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I can't put my finger on the exact time it happened. It may have been
after the surgeries. It may have been after we took that trip to Paris.
It may have even been after I first took him in my mouth.... I just don't
know. But some time ago... I started thinking of myself as a woman. And
I started to enjoy this new feminine life. I guess I should start at the
beginning.
Years and years ago Calvin and i were buddies. We went to the same
highschool, attended the same college, graduated with the same degrees and
went to work for the same company. I don't even know how we became
friends as we couldn't be more different. Calvin was always looking at
the brighter side of life. Nothing could seem to bring him down, and he
always saw the glass as half full. On the other hand, I always focused on
the cloud inside the silver lining. Nothing ever really brought me joy,
and I didn't only see the glass as half empty, I saw that it was about to
break and make a mess.
I guess Calvin got his idea when his computer broke down. He had a major
proposal to write so I let him use mine. Evidently he looked through my
internet history and saw that I visited those places. Websites and blogs
and Facebook pages and twitter accounts all full of the same fantasy. Of
men getting changed into women. Like my mood, my fantasies tended to be
dark. Men were kidnapped and forcibly changed. They were coerced and
kidnapped and blackmailed and humiliated. They cried out for help and
fought against this forced transformation. None of these stories ended
happily ever after... they generally ended on some cliffhanger that left
me shivering.
Calvin took the best of the caps and stories and didn't read them for
enjoyment. No... he edited them together into a blueprint. A plan that
would obliterate Jeremy and leave only Jennifer in his place. In his mind
this just had to happen and it didn't matter how much I begged and
pleaded. He was meticulous and relentless in his goal. Like most of my
favorite stories it started as blackmail. He replaced my computer with a
new one and told me that if I didn't do everything he said, that he would
turn the computer over to HR and have me fired for using a company
computer for personal use. We both knew that not only would I be fired,
but that I'd be humiliated beyond belief so at first I went along.
That first night was so hard. I had always been so excited and aroused as
I read about the poor guy in the story being forced to shave away all of
his body hair, but I was terribly embarrassed to do it to myself for real.
The thought of pulling up a lacy thong up my newly smooth thighs was
normally enough to send me to heaven, but doing it the first time in
reality instead of fantasy scared me so much that I was shaking like a
leaf in the wind. The same could be said of everything I did that
night... putting on the padded bra, putting on lipstick, putting on the
wig, slipping the stockings up my legs and attaching the garter belt, and
finally putting on that dress.
When I stepped out into the living room, I honestly thought that Calvin
would make fun of me. I still hoped it was all a joke or something. But
it turned out that for that night, I was Calvin's little fashion model.
He snapped picture after picture of me. Me sitting down with my legs
crossed. Me standing with a hand on my hip and a smile on my painted
face. He had me take off the wig so that he could get pictures of me
putting it on, and he had me slip my stockings off so that he could
document me slipping them up my bare thighs. Nothing was particularly
erotic or arousing about what he had me do... just overtly feminine. That
should have been my clue. When I woke up the next day I saw the slideshow
on our big television. Photos of me dressed up interspersed with photos
of me getting ready. He even had screen shots from my computer showing
the comments I had posted to the blogs.
It seems that I had fallen into the same trap that the heroines of my
favorite stories had... I may have been able to talk my way out of the
evidence before. Tell HR that I had no idea how that stuff got on my
computer. But now Calvin had real evidence. Evidence that put me into
the palm of his hand. He tried to get me to do more things that day, but
I locked myself in my room and just cried instead. When I finally came
out with my throat raw and my eyes all puffy Calvin sat me down and told
me what he was going to do. That he was going to erase every bit of
'Jeremy' inside of me and replace it with 'Jennifer'. He said that he
was doing it for my own good... that having these unrealized fantasies
were what was making me so sullen and sad all the time. That the only way
I would truly know happiness was if I submitted to it and accepted that I
was a beautiful woman.
I thought for sure that Calvin would demand me to give him a blow job, or
let him fuck me... but that didn't happen for a long time. The first few
months was spent with me just hanging around the house and practicing
being a girl. I had to practice not only how I spoke, but what I said.
Not only how I walked, but how I moved my entire body. Not only how I
applied makeup, but how I smiled. He had set up video cameras to watch
me while he was at work, and would even call if I made a mistake. When he
got home I would have to cook his dinner and then demonstrate the progress
I had made. And if he ever thought that I wasn't putting enough effort
into it, I was forcibly draped over his knees and spanked until I was
bawling like a baby.
After two months of that I was finding it difficult to NOT act that way.
Even when Calvin allowed me a break, I had to spend it reading trashy
romance novels or watching soap operas. Anything that could help remind
myself that I was a man was removed from our apartment. My closet was
full of dresses, skirts, blouses and tight sweaters. My dresser was full
of panties, bras, chemises, and teddies. I had only heeled shoes to wear
and the shortest of those was three inches. My irish spring had been
replaced by a flowery body wash and a bar of dove soap. My hair gel was
replaced with all kinds of hair products.
When Calvin thought it was appropriate he took me to the surgeon. He
reminded me that while he could no longer blackmail me against work... I
had been fired long ago... that he could still share all of this with my
friends and family. So I had to sit and smile as the surgeon told me
about what he was going to do. Telling me about the D cup breast implants
that I would be getting. About raising up and enhancing my cheek bones.
About giving me a face lift and collagen injections in my lips. About
removing my lower ribs and pulling in my waist. About adding the removed
belly fat to the implants in my butt and hips. About shortening my
Achilles tendon, ensuring that I'd need heels for the rest of my life.
I had suspected that Calvin would begin me on surgery. He had made me
diet and lose weight, and had even made me start hormone therapy and daily
Pilates workouts... but I knew that all of that was reversible. I had
hoped that when he did the first surgery that I could find a sympathetic
nurse and make an escape... but with all this being done at once I
wouldn't ever be able to go back to normal. I'd be stuck in a bed for
months recovering from all that was done to me.
So with the last bit of my resistance washed away like so much debris, I
consented and even signed the forms. It was the very first time I signed
anything as Jennifer Mask. That's right... I don't know how he did it,
but Calvin not only got me a new legal name, but had us married. I was
his bride. The recovery was long and excruciating, but even here I was
assaulted over and over. It wasn't cruel or even on purpose... but
having every single person refer to me as miss or Jennifer further beat
down any masculine thoughts I had. I think Calvin knew what effect it
would have... I think that's why he made sure that I would be in the
hospital for so long.
The only truly difficult time I had in the hospital was the first time I
got a bath from one of the nurses. I was so afraid that she'd laugh or
giggle when she saw the only male thing I had left between my legs... but
as I felt the warm washcloth move smoothly from thigh to thigh I started
to cry. It seems that making me look like a woman in every way wasn't
enough... Calvin had taken away my penis and testicles. I had nothing but
a smooth bare pussy between my legs now.
When I left the hospital I was far from beautiful. The surgeon assured us
that the swelling and bruising would go down over time and that before I
knew it I would be pretty and sexy. Recovering at home with Calvin was no
easier... his tact had changed from forcing me to do thing to doting on my
every need. He fed me, bathed me, rubbed the creams into my breasts and
scars, and even held me close when I cried.
Maybe it was there... when I was completely helpless and he treated me not
as an experiment or prisoner but as his bride. As the love of his life.
Maybe that's when I first started thinking of myself as a woman. I still
didn't love him back... no that took quite a bit more time... but I
stopped fighting.
Our first date was on the anniversary of when Calvin first blackmailed me.
I knew I was the most alluring woman in the restaurant, but I was still
nervous. I wasn't afraid that anybody would think I'm a man in drag...
I was afraid that I looked too good. The gown that I wore must have cost
a small fortune on its own, not to mention the jeweled necklace and
earrings. The day prepping at the salon surely cost several hundred
dollars alone and was probably the least expensive thing about the
evening.
While we ate, Calvin talked to me. Not as a kidnapper talking to his
trapped animal... not as a master talking to his slave... but as a man
talking to his wife. Catching her up to what had been happening in her
year's absence. It seems that Calvin struck pay dirt twice when writing
up that proposal. Not only did he catch me, but he earned the company a
contract worth millions of dollars. While I had been prancing around our
apartment learning to forget almost everything about my former life,
Calvin had been working hard at the office. In the last year he had been
promoted to the head of the company's sales force. if things continued
to go well, he would soon be a vice president, running his own division.
After a romantic dinner and a night of dancing, Calvin escorted me to our
hotel room. I changed into something more comfortable while he poured us
some champagne. When I came into the bedroom, I looked at the only bed
and then to Calvin wondering if this was the night... the night that he
would take me and make me his woman in the only way left. But instead of
trying to romance me into bed we talked. Not as husband and wife... as
Calvin and Jeremy. He swore that the only thing he ever wanted was for me
to be happy. That he generally thought that becoming the woman of my
dreams would give me that happiness.
He told me that he was frustrated that I wasn't happy, and that he felt
that the only thing standing between me and true happiness was him. He
even said that he still believed that and that I was free to go and do
whatever I wanted. If I wanted to leave him, he would consider it a
divorce and give me not only half of his assets, but an alimony payment.
If I wanted to turn him into the authorities and put him into prison for
the rest of his life, that he wouldn't stop me. That he would admit to
everything he had done. But above all else, he wanted me to be happy.
I had cried many times since that fateful night. I had shed tears of
anger, frustration, embarrassment, sadness, humiliation, and desperation.
But that was the first time that I had cried from relief. I saw no
hesitation in Calvin's eyes and knew that he was telling the truth... that
I was free. It made me realize that what was holding me back wasn't that
I wanted to be a man again... I just didn't want to be forced. That I
wanted the method of expressing my femininity to be my choice. And now it
was. As much as I still resented him for forcing me into this... I
couldn't deny that I loved my body. I enjoyed how people looked at me,
but more than that I loved how I felt inside. Like a woman.
After crying alone and silently for nearly an hour, I wiped my face clean
and moved to sit in Calvin's lap. He had made me do this so often that
it felt natural to wrap my arms around his neck. For the first time ever,
I barred my soul to him. I admitted that I didn't know what I wanted, but
so long as I was always free to go, that I would stay with him. Calvin
joined me in shedding tears as he hugged me tight.
Our transformation wasn't finished... but it had truly turned a corner
that night. We slept in a bed together, but there was no sex. Now that I
didn't have to fear him forcing sex on me, I was willing to sleep in his
arms. And like the gentleman he is, Calvin respected my wishes. After
that night the world was my oyster. Anything I wanted, I got. Calvin
demanded nothing in return and I could finally see that he was telling the
truth... that he was seeking only my happiness.
It didn't come all at once, and it wasn't always a smooth ride getting
there, but my happiness did eventually come. By the time we took our trip
to Paris, I not only accepted Calvin into my life, I accepted him as my
husband. Even though we had legally been married for almost two years, I
had Calvin set up a wedding ceremony. He was confused at first but
readily agreed when I said that I wanted to wear a white gown and state
publically that I loved him.
I almost hate to admit it, but we didn't have sex that night. I wanted
to, but the old fears reared their head... there was still a part of me
that yearend to be a man again. If I did that final act I would never be
able to think of myself as anything other than a woman. I could see the
disappointment in Calvin's eyes and I did something just to make him
happy... that night I might not have been a full woman, but I did give my
first blowjob. And you know what... I loved it.
From that day on we were man and wife. I still begged off that final
step, but I worked hard to keep my man happy. I got to know Calvin's cock
more intimately than I had ever known mine. I knew what areas would make
him come almost immediately with only a small flick of my tongue, just as
I knew where I could tease him for hours on end. The taste and texture
of his manhood were constantly with me, just as the flavor and consistency
of his cum was. Morning, afternoon or evening I was always ready to take
him into my mouth. I would do it in our bedroom and our living room. I
would do it in the car and in the theater. I even snuck into his office
so that I could give my loving man a blowjob from under his desk. I can't
say that fellating him was as pleasurable for me as it was for my
husband... but it's awfully close.
Eventually I started to question myself. Why couldn't I take that last
step. There was no part of me left that wanted to return to that life.
Not just because of my femininity.. but because it would mean losing
Calvin's love. So last week I booked this trip. Even though we were
married in the city of lights I never considered it a honeymoon, so I made
this trip to be just that. Our honey moon in Aruba. I made sure we
stayed at the most palatial resort and that our every want, need, and
desire were taken care of. And here on the private terrace, under the
crystal blue sky with the waves crashing onto the beach below I finally
did it. I not only made long sweet love to my husband... I found true
happiness.
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