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"Being Turned Into A Woman By My Wife"
by Lorraine Simmons
I have fantasized about being transformed into a woman and have
constantly demanded that my wife participate more and take a dominant
role in my fantasy. She always failed to approach the ultimate level I
desire since she has felt repulsed with the idea of me pretending to be a
woman. I now wish that maybe she remained at that former stage than the
present state I find myself, slowing becoming an actual woman, now that
my wife has had a 100% change in heart. Now she feels nothing should
detract from my appearance as the woman she created.
One day Diana says, "She was wrong about her resistance to my
transvestism and from now on she will be doing everything to make me into
the woman of my dreams."
I should start to experience all the joys of womanhood so that I can gain
confidence in going out in public as a girl. She begins by asking me to
select a number from 1 to 30. Once I make my selection on 17 she informs
me that shall be my first day of my own menstrual cycle, and that for the
next seven days I will be having my own period. Afterward every 21 days
again would begin my feminine period for a week. I just laugh and joke
that she is just fooling around, but I am quickly corrected. No this is
the first on many startling changes in store for you on the road to full
womanhood. I have no intention on spending a whole week have a tampon
inserted in my anus and refuse to this new form of domination. It is now
that Diana informs me that my misguided demands are over and a new full
female life is starting for me. She reminds me of the numerous photos she
has of me dressed as a woman and if I don't follow her directions she
will truly use them.
She says "she has come to the realization that she would enjoy me more as
a woman than a man and that I need to know what it feels to be a real
woman and share my new life style with her." She gives me a calendar to
mark in red my menstrual periods and than says that she has scheduled an
exam with a new gynecologist so that she can get a prescription for birth
control pills. I remind her that she does not need them since her own
tubes were tied long ago. She informs me that the pills will be for me to
take. These will make me into a more realistic looking woman since they
are loaded with hormones. I could not believe she really means to do any
of this, but on the morning of the 17th. She awakes me with the tampon
and makes certain I insert it before going to work. I am told that
another inspection will be performed once I come home and I better remain
plugged. She again reminds me that she isn't fooling and will tell the
world if I don't do everything she demands.
I am truly confused but afraid enough to comply; as promised the moment I
walk in the door an inspection is performed with Diana pulling the string
attached to the expanding tampon deep within my anus cavity. Diana laughs
saying only six more days to go, girly-girl, I pretend that this
treatment is not worrying me and continue to hope that she will tire of
this demeaning stage. Unfortunately every morning and night I am
inspected for "my" menstrual protection. By the seventh day I am adapting
to the thought of having to use a tampon, I wonder if I am losing an
important physiological battle. On the night of the seventh day Diana say
I am so fortunate to have such a regular monthly cycle and my period is
completed. I start to imagine that Diana has tired of this "game" since
during the whole week of my period she has not made mention of any other
means of transforming me into a woman.
Boy was I wrong; she says that since my period is over I must now learn
how to douche myself. She brings out an enema bag and has me attach the
douche nozzle. I am instructed on how to mix a treatment and Diana makes
sure that a super amount douche is going to be used. Diana delights as
she firmly inserts the nozzle into my rectum and giggles as she snaps
open the restraining clamp on the hose. The surging flow of water and
chemicals fills my bowels as Diana describes a real douching of a vagina
as I squirm. Once the bag is empty I am allowed to relieve myself. Diana
begins to refill the bag saying I will need a second treatment. I resist
and Diana reminds me that one more threat of non-compliance will result
in my exposure as a transvestite.
I meekly submit to the second assault and once done lie in bed to relax
after being given a very feminine panty. Diana brings out a hot wax hair
depilatory and says she has to start a complete hair removal of all my
body hair. Since a through job will take several days I will begin to
receive several feminizing treatments over the coming days. First my legs
are hot waxed and all the hair is removed and my legs are smoother than
ever when I shaved them in the past. Next I receive a complete pedicure
and bright red nail polish is applied and finally an ankle bracelet is
put on my ankle. I am told that from now on I must maintain my legs to
this state of feminine perfection. Diana is very aroused and wants a
passionate time in bed and begins by saying she loves the feel of my body
without hair and can't wait to go even further. She is sucking my nipples
and fondly me in the silky panty. We are both enjoying the evening trying
to satisfy each other, although I am responding more like a girl than as
a man and I should remember this as the end of my husbandly sexual acts.
In the morning I awake and I am shocked when my feet hit the carpet, the
hairless legs, painted toe nails and the gold ankle bracelet remind me
that each passing day I am getting to be more like a woman. This thought
now has me truly frighten. I begin to remove the ankle bracelet and
receive a pair of control top pantyhose thrown into my face. Diana yells
for me to stop removing the anklet and start pulling on the pantyhose. I
can't believe you expect me to go to work wearing pantyhose. She informs
me soon I will be going to work with considerably more on than just
pantyhose and I better begin to get use to the idea. I pull the silky
pantyhose up my smooth legs and over the silky panty and Diana catches me
admiring myself and says she glad that I find the shape of my legs in
nylons so appealing and hopes other real men will soon enjoy the same
sight. After covering myself to go to work Diana gives me juice, my
vitamin pill and now gives me a new pill to take. This is your start on
birth control pills and I can't wait for your shape to start to fill out,
Diana says. I take the pills and go off to work, my lower part encase is
woman's silky pantyhose. Upon returning from work I am greeted with a
passionate rubbing of my behind and Diana informs me that I will be
assuming the female portion in our relationship from tonight on and that
I better get used to being used as a biological woman might.
I will become a real woman regardless of how I might feel, since I was
the one wanting to be dominated. Diana says that I was always trying to
change her into the female of my dreams. She now has planned that I will
be turned into that same woman and that she is going to enjoy my complete
helplessness as the conversion happens. She says for me to imagine the
long haired, long nailed, corseted beauty standing in high heels will
eventually be you and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Thinking
about the predicament I now find myself I have to agree there is no
escape.
Diana that evening completes hot waxing my chest and arms. She brings out
a bikini wax kit and removes all my pubic hairs, next the strong surgical
tape is brought out and my penis is taped tightly between my legs with
only its tip exposed. Now you must use the bathroom like any woman. I beg
but she will not relent from her plan and says my whining is going to
cost me. Tomorrow you will have to go to work in full woman's underwear
including a bra. In the morning I am awaken by Diana holding a complete
assortment on women's underwear, first I must put on silky black
pantyhose. With my penis taped down the sight of me standing in the
pantyhose now resembles my wife in similar attire, but my wife is still
not content and forces me to don a very tight high waisted panty girdle.
I again start to protest and I am cut short my wife, "when will you learn
that you are being punished and must learn to obey." I am turned around
and a tight long line bra is fasten around my chest. In the past I would
have loved being dressed by my wife in such feminine clothing, but the
encasement of my penis and the thought of going to work dressed in so
confining clothing worries me. Once the bra is secure Diana makes sure my
smooth breasts are placed within the cups of the bra. "I can't wait for
the hormones to start working so that you must wear a bra everyday" is
Diana's only remark, as I stand completely dressed in a tight bra and
girdle. As I look in the mirror I am shocked to see myself being forced
to wear these clothes and not knowing what is next in store. Diana pushes
me to the bed and starts kissing and fondling me as though I was a real
woman.
Playing with my nipples though the bra cup has always been my greatest
turn on but now with my penis tightly secured I am receiving mix signals.
Diana smiles and says, "respond like a woman", and I begin to moan and
squirm to the enjoyable sensations. "Good, once the hormones do their
work this fondling will surely drive you to the resemblance of a woman's
organism, now get dressed and go to work." I don my male clothing to mask
my condition and leave for work. I spend an uncomfortable day and upon
returning home again receive a mind blowing fondling of my breasts. This
time my bra is finally removed and my nipples are bitten and sucked till
they're sore. Diana wants me to eat her and aroused I dig in like a
starved man, she still wants more and cries "Fuck Me, Fuck Me!!!"
In my present condition that of being tightly taped is impossible and
Diana bolts for the dresser and removed a strap-on dildo and begins to
fasten it over my tight panty girdle. Once secure she throws herself to
the bed and screams to finish the job. I insert the erect dildo into her
vagina and begin pumping all the while Diana is yelling harder. My
increase pulse bring her to organism and she shutters and goes limp, I
remove the constantly erect organ and lie next to her unsatisfied but
extremely exhausted. Once rested Diana say it now my turn and I remove
the girdle and pantyhose and say that it will take some time to remove
all the tape.
"Who said to remove the tape I only said it was your turn next." Confused
I stop, but once Diana begins to strap on the dildo, her intentions
become clear, she intends to use the dildo on me next and with only one
entrance I begin to cry. Stop crying, every woman can use a good fucking
and you're no exception. Now get on your knees and be a good girl.
Realizing that I must do everything she tell me to do or I will be
punished, I comply and get into a female position and await being mounted
anally. Diana puts some K-Y jelly on my ass and slowly but firmly thrusts
the massive dildo home, once in she begins the pulsating thrusts that
just shortly satisfied her. After a few thrusts Diana reaches for my
nipples and begins a duet that brings me to an unexpected organism and my
final words before I collapse in complete enjoyment are Fuck me!! I can
feel Diana pull out and cannot believe that I enjoyed getting butt fuck
so much. Diana is kissing and fondling me just as ifI was a woman who had
her first sexual experience.
The next day I must wear the pantyhose and complain that it always slides
down. Diane says that a panty girdle will correct that problem and from
now on I will be expected to wear one everyday. As I squirm into the
girdle I realize that I barely feel my penis any more since it is bound
so tightly. As I look in the mirror my lower body does now resemble that
of a woman. My nipples are so sore from last night's love that the
slightest touch of my shirt brings a shutter to my whole body. Diana has
the daily birth control pill ready for me and laughs, "We don't want to
get pregnant, do we?" Diana reaches for my breasts and pinches, when I
complain she reminds me my feminine sensations must be heighten. For the
whole month I go to work as I have described and after 21 days I begin to
have my period again and now in addition to the tampon I must also use a
large sanitary pad with a belt.
I finish my week and resume the birth control pills and after the first
week notice that the size of my breasts are enlarging and Diana informs
me that from now on a bra will also be necessary. She has picked out
frilly under wired C cup for me to wear. I fortunately don't have to wear
a long line bra and am embarrassed the first time I hook it into place.
Previously a B cup was hard for me to fill but I almost overflow the C
cup and even with a bulky knit sweater my new large tits are hard to
hide. My behind and hips also begin to swell and I start to actually take
on the proportions of a large but certainly feminine looking woman. While
this has been going on my own hair, uncut for two months is longer now
than ever before. Diana says that in another two months she will have a
special surprise in store for me. The time passes quickly and the effects
of the hormones in the birth control pills have accelerated and my new
feminine features are more pronounced.
I have arranged to be off for two weeks and Diana says she is satisfied
with my progress. My bust fills the C cup bra I now must wear daily and a
relentless program of dieting along with the forced hormone treatment has
now molded by body into a clearly feminine form. My own hair is not quite
shoulder length but longer than I have ever let it grow. On the first day
of my vacation I am informed that I am now to wear only woman's clothing
and that tomorrow I am to receive the ultimate part of my transformation.
I have to admit to myself that after all the changes to my body I am
almost relieved that a complete female appearance will be allowed rather
than the increasing femininized male portrait at work I have become at
the relentless hands of my wife.
On the morning of the promised day I am greeted and caressed as a woman
might be on the morning of her honeymoon. Today I am the experience the
ultimate sensations of womanhood. I really don't understand Diana's
meaning but by the end of the day I would truly know what she meant. I am
dressed in conservative leisure clothing and a special bag is put in the
car to go with us on our morning errands. Our first stop is at a beauty
parlor and I know that the woman there knows all about me the moment I
enter. I am whisked away from the normal customers and the new woman is
feeling my breasts and behind and telling Diana she is amazed at the
results of the hormones and that she can't wait to begin working on me.
My hair is brushed out and samples of long hair are shown to Diana, she
selects a long bunch of auburn hair and I am told that I am to experience
a hair weaving session and then have a perm done to what will by then be
my own extremely long hair. Diana says "you always wanted me to have long
hair and spend hours caring for it. Now you will have that experience and
I can't wait till I see you next." I hear that it will be nearly 10 hours
before I will be finished. First the long hair is slowly attached to my
own hair that takes the most time. I can feel the weight of the hair
increase as more and more of my own head is covered. Once this step is
finished a rinse is used to color all my hair to a bright deep auburn
hue.
Finally it is cut and then large rollers and small roller are inserted
and the perm lotion is put on to my hair. My head is a mass of tight
small and large rollers. I am instructed that I must now go into the main
part of the shop to sit under a dryer for about 1 hour. I am led to a
chair and women surround me. I am given a woman's magazine to read while
my hair dries. I am no sooner seated than a young girl comes over to work
on installing extremely long acrylic nails, since I am not asked I must
assume that my wife selected the length. The time passes slowly and I am
dying from the heat and because of the nail application can't even wipe
my sweat, but every so often a girl comes and towels me down. Finally I
am done and I am taken back to the rear room. Here the rollers are
removed and a complete makeup session is performed on me.
All I can see are my extremely long dark red nails. They are over 1 inch
beyond my fingertip and truly look beautiful. Finally my wife returns and
I now find what was in the suitcase we brought. In it is a long extremely
tight black corset that hooks in the front and lacing in the back. I am
fitted into the corset, which now supports me like a real woman and the
tightening of the laces begin with my large breasts being pushed up and
out. I have the garters attached to my stockings and a frilly black lace
panty is put on over the tight tape holding my penis in a flatten
position. This is all performed in front of the salon owner, who is
giggling at my femininized state.
Next comes a pair of black paten heels with 5-inch high stiletto heels,
which are forced onto my feet. The extreme height makes walking very
difficult and I must walk in extremely short feminine steps. Diana
reminds me how I loved the dress my best friend's wife wore at our
Christmas party. My heart goes to my mouth as a tight silky cocktail
dress with puffed sleeves is pulled out and now I am to be fitted into a
similar dress. I step into the dress and it is brought up for me to
insert my arms and the back zipper slowly rises to mold the tight garment
to my curves. The bodice of the dress contains my breasts, which rise and
fall as I breathe confined within the grip of the extremely powerful
corset.
Once outfitted I am now allowed to view myself in a full-length mirror. I
nearly faint because I now resemble the woman of my dreams and I think
back to a statement that Diana said, I would finally stand in front of
her as a long haired and tightly corseted woman and could do nothing to
prevent it from happening. I have a mass of beautifully coiffure hair and
my makeup is applied to show off the most feminine features and the dress
hugs every curve and is extremely tight and it is my own bust that rises
and falls as I breathe supported by the tight corset I now must wear
beneath this most alluring dress. We are ready to leave and Diana tells
the woman to reserve a weekly appointment every Thursday evening for me,
saying she wants to maintain my appearance to this level.
I don't know what to say and before we leave I am given a full raccoon
coat to put on, the softness sends me to near senselessness and I walk
out of the beauty shop completely confused by my own sexuality. I have to
admit that I do love my present appearance and revel in the delightful
outward appearance of that of a beautiful woman. Only after several
moments do I come back to harsh reality that here I stand a man tightly
encased in a severely tight corset with his chemically enlarged breasts
filling the bodice of a dress made to enhance any woman's anatomy. My
hair now permed into an alluring feminine hairstyle and standing on 5-
inch black pumps that emphasize a walk any woman would desire. I have on
a lovely raccoon coat and as we walk to the car I get many looks from men
and an equal amount from women. As I seat myself in the car Diana says
"you do make a lovely woman and I plan that you will stay like this
forever"
Once in the car my new life as a woman is revealed to me, I am speechless
as Diana has me completely under her control. I am to resign from my
position and she will tell everyone that I ran away and left her. I am to
turn over all the money and stock to her and she will then making a new
life for both of us out West as two women. I am no longer her husband but
rather a divorced sister she has taken in after a broken marriage. Till
we relocate I will live in an apartment she has rented for me and must
even begin to work as woman to help support myself. As I sit I realize I
have no other choice but to submit.
As we drive off I am terrorized that I have allow myself to be placed in
this condition. We arrive at my new apartment and I am alone, Diana has
instructed me to stay dressed and ready to go out later. I have no idea
as what to expect till a knock on the door, I am reluctant to open the
door in my present condition but I know that I will be forced to go out
into the world as a woman from now on so I meekly open the door. A giant
of a man introduces himself as my date for the evening. Diana has removed
all the limits with this move. I have never contemplated the thought of
acting out the part of a woman with an actual man.
I get from his conversation that I am a blind date Diana has arranged a
meeting with and dressed as I am at present I realize that I must submit.
He helps me on with my coat and arm in arm we go down to his car. I am
helped into his sports car and the tightness of the dress makes entering
difficult and I show much of the tops of my stockings and garters that I
will have to be more careful on exiting the car. At the restaurant I am
treated like a lady, being helped off with my coat, having the chair held
at the table and even having my date order for me.
Being a woman now I always now must eat lightly to enhance my new figure
and have only a salad. After dinner we leave to go dancing, here I am
extra neverous, as I must now dance as a woman might. At the conclusion
of the evening I am taken home to my apartment, the date asks for the key
to open the door and I realize he is expecting to come in. This thought
sends me reeling on my spiked heels. How do I keep this experience from
getting out of hand?
We enter and once off with my coat we are both seated on the couch. Up to
now I have been able to keep him at a safe distance, now I am alone
without the years of natural experience a woman has in handling a similar
event. Within moments I am engulfed with his passion and cannot push him
off, I am being fondled and kissed. My hope that this doesn't end in rape
now is my only thought. Fortunately I can handle him and after a series
of passionate kisses and a great deal of fondling my enlarged breasts and
pinching of my swollen nipples he agrees to leave. At the door I am
embraced and caressed and surprisingly I find it an enjoyable feeling.
Once alone I realize that I now am expected to live as a woman.
I enter my bedroom, which is tastefully decorated in a very feminine
style and kick off my high heels and walk on the soft carpet in my
stocking feet. I have the womanly joy of just taking off a pair of shoes,
I look about and see that one wall is fully mirrored and see my
reflection, one of a woman home from a date. I want to begin to undress
from the confining clothing that I have had to wear for the evening. I
stare with fascination as first the dress is removed and a woman in an
extremely tight corset is looking back at me from the mirror. I first
unhook and remove the black stockings and roll them one by one down my
silky smooth legs.
I stand and slowly begin to unhook the corset. Once the final hook is
undone the silky garment is removed. Now real shock is facing me from the
mirror. What appears to be a woman with large breasts and long curly
auburn hair is facing me. I now realize that I have been converted into
this creature and my hands reach and grasp the breasts and I see long red
fingernails and know that every inch of me is now permanently changed
into what I see looking back at me. My hand touches what is now my own
long hair and gives it a pull to test the reality of what I have become.
As I run in my brief black panty and search every drawer and find a full
array of feminine clothing, from underwear to nightgowns and in the
closet an assortment of dresses and pairs of very high heeled shoes. The
only pairs of flats are a pair of sneakers and clogs for the beach. A
more detailed inspection of the dresser drawers finds an assortment of
stunning one-piece bathing suits, woman's shorts and a very tight pair of
pink Capri slacks, which would go with the very feminine sneakers with
pink laces. From what I have found it is apparent that very little of my
time will be spent in comfortable clothing.
I know I will have to select something to sleep in and select a flowing
white nightgown and also select a matching penoir to cover it in the
morning. Before I put it on I exchange the black panty I was wearing for
a matching white one. I place the corset in the drawer with my other new
under garments and hang the dress and put the shoes in the closet as
well. I turn down the bed and find satin and lace sheets. Laying my head
down my long hair gets in the way and I find I have not removed my
earrings or makeup. I wish now I had never thought of ever pretending to
be a girl. I unpin the fastener on the studs of the earring and remove
them from my ear lobes. Finally I search the medicine cabinet and find
cleansing cream to remove the make up and once cleansed I see a
reflection of a female ready for bed. Now I return to the bed and drift
quietly off to sleep.
The phone rings and awakens me from a deep sleep, I fumble for the phone
and the long nails startle me as I pick to the receiver. Still half
asleep I do not fully comprehend my feminized state and a voice on the
phone jolts me to attention. "Lorraine, wakeup you cunt! You'll be late
for work." I know that voice, but the words are strange in my sleepy
state, it's Diana, but why is she calling me Lorraine? At once it comes
to me, I am now the woman I always was fantasizing about and Diana has
awoken me to start my new life as a woman. As she talks on the phone I
adjust to my new physical appearance, hair, nails and enlarged bust. I
begin to cry but am told to quit it. I am instructed on what I am
expected to wear for the day and that I better get my ass moving because
it now take a long time to get ready, now that I am now a full time
female. As I leap from the bed I see my reflection in the mirrored wall,
she right about the time it will take to make myself presentable,
As I walk to the bathroom to begin my make up I reflect on what I always
fantasized would be great and now wonder why I ever would think the
situation I now find myself in would be considered wonderful. I now must
seat myself on the toilet to urinated, I have to wear a bra to support my
enlarge breasts, and must wear high heels every where I go, and must now
take time to put makeup on and once a week have my extremely long hair
permed. I complete my makeup session and realize a full hour has gone by.
I perfume myself and select the clothing Diana has demanded I wear for
the day. It consists of a white long line bra and with suntan panty hose
under a matching panty girdle. I am instructed to wear white 4-inch
heels, a pale blue woman's business suit and a matching white purse. Into
the purse I place my makeup kit, keys and new female ID. I have been
instructed to report to a business office in the city. I realize that I
need to find the subway and find further instructions on my nightstand.
It is a two-block walk to the station and a four-block walk from the NY
station I am to get off at. This I am told is to make wearing the heels
everyday the most "enjoyable". I now realize fantasies are better than
reality. Too bad I no longer can just have the fantasy.
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