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Siblings and sisters By Steelhead2 For my father: 1942-2010. I love you, and I miss you. Rest in peace, dad. Notes: this is the beginning of a new story that I've started. The original "Stepford wives" story concept was created by Sarah Barndt, and is used here with full acknowledgment of the original idea. This story was written by me, after finding an old list of ideas that had been generated while I was part of the bojok71 continuum. We had used this plotline once, but the final product was not as good as it should have been. A new story, based on this plotline, had been in the works for a while-but the group ran out of steam, and broke up. Then there was the storysite server crash, so all writing stopped. Along the way, I lost the discs that held all the partly written stories. Now, I'm back, as one man, and I intend to turn those ideas into finished stories. As for this story, I found I had a lot to say-the end result is a long, but well written (I think!) story. I've divided it up into three parts. I RESERVE AND HOLD ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY. ANY COPYING, TRANSLATING, TRANSMITTING, SALE FOR PROFIT, PRIVATE STORING, HARD COPYING,REPOSTING TO ANY OTHER WEBSITE SAVE FICTIONMANIA, OR DISTRIBUTING WITHOUT MY EXPRSS PERMISSION IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. FICTIONMANIA READERS MAY DOWNLOAD ONE COPY FOR PERSONAL USE, BUT MAY NOT RE-TRANSMIT. "Something very strange is going on up there, Jim. I don't know what it is, but I really dislike that whole place! You know, other guys who I've met up there just seem to vanish overnight! I'll be so glad when this job is over, and I don't have to go back there," said my brother, Ronald, over the telephone. These calls had become a weekly occurrence since he had started flying up into the mountains to work on a large construction project. For some reason, he had become very scared of wherever it was that he was going. I was becoming concerned-this man had worked, in the past on offshore oil pipeline construction, and he had seen extreme conditions. Flying up into the lovely mountains to help build a new chemical plant didn't seem to compare. "So what exactly goes on up there? How exactly can people just disappear? Ron, there must be some sort of logical answer! Either that, or I think you're just going crazy!" I finally offered. "They just vanish, Fred! They leave the club, and go out, and they never return! And everything up there is very...creepy. The people who live up there...they are creepy. The place gives me the creeps!" he answered. A few minutes later, we hung up. I was confused, to say the least. I quickly forgot about the conversation and got on with my life. Times where tough, and I was living alone following a recent breakup of my marriage. The thing had never worked out, and after ten years, it had finally ended. My job was also somewhat insecure, to say the least. But I was waiting for better times-I knew they would come back sooner or later! A few weeks later, I received a cell phone call from Ronald. It was late at night, and for some reason the connection was both very choppy and full of static. "Brother, they are coming for me! I haven't got any time left-so get up here and save me! Please! Oh, god, NO!!" Ronald screamed. Then there was muffled talking, and there was an additional male voice on the line. But I couldn't understand anything that was being said. Then the line when dead. I was terrified, and then I thought to myself, 'I don't even really know where he is! But I will find him-I just hope something bad hasn't happened to him!' The next morning, I got up early, phoned in sick (and I was!), and started to try and gather information. First, I called a phone number that Ron had given me in case I had to contact him at work. He had given me that number back when our mother had died-and that was some five year previous, and I knew he hadn't changed employers. After talking with the company's operator, I was connected through to their personnel department. I quickly gave them my brothers' name and birth date, and asked them about his whereabouts. But I was shocked to hear this, "Oh, I'm sorry, but according to our records Ronald Crothers resigned from here three weeks ago. He has not been in our employ for two weeks. He received his final payout then, and he cashed in his pension fund as well. I'm sorry but I have no information, beyond that, that I can give you. I wish I could be of more assistance. Good day, sir!" The line then when dead. Next I looked up his landlord. Ron had lived for the past two years in a rented condo, which was located about 40 miles from my home. After finding the name and telephone number for the owner of the building, I quickly made contact. But after listening to me explain who I was, and who I was looking for, the man responded with, "Oh good! I was hoping you'd call. Ronald cleaned his place out last week, and there is some furniture left here for you. If you don't want to pay storage fees, I would suggest that you come up here and get it?" I agreed to drive up as soon as I could. This was getting strange. Once I arrived at the building, I went in and quickly found the building manager. "So what happened? When did he leave? Did he say where he was going?" I asked. "No, he didn't say where he was going. He left us a signed notice of termination, and a mover came in a cleaned out his things, save for what was left for you. I must say, they did an excellent job cleaning! Now I'll take you up, and you can collect the leftovers, and then I can rent that place out again!" the manager explained. There was little left. One old coffee table, a chair, and an empty bookcase had been left behind. Everything else - including any papers, mail, or documents-that had been there had been removed. "I think I'll just throw all this stuff out here, if you don't mind. None of it is any good," I commented. As I drove home, I thought to myself, "Where is he? What is going on here? Am I going insane?" The next day I tried his bank - again no answer, as all his accounts had been closed out a week earlier. The man had vanished without a trace, and I needed to know what had happened to him. A few days later, after I had returned home, I had got the mail and I noticed a post card. "What is this?" I thought to myself. On one side there was a nice photo of a waterfall, and on the other side, written in a neat, delicate script was a message: "I am alright. Something very bad has happened. I can't tell you what has happened." The rest of the message had been covered with a permanent black marker. I looked the card over - the handwriting was delicate, and not like Ron's at all. But this was the best clue that I had! I looked the card over carefully. There was no return address, and the postmark had been washed out. Then I noticed the fine print: "Elisa's waterfall-town of Stepford." "I need to find this town, and go there. I am going to find by brother!" I said to myself. I then sat down, and I made a brief list of things that I knew to be true: the fact that this place was up in the mountains; the fact that a chemical plant was being built; the fact that someone had put a lot of time into making Ron vanish. I decided to proceed with extreme caution. That weekend I headed into the nearby city to visit a very large research library located there. I asked the librarian about finding information on new chemical pants being constructed. "I can also offer you the name of a place: Stepford," I included. She then checked her computer, and after running several searches, she led over to a series of company yearbooks. "You where looking for a pharmaceutical company, not a chemical company. But even with that, there is not much public knowledge about them," she explained, before finishing with, "This is all I can offer you. Good luck." I took the thin volume and after sitting down, read through it. This company was indeed constructing a new, and very modern plant for the production of advanced pharmaceuticals and biotechnology products. However there was no location map provided. Nor where addresses, beyond PO Box numbers, provided. But a large purchaser of their products, a large, local group of urban hospitals, was listed in the book. That would be my next project. I met with someone from their purchasing group the next week. In hushed tones, he told me, "Yes, they are located way up in the mountains, in a small town of the same name. But I warn you, getting in there is very hard. There is only one way in - and that is via a small airline. And you'll need someone to introduce you, as you cannot get tickets without that. But as you really seem to want to go, I'll ask on your behalf. But don't be too disappointed if they say no." He then looked over his shoulder and whispered, "I've said too much already. Phone me at this number, in the evening, in three days." He then wrote out a phone number on a slip of paper. With that he left. I phoned him as offered and he said, "They seemed agreeable to you going up there. But when I asked about your brother, they said they knew nothing about him. But that was just a question put to a company contact. You fly out in two weeks, with a representative who is returning home. I know him vaguely, and he seems alright. Just remember to be careful!" I quickly booked time off work and made arrangements to fly out. I met the man with whom I was to travel a few days before we where to travel. When I asked him about where to stay in Stepford, he replied with, "Arrangements have already been made for you. Everything has already been taken care of." For some reason, I then felt strange. We flew out a few days later. My escort said very little during the trip. In fact, we frequently got lost, had to take connecter flights, or use other modes of transportation. Soon I was completely lost. After quite a bit of traveling, we finally reached a small, primitive air strip located in the middle of an empty desert. We then boarded a small turbo prop plane, and we then flew on ward. After landing at the surprisingly modern and large airport in Stepford, my companion left me. "A car will be along soon to pick you up. You will be taken into town, to stay at the 'men's club'. You can do whatever you need to from there," he explained. Soon I was alone, and feeling a little afraid. But the car arrived right on time, and soon I was off into town. I was dropped off in front of a large, modern looking building. It was strange - only men seemed to be there. I took my bags and went in. I went to the large front desk and was warmly greeted by the clerk, who said to me, "Mr. Crothers, correct? We've been expecting you, sir. Not if you'll just sign in, I'll have you shown to your room." I was surprised, and asked him how he knew my name. "Your escort informed us of your arrival when you landed. Now please, I am quite busy-so sign the forms." That sounded true, and I signed the papers. I was then shown to a large suite, and allowed to settle in. After cleaning myself up, showering, and donning clean clothes, I decided to go out for a walk. The town looked and seemed perfect. The men all looked perfect, but the women all seemed different: all were mothers, and many were pregnant. They seemed submissive and all where housewives. The place seemed to be very old fashioned - almost as if, in this place at least, the clock had stopped back in 1952. But apart from that, the place seemed like a quiet, sleepy little town. I went and sat in a local park, and tried to think-who should I go talk too? Is this even the right place? How do I find him? I decided to try and ask folks about the local economy, to try and see if I could find out anything. As I walked back to the men's club, I passed by a building with the wording "ladies cultural society" etched on a polished brass plate. I followed a trail behind the building. There, on a manicured back lawn, a mixed group of woman where doing exercises. I watched them bend, and stretch and lift. Some were very pregnant, while others were quite voluptuous, but all were very feminine and pretty. As they where finishing up, one tall woman caught my eye. She was thinner then the rest, and for some reason, she looked at me and grinned. Then she followed the others into the building. For some reason I felt as if I should have known her. 'Ridiculous!' I thought to myself. I returned to the club in time for dinner. I was promptly seated and dinner was served. Only men were in the room, so I asked my table mates, "Where are the women? Why do I only see men here?" One man answered, "Oh, this is a male only club. The only ladies who are allowed in here are wives, and even then they can only go into certain areas." The conversation then drifted. We discussed sex, families, relationships, and life in general. There was very little talk about work. I answered their questions honestly, but by the end the talk had gotten rather graphic, with discussion around how to screw a pregnant wife so that she would have several orgasms! I just sat and listened. I finally retired to bed. I would start fresh in the morning. After breakfast, and more of the same unique conversation the next morning, I headed out. But as tried to leave the club, the clerk stopped me. "This is George Quinn. He has been here in town for a while, and perhaps he may be of help to you, sir," the clerk offered. The two of us went off, and soon we were sitting in the park that surrounded the women's center. George was quite talkative, but the conversation centered on family life... "Yes, of course I want children some day...yes, I want a significant other to make me happy, but not now..." And his questions, and my answers, went on and on. After two hours of this, he looked at his watch, declared he had a meeting to go to, and he then left! "I understand - in fact, I've had days like that myself!" I told him as he left. I was alone again. But as I was leaving, I noticed that young woman again. This time she was entering the building, carrying a small nylon tote bag. When she saw me, she giggled and waved before disappearing into the structure. The next two days went by in the same fashion. George was always around, and we had long talks-talks which were very intimate for a pair of strangers. I still hadn't made contact with anyone in authority. But then, on the 3rd day, after George had bought me lunch, I started to feel dizzy. "I don't feel well," I whispered. Then the room started to turn, and I blacked out. I awoke some time later. I opened my eyes, and I found myself in a darkened room. When I tried to move, I realized that I was in fact chained down on some sort of hospital gurney. I felt weak. Then I screamed in terror as I looked down: I was now naked, and there was a bandage on my abdomen! My skin now looked pink. I felt different. Then two people, a man and a woman, both of whom were wearing surgical scrub sets, entered the room. "Who are you? What have you done to me?" I screamed. The man then held up a large syringe that was filled with some sort of pinkish tinged liquid. With one quick action, he both inserted the needle point into the skin below the bandage, and injected the contents of the syringe into me. I then began to feel very warm. Then I was hit by a massive wall of pain. My skin felt as if it was on fire, while my bones ached. My joints throbbed. The worst pain, however, was in my gut. I could feel organs moving. My crotch then went hard and felt as if it was being crushed. I tried to scream, but when I did so, I heard a softer, higher voice. Was that me? My face then tightened, and my hair seemed to be pulling itself. Then my muscles tightened and felt as if they were going to explode. Finally the pain started to weaken. When it was over, I collapsed onto the bed. I was soaked in sweat, and I felt very weak. As I recovered my senses, the doctor pulled up a chair and spread my legs apart. I looked down at my now slim body. "How can this be?" I asked - but I heard a high, soft voice-the voice of a female ask the question. I now had small breasts on my formerly flat chest. Then I felt the man's finger between my legs, and he penetrated something. I cried. I was receiving my first vaginal exam - how was this possible? "She's in perfect shape, just as should be," he commented. The two of them then unchained me and helped me up. I now had thin arms with no muscle tone. The man then said, "You are now Natalie. You will now be trained so that you will become a housewife. As for your body, there are still changes to come. Just take it easy for a while, and you'll get used to all of this." He then turned to the woman, who had been standing there, giggling and smiling, and he said to her, "Take her over to the women's center, and get her settled. I'll leave the rest of the details to you." The man then left the room, while the woman used a towel to wipe me clean. She then left the room, only to return a few minutes later with pink pyjamas and slippers. "Now get dressed," she instructed. She then led me out to a waiting car and we drove off. Soon we arrived at a low brick building. "This will be your new home, but only for a while. Once you are married, you'll be leaving us. I think you must know who you are marrying, don't you?" she explained to me. Once inside, I was shown to a small, plain room. It was simply furnished and the walls were painted white. "You'll receive more clothing tomorrow. But for now you need sleep, missy," she said to me. I sat down on the bed. I was now shorter, and I felt off balance. "One question: were is my brother? Is this what happened to him as well? Or did something else happen? Please I must know?!" I asked as I cried. She then looked at me and spoke, "I knew that was coming. Your brother is dead, much as your old male self is now dead. But there is now someone else. All of that will be dealt with shortly." I then remembered what the man had said, and I asked about the 'details' as he had put it. "No reason why you shouldn't know that. During the surgery, a fertilized egg was implanted. The egg has your DNA - which was re written but that injection you were given - and was fertilized but your husband. The baby you are now carrying will be yours, and only yours. Once this is done, you will be a fully functional, fertile female. But everything is now fine, so you have no need to worry. You'll learn more as we go along." She then smiled at me and left the room. I was now female, and not only that, a pregnant female. I figured out that my brother must now also be a female. I had been wiped out! But I was just so tired, I quickly fell asleep. I was woken early the next morning. I was ordered to shower. As I did this, I examined my new body. I was now shorter, but plumper. My skin was now almost hairless, and it was now very soft. Where prior to all this, I was balding, now I had a full head of thick dark hair. My arms and shoulders had dramatically reduced in size, and all muscle tone had been lost. My feet were now tiny things. But the strangest change were my nipples: they now were bright pink and larger. They tingled as I washed them. "It will take me a while, if ever, to get used to this body - how can it be mine?" I thought to myself. After my shower and drying myself, I was led, naked and afraid, to a massive storage room. Once inside, I was measured, and my escorts started to dress me. There were tiny little silk panties. I slid them up my now smooth legs, and fitted them over my now open crotch. Next came a bra! "You may not think you need this now, honey. But in a short while, after you've filled out, you'll thank us for this. And then, once your bun takes over, you will be HUGE up top, and need all the support you can get! So best to get used to wearing a bra now, honey!" I was then shown how to put the thing on-it felt like a harness, and I started to weep. "Your first clothing issue will consist of basic items. More feminine clothing will be given as you grow into your new role," the escort said. She then handed me a pair of loose fitting, drawstring waist style trousers, which featured thin vertical cream and soft pink stripes. The top had the same print, and featured big pink plastic buttons. The trousers had no zipper, and I struggled with the top-the buttons were on the 'wrong' side, until I remembered. Next came little pink socks, and a pair of white, low heeled pumps. I looked in a mirror, and I was surprised at the cute girl who looked back. I was then issued more clothing: more soft printed trousers in soft, girly colors, tops, and pink jeans with no zipper, only buttons, a spandex workout set consisting of hot pink leotards and white leggings. Then I was made to sit on a small low stool and my ears were both pierced, with two gold studs on either side. Once I had everything I needed, I was lead back to my room. After I had put my new things away, I was next taken to an office. "You are now in training, honey. You will learn everything you need to know about running a house, how to cook, how to care for a little one, and how to look after you and your husband. Classes will be provided here at the center, at the ladies center in town, and in the homes of various women who live in town. You will learn everything in time. Any questions? I didn't think so! Now here is your time table," explained the matron. I looked over the table-I'd be busy from early morning until well into the evening! And from the looks of things, they had thought of everything. "In time, we will add more classes as you progress. There will also be opportunities to socialize and to experiment with your new body and mind. After we finish, you'll be married and then you'll move out, and into wedded bless!" the matron added. I finally brought myself to whimper out, "So were is she? Or he? Or whatever my brother is now?" The matron then giggled and replied with, "Oh, she's around. But you have more important issues right now. We'll leave that for a while, but in time you'll meet her. That has been included in your plan. Don't worry about that for now! Now there is a vehicle out front that will take you off on orientation." I left the room quietly, and boarded the van. After a day spend learning were everything was, and what was expected of me, I was returned to the center. The day had been long, and soon I was sound asleep. Sometime that night, there was a knock on my door. I went to see who it was, and as I opened the door, someone quickly pushed their way in, quickly and quietly closing the door behind them. My bedside light was then clicked on. I recognized the girl who was standing there as the one who I had seen exercising a few days before. "You used to be Fred, right?" she asked. I had to think for a minute and finally I answered, "Yes, yes I was. How do you know that? But I'm Natalie now." The girl then smiled and offered, "I'm Suzanne now. But before all this, I was...I was Ronald." Both of us then started to cry. For some reason, I reached out and hugged her. "So what do we do now? Why is this happening?" I asked through my tears. Suzanne then told me to sit down on my bed, and she pulled up a chair before saying, "Apparently we are to be married off. But I can tell you one thing - both of our future hubbies work for the same architecture firm, and both plan to live in the same town. So we will be close to each other, if nothing else. But why did you come here?" I replied with, "I came looking for you. After getting your card, I figured out this is where you were. But I never expected to find this! So what happened to our old selves? How do we escape this place?" Suzanne then giggled and said, "The old male you is now dead. There is nothing left of our old selves - even your fingerprints are now new. And we can't escape - but in a week, you'll be such a girl that you won't want to leave! Now I must go, and don't tell anyone that you saw me: I think a formal introduction was planned for later." She then giggled loudly, covered her grinning mouth, and added, "Just remember to act surprised, sis!" With that, she left. Classes started the next day and I was kept busy. I had to learn how to cook like a chef, sew, and take perfect care of a home. There was a daily exercise class provided, as well. Soon I had progressed on to knitting, crafts, and how to take care of a man. As well, my body was changing. My hair had really thickened up and was growing out. I gained weight, and soon my hips, butt, and boobs had started to fill out nicely. I was starting to look like a fully formed woman! Whereas in my prior life, hygiene hadn't meant much, now I was very clean. I liked starting my day with a nice hot shower, followed by doing my hair. I used creams on my skin and face. The fine growth on my pussy had thickened and filled out into a thick full bush, while some fine, thin hair had appeared on my legs and in my armpits. For some reason I detested this, and I started shaving my legs and underarms regularly. As well, my mind was also changing. I was becoming emotional, and openly emotional. I could cry over any little thing, and the smallest bit of fun would make me giggle and outright laugh. I found I had a lot of affection to give, and I no longer feel strange receiving it. Soon I was wearing skirts and occasionally a dress. As well, I also started to wear jewellery I now often wore rings, necklaces, and gold bracelets. Even my walk changed - I was now shorter, and my walk was now delicate and springy. During this time, I advanced through my training. The hygiene class was up front and disgusting, but I found it very useful. I also found I loved little ones, as caring for them was introduced. The hardest class was the very graphic and intimate sex education program. I couldn't face the fact that soon, I'd have to sexually satisfy and pleasure a man. That was still too hard to take. After quite a bit of training, the matron that be brought me and Suzanne together for a private talk. She explained, "This was a hard decision to undertake. We had you, Suzanne. But then there were other issues - You talked to others outside. So Natalie was on the trail. But in the end everything worked out for the best. Once we knew that George liked you Nat, we just moved in. killed two birds with one stone, as they say." She then laughed, before continuing with, "You two are now sisters. We allowed some of the DNA programming to stay the same. While you two are not twins, you are bona-fide sisters. Your paperwork will reflect that. As well, you're both off to the same community, so you'll be close! Now Suzanne, you're further along, so you marry and leave first. Nat, once you finish up, you go next. But both of you need to remember that now have lots of responsibilities-so don't count on anything more then a superficial relationship." She then thought for a moment and offered, "Or the two of you may become very, very close. Only time will tell." As we left, I thought to myself, "I have a sister now. What does that mean to me?" Things progressed smoothly for me. I body kept on rounding out and my hair grew out nicely. I now loved everyone around me. Then Mike, Suzanne's new man, came to visit. She returned to the centre crying. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing! Nothing at all! But now I'm engaged! Just look!" I then gasped as she showed me her new engagement ring. "That is some rock, sis! You're one lucky lady!" I said. She now wore a massive diamond ring, set with small rubies around a main diamond. Suzanne then continued with, "And the two of us now have a house! Mike is busy getting it ready for us! Oh happy day, can you get any better then this?" We both sat there, weeping happily and talking. My turn came soon enough. George arrived a short time later and we went for a picnic. For some reason he looked different. I thought to myself: "I can't believe how handsome this man is! And how successful! Why didn't I notice any of this before?" We sat and talked about little things: my training, the house out in Woodville he had purchased for us, his job as a senior designer at Roe and company. "I used to work as a field supervisor. But for the sake of our relationship, I've decided to take a 9-to-5 job. That way, I'll be home every night with you!" he explained. I thought to myself, "I am kind of lucky. I mean, I get to marry a very successful, kind, considerate, and special man." As we finished up, he reached into his pocket, and he pulled out a small black box. "Natalie, this is for you!" George said. He then opened the box, and showed me the contents-an engagement ring, or to be more precise, my engagement ring! A large central diamond sat raised, and surrounded by smaller diamonds. The band was made of platinum, and looked lovely. George then placed the ring on my finger. I was now engaged, and one step closer to becoming his wife! I was terrified and excited at the same time. That evening I showed my ring to Suzanne, and we both cried and hugged. We were both moving right along. I did not attend Suzanne's wedding, however. As these events were small and she would not be able to attend mine, I decided not to go. She packed up the night before, and the next morning she checked out. I wished her luck, and as I knew the name of her husband, I could find her. And we'd take it from there. My own wedding followed a few weeks later. It was a simple event, held on the grounds of the men's club. George told me, "This, my dear, is only a stop gap. In time, we'll have a massive church wedding, surrounded by friends and well wishers. You'll see!" I agreed, but for me, this was a special time. We walked down the aisle, said our 'I do's', kissed, George placed a ring on my finger, and we walked out. I was now Mrs. Quinn, and a wife. I had signed the paperwork as 'Miss Natalie Thompson'. I had also been given new ID-drivers license, SSN, State Id, all in that name: and I had been let in on a little secret: it seemed that someone named 'Fred Crothers' had drowned in a diving accident, half way across the world. However, I no longer cared. He was gone, and I accepted that. We flew out of Stepford that afternoon. We had decided to spend a few days at a resort center, located in a nearby city. After we had gotten our room, and our bags had been delivered, we went in. George locked the door behind us. He then came up behind me, and he started to kiss me. Then I felt his tongue flick against my front teeth. I opened my mouth, and his tongue entered. I thrust my own tongue into his mouth, and we deeply kissed. His hands were massaging my butt, still covered in my wedding dress. He then pulled the zipper down, and the top fell away. "Umm. I've waited a long time for this!" he moaned. He then pulled my dress down, and I stepped out of it. He then pulled my bra off, and my tits fell free. George then proceeded to quickly remove his own clothes. I looked him over: he was in good shape, with big muscles and a hairy, well formed chest. Then I noticed his cock. It was starting to get hard, and he was HUGE! I got down on my knees in front of him, and I used my small hands to gently squeeze his manhood. I began to work by hand up and down, up and down, and soon George was moaning and he was very hard. "Boy, honey, you are one well hung man! Please be gentle with me!" I whispered. I reached out and I tickled his massive balls. He seemed to like that, as he giggled and his cock jerked. I then took his cock into my mouth. I started to suck and lick his shaft. I used the tip of my tongue to flick the tip of his cock, and each time I did, he groaned. He then started to thrust in my mouth. I just held my lips tight, and moved my own head in unison. After a while of this, he began to groan and whimper. He was very hard, and then he grunted, and flooded my mouth with thick, warm semen. I just relaxed, and licked him clean. He then softened, and I swallowed, to clear my mouth. He then collapsed on the nearby bed. I removed my panties, and when over to join him. I rubbed his chest, and kissed him. "Honey, that...that was beautiful!" he whispered. He then reached out, and he started to roll my large nipples between his fingers. Soon, I felt a tingling sensation in my chest. Then I started to feel very warm. George then pulled me down with him, and he began to suck and lick my nipples. "Oh, god!" I moaned. He then got up, and he spread my legs apart. I noticed he was hard again, and he moved his body between my legs. I then felt his weight on me. He kissed my lips, positioned himself, and he then thrust his big, thick dick into me. I felt a moment of pain, as my hymen ripped. I was now his wife, completely and fully. He then began to thrust, working his powerful hips in a figure eight action. I began to groan and whimper as feelings-new, strong feelings I had never felt before-started to build in my body. Every nerve I had started to fire as tension built up inside me. "I'm fucking my new wife! Cum for me, honey! Oh god!" George grunted as he thrust. He then started to thrust deeply, and something went off as the tip of his large penis touched something inside of me. Then, every nerve inside me fired-and my vision went funny. Massive, strong feelings-beautiful feelings spread throughout my body as, for the first time; I had an orgasm as a woman. But George was not finished. He just kept on thrusting. A few seconds later, I felt another orgasm building. I moaned and grunted as I came again. This time, however, I felt something warm inside of me-George had cum as well. I whimpered as his cock softened and he withdrew. I then curled up in his arms, and soon, I was asleep. I awoke some time later; George was still holding me. I gently got up, and looked him over. His body was firm and hard. Even soft, his cock was still large-he was far better hung then my old self ever was! I woke him up, as a few hours had passed. "I think we should go and get something to eat, honey! I'm starved!" he agreed, and after we had dressed, we went for dinner. I held his hand as we walked down. After dinner, we went for a walk. "We have a few days here. But later on, we'll take a proper vacation. Unfortunately, I had to take a lot of time off to finish the house. But that place is completely ready for us-we can just move in. it's a large, fine place that was just built, and it's set in the suburbs with a creek and park on one side and a forest in behind. We have one neighbour, as we are on the end of a side street. So we'll have a nice quiet place with privacy," he explained. "Do you know who our neighbour is?" I asked. "Yes, I do. Well I kind of know them - he's a co-worker, and he just got married as well. In fact, he was the one who informed me about the place. For some reason, he said it was important that we go there. His name is Jack and her name is Suzanne." I giggled. The rest of the time there was lovely. We had lots of sex, we talked a lot, and for the first time on my life, I felt loved and wanted. Then we moved on. The house was indeed lovely, and I fell in love with the place the second I saw it. Everything was ready, save for one room. "This will be your private space, honey. We'll finish it as you want, and I'll furnish it as you want," George explained. I whimpered at that-how considerate he was! Soon it was Sunday night, and tomorrow morning George would have to go to work. I cried at the thought of being left alone. "I have to go honey! Otherwise, we will have nothing! But this is going to be hard on me as well!" We climbed into our large queen size bed together, and I drifted off to sleep. George slept naked, and all I wore was a thin silk nightie and bikini pants. I had curled up beside him, and he held me. When I woke up, sunlight was starting to stream into our room. I got up, and I went to the bathroom. It was early, but not be much, so I went back to bed. George had rolled onto his back, and his half hard cock was sticking up like a poker. I reached out and touched it. Then I got down on the bed and started to suck it. I sucked and licked and bobbed my head-his cock was soon fully hard. I felt his hands on my head, trying to guide my movements. Then with a grunt, he came in my mouth. I swallowed, and rolled off of him. When he finally spoke, he said to me, "Now that was some alarm clock! One that gives blow jobs! Thank you, sweetie!" He then ran to the toilet. He returned to the bed, and he then started to touch me. He rubbed my boobs through my nightgown, and he kissed me on the lips. He then threw my down over a pillow, and he lifted my nightie up and he pulled my tiny panties off. He then massaged my ass for a few minutes. "Now we are going to try fucking this way! Come on fife, your stud is here, and he is horny and ready to breed!" George yelled. He then pushed his cock into me from behind. Soon, he had the whole big thing up inside me, and he began to thrust. Every nerve in my body fired and spasmed as he thrust into me. "Oh, god Honey - you're fucking the life out of me! Oh, god, as I going to cum!" I grunted. A second later, a rainbow appeared in front of my eyes, and I had a massive orgasm. But once again, he had the stamina of a bull, and he just kept going. He then reached around, and he began to play with my tits and rub my nipples. I just moaned and whimpered, as I could no longer speak. George then started to grunt, and I knew he was about to cum. I tightened my cunt muscles, and I held on to his cock. He then grunted even harder, and a few seconds later, he exploded into me. Both of us the collapsed on the bed. A few minutes later, the alarm went off. George got up, and headed off to shower. I donned a housedress and headed to the kitchen. I fed him his breakfast, and he then headed up stairs to finish dressing. He came downstairs nicely dressed, in a suit, and I kissed him and the front door. "I'll be home a little after five. You just relax today, and try to get used to our new home," he commented as he headed out. I waved good-bye, and he drove off. After sitting in a chair and crying softly for a few minutes, I headed back into the kitchen. I cooked myself a nice big breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and jam. While I was cooking, I had myself a bowl of oatmeal. This was what I had been taught, and this was what I did. After eating, I cleaned the kitchen up, and I went upstairs. I had myself a nap. Then I went and showered before I dressed myself. "We need to get me a vehicle of some kind," I said to myself. Then I loved out the side window. "I think I'm going to go over and introduce myself to the neighbour," I said to myself. I walked over to the place, and walked up the front steps. I rang the door bell, and a few seconds later the door opened. Standing there was Suzanne, in person. "Oh, it is you! Come on in, sis!" she explained. I entered her home and I looked around. "Very nice place. Very nice," I offered. "Thank you!" she replied, before added, "I'll just get us a nice snack, and then we can sit and talk. Now, what should I use to make sandwiches? Oh, yes-there is some left over chicken in the fridge!" She then motioned for me to follow her, and soon both of us were in the massive, modern kitchen. Soon, she had made three Dagwood sized sandwiches, added chips and dip, and poured us two large glasses of juice. She then placed everything on the table, and we sat to eat. As we ate, she talked about the local area-were the shopping center and grocery store were located- were the library was-were the bank was. I listened intently, and then we moved on to local events. "You know, there will be a local farmers' market starting up in the park in a few weeks. From what I hear, the place will be huge. Sis, we'll just have to start going there and checking things out!" she offered through a giggle. At that moment, I found myself giggling as well. We finished our meal (and for some reason I found myself very hungry) and then moved into her den. We sat on large soft chairs, and looked into each others eyes. I finally spoke, saying, "Why us? Everything has changed! I used to be a man! Now I'm this. They even tell me I'm pregnant! What do I believe, Suzanne?" She then shook her head, and grunted in disgust. "You need to just settle down and be happy. But I'll now prove to you that you in fact expecting. Come on!" she said. I had to return home to get my bag. She picked me up in a large SUV. I commented about the corvette parked in her driveway and she explained, "That is Mike's car. This one is mine-for now at least." She then drove off. We stopped at a drugstore and we went in. "What we need is over here, honey," she commented. I blushed when I saw what she were buying - pregnancy tests! She picked out a couple, and we headed to the cash. The girl smiled at us knowingly as Suzanne paid her, and we headed back to the car. We then drove back to her place. Once inside, we both went to the main bathroom. "Now we both pee on sticks, and look for things. I'll go first!" she commented. After getting the stick out of the box, she dropped her pants, revealing a nice, full set of hips and a bubble butt. She then sat on the toilet, and peed on the test. Once she was finished, she stood up, cleaned herself, and we waited. "If I'm knocked, and I know I am, a large pink cross should appear in the window," she explained. Sure enough, a large pink cross appeared - it was complete and dark, and there was no doubt. She then handed me a second, similar kit, and she ordered me to pee. I complied and soon I too had a wet stick. I gasped as the full cross appeared in the window. I started to cry, saying, "Are you sure this is right? Am I really going to have a baby?" Images started to fill my mind -I was big as a house - a giggling, grinning infant-me cuddling the infant - me with my husband and the baby. I was scared, I was happy and I was in shock all at the same time. "What am I going to do now?" I asked. "Well, both of us will start growing soon. And in time, we'll both have our first babies. Then we'll be mommies and aunties! Doesn't that sound beautiful?" Suzanne replied. After we both wiped out tears and fixed our clothes, we returned to the kitchen. "Now for a treat-they tell me that we both need to eat a lot of this!" she offered. She then went to the freezer, and she returned with a large container of chocolate ice cream. I enjoyed my large portion, but I commented, "You know, before, I never even liked ice cream. Now, I love it! What does that mean?" "Forget about before, and concentrate on now. That's what I'm doing," Suzanne commented. After I helped her clean up, I headed home. "I'll come over to your place tomorrow, sis. We can split things up easily. Just have something good and wholesome to eat!" Suzanne said. I agreed, and I headed home. Once I got home, I locked the door and sat down. Not only was I now a woman, I was about to become a mother! How was I to cope? I checked the phone, and found that George had called. I returned his call, as he instructed, and he said, "I tried to phone, but you were out. I guess I need to get you a good mobile phone, honey. So were were you?" I replied, "I was next door, with my sister. You also need to get me a vehicle, as well. I'll take the bus for now, but I need a nice vehicle of some kind." The line was quiet for a minute, and George then offered, "So it was true. I just know you two will get along fine. Her husband is a superb man as well. We've been friends for years! As for the car, I've been thinking about that as well. But don't worry, one is coming." We chatted for a few minutes, until George had to get back to work. "At least he cares, and is concerned about me," I thought to myself. I needed food in the house, so I then headed out for the bus. I went to the grocer that Suzanne had recommended, and I did my shopping. I picked up nice pork chops, greens, and pasta, and cupcakes for dinner. "Now, what do I need for tomorrow?" I asked myself. I picked up big Kaiser Buns, Swiss cheese, and fresh shaved roast beef. I decided that I needed some sort of dressing, and strangely enough, I bought a big bottle of whole mayonnaise. "Now we have sandwich fixings," I told myself. I got a big container of chocolate chunk ice cream to cover sweets. Next came whole milk, peanut butter, and for some reason, spam. It felt strange buying it, but I felt as if I needed it. I fact, before I was finished, I had a full cart of groceries. After bagging and checking out, I bussed it back home. Thank goodness I was ahead of rush hour! After getting home, I put my things away. I still had time before I would have to start dinner, so I went upstairs. I took off all my clothes, and examined myself in the full length mirror. My hair was now collar length, dark and thick. I had good sized breasts. I touched my still flat and firm stomach - there was no sign of a bump yet. My rear showed itself to be full and crescent shaped. My hips and thighs were still well shaped. My feet were small and perfectly proportioned. My full, thick bush highlighted my now open crotch. I started to rub myself there, and after a few minutes, those lovely feeling returned. I threw myself on the bed, and I touched and rubbed myself. I played with my large red nipples until they were full and hard. Finally I shoved a finger inside my pussy. That felt good, but I didn't feel full - so I used two fingers. I hear moaning and groaning, and then my body went firm and I jerked. I orgsamed , and I then lay there, gasping for breath and tired. After a brief nap, I got up, donned a simple housedress, and headed downstairs. I cooked dinner and set the table. George came home right on time. "These are for you honey," he said as he handed over a big boukia or fresh roses. "They are so pretty! Thank you honey!" I replied as I kissed him. We ate dinner, and commented on how food the food was. "I'm sorry about dessert. I'll start baking soon, so we'll have fresh baked goods!" I explained. We discussed both his day and my day over dinner. He seemed pleased when I told him about the pregnancy test. "You'll do fine, sweetie. I know you'll be a super mommy! Just eat well, take good care of yourself, and don't worry," he explained, before getting up, bending down until his face was level with mine, and adding in a soft voice, "You just leave those to me. In fact, if something, or god forbid someone, is bothering or upsetting you in least, you come and tell me right away. I'll then go and deal with it! If you have problems, don't worry about them: you just tell me, and I'll sort them out! And if you have wants, just tell me, and I'll satisfy them." He then kissed me on the check first, followed by my lips. "You are mine, and I intend to take good care of what is mine. Now don't you forget that, sweetie there is to be no hiding or holding back anything from me from now on," he growled. "Yes dear, I know. You are very sweet, and you'll make a fine daddy and husband as well. I'll always follow you from now on." He then smiled, patted my hand and kissed my forehead. "Very good, honey," he whispered. He then went to watch TV while I cleaned up. As I washed the dishes, I thought, "Why am I so submissive? Well, I am a wife now. He is bigger and stronger, and I know he'll protect me." At that moment, I felt-safe. The next morning, we both woke up to the alarm. I cursed myself for sleeping-I had missed my morning blowjob! I went downstairs, cooked George his breakfast, and fed him. Then I noticed we had a few minutes. As he went to leave, I blocked the door, turned around, bent over, and pulled my nightie up. "I need a good fucking from my hubby. Please, honey, do me now - I don't think I can wait all day!" I said. He then laughed and dragged into the living room. "Boy, are you horny! And I like that! Here you go!" He then placed me over a padded stool, rubbed my ass cheeks, and then I heard him open his pants. He rubbed the tip of his cock on my thighs and ass to get it hard, and then he entered me with a nice, hard thrust. Soon, he had built up a nice, solid rhythm, and I was feeling very good. I moaned and gasped as his big cock fucked me. I babbled as I orgasmed. Then I felt very high. Every part of my body was alive and feeling pleasure. "Please, honey - cum in me! I need it bad!" I grunted. "You little minx! If you're not knocked by now, you soon will be!" he growled. I whimpered as I came again, and then I heard the grunt that told me he had cum as well. He left his cock in my pussy while he softened. He then got up, patted my ass, and went to the bathroom to clean up. I was sweaty, warm, and still coming down from the sex high when he left. I then got up, had my breakfast, and went and showered. I cleaned the place up and got ready from Suzanne. She arrived right on time, and we had a nice morning. We went for a walk in the park together. I loved seeing the children playing and laughing. I had never noticed kids before, but now I saw them everywere. We returned to my place, and with pride I set out the snack things. Soon we had nice sandwiches, I popped a tray of little pizza snacks into the microwave, and soon those were hot. We then sat and ate. As we finished, I declared, "We have chocolate chunk ice cream for dessert." We both ate a big bowlful. We finished, and as Suzanne went to leave, she offered: "I think tomorrow we'll go out for lunch. There's a nice diner just down the road." I agreed, and we hugged before she left. I then did some cleaning before I got out the phone book, I called my local health unit, and after telling them I was pregnant, asked for a list of professionals I would need. "We'll get a list of doctors, midwives, and nurses out to you in tomorrows' mail Ma'am." I figured that, as I was pregnant, I needed medical care and supervision. Next I called a local dentist and booked an appointment for a check up. I told the receptionist, "I'm pregnant - does that affect anything?" The reply was, "Oh, no ma'am. We'll take good care of you. But thank you for telling us that up front!" Next it was time to cook dinner. That weekend, George took me car shopping. I fell in love right away with large minivan. "That one, honey. That one is the one I want!" I exclaimed. George looked things over, and he then enlisted a salesman's aid. In the end, I did get my van-but the one George got for me was the largest, most powerful one they offered. George asked for all leather storable seats, GPS, custom trim, custom electronics, and the biggest engine available. I just sat there, smiling, and counting cars passing out the window. After things finished up, I was told my van would arrive next week. As we left, George told me, "As I only want the best, I only give the best. Everything you get will be top of the line from now on!" once the van was delivered, it was indeed beautiful. As well, I found it fun to drive. It looked strange, sitting in the driveway beside Georges' Corvette. But the van was still all mine. George would often take it in the evenings, for gas and washing. He also got me a top of the line cell phone, and an AAA membership. I felt very safe, and protected then. I few days later, my list arrived in the mail. "Now how do I figure out which people I want involved in this? There are so many names here! This is an important decision for me!" Later that day, I asked my sister, and she offered some insight. Finally, I decided to hand it over to George. When I asked him that evening, he was thrilled and said, "I'll get started on that tomorrow. But what is important to you in this? I tell you what, you think about that, and write me out a list. Then I'll take it from there, honey." I thought for a moment and then said, "No need for a list. I want someone who will be nice to me. I want a doctor who will take charge, both of me and of my care. I want lots of advice, and I want him to take time to get to know me and to understand me. And of course, I want extreme completeness, good manners, and for him to be fearless." "So basically a strong, capable male doctor who will be very helpful. I get the idea. I'll deliver as soon as I can-but remember, if you don't like my pick from the first moment, tell me so I can find you someone else," George offered. I then hugged him-he was simply the best husband a girl could ask for. The next day, I and Suzanne went out for the day. We enjoyed some shopping and the mall was both very nice and huge! We enjoyed large ice cream treats, bought silk lingerie, checked out maturity clothes (and there was some very cute stuff!) and generally enjoyed our day out. At one kitchen place, we both bought a set of dishes. "you can never have enough tableware", I said. I noticed that the two of us held hands as we walked, and we hugged often. For a person whom I saw little of, we had grown close quickly, and I enjoyed both her presence and her company. But soon, the day ended, and we went home. That evening, George told me that I was going to meet Suzanne's Husband, Mike the next day. I was scared, and I asked George if I really had too. "Yes, you do! He is my friend, and he is your de facto brother-in-law!" he said. I asked, "What should I call this man? How do I treat him?" George then ordered me to sit down, and after I did so, he sat across from me. "Good question. You will treat him respect and deference. He is to be addressed as 'sir' as is every other man you meet from now on! But how do you see him, honey?" he instructed. "I just see a man. He isn't as manly as you are. In fact, to me he is dull and repulsive. I look at most men I see that way. But still, I worry about them!" I replied. "Don't be scared of men - any man I allow near you is safe. But any man I haven't approved of, unless he is in a formal role, isn't worth the time of day. You will avoid them unless you need them. In that case, conversation is to be kept very formal and to the point. Understand?" I agreed. And I realized, that for the first time since childhood, someone had set a limit for me. But it was a limit designed to protect me. I'd follow it. The next day I went for groceries. I contentedly did my shopping. But I noticed things I hadn't before. I went to the deli to get sandwich meat. I looked around for my usual girl, but she wasn't there. A tall, lanky male came over to help me. "What can I do for you?" he asked. I gave him my order. "Gee, that's quite a lot of premium meat!" he commented. I just looked at him. He gathered some of my order up. "Now how do you want the chicken cut?" he asked. I looked at the stainless steel cabinet behind him and said, "Shaved, please." He moved to cut, weigh, and give me the package. As he worked, he tried to make conversation. I just looked at the cabinet and ignored his chatter. If a question related to my order, I answered in a few words. He seemed upset, but I didn't care! And he just kept on chattering! Finally, I said to him, "Look, just shut the fuck up and get me my meat! I don't like you, I don't care about you, and I tired of listening to you!" But even then, when he got to the bologna, he said, "You know, this other one is on special. I'll just switch things..." "No, you will not! I asked for premium all beef bologna, and you will give me premium all beef bologna! I'll pay for it, gladly!" I said. I kept my face expressionless, and I just stared at the cabinet. He muttered, "Sorry," and he got me the right stuff. "Anything else?" he asked. I replied with a quick, "No thank you," and I left. I continued with this-male bus drivers, store staff, restaurant servers. While most were very professional, some would talk. But I quickly learned to just ignore them. And most got the message quickly. And George, bless his soul, brought good solid men into my life. Soon, thanks to him, I had good male friends who I could respect and learn from. But they were still men, all worthy of being called 'sir' and treated with utmost respect. If they were hungry, I cooked food. If they were enjoying TV or cards, I was quiet and respectful (but I must admit that I also enjoyed watching the game. I'd fix myself a nice big snack, and go sit and enjoy the game-but I kept quiet and didn't interrupt unless I was invited to do so). And if they were talking with me, I was honest, correct, and open. With George's help I quickly learned to allow a man to start, control, and end a conversation. And how to follow a man's lead. But all of this made things much easier, and I was happier. In fact, Suzanne's husband had taught her in a similar fashion. In time, however, I learned that this training was important-it helped to make me a woman. End part I In part II, Natalie will deal with her pregnancy, and some new people will come into her life, and she'll learn more. There will also be a couple of twists, so I hope you'll keep following this!