babies. John complemented me on my transition and assured me
that he would never have doubted me as anything but a natural born
woman and would have put me down as no more than late thirties. I had
been a female long enough to lap up that kind of compliment and I was
so grateful to hear it from a man I liked and admired.
John decided that my medical knowledge was no longer current and we
were pretty sure that I would not be made too welcome at my old
hospital by my ex colleagues so we decided to use my new identity and
my old knowledge to apply to become a nurse at my old hospital where I
had been Head Physician. John arranged an interview, an apartment and a
creche for my children. Within a week he was picking us up from the
airport and driving us to our new home. He even arranged a second hand
Toyota Corolla for me to use until I was back on my feet financially.
When I tried to voice my sincere thanks for what John was doing he
magnanimously twisted the thanks around saying that good nurses were so
difficult to come by and he knew I would be one of the best and that it
was he who should be thanking me!
I aced the interview and the entrance exam and began my nursing course.
The first time I walked into my old hospital in my student nurse's
uniform was one of the strangest experiences of my life. I knew that I
looked nice in my white dress and shoes and had deliberately kept my
make up subtle but I was not prepared for the looks I received from all
the males on staff. And I do mean all. Senior Doctors, Interns half my
age, Orderlies, maintenance men, even male patients and male visitors.
Did I make the women on my staff feel this way when I was the senior
man here? How did I not see this and put a stop to it? There is
something about being a female, in a woman's body and wearing a dress
that makes a person so vulnerable and defenceless that only another
woman can possibly know.
The days went quickly and I soon began to enjoy my role as a student
nurse. I really loved comforting people when they needed my help and it
was in this role that I actually felt more useful as a nurse than in my
old position as an administrator. Of course payday was a little
different now, I made exactly one tenth of my old salary! Still it was
enough for me to live on and look after little Michelle and Donald with
a little left over for the odd toy for them and the odd pretty thing
for their mother.
I would often find myself being directed by people who were once my
subordinates. That wasn't so bad but sometimes I was told to do things
I knew were not correct. As a nurse and a woman and a student I just
had to do as I was told, I had no choice.
Sex! What was a girl to do? Here I was amongst dozens of eligible men,
some who I used to be senior to when I was a man and to be perfectly
honest men who would only have to whistle to have me come running. How
does a girl remain professional and still have her carnal desires
satisfied?
I often found myself fantasising in my bed or the shower over one of my
workmates. In the end the problem was solved for me.
I had been a student nurse for six months when I was called into the
bosses office (my old office by the way). The Matron told me to report
to Doctor Graves immediately. My first reaction was fear as without
this job the three of us were in deep trouble. John's secretary ushered
me into his office (She did not recognise her old boss!) and told me to
wait for him there. I sat there in my white stockings wondering if this
was the end of my new life as I knew it. Life as a woman sure had a way
of being difficult that most men could not possibly imagine. The things
that were spinning through my head! Were my superiors unhappy with me
and I was to be let go? Had someone realised who I used to be and made
an objection to my being there as a woman? Was John sorry that he had
gone out on a limb to help me and was now going to get rid of me? I did
something that would seem foreign to most of the men reading this, I
began to cry.
By the time John, Dr Graves as he had told me to address him in company
as it would be difficult to explain a student nurse addressing the CEO
of a large city hospital by his first name, arrived back in his office
I was weeping uncontrollably. He immediately sat down next to me and
tried to comfort me by putting his arm around me. Between sobs I told
him of my fears and he assured me he only sent for me to find out how I
was doing and to touch base as our paths rarely crossed. The day of a
student nurse is a world apart from the CEO. His day was meetings,
lunches and decisions and mine now was bed pans, making beds and
administering medicines. He was concerned for me and the children.
Then something absolutely unexpected happened, he kissed me full on the
lips. Not once but three times, his tongue working it's way into my
mouth like a slippery beast with a mind of it's own. What the hell? I
broke free which wasn't easy as he was now so much stronger than me and
jumped up. What did he think he was doing? He was a married man and I
used to be his male boss! I grabbed my bag and left his office in such
a state I went to the nearest ladies room and sat in a stall and cried
until I could not cry any more. Eventually I washed my face, reapplied
my make up and somehow made it through the rest of my shift.
How dare he try to take advantage of me while I was so vulnerable! Is
this why he helped me so I could become his "bit on the side?" Was he
secretly turned on by the fact that I was once a man and his boss?
At the end of my shift I picked up the children and headed home in our
little Toyota. I couldn't face our empty apartment so I went to the
home of my best friend, my ex wife.
I pulled into her drive (our old drive) picked up the kids and knocked
on the door. Joanne answered and when she saw the look on my face she
quickly let us in and put the kettle on.
Our two daughters were out but expected home at any second. Sure enough
as Jo was pouring the tea they arrived from college and after their hi
Donna's to me scooped up the twins and whisked them off to the TV room
to give us some space. I was glad that I had done the right thing
financially by them which enabled us to remain friends into my new
life.
Joanne listened to my tale and gave me the shock of my life when she
said, "Just what did you expect he wanted when he did so much for you?
Do you still think so much like a man that you believe guys do all that
for a girl just because he wants to help? Well sister welcome to
womanhood. You wanted it you got it!"
Then after shocking me with her forthrightness she softened a bit. "Now
girl, don't try to tell me you're not attracted to John. The way you
talk about him, the way you admired him when he was your assistant, the
way you accepted his help now that you are a woman all points to one
thing. You are very attracted to your old friend! This supposed
revulsion to his advances is more likely the last vestiges of the man
you used to be but can never be again. For crying out loud Donna look
into a mirror. You are the most feminine creature God has put breath
into and you love John. Go to him while we look after the kids! One
more thing Donna, while you were off playing the little wife and mother
John's marriage ended. Julie walked out on him to go to another man. He
didn't tell you because he couldn't. He didn't want you to think he was
only helping you so you would replace Julie. I talk to John every week
and I know that his affection for you and the kids has grown since you
became a woman and he truly wants to get to know you as Donna and to
see where it will lead. Since my own remarriage to Bill and my
happiness I can only wish the same for you both."
With that Jo's husband Bill walked into the kitchen and as usual I
could not help but feel a tinge of remorse for what I had given up. Jo
was a very pretty woman who looked after herself and Bill was a fine
figure of a man. They met at the Gym where they both were members, Jo
doing aerobics class and Bill lifting weights. He looked as if he could
lift both Jo and me over his head with one hand and I also have to say
he was a very handsome man. A woman would not feel unsafe with Bill
around. Bill did not make the money that I had as a Doctor and then as
CEO but he was stable and dependable, a lot more than I was as it
turned out.
Even though Jo's advice added up I just could not make myself go to
John. Here I was a woman with two very small children who used to be
his boss, his male boss, his mentor, his squash opponent every
Wednesday night for years (my win average was ninety five percent) and
I was the one who encouraged him to apply for the second in charge job
as my assistant in the first place. Now I was expected to go to him and
tell him that I loved him and was prepared to be his girl.
And did I love him? Or was I just very grateful to him for giving me
the chance to get back my life and support my children? He was pretty
good looking, pretty nice, pretty well built and he did treat women
well. He also loved the twins and if this afternoon was any indication
he may even love me.
Okay, I accepted Jo's kind offer of looking after the twins, after all
they did love their big sisters and their Aunty Jo and Uncle Bill so I
drove my little Toyota home.
I rang John's service so I could leave a message rather than talk to
him personally and told him to expect me at his place in two hours. I
removed my dress and took a quick shower, shaved my legs, underarm's
and all the places a girl shaves to look her best for a man. I used my
prettiest smelling bath salts and fragrances, washed and conditioned my
shoulder length hair and studied my body in my full-length mirror. Not
too bad for an old broad who had given birth to twins. Flat tummy,
girly but not too wide hips, thirty six inch C cup breasts that weren't
too the worst for wear after breast feeding two ravenous little people,
slim arms and neck and (hopefully) a pretty womanly face. I was glad I
stuck to my diet as I tipped the scale at just fifty nine kilos, the
perfect weight for a woman my height. A far cry from the ninety eight
kilos I weighed as a man.
I slipped into a matching baby blue bra and panty set. The panties were
a French cut and emphasised my lack of anything faintly masculine about
my crotch. Next a short black satin slip, sheer nude holdups, two inch
black pumps and my favourite little black dress, mid thigh length,
fitted waist and sleeveless. I quickly but expertly applied my best
going on a date make up, grabbed a matching bag after throwing in all
the things a girl needs when going on a very important date and jumped
into my little ten year old Toyota. I made it to John's very upmarket
home just ten minutes late. A girl shouldn't appear too anxious!
John answered the door looking very sheepish, he was actually concerned
that I was still upset at his treatment of me this afternoon. Once he
saw how I was dressed he noticeably loosened up and flashed me his
killer smile. It was my turn to do the advancing so I linked my arms
around his neck and pressed my lips to his, gently parting mine to
invite his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss went on and on and he
eventually lifted me into his arms and kicked the door shut all while
not interrupting our kiss.
He carried me effortlessly into his bedroom. He was always a large man
but since I had been away he had worked out and was now one hundred and
ten kilos, almost twice my current weight. We had been the same weight
when I was a man. I would have to keep in mind how much stronger he was
than me now and not play wrestle with him as I once would have. He
could now easily snap me in two with one hand tied behind his back!
After laying me on his bed he laid beside me and continued to kiss me.
I could feel his rising manhood pressing into me and I released it from
it's gaberdine prison. I reached into his underpants and drew it out.
My God it seemed huge! Much bigger than Michael. It was only the third
penis I had touched sensually and one of those used to be attached to
me. This was by far the best and after stroking it to it's full glory
it was time to reward this wonderful man for all he had done (and was
about to do) for me!
I ran my tongue down his opened shirt front licking his hairy chest and
tummy. I took the base of his glorious cock in my right hand and cupped
his magnificent balls in my left. I then descended my mouth onto the
head of his dick licking and kissing it as if it was my long lost
husband home from years away at the war! I took as much of it as I
could into my mouth and started sliding up and down his beautiful
manhood. All the while stroking him and massaging his balls.
Needless to say in a matter of a few minutes I felt a great swelling
and he grabbed my hair and held me fast to his crotch. Great gushes of
his gorgeous man juice spurted into my waiting mouth and I made
absolutely sure not a drop escaped my hungry tummy. I cleaned him up
with my tongue and slipped into his ensuite to wash out my mouth so he
could go on kissing me. I have always believed that a girl should
present herself to a man in as clean a fashion as possible. He gave me
a playful slap on my behind as I passed and as I paused to respond, his
hand went up my dress and found it's way into my panties. I had to
break myself away before I impaled myself on his impressive cock and
lost myself in passion. Focus girl!
When I came back to his bed he gently unzipped my dress and undressed
me. I lay on the bed and he mounted me and kissed me deeply. He rubbed
my nether lips and I stroked his masculinity back to life. By the time
he was massive again I was dripping wet and my vagina was ravenous for
every inch of his manhood. I have Dr Suporn and his team to thank for
this. Not only was I highly orgasmic as a female but my vagina self
lubricated. He really is a wonderful surgeon and a great man!
He dipped himself into my 'little girl' and I thought I was going to
explode with pleasure. Never with Michael had I squealed but under John
I was a squealing lioness. Perhaps make that kitten. His big arms
around me and his heaviness pinning me to the mattress and his dick
nailing me in place, surely this must be heaven. On and on it went, he
exploded into me three more times and after my first three glorious
orgasms I stopped counting. All I knew was that this man was the
perfect lover and this girl was not going to let him get away. By the
time morning came I knew I wanted to spend my life as his wife and I
wanted to make him the happiest man in the world!
After a luxurious shower together in the morning I made his breakfast,
ironed a shirt for him and hopped into my little car to get home, put
on my uniform, pick up the twins from Jo's and take them to their
creche and present to work. As I drove away from John's I remembered
the last time I drove away from visiting his house I was driving my new
V8 Mercedes Benz. My Corolla would have fitted into it's boot! Oh well
I have to say I would not swap back for anything, this being a girl was
just too delicious for words.
I had to promise Jo a full report later after work but she guessed the
most of it. One look at me and she knew what I was feeling. A woman can
tell when a girlfriend is in love.
My shift that day seemed to drag on. I was sure John would give me some
sign or message regarding our new form of friendship but nothing came.
I now know how a girl feels after a date waiting for the guy to call.
Does he like me? Does he want to see me again? Was I too easy? Was I
just a lay for him to vent his passion? Oh my God I was becoming
paranoid with worry. At the end of my shift still nothing and as I
drove to pick up my children I found myself crying again. Was I his
whore last night? I made dinner for myself and the twins in a very
sombre mood that prompted little Donald to ask, "What's the matter
mummy?" I burst into tears which scared the little one nearly to death
and I realised I just had to snap out of it, even if just for my
children's sake. I knew I was behaving like a high school girl and I
was upsetting the children.
After dinner I rang Jo and poured my heart out to her. Then I heard the
best news ever. John had spoken to Jo and Bill and he told them how
much he loved me but because of his earlier behaviour he didn't want to
scare me off.
Enough is enough! I put the twins down and rang and invited John to my
little apartment. He arrived and we had an adult discussion regarding
our relationship. I told him that time was too short to beat around the
bush so I was going to be open and honest. I loved him and if he would
have me I wanted to be his wife. The twins adored him and on their
behalf I told him that this little family needed a head, I needed a man
the twins needed a father and one good head deserved another! I
proceeded to demonstrate this in no uncertain terms which led to a
night in the sack to rival even the night before. I don't know how the
poor man managed it but I do know that being female sure has it's
advantages!
Epilogue
After a short romance John and I were married. I requested the old
fashioned vows that actually made me his property. Jo, Annah and Cindy
were my bridesmaids, Michelle our flower girl and Donald was our ring
bearer. John had Bill as his best man and his two younger brothers as
his groomsmen. I used to kid his brothers when we were all guys while
playing squash. They were taken aback at first but they soon came to
love their new sister in law.
We honeymooned in Paris and I came home with some gorgeous Parisian
dresses that were to die for. Have you been up the Eiffel Tower in a
one thousand dollar Parisian dress? I have! I have also had a gorgeous
man make wild passionate love to me in a five star Parisian Hotel -
heaven on a stick!
John and I had one more child, a little girl called Sally. We used
another of the university student's eggs but this time John's seed was
used to father our baby. Jo and Bill as our best friends agreed to be
her Godparents. Michelle and Donald adored their little sister and our
family was complete.
John often laughs that although he is my boss it was me who encouraged
and mentored him to apply for a management position at the hospital. To
this I reply, "Behind every good man is a good woman."
Oh you may wish to know I eventually became Charge Nurse at the
Hospital You probably think that being the bosses wife had something to
do with my promotion but actually it was my natural ability to manage
hospital duties that brought about my promotion. I wonder how I knew so
much about running a hospital? Two male nurses came to work for me. Can
you guess who? Yep Michael my loyal first husband and his little
boyfriend. Do you think having a vengeful ex wife for a boss and her
loving new husband for a CEO made for a happy time for them? I think
you clever readers know the answer to that one!
Alessandra
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