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John to Joanna
Hi you guys out there. This is the story of an innocent man, a fool
with a problem. Yes I say a fool, but by no means an idiot.
From a young age I enjoyed wearing Mum's clothes, then when that was
not enough and when I decided that my own taste mattered, I bought
whatever I wanted. Yes, everyone speaks of the embarrassment of going
into a ladies store and buying intimate clothing. I have been doing
that since I was about 13 and there is no doubt that the shop
assistants knew the clothes were for me. Yes it was embarrassing but it
was also enjoyable, I liked the humiliation, the danger, people knowing
the real me, the sissy in boys clothes.
That wasn't enough and when I was about 22, I started going to
neighbouring towns where I was not known and would deliberately wear
clothing that shouted sissy perve, the most feminine trousers I could
find and perhaps an anklet or bangles. The stares I got, the sense of
danger and the humiliation. Even now I blush and wonder that I had the
guts or was I too far gone to think about the consequences to do that.
Walking into a store and buying panties in that garb was something
else.
Eventually, I had to go to work and I became a travelling salesman,
company car, good suit, high attainment. Oh yes, I could do it too and
I became after four years, top salesman winning the award at the annual
dinner. What the firm did not know was that I always wore women's
undies under that smart suit, panties, suspenders and stockings and
sometimes even a bra under a waistcoat.
On occasion, when I was staying away, I would dress completely as a
woman in my hotel room and even sneak out and window browse the town I
was in, or take a drink in a pub. I always got away with it and for all
the time I was a woman I was on a high. Boy was coming down off it
another matter, being John rather than Joanne was like sinking into my
coffin, just hated it. Of course my fellow salesmen and the girls in
the office, caught on eventually. Something about the way I moved or
spoke showed who I really was, but I was performing so well that
nothing was said by management. It was just sniggers in the office.
More humiliation, but I could put up with that. It was next best to
being a girl.
I had been doing this for about four years when one day I used a public
loo. As I sat there having a pee, my silk Frenck panties around my
knees, A handsome young fellow put his head over the top of the cubicle
and said, "Let me in." Until that time I had never had sex with a man.
I was excited and frustrated by my ever increasing need to be femme and
that day it was a terrible weight around me. I whispered OK, as he
seemed a nice clean sort of chap. I slipped the bolt and let him in the
cubicle. Before I knew what was happening, he had me in a clinch and
was thrusting his tongue between my teeth. Wow! My brain burst with the
immediate rush. He could really kiss and he was strong. I liked the
feeling of being possessed in this way and at his mercy. A free hand
was groping down the French panties, feeling out my suspenders and
stocking tops and pulling at my prick. Pow! Another bomb burst in my
brain. How I wished I could be a girl, the girl I had always wanted to
be. There was a knock at the door and a whisper and my lover flicked
the bolt back. Two more guys entered an older man and one about forty.
It was getting crowded. The three of them were working away at my now
throbbing dick. My panties were pulled down around my ankles and they
took it in turns to use their mouths on my dick. I could not believe a
feeling could be this good. After two or three minutes I said I was
going to come.
"Come on then baby," said the middle aged one and I did. He got the
first mouthful then my kissing friend shoved him out of the way and got
the second burst and the old man sucked me dry until I thought my cock
would disappear. Wow! It was the best ever experience.
When they had drained me, I escaped. I did not think of myself as a
homosexual, inside I was a woman and they had had a gang bang with me.
That is how I justified it. In future I looked for it. I would mince
into a gents and see what happened, Often, disappointingly, nothing,
but on a few occasions someone would find me and either take me up the
arse or give me a blow job. It was a risky business and I decided that
it could not go on.
Luckily, I got away with it. One day as I sat with a customer, I was
surprised when in the middle of a sales spiel he said, "You should have
been a girl." I was so surprised, stunned into silence I just sat
there. He took my hand, "look at your hands and nails, no young man
should have hands like those. I'd like to see those nails varnished.
Why don't you let your hair grow more? You could be beautiful."
"I am sorry you think I am girlie," said stiffly.
"Hey, I like you being girlie." He got up from his desk and closed the
venetian blinds of the glass partition and locked the door. He sat down
and patted his knee. "Come here and sit with me. I demurred, but he
said it's all OK. I won't hurt you.
"John," he said looking at my business card, although he had seen me
several times before, "Joanna, poor dear frightened Joanna, I won't
hurt you. Oh, I was right wasn't I, you are wearing stockings and
suspenders. Where do you go when you leave here? Your office is 250
miles away. Are you staying locally?"
"I am working this area, so staying at the roadhouse outside town for a
couple of nights."
"Cancel it, give them a ring. You can save the money and stay with me."
"No I can't stay with a customer."
"Well if that's all, I won't buy anything from your company, then I am
not a customer am I? Which place is it you are staying." I gave him the
name.
He picked up the phone and asked the operator to get the hotel. When
they answered he said, "Yeah it's about a booking you have for Mr John
Simmons. Yeah, that's right two nights. Yeah, well he can't make it.
Yeah well, you see he won't be able to pay because he's dead. Yeah car
accident, yes a terrible loss, yes, leaves a wife and two kids. Awful.
Thanks for being so understanding," He replaced the phone.
"There that's done. Now you can stay with me for the next two nights."
He pulled a piece of paper from the printer and drew a map. "Take the
Settle road out of town, drive four miles and you will see a large old
farmhouse standing outside the village of .................., the
Settle side. I'll be home just after six. Don't let me down and don't
be frightened." He kissed me on the lips and I slipped from his knee,
feeling ever so girlie.
I got outside and sat in the car trying to collect my thoughts. I had
two hours to kill before six so I walked to the town centre and browsed
the department store. I bought a dress, even went into the cubicle and
tried it on, ignoring the looks of the girl attendant. It was beautiful
a red silk shirtwaister, then I went to one of the cheap stores where
the shoes were all on show and bought shoes to match, red four inch
stilettos. A woman watched with a smirk as I tried them on, taking off
my sock and displaying my stockinged foot. Who cares I thought.
Everything else was in the car, my make up and undies. I went into a
pub and had a gin and plenty of tonic, a little steadier. Then I set
off for the moors on the Settle road. As luck would have it, I found a
lay-by that was separated from the main road by a small copse. I was
soon changing into the new dress and shoes and making my face up. I did
my hair in a more feminine style. God, how good it felt to look and
feel like a woman.
At 6.15 I turned into the drive of his house and as I pulled to a stop,
Gordon came around the corner of the house. He didn't turn a hair at my
changed appearance, just said, "Joanna you do look nice, no lovely. Let
me take your case. Come on in."
I grabbed my briefcase and followed him . We entered via the rear
door. I was by this time almost numb with apprehension, wanting to turn
and run. Still carrying my case, he took me up stairs and showed me to
a lovely room, evening sun shining in the window, painted light blue
and white. A king size bed with a white and blue bedspread and
furniture in bleached ash. He set my case down and showed me where the
bathroom was. Then opened the wardrobe and it was full of dresses. "My
wife's clothes, left most of them when she walked out so, if there is
anything you like, try it on. I'll leave you to have a shower, or
whatever you ladies like to do and I will get the dinner going. Are you
hungry?"
"A bit," I said shyly.
"Not a veggie or anything are you, no things you can't or mustn't eat?"
"I eat practically anything."
"OK. Take your time and come down when you are ready."
When he had gone, I looked at the clothes and there was some nice
stuff. I tried on a ball gown, but did not like it, then another and it
fitted perfectly. I undressed and walked naked into the shower.
Afterwards I dressed slowly and put on the evening dress I liked and
the black high heels I had brought with me. I dried my hair, coaxing it
into girlie waves with my hair curler and mouse. I made my eyes really
smoky and they just popped out of my head. I made my lips really full
and pouty and surveyed the result. I nearly even loved myself. I
painted my finger nails with silver pearl. All the time I was doing
this, my heart was pounding, not knowing what to expect from my host.
Taking a stole from the wardrobe, I descended the stairs, listening for
any strange noises or voices. I heard Gordon talking and thought he had
someone with him, but then worked out he was talking to a cat.
I entered the kitchen and there was Gordon, sporting a manly butchers
apron, ratling the pots and pans. He appeared to know what he was
doing.
"Champagne," he said, "to celebrate your coming out?"
"Lovely." I replied, and showed him my nails.
"That's better, now your nails do your sweet little hands justice. Good
for you."
The champagne poured into the flutes, frothed nearly to the top then
subsided. He raised his glass and sipped. "Here's to us, the start of a
lasting friendship." He linked arms with me and we toasted ourselves in
a loving way.
Dinner was soon ready, a starter of prawn salad, followed by chicken
fricassee and Ice cream and raspberries for desert. It was pretty good.
We stuffed the dishwasher and had coffee on the terrace, watching the
sun go down. He had a brandy, rolling it around his glass while I
finished my third glass of champagne. He was the perfect gentleman.
I awoke in bed. I could not remember going to bed at all. I switched on
the bedside light and found I was in the blue room, alone in the big
bed. I was wearing a black full length satin nightdress trimmed with
lace, so he must have undressed me and put me to bed. I smiled at the
thought. Then I noticed that I had gold bangles on my wrists with
chains attached. I moved a foot and it tinkled and pulled on my wrist.
My penis felt strange and I threw back the covers and lifted the
nightdress. A gold ring circled my penis and another connected to it
circled my balls. I quite liked it. I could move and I left the bed and
went to the lavatory, the only thing I could not do was take off the
nightie or put anything else on. He must have heard me, for he knocked
on the door and when I answered come in, he entered. Still the
gentleman.
"You passed out," he said. "how do you feel."
"Fine," I said, "but the chains and rings."
He smiled. "You'll get used to them. This is your new uniform, so much
nicer than that old business suit, and anyway, I think you look just
adorable in that nightie. You will have a clean one tomorrow and
everyday, but I will have to unlock you for you to put it on. By the
way, I have also pierced your ears, look," and he held up a make up
mirror for me to see.
I found that I now sporty some gold dangly very feminine earrings. I
then noticed sparkling in the mirror an engagement ring on my ring
finger. I twisted it but although it turned on my finger, there was no
way that i would get that over my finger joint.
"How am I going to work?" I asked, tears starting into my eyes.
"There, don't cry. You are quite safe. You will stay with me, no more
work for you. We will write giving in your notice and say that you have
a nervous breakdown. I will see the car gets back to their compound for
you."
"But I don't always want to be wearing a nightdress and chained."
"Of course not little darling." He sat on the bed and kissed me on the
forehead, removing a tear with his finger and chucking me under the
chin. He tipped my head up and kissed me on the lips, tenderly,
sweetly. "As soon as you recognise that this is what you want, married
to a real man and kept in luxury, then I can release you. Then we will
take a little holiday. We will go out and buy a whole holiday wardrobe
for you, swimming costumes, lingerie, shorts, skirts and tops and
whatever else a young lady like you needs. As soon as I can get you a
passport in your new name, we can be off. I thought Joanna Stephanie
Simmons would be nice, Do you agree?"
"Yes. Lovely names. But I don't know that I want to do this."
"Of course you do. After all, how did you come to me tonight? You were
all dressed up as a woman. In the office you could have put me in my
place but you didn't. Oh no, this is what you want, believe me. And I
want you. You are so lovely and sweet."
"But my family?"
"You told me you lived alone in your flat."
"Yes but I have a mother and father and a brother and sister."
"We will just write them a letter and say that you have gone on a
course in Sweden, you know, paper making as that is what you sell. You
can phone them on your mobile and they will never no that you are not
there. Eventually of course you will have to reveal the truth, that you
are now a woman, but it will all be worth it, won't it." He kissed me
again.
"I'll bring you up some Ovaltine and a couple of paracetamol, then you
have a good night's rest and it will seem so much clearer in the
morning, my sweet Joanna."
He reappeared after about five minutes, during which I cried.
He saw that I had been crying, produced a clean handkerchief and dried
my cheeks and made me blow my nose. I felt like a child, a girl child.
He watched as I drank the Ovaltine and swallowed the pills. They were
funny looking paracetamol, purple and oval. I had never seen that sort
before.
When I awoke in the morning, light was showing in a chink of the thick
curtains. I got out of bed and went to the window. I found that fixed
to my anklet was a length of chain that allowed me to move about the
room and into the bathroom, but no further. I found this sexually
arousing. I went to the lavatory and washed my hands and face and
hitching up my nightie, rolling it onto my chest, and showered my lower
half. Not having anything to do, I switched on the tele and did my
face. I had to admit that I loved my pierced ears and the dangly
sparkling earrings. I examined the engagement ring. I didn't know if it
was real, but I loved having it on my finger. On the opposite side of
the bed, on the other bedside table, I found that there was a tea maker
with sachets of tea and coffee and tubs of milk, as well as packets of
biscuits and a bowl of fruit, apples, pears and grapes. The phone rang
at 12.30. I picked it up nervously.
"Hi darling," said Gordon, "just thought I would see how you are."
"I'm fine," I said, marvelling that I could say that, a prisoner with a
new identity planned for me.
"That's my girl. Look, I thought if you would like and of course if you
promise to be good, we could eat out tonight and maybe do the theatre.
Would you like that?"
"Oh yes that would be lovely."
"Good. That's the ticket. I'll get home a bit early then, about five,
give us time to get ready. Nothing you want?"
"No, I'm fine. I found a negligee in the chest of drawers, but I can
only get it over my shoulders."
"Ah, well soon you will be able to do what you want. Bye for now." He
was gone.
I idled away the time, investigated all the clothes in the hanger and
drawers. There was some nice stuff.
Just after five he appeared. "Close your eyes," he said and I will set
you free." First he raised my nightdress and removed the penis ring,
leaving the one on my balls then unlocked the anklets and wristlets. I
was free.
"You are not going to do anything silly are you?" he said. "Promise me
that you are not."
"No, I am going to be good."
"Wear something dressy, really feminine and smart, go the whole hog."
"Long or short?"
"Long, go for it, and help yourself to some of that jewellery in the
jewel box."
I showered properly now the chains were off, washed my hair and did my
makeup, tonged my hair and using some scissors from the drawer on the
dressing table, snipped it carefully into as feminine a style as I
could manage. I put on a midnight blue satin full length frock and a
feather shrug, I had to wear my black patent heels again.
Gordon appeared in a really lovely steel grey suit and a beautiful
shirt, mid blue with a slight red stripe. His tie complimented the
outfit.
"You look gorgeous," he said, "I was right to pick you."
He took my arm and escorted me to the passenger door of his car, a
Mercedes SL in classic silver. I swivelled myself in, taking care not
to trap my dress in the door, and holding my little evening bag in ,my
lap. Gordon got in his side and put the electronic key to the lock.
Before starting away, he bent over and kissed me gently on the lips so
as not to smudge my lipstick. I was ready to melt.
We drove towards the south and turned onto the motorway towards
Blackpool. We arrived at a restaurant near the Golden Mile, but a
classy looking place and parked the car, Gordon taking great care to
select a parking place where it was not likely to be hit, then walked
from there to the theatre. I expected a review, a typical seaside show
but found it was "The Thirty-nine Steps'. I suspected the worst but it
was actually really good, so funny, only four actors doing all the
parts. I laughed a lot and Gordon held my hand.
Then we walked back to the restaurant. It turned out to be French and
really excellent. I was hungry and thankfully it was hearty French
cooking not the tiny portion over priced dandified stuff that would not
keep fat on a mouse. I got a little tipsy. Gordon paid and put the
shrug around my shoulders and helped me to the car. I slept on the way
home and he had to wake me. My car was nowhere to be seen. I asked
where it was? "Gone back," he said, "sooner the better, before they
missed you. Forged your signature on the letter, took it from your
driving licence. So, you haven't got that to worry your little head
about. Now is there anything you need? Cosmetics, clothes, girly
things?"
"There are a few things. More shoes and a few cosmetics, bits and
bobs."
"Saturday. We'll go to Manchester, more choice, especially for shoes."
He brought me Ovaltine and the same purple pills, but I had to suffer
the indignity of the chaining again.
In the morning he brought me breakfast in bed, the full English. I did
not eat it all, just the bacon and the egg and a tomato. I drank the
coffee. As usual, he rang at lunch time. He came home in the evening
and we cooked together, then sat on the settee, holding hands. The next
day was the same. In the evening after dinner, he fell asleep. I got up
and cleared up in the kitchen, then found the vacuum and did the hall.
He came into the hall and found me. "For a terrible moment, I thought
you had run out on me," he said.
"Would it have been terrible?"
"Well, if you went to the police, said that I had kept you against your
will, I would be for it."
"Yes, you would be. Why would I do that? You are giving me all I ever
wanted." I put the vacuum in the cupboard.
"Shall we go to bed, I mean together? My bed and if you want, you can
go to your room."
"Well, you have seen me nude, so why not. I'll get my nightie."
I went to my room and showered, then in my nightie and with no chain,
went to his room. I climbed in to bed and waited like a bride. He came
to bed in shortie PJs, but made no attempt to have any sort of sex,
just kissed and cuddled me. "Plenty of time for that later," he said.
It was Saturday at last. We dressed, he in his room and I in mine. I
chose a shirtwaister to wear. It took us an hour to the Trafford centre
and we hit the shops. Gordon had surprisingly good taste, held things
up for me to see and made comments on things I chose. I bought with his
encouragement eight pairs of shoes and he paid for them all. I also
bought some very expensive undies at his insistence and again he paid,
then finally collected a bag full of moisturiser, hair product
deodorant and perfume and sundry other little things a girl has to
have, like polish remover and cotton buds and balls. This time he
allowed me to pay. We had lunch at three thirty, in a Japanese place,
fun but not exactly food. Then we drove out across the Dales at a
leisurely pace, stopping to look at the view here and there and had
supper in Hawes, nothing special but tasty and nice. The drive home was
beautiful, mystical, among the hills and on top of them, a faint glow
in the West from the very last rays of the sun.
This night I stayed in my own room, unchained. I could run if I wanted
to, but I did not. I laid out all my new shoes and the rest of the
things, underwear, tops skirts and dresses, put my cosmetics and things
in the bathroom. I was a lucky girl. Gordon brought me the pills as
usual with Ovaltine as I sat looking at my new things. I rose from the
bed and took him in my arms, kissed him gently on the lips. "Thank
you," I said.
"For?"
"For rescuing me."
"I have booked our holiday. Thailand. I have something to tell you. It
has always been a fetish of mine to marry a trans woman. When you first
called, I just thought you were gay, but when I phoned in to your
office, they made some remarks, so I kept an eye on you. I spotted the
bra as you bent to pick up your briefcase, saw the outline under your
jacket. I just knew you were the one. The holiday in Thailand is to
make you whole, to turn you into who you should be. They do wonderful
surgery. I thought to just make you the way I wanted, but I have come
to really love you, so if it is not what you want, well, walk out the
door and go back to your old life."
I took his hand and kissed his cheek. "I suppose the pills are
oestrogen?"
"Yes, you knew?"
"I have been taking them for three months. Feel my breast." I took his
hand and placed it on my little swelling. My nipple answered the call.
"I thought I was being so clever, guessing your size and buying all
these clothes for you. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm not angry. I quite enjoyed the chain, but I'd like it off
now."
Of course, I kept the ring and surprise surprise, it was real. Well
dear reader, I married him.
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