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A Very Fortunate Mistake
By Anne Oni Mouse (February 2013)
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My life had never been one of excitement and love was something I saw
others enjoying. All of that changed when I decided not to put my shoes
on to pick up the milk from my doorstep.
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I had just slipped my stockinged toes out on the doorstep to pick up my
milk that had been delivered when I looked up and was stunned to see
Paul, who lived in the flat opposite mine. The look on his face was one
of delight and absolute triumph as he ushered me back into my flat
closing the door behind us.
By now I was terrified. Under the masculine veneer of shirt and trousers
lay my guilty secret of bra, panties and pantyhose ready for a weekend
of curtains drawn crossdressing. Even without him saying it I realised
that Paul was so obviously aware of my secret. With his being a six foot
three Army corporal I felt very vulnerable at barely five foot six.
Only
once before had I been caught out like this when a friend came round
unexpectedly and I ended up in a bar desperately hoping that no one
would spot the line of my bra through my sweater.
Paul led me through into the lounge and he sat down. I was surprised at
how considerate he actually seemed to be now that we were alone
together. He asked me to take off my shirt and trousers. When I tried to
avoid doing it he just asked me even more nicely and I felt there was
little alternative but to do as he asked. I was glad that I had showered
and removed the hair from my body before getting dressed as at least I
looked my best as I stood there in my favourite black lace bra and
panties and bamboo shade tights.
With Paul being such a large man I felt so tiny, I had never really
worked on building muscles as that really would have spoiled the effect
when I dressed in the way that made me happiest. He smiled as he looked
up at me from his seat and told me that I looked pretty. I couldn't help
blushing as that was the very first time in my life that anyone had
called me pretty, and I couldn't stop myself feeling so happy about it.
When Paul lifted his hand and touched my satin covered behind I didn't
know what to think. I had hardly thought about being with a man, being
dressed as a girl was what made my life that little magical bit happier.
That he smiled and whispered "nice" gave me a very warm feeling and I
felt so much less scared.
As he stood, and ran his hand over my bra encased chest, I felt a sense
of excitement and regret. The cups were so empty as I had intended to
put my breast forms in when I returned from the doorstep. Paul realised
what the looked on my face signified and smiled telling me to "Go and
enhance the girls". I can't quite believe how thrilled I was to scurry
off to my bedroom to slip the forms into the bras cups. I decided not to
stop there and took out my light brown page-boy cut wig which I fixed
in
place. Things were coming together, but I knew I had to add a bit of
makeup to enhance the few feminine facets of my face.
At last I was ready and was about to return when I remembered my perfume
and dabbed some on behind my ears and between my breasts. Finally
satisfied I made a rather nervous return to the lounge, hoping that my
efforts would be rewarded with approval.
As I walked in Paul stood up looking rather more serious than I hoped
and my heart sank as he told me I wasn't pretty any more. Then the
widest smile spread across his face and he said pretty didn't come close
to describing how lovely I was and he told me that I as beautiful. I
could feel tears of joy forming in my eyes, but as Paul swept me up into
his arms I felt so much happier than I had at any time before in my
life. I had always thought that if anyone found out about my secret my
life would not be worth living. Now that Paul knew about me I felt that
what had gone before was a hollow and completely empty mirage of an
existence.
Now I was wondering why I had never allowed a man into my life before as
being with Paul had lifted my soul to new heights. Then again maybe if
I
had met another man perhaps they would have ruined the experience for
me. Being in Paul's arms I felt so safe that I never wanted to leave
that happy place.
When he gently lifted my head, so that I was looking up into his eyes, I
thought my excitement would explode. It did as I felt myself spurting
into my panties. If that had happened before I think that I would have
died with embarrassment, but now it was just a sign of the amazing
heights this short experience had raise my life to. Yet now, as he
kissed me deeply and our tongues tangoed sexily together, I was
overtaken by one great fear. What if Paul would suddenly realise what a
huge mistake he had made and become disgusted at how he had fallen for
the queer who lived across the hall?
As Paul broke our embrace I looked a little sad and he smiled
soothingly. "Don't fret honey" he said "I do have a few things to do
today, but I would be very honoured if you would do the honour of coming
to my place for supper tonight?"
My heart leapt and I had trouble keeping my composure. The very thought
of being with him that evening made me want to sing and dance, but I
tried to keep some dignity. Keeping as calm as I could I responded "I
think that would be very nice".
With that Paul gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and left my home. As the
door shut I felt a huge sense of loss. The thought of being parted from
Paul for even a moment seemed to make me feel so sad. It was so
shocking
to realise that, in that meeting lasting barely twenty minutes I had
fallen in love, so very deeply, as a woman with another man.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and I was in a total panic. He might have
come back to me, but what if it was someone else and answered the door
like I was dressed.
Managing to get my mind back in gear I remembered the small spy hole
and, sliding the cover to one side, was ecstatic to see that it really
was him standing there. I couldn't help myself, flinging open the door I
grabbed his right hand and pulled him hurriedly inside. As soon as I
had
slammed the door shut I had wrapped my body around him and locked my
lips onto his. Eventually, after a minute or two locked together my grip
relaxed and I let Paul speak.
As he tried to get his brain back into gear, hardly able to wipe the
goofy grin from his face, Paul looked at me and said, "Actually, what I
really came back for was to ask you what I should call you." I giggled.
He continued, "I really can't keep calling you Kenny can I?"
I looked down a little embarrassed at how I had behaved, but not
regretting it for a single moment and said, "I usually call myself
Anne".
He smiled and said, "Thank you Anne." Then, as a wicked look spread
across his face, he pulled me towards him and whispered "Now, where were
we", before re-engaging our lip locking, tongue dancing hug. It was
another thirty minutes before I allowed Paul to escape from my grasp
and, only then, on the promise that we would resume it that night at
seven.
Once more I began mooning around like the most lovesick creature ever
born, but I knew that it was not hopeless. Then panic struck me as I
realised that I had only eight hours before I needed to be ready to be
with Paul again. It was really such a little time to get myself ready
and looking as hot as I could. Most women complain that they don't have
a thing to wear, but in my case that was very nearly true. Most of the
clothes that I had bought online were just not right for a hot date.
At one point I wondered about just going as I was in my underwear. After
all, I knew he thought I looked very sexy like that and it was how we
hopefully would end up. Now where did that thought come from?
As I was staring wistfully at nothing in particular, mulling over that
last thought, there was a gentle knock at the door. I got to the spyhole
just in time to see Paul disappear into his flat - had I scared him so
that he wanted to call it off?
Just opening the door a crack I saw there was a package leaned against
it and quickly brought it inside. It was a box from one of the more up
market women's fashion stores in town and couldn't stop myself ripping
it open, desperate to see just what it contained. My heart leapt as I
lifted out quite the most delightful little black dress. I smiled at how
short and revealing it was, how could I not be happy that Paul wanted
to
see so much of me.
In barely a minute I was standing, heart pounding, in front of a full-
length mirror. Tears of blissful happiness were rolling down my cheeks.
I could not believe that such a small amount of fabric could make me
feel so much more of a woman.
By now it was after two in the afternoon and, although I hadn't eaten,
the butterflies crashing around in my stomach meant I couldn't eat
anything anyway. Now there were less than five hours left before I was
back with Paul. I wasn't sure if there was any way that I could possibly
be ready. In an ideal world I would have visited a salon for the whole
hair and makeup thing, but there was still no way I could bring myself
to go out in public as Anne.
A nice long leisurely perfumed bath left my more relaxed and smelling of
spring flowers. I patted myself dry with my fluffiest yellow bath
towel.
My hair, cut short for my real life rather than my fantasy, took little
drying and I paid little attention to it as it would be under another of
my wigs soon.
There was no way that I wasn't gong to wear the same black bra and
panties that Paul seemed to enjoy earlier, but this time I decided to
team them up with barely black stockings attached to a suspender belt
that matched the bra and panties set. I knew that the stockings would
just reach the hem of my new dress and would give Paul a nice flash
almost any time that I moved.
Makeup was an absolute nightmare as I was still not very good. To make
matters worse I was trying a sophisticated evening look for the first
time, and the fact there was an audience did not make things any easier.
It took nearly an hour and a half before I was satisfied enough to move
on to my hair. I knew exactly the wig I wanted. It was a strawberry
blonde, bordering on red in an updo style, with longer bangs that could
be brushed into place to frame the face. I had bought it a long time
ago, but the time never seemed to be right until now.
It was hard to believe that the elegant and sophisticated young woman
looking back from the mirror was really me. I felt a pang of regret that
I had never made the effort to dress up like this before as it made me
feel so good and think that maybe I actually could do it more. Smiling
at myself I knew that the truth was that if I had never met Paul then I
would never have had the real impetus to do this.
Thoughts of Paul brought me back into reality and the fact that somehow
it would very soon be time. My upbringing in a fairly strongly Christian
family would have told me that what I was completely wrong, and I would
be likely to burn in hell for it, but quite frankly just to see Paul
again and be in his arms would be worth the eternal damnation.
A sudden panic hit me. I was going to his home, but I didn't have a
present to take for my host. I knew that he wouldn't be upset, but
remembered a bottle of Champagne that I had bought, just in case, and
reckoned that tonight might just be the most special of special
occasions ever in my life and the perfect just in case moment.
I had just begun to daydream about how my date would go that evening -
was it really a date? Yes I think it was - when the doorbell rang. I
started to move towards the spyhole when I thought "What the heck" and
opened the door to see Paul in a dark grey suit.
The smile on his face melted my heart yet again. He stretched out his
arm, inviting me to slip mine around him and said, "Would madam care to
accompany me to dinner." I took little encouragement and said, "Too
bloody right babe," which I later regretted as it was so out of keeping
with the romance of the occasion. I suddenly remembered the bottle and
hurried to retrieve it before reinserting my arm through his and walking
the six feet across to his home.
It was the sparsely decorated home of a single man and I could recognise
the signs of where the untidiness had been swept up and hidden from the
view of a visitor, it was something that I had done many times myself.
As I handed over the bottle of Champagne he pointed to an ice bucket and
said "snap". The food did smell wonderful, but the butterflies seemed
to
have invited so many of their friends into my stomach that there was
little room for food.
I really wanted to remember this night forever, and began to look at
every detail of Paul. His hair was cut very short as required by the
military. It was dark, but I could see that a few grey hairs had started
to grow in. His eyes were a dark grey and I found it very hard not to
just spend my time staring longingly deep into them.
I could stop myself no longer, and felt that I had to kiss him again.
Reaching up, my hand grasped his wonderfully strong angled jaw and I
directed it down in the direction of my lips that longed to taste his
tongue again. His resistance was brief and very easily overcome. I did
hope that he had not spent too much time on the food as I had a feeling
that neither us would really be paying it as much attention as it
probably deserved. I really couldn't believe how horny I was feeling.
How could this be happening to a man who, up until now, had never really
loved another human being? What was happening to me that I wanted this
wonderful hunk of manhood to just lift me in his arms and carry me to
his bed before throwing me down and fucking my brains out?
I was not surprised that Paul could see things being churned over in my
mind and simply said, "A penny for your thoughts." Smiling at him I just
said, "I was just thinking how much I love you and how I don't think
that I could ever cope with us being apart." His strong arms engulfed me
and I just wanted them to stay there for the rest of my life, it just
seemed like the most secure place that I could ever be in.
Much to my frustration Paul released his hold on me, but only to lead me
by the hand to his sofa where we sat down. I rested my head on his
shoulder and snuggled up against him.
Suddenly the look on Paul's face became much more serious and he said,
"Anne, I need to tell you something." My heart chilled as I thought he
was about to tell me that in his position in the Army he could never see
me again. The pain must have been etched on my face for he pulled me
close.
He then explained that with the army contracting he had successfully
applied for redundancy and would be leaving in three months' time. I was
a little shocked, but his news did not end there. Paul had been head
hunted by an IT company who were impressed by his project management
skills and he had already accepted a job with them in Brighton. I was
stunned. I had found the love of my life and now he was telling me that
he would hundreds of miles away.
That was when he said, "Anne, this couldn't be better for both of us."
He obviously saw my less than enthusiastic reaction to his news. As he
continued I realised how much he had been thinking about us and our
future. He told me that he had already put down a deposit on a small
house in Brighton and that he wanted me to come too. When I looked at
him stunned he said that he would be happy if I came as Kenny, much
happier if I wanted to just be Anne, so over the moon if I would agree
to become his wife.
The look on my face must have been priceless, but Paul was only really
concerned with what my answer would be. It was the biggest, most
amazing, decision of my life and yet it was also the easiest one that I
had ever had to make. Throwing my arms around Paul's neck I just kissed
him over and over again. When I finally stopped he said "So what's your
answer then". I punched his arm and said, "It's yes, you silly sod. Now
how about you show me your bedroom?"
Paul swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bed where I was to
show him how totally committed to loving him that I was. There had been
so many wonderful new experiences that day, but none as wonderful as
when we showed our love for each other. I had been right about the food
as it was never going to be the highlight of our evening.
Although he had only met that day I had not one doubt that I had made
the right decision. Over the coming weeks, as our move to Brighton
neared, I had packed up my flat and made the arrangements to put it on
the market. Paul and I spent a lot of time discussing our future
together. I was torn between taking the steps to become a woman
completely, or just living as Mrs Anne Hunter. Paul put no pressure on
me and said that he was happy whatever I did. That had only made me love
him more, but didn't really help me to decide.
In the end I visited my doctor shortly before I left to take the first
step to becoming a woman. It is amazing just how normal sex-changes have
become. I was actually the third that my GP had seen and she was very
happy to help me to get in touch with people in Brighton who would be
able to help me. So it was that, when we arrived in Brighton I was
already dressing and acting like a woman and had just began taking
hormones that would help to change my body.
As it turned out Paul and I were happy as we were and decided that,
apart from a few minor operations on my voice, nose and some small
implants on my chest, we were happy to carry on as we were.
Life was good and it was far from the end for Paul and Anne.
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