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It makes no sense at all. I had been sitting with Helen in Gino's
having dinner and our usual husband wife conversation when it happened.
It couldn't have lasted for more than a second or two when my wife says
"Jim you look awful pale. Are you O.K., honey?" I excused myself, told
her I desperately needed to use the restroom and made a dash in that
direction.
Luckily, there was no one in there. In a flash I was on the john inside
a closed stall staring between my legs where my trousers had collapsed
on top of my loafers. The black silk panties partially obscured the
ornate tops of my nylons and the garters from my black corset. Serves
me right, I never want to wear these things in the first place but Helen
gets so turned on when I wear them I can't resist her. They momentarily
distract me from the vision I had a few minutes before.
It is an out of body experience. So real, so vivid!! One moment I am
looking at Helen telling me how turned on she is by me wearing her
lingerie. An instant later, no it is quicker than an instant; there is
this complete stranger saying "to Grace, the most beautiful woman in the
world who has agreed to marry me. Grace," He is starting to raise a
fluted glass of what appears to be, Champaign. And then I am back
looking at my lovely wife again.
It happened. It is as real as anything I have ever experienced. Who is
he? He is very handsome. He has dirty blond hair, blue eyes, white
white teeth, no facial hair, in is his late twenties.
Who was I? Who is he talking to? I recall a long slender hand with
incredibly beautiful long deep burgundy nails. Her arm is bare except
for a gold diamond watch. An enormous solitaire is on her ring finger.
Is the diamond pear shaped?
Did I recognize any of his surroundings? No, it was a large formal
dining room but I am sure I have never seen it before. The bread plate
in front of my hand had the letter "H" in script.
Do I tell Helen about this? Yes, she may think I am crazy but the girl
may have taken my place and said something. Ohm gosh, Helen will think
I have had a heart attack!! Quickly as I can, I rearrange my
undergarments and am soon in front of my wife with no outward appearance
of my feminine garments.
"Jim what was that all about? You scared me. Are you O.K.? I was
beginning to wonder if I was going to have to come up with a story of
why you are wearing women's underwear to the hospital staff. "
I give Helen the details of my experience. The only additional
information that I can think of is a rather unusual clock on the wall
behind the gentleman; terribly ornate, silver, blue face. It also said
about seven o'clock, the same time that I had been talking to Helen.
I asked Helen what she remembered after she made reference to my
lingerie. "I was teasing you, Jim, by describing the individual items
while showing you a great deal of bosom. You said nothing."
The episode haunted me for weeks after. But I could not recall any
additional details that occurred in that brief moment. Neither could I
come up with any explanation of what caused it.
Over the next several weeks Helen and I have dinner in several up-scale
restaurants in town seeing if I recognize the decor. None have a clock
that matches that in my memory. Slowly the incident fades in my mind.
But my cross-dressing continues to progress. When Helen first suggests
I wear her lingerie I am outraged and will only wear them to bed. Over
time I agree to wear them when we go out and my outrage simmers to
disgust. But after the incident, wearing women's clothing really turned
me on. Helen couldn't be more delighted with this turn of events. It
isn't but a few weeks later when she starts buying items for my
wardrobe. Accessories and makeup soon follow. Helen encouraged me to
let my hair grow and shaped my eyebrows into somewhat feminine arches.
She even talked me into having my ears pierced. In the process I lost
thirty pounds. Helen started to call me Jamie. I think that our sex
life is so much more intense when I wear feminine things. But I
absolutely refuse to step out in public after these changes occur.
She once explained to me that although she is very much in love with me
it gives her great pleasure in releasing my feminine side and change me
into her sister and best girlfriend. I guess the fact that we had moved
from one coast to the other meant we have plenty of spare time and
privacy to pursue this adventure. Things move to a higher plateau when
our last remaining parent dies and we receive a sizable inheritance. I,
of course, had quit my job.
It is two months after the incident that I notice some changes. Helen
had gone to have her hair cut and I stay in the house wearing a complete
female outfit, a wig and full makeup. Helen had asked me to go with her
but out of habit I refuse. However, when she is finished with me I stay
in front of the mirror to look at myself. My eyebrows have a classic
arch to them-no sign of masculinity whatsoever. My complexion is
flawless. I am still in a daze that I let Helen pierce my ears- the
golden hoops nearly reach my shoulders. My lipstick glistens in a
perfect bow. The long auburn locks of my wig set a perfect background
for the portrait of my face. I stumble a little when I get up; it is
the first time I am wearing 4 inch heels. My brand new dress is like a
periwinkle cloud. I can hardly breath, my waist is cinched so tight,
but the dress flows over my hips revealing my thin legs in shear nylons.
I fall back into the chair.
How had this happened? What changed my resolve to appear feminine? As
I looked at my long burgundy fingernails the answer once more comes to
me. Ever since the incident I have harbored a subconscious desire to be
a woman. Could that be done in the two or three seconds I was in Graces
body? I don't know-but one thing is certain. Helen will be pleased.
There is no reason for me not to go public. No one would think of me as
anything but a young woman. With a sigh, I get up. I grab some change
and keys to put in the matching purse. My resolve dissipates when I
hear the door click shut behind me. I walk down the front stairs in
stealth expecting to be exposed at any moment. I am two blocks away
before I allow myself to think about this being the first time ever I
have done this. I reach the hair salon and loiter by our car until
Helen emerges. I call out to her and she looks up startled. Her hands
fly up to her mouth as she recognizes me and in a few moments we are
embracing each other. Neither of us knows what to say so she grabs me
by the hand and heads for the coffee shop down the street from the hair
salon.
My resolve to appear in public is complete. Helen scurries to the
restroom leaving me to fend for myself. I grab a newspaper while I wait
for Helen. As a pretty teenage waitress approaches I tell her without
hesitation and with a friendly smile "table for two and two coffees,
dear". She smiles back; and with no sign of recognition of my true
identity responds "What a pretty dress, please come this way ma'am." I
am so pleased with myself I would pat my back if I could on reach around
my boobs."
Helen returns and we sit across from one another in the booth. I tell
her about my revelations and decisions. I am now truly Jamie. She is
ecstatic about the new turn of events, seeing her husband outside the
salon as a most passable female was more than her bladder could stand.
Now, looking at me across the table sends her off to the restroom again.
Robbed of my audience I glance through the newspaper by my elbow. I
first notice the ornate silver clock with the blue face in the
background in one of their pictures. My eyes then follow down to the
man who was seated across from me. On his arm is the gorgeous woman
whose body I must have inhabited for the brief instant. The caption
reads -"John and Grace Wilson enjoying their wedding reception at the
Hilbert Country Lodge."
Helen returns and we look at the photo together over coffee. We decide
we need to talk to Grace Wilson. In all likelihood she was probably in
my body for that brief instant and would recognise Helen who was seated
across from her. But first we need to make my first public appearance
as a female more memorable. After four hours of shopping, dinner at the
restaurant this all started and a chick flick I am totally exhausted.
My feet hurt so incredibly bad it is all I can do to negotiate the
stairs to our front door. But we have a bunch of pictures to remind us
of our adventures-thanks to the camera we keep in the glove compartment.
The next morning we are obsessed with finding information on Grace
Wilson. In short order, we are reading the details of Grace's life on
Facebook. We are certain this is the Grace Wilson we are looking for as
her blog is filled with all sorts of details on the wedding. Helen
sends her an e-mail with a photo I took of Helen sitting in the same
seat she was in the night of the incident.
"Grace, we met very, very briefly on May 24th. I am attaching my photo
in the hope you recognize me. I very much would like to meet you to
resolve how this bizarre experience happened. Congratulations on your
marriage, I wish you a love filled life. Helen Johnson"
It took only 15 minutes to get a reply. We arrange to meet at a coffee
shop in her neighborhood that afternoon. We agree I should go along; in
one of my new female outfits, of course.
Grace is already at a table and we approach her and seat ourselves.
"Helen, thank you for tracking me down. I have been obsessed with our
meeting in May. I think about it all the time. I am completely
perplexed about what happened. One moment I am sitting in front of John
who is about to propose a toast and the next I am sitting in front of
you describing my underwear perfectly and in great detail. Before I can
get my bearings I am back in front of John. The whole thing couldn't
have lasted more than four seconds." She then turns to me "Who is this
lady? I thought you were bringing your husband."
"Grace, it is a long story. Unbelievable as it may be, this is my
husband, Jim. He now goes by Jamie. He was the one seated across from
me at the restaurant. Up until that night he would reluctantly wear my
underwear when I nagged him. Since that event he has become obsessed
with dressing as a woman. What I was describing was his underwear that
night. We don't know what triggered your exchange of bodies or what
caused you to revert back, but my guess is it has something to do with
the underwear. Here is a picture of the two us before he became Jamie"
I respond "Hi Grace, nice to finally meet you. I only remember seeing
your slender hand with your long burgundy nails and wishing my hand
could look like that. I was fascinated by your gold watch and that
incredible solitaire. And then the arm was gone. I was so envious and
so disgusted with myself for thinking that way. I never in my life had
a feeling so intense. It scared me."
We continued to discuss the exchange for some time and came to the
conclusion the only plausible source of our body exchange was the
identical lingerie and the positioning of our bodies. We decided
further testing should be made. Grace, however, did not want to
experience another body exchange even though she thought I was very
pretty. She agreed to give Helen the lingerie if we would let her know
the results of our experiments. We all parted feeling that we were a
step closer to getting to the bottom of this.
September 24th finds Grace, Helen and I at the table in Ginos where the
body exchange took place. Helen is wearing the identical lingerie to
mine we got from Grace. She painted her nails burgundy. We sit in the
same body positions that Grace and I remember. We wait, and wait, and
wait but nothing happens. We order and are halfway through the meal
when Grace has a revelation. "Maybe my watch and ring is a factor to
the body exchange."
So Helen removes her watch and ring and puts on Graces. We resume the
body positions and nothing happens.
Then in frustration Helen says "I am really turned on by you wearing my
lingerie...." Suddenly, I am looking at myself saying "...the black panties
are pure silk you know. The corset is also black, has a C cup and a 27"
waist. The stockings are a special import from France as you can tell
from the fancy lace on top." We continue to maintain the same body
positions for several seconds and I experience a flash both visually and
throughout my body. I hear Grace saying "wow" and Helen in my body
saying "I just had the most incredible hot flash."
I take off Grace's ring and watch and shift my new body around. Nothing
happens. For the next half hour Helen and I try to undo the body
exchange but nothing works. Finally Grace says "This is really scary.
If Jim and I had of maintained the spell any longer than we did then we
would permanently be in each other's body."
The next few weeks pass in constant expectation that we would revert to
our original bodies but this does not occur. Helen, in my body, resumes
control of me. Before I could tell what is happening I am locked in a
chastity belt and the much anticipated sexual pleasures of my new body
are sated at the whim of the new Jamie. She knows every trick in
getting my body in a sexual frenzy and has no problem satisfying her
with hand jobs, oral and anal stimulation. But I am left begging for
sexual relief and find myself more and more having crying spells. At
one point I resolve to deny her sexual pleasure until she gave me an
orgasm. This lasted one whole day. She was so mad she took away my
birth control pills saying there was little need for me to take them as
I was never going to have sex. I burst into tears and pleaded for her
to forgive me.
On Christmas Eve we spent the evening drinking sherry and watching
pornographic films. They were all on the theme of stimulating girls
till they were begging for sex. I was so turned on I could hardly
breathe. We never watched pornographic films before. My nipples were
so hard they felt like they were going to explode. My hips were
gyrating in hopes I could somehow bring myself to a climax. I begged
Jamie to fuck me. I promised to do anything she wanted. At midnight
she said "Merry Christmas sweetheart", and taking a key from around her
neck unlocked my chastity belt. I was totally out of control until the
light of dawn seeped through the bedroom window. She never put the
chastity belt on me again. For the next week I took every occasion I
could find to reach yet one more orgasm.
Things settled down in January and I was content half the time to just
cuddle while having my breasts rubbed. Three or four times a week Jamie
would stimulate me and I would once more be brought to a sexual frenzy
like an addicted person. I could tell she enjoyed it as she was
starting to get a glow that made her all the more beautiful. This was
helped by the fact she was regularly getting her hair done and her
perfectly styled auburn locks reached down to her breasts. In addition
her nails were masterpieces and in spite of her weight loss had all the
right curves for a woman.
One night we were enjoying a cuddle and her stimulating my breasts was
more sensuous than they had ever been since I took over Helen's body.
In fact, I reached an orgasm from nothing more than Jamie messaging my
nipples.
Like a shot in the dark Jamie announces "You are pregnant, Helen!" I
take the news by rushing into the bathroom to throw up. To that point
the possibility never even occurred to me. When I return Jamie takes me
into her arms and gives me a big kiss. "You have reached the ultimate
in joining the female sex; congratulations my love." My hands go down
to touch where the new life is starting to grow in my body.
But Jamie is not without her own surprise. She immediately removes her
top and bra and carefully unpeels her breast forms. There she exposes a
pair of exquisite breasts of her own. "I didn't think I should waste
the birth control pills that you were not taking. I tell her I may have
the baby but we are going to find out how she can do the breast feeding.
When Grace is told the news she discloses that she too is pregnant and
arranges for us to have dinner at the Hilbert Country Lodge. The four
of us meet and sit among the "H" monogramed plates and the ornate silver
clock with the blue face in the background. Once we are settled John
says "I believe I once told you, Jamie, or was it Helen, that you were
the most beautiful woman in the world. Well, the silver and bronze
prises are not to be sneezed at." We all raised a fluted glass of
Champaign to toast.
I don't know where the lingerie disappeared to. It may still be out
there. Jim and Grace became good friends. We even named our new
daughter Grace. The new Jamie and I emerged from our shells and became
surrounded by our own new family and a host of friends they introduced
us to. They kept our secret well and the subject was never mentioned
after our diner. I never miss being Jim and when I think things are not
going well Jamie gives Helen an orgasm that eliminates all possibilities
that I want another life.
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