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Blacktown 1950
Chapter 2
By The Princess
Well dear Readers, hasn't my life taken a turn in the last few months?
Three months ago I was to all intents and purposes the stereotypical
successful career man, husband, father and community leader. I was forty
years of age and the rest of my life to enjoy. My life had looked to be
perfect except for a few tiny, weeny, insignificant things.
One, my wife and I had grown apart to the point of little or no physical
contact and very little feelings between us at all.
Two, my daughters were living their lives with little input from me. As
my relationship with their mother disintegrated, they became closer to
her and more distant from me.
Oh and number three, I spent nearly every single moment of my life
feeling a deep envy of all females to the point of wishing I could become
one.
This envy could manifest itself at any time. I only had to look at my
secretary and I would wish I lived her life, in her body with her family,
clothes and looks. I would observe little girls jumping rope and find
myself wanting to be dressed in a little dress, wearing a ponytail
playing alongside them. I would see a young mother wheeling her baby in a
pram and the rising envy would be all consuming. It was so much so that
it was all I could do to force the image from my mind in order to get any
of my own activities done at all.
Any image of a woman being made love to by a man would bring such an ache
to my breast that breathing became difficult and my jealousy of the woman
threatened to envelope me.
I had been crossdressing since the age of three and like a lot of
transgendered people my feelings had intensified with the years. I knew
that something had to happen but what would that be?
Then I read the 'advert' on the web. It offered to transform successful
t-girl applicants into women to take their place in a wonderful society
that prized old-fashioned fifties morals and ideals.
I initially responded believing it to be a gag but as I now sit in the
den of my house in Blacktown typing these words, wearing a gorgeous
blouse, poodle skirt, heels, full makeup, pearls and the most sumptuous
ladies underwear I have ever owned; and waiting for my husband to return
home from his lodge meeting, I can assure you that advert was very
genuine.
I suppose it's time to reflect on my new position in life.
I'm sure you would like to know if I am happy? I have gone from my old
stressful life as a senior administrator to one of sheer bliss as a wife,
a woman, a secretary to my wonderful boss, and I am now Mrs Tracy
Chapman. Or to be more accurate, Mrs Mark Chapman.
Happiness is not the word. Try ecstatic and you may be getting close!
How do I feel about my new body?
It just feels right! I have lost 29 kilos since my transformation started
and although tall, I'm slim and dare I say petite. I have lost most of my
upper body strength but as a woman in Blacktown that isn't a problem.
There is always a man willing to assist a woman to lift heavy objects and
I must say the return to fifties manners is lovely. To have men stand as
I enter a room, to have doors opened for me, to have my darling husband
seat me at a restaurant is pure bliss.
Speaking of pleasure there is one aspect of being a passive, demure
fifties wife that I have not adhered to. But as this takes place in our
bedroom in private I cannot see us being admonished for it. I am a
lioness in bed and I love sex.
Our lovemaking is perhaps the greatest joy of my new life. I initially
thought that my libido may wane without any testosterone but believe me
my carnal desires and my intense desire to please my husband have
combined to expand out of all proportion! Mark the poor man is put to the
test regularly and I am proud to say that he rises to the occasion
admirably.
Some new experiences have really stood out though. Things I wasn't
expecting.
A few examples of these are after Mark empties himself into me and I
return to our bed after visiting the toilet it's a little disappointing
to find him fast asleep. I want to cuddle, feel safe and be loved.
Speaking of toilets and queuing in the ladies room! I never knew that
this took place. No wonder girls go in pairs. We need someone to keep us
company while we wait. It makes sense though. All you guys have to do is
step up take it out and aim. Nothing to it. We have to enter a stall,
lock the door, remove half our clothing, sit, do our business, wipe, get
dressed, adjust our clothing, repair our makeup and do our hair. How's
that for a small cultural difference?
Oh and one more difference that I didn't expect. My opinions are
discounted by men. If the conversation has any merit at all and I
contribute, my ideas count for nought with the men. I must have had my
brain removed when the surgeon removed my testicles.
I have the pleasure of working with lots of wonderful people but two of
the girls have become my best friends. Sally Jones is a fellow secretary
in City Hall. She was a senior accountant with Price Waterhouse in her
previous life so Mr Black (our town founder) made her secretary to the
Town Treasurer Mr Grey. Sally is a great girl with a love of life. She
adores her new husband and can't wait to start her family.
My other girlfriend is Wendy Campbell. She is single but very much on the
lookout for Mr Right. Wendy was a landscape gardener running a successful
business in charge of fifteen men. She is now the personal assistant to
Blacktown's municipal engineer, Mr Thompson.
Poor Wendy has a constant battle with her arms. As a man she had 22"
biceps from her manual work. She cannot lift anything heavy without her
arms bulking up. As a result she lets the guys around her do all her
lifting, we are hoping that as time goes by the oestrogen will remove
this problem from her life.
Mr Thompson is single and we girls know that Wendy has her sights locked
on him. He is cute and we are always designing ways to help these two get
together.
Whenever I can think of an excuse for a dinner party I sit them together
and if we throw any social gathering at all, Mr Thompson is always on the
guest list. I have discovered a love of hosting parties.
It kind of feels like being mother to all my guests. Making sure they
have enough to eat, are comfortable and happy. My maternal instincts are
kicking in big time! These two wonderful girls were my bridesmaids and
when the time comes I am looking forward to being involved in Wendy's
wedding.
One day I arrived home to find an envelope addressed to Mrs Mark Chapman.
My husband Mark handed it to me, "This looks important honey, you had
better see what it is"
It was a letter advising me of an appointment with the surgeon who
transformed me into a woman. It was for one week from today.
"I imagine it is a routine check up to see how my new equipment is
doing."
Mark, who had been a resident in Blacktown six months longer than me shot
me a wry, knowing smile.
"What's going on honey?" I exclaimed. "You know more than you are letting
on."
"You just do as you are told missy and you will find out soon enough."
I knew better than to press him as a wife in Blacktown lets her husband
have the last word in matters like this.
The next week was a busy one for us. As Blacktown High's Principal, Mark
had to attend the Debutante Ball as guest of honour and as his wife I was
expected to look my best as he led me in on his arm. Dress fittings,
hairdressing appointments and a makeover took all my attention that week.
I loved it all!
The Ball was lovely and the young women presented to Mark and myself were
absolutely gorgeous. As Blacktown was relatively new, the children who
had been born were too young to be in high school. These debutantes were
ex boys ranging in real age from eighteen to twenty five.
All of them came from transgendered backgrounds and were processed by our
feminising clinic. The clinic had some very advanced new techniques. If
the girls came out looking young they were assigned positions as
schoolgirls and as such could be trained to take their special place in
our society as required.
These girls would become the future nurses, nannies, supermarket girls,
typists, factory floor girls and of course wives and mothers necessary to
ensure the smooth running and future of Blacktown and the massive hormone
producing plant which it served.
Young boys? Now where did they come from? The high school had a healthy
gender balance consisting of lots of, cute as a button, schoolboys. All
bursting with budding manhood and looking forward to taking their place
in our society as men with all the privileges that being a male in
Blacktown guarantees.
It turned out that these schoolboys were actually eighteen to twenty five
year old male admirers prior to their new life here in Blacktown.
Our gender reassignment research serendipitously discovered a most
fortunate phenomenon. By combining just the right quantities of
testosterone, oestrogen and several trace elements they could turn back
the body clock! A real honest to goodness fountain of youth.
This treatment took approximately six months to take full affect but what
it did was to strip the body of the last stages of hormonal growth and
replace that growth with a more perfect result. This regression was not a
linear number of years but more of a percentage. Typically twenty five
percent. A twenty year old would assume the looks and physical age of a
fifteen year old, a forty year old became the equivalent of a thirty year
old.
So all these strapping young guys were being re-engineered as if a new
mould. They would become husbands, fathers, tradesmen, professionals and
the future masculinity of Blacktown. It was like living in a town of
beautiful Lil' Abners.
Back to the ball! I was overwhelmed by the desire to be held.
"May I have the pleasure of this dance Mr Chapman?" I asked him.
"It would be my pleasure Mrs Chapman," he said and he led me to the dance
floor and took me into his arms.
He led beautifully and as he twirled me the swish of my evening dress
against my legs was pure delight, as was his erection pressing into me
through his trousers and the skirt of my dress.
"Why Mr Chapman you seem to have something hard in your trousers?" I
asked.
"Well then my dear you had better come up with a plan to deal with that a
little later on."
"Consider it done sir," I playfully replied. "With all the testosterone
and oestrogen coursing through these kids, I can imagine what will be
going on in the backseat of cars all over Blacktown tonight."
To be honest these beautiful boys were making me hot but in true fifties
style I was a one-man woman. I had only desire for one guy and he was
enough man for this girl.
"I don't know about the kids but I sure know what will be going on our
bedroom later on tonight!" said Mark.
"You just make sure you don't let your little wifey down Mister," I said
in reply.
That was enough to get my sporty little turbo charged four-cylinder motor
running. Mark would only have to click his fingers and I would have been
one of the schoolgirls on her knees in the toilets with him. But he knew
better than to click his fingers, he could tell I was hot and he
recognised that look on my face!
After the night ended, he was all I hoped he would be and I awoke next
morning a very satisfied woman.
The next day Mark rang to say he would be home a little late. I turned
down the food on the stove that I was preparing for dinner and decided to
do some housework while I waited.
"Sorry I'm late babe," he called as he came through the door.
I brought him his usual beer as he arrived home each night and as usual I
pretended to keep it from him until I received my required payment. I was
not disappointed. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply while the
rustle of my skirt as he held me close only added to my pleasure. I
handed over his drink and took up my small glass of white wine.
"What was the emergency darling?"
"Do you remember a pretty girl by the name of Stacy Williams that was
presented to us at the Deb Ball?" he asked.
"Of course I do. She was wearing a gorgeous halter neck gown in ivory
with a drop waist and the most darling little silk slippers and matching
bag."
Mark looked at me and grinned, "You're not getting into this girl thing
much are you?"
I playfully punched his arm and pretended to pout. "Would you rather I
played soccer, stopped shaving my legs and took to wearing slacks every
day?"
"Yeah like that would happen in Blacktown. You would be labelled a queer
and sent packing to the isle of Lesbos! Anyway babe to stay on topic, it
turns out that young Stacy is not happy with her new life. She was a 22
year old Civil Engineering graduate when she answered Mr Black's advert
and now she has realised that she was not a transsexual but simply a
fetishistic crossdresser."
All of Blacktown's adult population were well versed in transgendered
terms. Just mention autogynephilia at a dinner party and the conversation
would rage for hours!
"Oh the poor girl What is the state of play now?" I asked.
"Well I had a meeting with Stacy and her parents in my office tonight and
I suggested that as you were also a Civil Engineer and an ex man, (I
punched him playfully again,) that perhaps you would have a talk with her
and see if you could help."
"Of course I will darling but I don't know what I can do. I'm not a
trained councillor but I am a woman and perhaps a problem shared is a
problem halved?"
It was arranged that I would meet Stacy the next night. I would leave
work a little early, after asking Mr Graham's permission, and pick up
Stacy from school.
I decided to dress a little young in a little black skirt, that came
about mid thigh, and a pretty pink T shirt. Stacy was in her school
uniform of a short dress, white socks and black school shoes.
"Hi Stacy do you remember me from the ball?" I asked.
"Of course Mrs Chapman, thanks for agreeing to see me."
"It's a pleasure Stacy." I went easy on the 'honey' or 'sweetie' as I
knew this being a girl was difficult for her. "Mrs Chapman is my mother-
in-law Stacy, so how about calling me Tracy, especially when we are
alone?"
The fifties values required that she addressed me as Mrs but I felt that
in this case we could make an exception.
"Ok Tracy, thanks," she replied.
"First thing lets get you out of that school dress and then we shall have
a good old heart to heart."
We drove to one of the three ladies clothing shops in Blacktown. The one
that catered for teenaged girls. Girl town!
"Lets see if a new dress helps the situation?"
Stacy shot me a look like a deer caught in the headlights. She ended up
choosing a skirt and top set not unlike I was wearing. Good!
"Now for shoes." Show me a female of any form that doesn't love a new
pair of shoes.
Once bought we drove to a quiet park on the edge of Black's lake and sat
on a park bench and commenced our little chat.
"Tell me what's troubling you dear?"
"Well Tracy I have been dressing for the past few years and when I saw
the advert I thought that was what I wanted so I went for it."
Wait a second. "Did you say the only last few years?
"Yes."
"Why did you feel that you wanted to be a girl?" I asked.
No answer.
I waited for a while and repeated the question.
Still no answer.
"Stacy can I hazard a guess?" I went on without waiting for a reply. "You
experienced a sexual thrill when dressed and you mistook that for
transsexualism? Am I right dear?"
Stacy nodded slowly and I could see she was beginning to cry.
"Well dear what do you want to do about it?"
"I don't know but I do know that I don't want to live my life as a girl."
Then it suddenly hit me that Stacy was now living the life I was living
when I was a man. Pretending to be a gender she was not. We had to help
her. I took her home after talking some more and told her to keep her new
clothes as a gift from me. After all she was a crossdresser even if not a
transsexual.
I talked to Mark and he agreed to try to arrange a meeting with Mr
Richards, the man who conducts the interviews for potential citizens of
Blacktown.
Mr Richards agreed to meet me and it was quite nice to see him again. He
was so busy recruiting that he did not spend a lot of time in Blacktown
so I hadn't seen him since my transition.
"You look lovely my dear" he said to me.
"Thank you sir, you look pretty good yourself" I couldn't help but flirt
with him and he did not seem to mind.
"Now what is the problem?"
I told him Stacy's story and he was a little perplexed. " I can assure
you Tracy that this is at odds with the information she gave me at her
interview."
"I'm sure it is Mr Richards but we all know that many trangendered people
will say what they think you want to hear if it gets them what they think
they want."
"Hmmmm yes, I am aware of this but I was sure about her, she seemed the
classic early transitioning transsexual"
"Is there anything we can do for her sir?"
"Well she has the same equipment that you do and her old equipment is
long gone. There is no way to undo what has been done I'm afraid. Also
she signed an iron-clad agreement stating her wish to remain in
Blacktown. We cannot allow people to come and go as they please and risk
the security we enjoy here."
"I have an idea but I know that it may prove unpopular with the powers
that be." I said.
"Go ahead Tracy."
"Could an exception be made for Stacy to regain semi male status, train
and work in a man's field?" I asked.
"Highly irregular. What would that achieve?"
"At least she could stay and contribute to the society and if she stays
the way she is now I fear she may harm herself."
So it was decided that Stacy would leave school and take up an
apprenticeship as a mechanic at the local garage. She jumped at this and
special dispensation was granted for her to wear overalls at work. At all
other times she would dress in skirts but at least she had some vestige
of a male existence.
(Epilogue concerning Stacy:-. Stacy and her parents readily agreed and I
am glad to say that she became much happier girl and one hell of a car
mechanic. She eventually capitulated and fell in love with her boss. It
seems love is about the person not the gender. Stacy made a beautiful
bride, the crossdresser in her saw to that, and she eventually became the
mother of three wonderful girls.)
Back to my story! Something that struck me as strange happened over the
next three days. Mark, who could never get enough of me suddenly stopped
making love to me.
As a demure wife I was not about to beg for it but it took all my will
power not to jump his bones at every opportunity. He was too tired or too
busy or too stressed.
"I know a way of reliving stress," I said as I unbuttoned his trousers
and dropped to my knees.
"Sorry babe but not right now," and he buttoned up and left the room.
I was flabbergasted! And hurt. And horny!
The morning of my appointment I made Mark's breakfast and took a long
luxurious shower. I wanted to look my best for the man who 'made' me and
I took extra care in my preparations. I selected a very June Cleaver
dress, matching bag and heels and took the utmost care with my makeup.
I arrived at the clinic and was asked to wait in the waiting room. Three
other girls were already there, some I knew from my work and one a high
school girl with her boyfriend, a rather hunky young man who was on the
high school football team.
The young couple went in first and came out fifteen minutes later looking
a little upset. I would later find out why.
"Mrs Chapman," I heard my name was called.
I went in and Mrs Webster greeted me and told me to get undressed and
slip into an examination gown. She had me lie on the exam table and she
securely locked my legs into the stirrups. She left me there alone for a
few minutes and Dr Casey (I kid you not!) came in carrying a small box
and followed by Mrs Webster. I had found out that Mrs Webster was a
leading Paediatrician at a major city hospital in her previous life so it
made sense she would be awarded the chief nurse's job at the clinic
assisting Dr Casey.
"I'm sure you are curious to know exactly what you are here for my dear,"
started the doctor.
"Well Doctor I thought this was to be a routine check-up but I'm not so
sure now."
"Clever girl. Allow me to bring you up to speed." As he was talking, a
drip was placed into my arm and his speech took place as the solution was
doing its job of relaxing my pelvic muscles and numbing my nether
regions.
"To all intents and purposes you are now a healthy thirty year old
female."
'Fantastic!' I thought. 'As well as everything else I had picked up ten
years! Does it get any better than this? I was about to find out.'
"When I performed your genital reassignment surgery I implanted an
artificial uterus. Now I know you cannot menstruate or ovulate but the
purpose of your womb is to allow a baby to develop inside you and enable
you to give birth to your baby naturally as women have done since the
beginning of time."
That was given but I'd stopped being a smart-ass when I stopped standing
to urinate.
By this time I had about seven hundred questions but I had been a
Blacktown resident long enough to know that a woman did not interrupt a
man like Dr Casey. He would tell me all I needed to know in his own good
time.
"Your womb is a marvel of modern science. It will stretch and contract
enabling multiple pregnancies. It is self cleaning and infections are
rare. We select eggs from women all around the globe with whom you share
common characteristics and place them into you for fertilisation by your
husband in the traditional fashion. We have a store of frozen eggs and
can select from those especially to fill a need in our society. For
instance if we require more trades people we may select an egg from a
woman with that background. If we need more nurses we would select an egg
sourced from a woman from that field. If we had a shortage of manual
labourers we would select an egg from a woman with a not too high an IQ
and so on. Our computer program keeps track of all the children to ensure
a good cross section of types," he explained.
"One thing though, we never accept eggs from anyone with the slightest
hint of a criminal background or any genetic disease. Mr Black does not
stand for a weakening of the gene pool. That's why you had to provide
your bodily samples at your initial interview, to see if you would make a
good breeder. Even though you are basically only a vessel to grow a baby,
a test tube if you will, your body is still able to pass on such things
to an unborn. Any questions my dear?"
"Yes Doctor. If this isn't a routine exam what am I doing here?"
"For an educated woman you are being a little dense Tracy. You are about
to have an egg implanted in you neo-uterus. Once done you will go
straight home and you will be made love to by your husband for the
duration of the day. All being well you will be a mummy in forty weeks
time!"
Now I knew the reason for Mark's reluctance to engage in any form of sex.
He knew he would need to be as potent as possible in order to impregnate
me and three days 'storage' was the optimum. I remembered this from
making babies with my wife in my previous life as a man.
"One more question if I may?"
"Of course dear."
"Why was today kept a secret from me? Mark obviously knew, so why not
me?"
"It has been our experience with newly made women that they respond
better to this treatment when it is a surprise. At least for her first
pregnancy. You see dear you are a complex machine with a lot of hormonal
action going on in that little body of yours. If anxiety was allowed
combined with what you are about to do it can influence our success rate
due to stress and hormonal problems. Sorry if you feel deceived but when
you are in the maternity ward nursing your new born baby you will forgive
us all our sins I can assure you."
"I can't argue with that Doctor."
With that Doctor Casey donned a latex glove, liberally coated his entire
hand with lubricant and artificially inseminated me in reverse. He
placed the egg in my womb and sent me to my male for joining.
"Time you got that hot little body home and let your husband do you like
there's no tomorrow!"
I didn't need to be told twice and was quickly in my little car and on my
way home. My dress was unzipped as I entered our front door. Mark was
there wearing a silly grin on his face and nothing else. He helped me out
of my dress and underwear and carried me up to our bed. For the next six
hours he........ hang on a minute, a lady doesn't tell!
End of chapter two, more to come?
PS The young couple who came out of the Doctors office prior to my
treatment had a reason to be worried.
It seemed that they had given into temptation and had been caught having
sexual intercourse. Very un fifties (?) The visit was to determine
whether her hymen was still intact. It wasn't and they admitted to what
they had done.
Mr Black's rules were clear on this. Underage sexual intercourse was a
serious offence and even though their biological ages were well over
sixteen for her and eighteen for him their new ages were just fifteen and
seventeen.
The two children had to attend the weekly City Council meeting with their
parents and be judged by Mr Black and his council.
As it was their first offence it was decided that community service would
suffice. God help them if they offended again. Lee Kwan Yu was a
sweetheart compared to Mr Black in this regard!
She had to do 180 hours unpaid work in the nursery of the hospital and he
had to do 360 hours with the City Municipal Department, gardening and
doing town maintenance. Being a guy may have its privileges in Blacktown
but it also carried greater responsibilities.
If she couldn't wait to engage in an act that created babies she would
have the opportunity to look after lots of new borns. If he couldn't wait
to spread his seed he could practice with the town gardening crew.
Mr Black did love irony!
He was a true smart ass!
(See you in the soup!)
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