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Max to Maxie
Chapter 3 - Here Comes the Bride
Today we all had a mani and pedi, an hour massage, a body wrap and scrub
and an avocado mask with cucumbers over our eyes. By the time we were
finished, it was time for a light, late lunch and shopping for the
wedding.
I didn't really realize how much there was to putting on a wedding. Even
though Jacquie was having almost everything done by the wedding planner,
she still wanted to check out the table clothes, dinner and silverware,
the flowers, the caterers and the wedding cake. By the time we were
finished, none of us wanted to do anything other than go home and relax.
The next few days were just as hectic. It was broken up by visiting some
of Sandi's friends. In fact the week before the wedding day, I was a
wreck. I was feeling some of the side effects of the hormones. I was
moody, at times, and actually got bitchy with Sandi and Jacquie. One
night we were watching An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant and Deborah
Kerr and I spent a good part of the movie crying like a baby. Luckily,
Sandi and Jacquie knew it was the hormones and that I was starting
puberty again so they were tolerant, to a point, with me.
But each day was actually becoming less stressful. Mom, Dad and Susan
flew in a day early so we had some time to spend together. By the time
Saturday came around, I was feeling quite a bit less stressed. Saturday
morning Jacquie, Mom, Susan and I all had appointments to get our hair,
nails and makeup done. Of course, I had the most elaborate hair style
with my hair pulled back with spiral curls in the back. Everyone else
just had a fancied-up version of their current hair styles.
Not to break tradition, of not seeing the bride before the wedding,
Sandi wasn't with us. She had spent the night with her friend, and "Best
Man", Jenna and they had a "Bachelor" party. I wasn't going to see her
until I was walking down the aisle.
I asked Dad if he would walk me down the aisle, and he said that he
would be proud to. Until recently I could have cared less for the man.
But, now I understood why he did what he did. He was trying very hard to
become, if though it was late, part of my life. Having him give me away,
I felt would go a long way to "normalizing" our relationship. I had
stopped thinking of myself as a guy a long time ago and it is the dream
of every girl to have her Father walk her down the aisle and give her
away. Besides, Mom was going to be my Maid of Honor.
When we finally got back to Jacquie's, a few people had already started
to show up. We snuck in the side door so no one would see us. I went
right to the bedroom to start getting dressed. Mom and Jacquie were
helping me.
I completely undressed. Mom looked at me and smiled saying that I was
actually starting to look like a girl. She commented that she thought
she saw the start of breasts starting to grow. They had started feeling
a bit tender and itchy but, I hadn't noticed any growth yet. But, she
insisted that I had started to change, which made me feel good.
The first step was put on a pair of white satin thong panties. Then the
bustier which pulled me in all of the right places. Next I put on my
nylons and attached them to the bustier's garters and a satin garter
which I slid up my leg to my thigh. Then I was helped with the gown slip
and finally my dress. Once I put on my 3" heels, the hem of the dress
was just 1" off the floor. I looked into the mirror and I felt like a
princess. We still had about 20 minutes before the ceremony. I thought I
should have been nervous but, I wasn't. This all felt so right for me
and I knew this was my destiny and I loved every minute of it. I took a
peek out of the window and saw all of the people there. Some I knew but
many, from Sandi's side, I didn't. On my side, there were some Aunts,
Uncles and cousins that came. There were also several old friends. I
started wondering, "Do they know about the new me?" But, I didn't care.
There was Sandi greeting our guests. She was wearing the pink tux with
5" heels, so she would be taller than me. Her hair was cascading all in
soft sausage curls. She looked beautiful and very feminine, just
different than me.
Before I knew it, there was a knock on the door. It was Dad saying that
it was time. I got all chocked up thinking about what was about to
happen. I ran over and hugged him saying, "Thank you Daddy". The music
started and he took my arm and we started walking out of the house.
Everyone rose, looking back at us. I didn't see any surprised faces. In
fact I saw nothing but happy faces wishing me well. This was the first
time in my life I was the center of attention and I liked it. I looked
down the aisle and there was Sandi standing with Jenna acting as her
"Best Man". Jenna was wearing a powder blue tux.
Our wedding went off without a hitch thanks to Jacquie's forethought of
using the best wedding planner that was available. Cost wasn't
controlling factor. We had almost 275 people attend, most were friends
and family of Sandi's but, almost 100 were my friends and family. In
many ways it was a very traditional, and not so traditional, wedding and
reception. Dad walked me down the aisle. Sandi and I exchanged identical
wedding bands, which was meant to symbolize that I was not longer her
submissive but on my way to becoming her equal. At the end of the
ceremony, the Minister introduced us as Ms. and Ms. Sandi Holmes. I was
never happier than to hear that.
I danced with Dad for the Father/ Daughter dance and Sandi danced with
Jacquie for the Mother/Groom dance. I threw my bouquet to the single men
and Sandi threw my garter to the single women. Jenna gave the
traditional "Best Man" speech and toast and Mom gave her Maid of Honor
speech and toast.
At the reception, everybody came up and congratulated us. I had several
friends and family come up to me and say that I looked beautiful and
always knew I should have been a girl. Everyone was so positive and I
had never been happier.
Thinking back to the day I first met Sandi, I would have never guessed
that in a little less than a year we would be married and I was well on
my way to becoming a woman. I was hard for me to even imagine ever going
back to being just plain Max. I love being Maxie and, for the most part,
I have Sandi to thank for that, which I have many times.
The reception was going to 11:00 but, we "snuck" out around 9:00. Jenna,
and her friends, had tied cans to the back of Sandi's car and painted
Sandi and Maxie Forever on the car's trunk. The plan was we were going
to spend the night and the local Ritz-Carlton, have breakfast in the
morning with Jacquie, Mom, Dad and Susan. Then catch a 1:00 flight back
to Seattle and leave the following morning for Paris.
When we got to the Hotel, everyone was very nice to us and congratulated
us on our wedding. We checked in and went to our suite. A few minutes
later our luggage arrived. I got out a special sexy white satin gown
which I was going to wear tonight for Sandi. She unzipped my dress and I
stepped out of it and my slip. Standing there in just my bustier and
nylons, I never felt sexier. Sandi pulled me into her and gave me a deep
passionate kiss. All the while, she undid the closures for my bustier,
slapped me on my rear and told me to get ready for bed.
I went into the bathroom and finished getting undressed. I let down my
hair, put on my satin night gown and put some KY jelly inside me. Just
before going back to the bedroom, I put on just a hint of perfume. Sandi
was lying on the bed, waiting for me. She sat up and motioned for me to
come to her, which I willing did. She pulled me into her and we
passionately kissed. It was then that I noticed that she was wearing her
strap on.
I started to lie down on my back when she told me, not tonight. She
said, "You are on top tonight". She caught me off guard because I had
never been anything but the bottom for her. But, she said, "If we are
going to be equals, you need to take the lead and start sharing who is
the top".
With that, she laid back and I straddled her. She pulled me up to her
face and she started to suck my little, and not hard, penis while she
started to massage my prostrate. With my training, hormones and anti-
androgens that I had been taking, I couldn't get hard anymore. It was
sensitive and I could feel an orgasm immediately start building inside
me. With her sucking me and massaging my prostrate, I had an intensity
build inside me that I hadn't felt before. But, before I could come she
pushed me back and up, raising my hips until I was over her "cock". I
lowered myself down on her. As soon as her "cock" entered me I
immediately ground my hips so that it was rubbing my prostrate. But this
time, she let me have one of the most intense orgasms that I had ever
had. I moved my hips up and down. She started to match my moves with her
hip thrusts and soon, I felt another one building.
Sandi sensed that too because she pulled me down to where she could suck
on my little nipples. This was the first time she sucked me and I wasn't
prepared for the intense feelings it sent through my body. Soon I was
cumming again and after the 3rd time, I just rolled over exhausted but
completely content.
Sandi took me into her arms and I said, "I love you". She smiled, took
off her "cock" and had me put it on. She had me roll over on my back,
and she sat on my face. My tongue instinctively knew what to do and soon
she was cumming. She slid back and lowered herself on my "cock". She
started moving up and down and I moved and thrust my hips like she did
for me. Once, twice, three times she came and then rolled over both
contented and exhausted. I became the small spoon and she became the
large spoon and soon we were fast asleep.
We both woke up refreshed but a bit stiff. We showered together and got
ready for the day. We met everyone at 9:00 for breakfast, said our
goodbyes and were off to the airport.
We took the direct flight to Paris and spent 4 days there. We then took
the train to Italy and spent the rest of our trip there. We saw, and
stayed at, all of the main cities, Rome, Florence, Venice, etc. We also
spent time in the smaller areas of Cinque Terre and Sorrento. It was
interesting to see how turned on the Italian men got seeing 2 "lesbians"
together.
They say that all good things must end and almost 4 weeks after we
arrived, we were on the plane heading back to Seattle. The flight was
uneventful. They ended up over booking the flight and when they heard we
were on our honeymoon, we got bumped up to 1st class. Talk about a
perfect end for a perfect trip.
We got back with a couple of days to shake off our jet lag before we had
to start work. Monday morning we showed up for work. No one was happier
to see us than Denise. When she married into the family, the decision
was made to open the Seattle office and for her to run it. Her husband
Pat, of course, had the job of staying home and taking care of the home,
like all of the other males in the family.
While Denise is a tremendous designer, she is also a terrible manager.
She knew it a week after the office opened, that was 3 years ago. If she
had been anyone other than family and if she wasn't such a talented
designer, she would have been fired a longtime ago.
Sandi, on the other hand, had been going into work with Jacquie, since
she was 10. She loved the industry and while she couldn't design a table
cloth, she understood every aspect of the business. She was being
groomed to take over the whole Company one day.
So when it became apparent that Denise wasn't up to the job as manager,
they just asked her to do her best until Sandi finished school. That
meant that Jacquie had to make a couple trips a month to Seattle. Now
that Sandi was there, Denise could focus on her true love designing the
next season's fashion.
Sandi was a take charge person. It was a little rough the first couple
of weeks but she soon had the Company running like a clock. Even the
employees that were originally griping about the changes that she made,
were happy with the results.
I started as their graphic designer. It was my job to take the drawings,
which the designers came up with, reproduce them in patterns that could
be used to cut the material. I had an idea of what they wanted but, I
was having a hard time translating it into working patterns. It was
decided that what I needed with to take a couple of local classes in
fashion design, which I did.
The other employees knew that Sandi and I were together but, they were
only told that we were 2 lesbians that got legally married. Not only did
everyone accept me, the girls there threw me a post wedding Bachelorette
party. They threw the party for me, partly because it was an excuse to
have a party, but mainly because I always wore a dress or skirt to work
and Sandi always wore pants. She also got her hair cut short, like
Ellen's. So it was assumed, by everyone, that I was the girl in the
relationship and that Sandi was the boi.
After Maui, Sandi started building me back up and now I was almost her
equal. I did work for her so she was my boss. But, all of the training
she put into me just went to make me into a completely different, and
better, person. Though we are close to being equal, I would still do
anything that she wanted me to. I was more concerned about her pleasure
and happiness than mine.
Work did us both good. I was slowly, but surely, grasping my job and I
found the fashion design classes to be very interesting. As final
projects, everyone in the classes had to design a piece of clothing. You
had to go from concept to construction. If a student couldn't sew, then
they could have someone else sew it but, they had to show proof of every
step of the process. I had no idea of how to sew so I talked one of the
seamstresses to sew it for me. Sewing 101 is on my list of classes for
the next semester.
I got A's on both of my assignments. In fact, unknown to me, the
Instructor took one of my designs, of a spring dress, to Denise. He
never mentioned who did the work and Denise loved it. The decision was
made to include it into our Spring collection. Sandi was so proud of and
happy for me.
The whole year went by fast. Between school and working in an almost all
female environment, I had completely forgotten that Max ever existed.
Sandi was busy with work too. She managed, in a relatively short period
of time, to completely turn the Company around.
Denise, as head designer, was able to do what she loved to do the best,
design clothes. In fact, the Spring and Summer collection were the best
that the Company had ever produced and won several awards. It was
decided that he whole design effort would be transferred to Seattle.
Even though we were both busy, Sandi and I still made time for each
other. She resumed the aggressor role in the bedroom, which was ok by
me. But everywhere else, except work, we were equals.
By the time June came around, Sandi reminded me of our premarital
contract. I told her that I couldn?t wait to be castrated. But, she had
another idea. Instead of just being castrated, why not just go for a
partial sex change operation. She said just a partial because, while I
have made great progress, I still have a ways to go before she would
accept me as a woman.
I told her that I would do anything that she wanted me too. Dr. Rosen
had already given me a letter, with 3 signatures, authorizing me to have
sexual reassignment surgery. So it was just of matter of when and where.
The Company decided to follow the European lead and take the entire
month of August off with full pay. That is between fashion collections
the time could be used for cleaning and any updates or remodeling that
needed to be done.
So Sandi made the arraignments with Dr. Jennifer Madison. Dr. Madison
was a respected plastic surgeon and came highly recommended. Sandi told
the Dr. what she wanted for me. We were scheduled for a consultation on
July 15 and surgery on August 1.
Over the past year, I have developed very much of a female body. I
finished my laser/electrolysis treatments, not that I had very much body
and facial hair. I developed a small B cup, and was still growing. My
waist came in, my butt and hips got broader. Not that I was wearing
pants these days, but the ones I had a year ago wouldn?t fit me any
longer. I can?t remember, the last time, when any one called me anything
other than ma'me or miss.
July 15 we were at Dr. Madison?s offices. Dr. Madison is probably in her
mid 40?s and has been doing plastic surgery for 15 years. In the last 5
years, she has concentrated on helping Seattle?s transgender community.
During that time, she helped to develop a couple of new techniques, for
sexual reassignment surgery, that helps bring about better satisfaction
and a shorter healing time. Sandi had done lots of research and could
find nothing negative about Dr. Madison.
Sitting down and talking with her helped to put both of us at ease. She
explained the procedures that she would do to achieve what we were
looking for and gave us a stack of reading material. We both agreed and
signed the papers. While I was there, they drew blood to make sure that
everything was alright.
The evening of July 31 we were checking into Dr. Madison?s clinic.
Everyone there was very kind and professional. It was the type of
atmosphere that immediately put you at ease. I went into my room, put on
the hospital gown; the nurses came in prodded and poked me taking more
blood. Soon Dr. Madison came in asking if I was being treated well. I
said yes. Then she went over the procedures and asked if we had any
questions, which we said no. We were so well briefed during our first
visit that we couldn?t think of anything to ask. With that, Dr. Madison
said that she would see early tomorrow morning.
As I lay on the gurney, with my wife Sandi sitting next to me, Dr.
Madison came in. ?Good morning Maxie, good morning Sandi?, as he was
shaking our hands. ?Maxie, I know we already went over what we are going
to do today but, I want to make sure that you understand what is going
to happen. I?ll be doing 3 procedures on you today. Up to now, the
changes that have been made are reversible. But, after today they will
be irreversible. As I told you, I am going to do your orchiectomy a
little bit different.
I am going to make a slit in your scrotum and remove your testicles,
remember once they are gone, they are gone forever. Then I am going to
relocate your urethra so that it is aimed down to pee, which means that
from now on, you have to sit down to pee. I am going to use part of the
head of your penis to make a new clitoris, remove you penis and use the
skin from your scrotum to create the lips of your labia.
We usually don?t do this because if you decide to go for a complete SRS,
we won?t be able to use your penis skin for your neo vagina. But in your
case, Sandi and you decided that you will want a deeper vagina than what
we can create with your small penis. In your case we would use a section
of your colon. While this is a more complicated surgery, it has the
benefit that you will be able to self-lubricate making sex easier and
more enjoyable.
With this procedure, we are doing today; you will look everyway like a
natural woman, except you won?t have a vagina. You will have to sit down
to urinate from now on. Even wearing the skimpiest swim suit, no one
will be able to tell that you aren?t a natural woman. Do you have any
questions??
We both said no.
?Second we are going to give you a breast augmentation. I will be
inserting a C cup saline implant. In the future, if your natural breast
growth progresses, I can gradually remove some of the saline until your
breast growth stops. At that time, I will remove what is left of the
implant. Do you have any questions??
Again, we both said no.
?Third, is a feminization laryngoplasty which is a procedure to make
your voice box smaller and vocal cords shorter to raise your comfortable
speaking pitch. I have had very good success with this procedure. After
the surgery, you can?t speak, at all, for 2 weeks.
The risks for all of these procedures and small, there is always the
chance of infection. Do you understand??
Again we said that we did. Dr. Madison had already gone over all of this
before.
?Great, the nurse will have some more papers for you to sign and then
start your IV. So if there are no questions, I will see you in the
Operating Room?.
With that he left and the nurse came in, had me sign the forms, gave me
a valium to help me relax and started my IV. With-in a few minutes I was
higher than a kite. Sandi was holding my hand the whole time, reassuring
me that this is all for the best.
I am not sure how much time went by. Sandi gave me a kiss saying, ?See
you in the recovery room?. They wheeled me into the operating room. Dr.
Madison was there giving me a warm reassuring smile. The
anesthesiologist added some drugs to my IV saying, ?Count back from 10?.
?10?this is my last chance to stop all of this. Am I really going
through this? 9?this is my last chance to stay a man. But, do I want to?
8?but Sandi says it is best for me besides I won?t ever be putting it
inside her again. 7?If Sandi says that this is the best for me, then, it
must be. 6?How did I get into this? ?
Before I knew it, I was waking up with Sandi and Mom standing there next
to me. I felt very groggy and went back to sleep. Sometime later I start
waking up for good. I am not sure what kind of pain meds they had me on
but, I was feeling no pain. Sandi reminded me that I couldn?t speak for
2 week and gave me a pad and pen to write on.
I stayed in the clinic for 2 days and I was doing well enough that Dr.
Madison let me go home and said that a nurse would be coming to check on
me daily. A week later, the nurse removed my bandages and my catheter. I
was able to get my first look at the new me. Everything looked as it
should be. I was still swollen but from what I could see I was very
happy. The nurse had me sit down to pee and the stream went exactly
where it was supposed to.
I now had a pair of perfectly shaped C cup breasts and Sandi gave me my
first new bra. All of my others won?t fit any longer. Victoria here we
come!
After the 2nd week, I was finally allowed to speak. We went into Dr.
Madison?s for a follow up. She put me into the stirrups and looked
saying that everything looked great. Checked my breasts and again was
happy with what she saw. She had me read a short piece to hear my new
voice. My throat still felt sore, which was normal, and she told me not
to overdo it at first and just give it time to heal. But, all-in-all,
she was very happy with the results that I got. She asked me how I felt
now, and I said that I couldn?t be happier.
September 1 we were back at work. All of the girls there were talking
about what they did on their month off. I just said that we hung around
the house, which was basically true. More than one came up to me saying
that somehow, I looked different.
Finally, Janice came up to me and said, ?You got a boob job.? What could
I do but confess. I said that Sandi wanted me to have the same size
boobs as she had. She said that her husband wanted her to get a boob a
couple of years ago and she went from an A to a C and has never
regretted it at all.
It didn?t take long before everyone knew. I found out that almost half
of the women there had had boob jobs and they welcomed me into their
?club?.
My voice seemed a bit strange. I had the same voice that I had been
using before but, I no longer had to work at it. I just talked without
thinking and it came out as my Maxie voice. No one picked up on the fact
that my voice had changed, for the better. One day just for fun, I tried
my old Max voice and I couldn?t get it to come out right.
The 2nd year went by faster than the first did. While I was very happy
with the outcome of my surgeries, I felt incomplete. The one thing that
I was missing was a vagina. Sandi repeatedly just told me someday when
the time is right.
Work was going very well by the end of the 2nd year. Sandi was so
successful at turning the Company around that everyone was given a
$2,000 bonus at the end of the year and we were going to again take the
month of August off, with pay. I was doing so well with work and my
fashion classes that I was brought into the design team.
With my surgery, I was able to stop taking the estradiol gel, propecia,
spironolactone, spironolactone and progestin. He reduced my Estradiol
from 4 mg daily to 2mg daily. My ?natural? breast growth continued to
develop. Finally 2 years after starting hormones, I was able to have my
implants removed because I had developed my C cup.
One April Saturday, Sandi and I were taking a drive to catch the ferry
to Victoria Island to see the Butchart Gardens. Sandi noticed that I was
in a bit of a funk. Already guessing what the problem might be, she
asked me what was wrong.
?Sandi, 3 years ago I couldn?t have imagined how my life would change,
for that I owe a big debt of gratitude.?
Sandi sat quietly, she has heard this before.
?I love my new life, I love you and I love my job. But, I didn?t think
this would be such a big deal. I really don?t feel complete. I know we
have talked about this before but, I need to have another surgery so I
can have my vagina. I may never use it but, I need it to feel complete.
Besides, you have told me numerous times that I could never be your
equal without a vagina?.
?You know Maxie, I think it is almost time?, Maxie?s heart skipped a
beat. ?Do you know why you didn?t get the full surgery last year??
?Because you said that I couldn?t appreciate what it would be like to be
a ?real? woman?.
?Yes that is right. Do you remember how I defined what a ?real? woman
was??
Maxie though for a few seconds, ?When a women is able to have complete
control over a man and get him to do what she wants him to do, even if
he doesn?t want to do it?.
?That is correct!? Maxie smiled. ?I make an agreement with you. If you
can demonstrate, to me, that you are able find and control a man, make
him do things that he normally wouldn?t do, make him your submissive.
Then if you can prove to me that you do that you will get your surgery.?
Maxie thought about this for a long time. On one hand she would be
getting what she has always wanted, at least for the last 2 years. On
the other hand, to do what Sandi is suggesting would require him to
cheat on her, and to have to actually have sex with a man.
?The one thing that you taught me was to really be able to control a
man, you need to use sex. I am not sure I want to have sex with a man
and if I did, that I would be cheating on you.?
?Well there are worse things in this world than having sex with a man,
who knows you may even like it. And, it isn?t cheating because I am
giving you permission, just don?t bring anything nasty home with you.
Well??
To be continued?..
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