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The Changing of my life.
Part 1
I suppose my story started the same as many of you boys/girls
I have always since I was quite young loved playing with dolls and being
more interested in girly thing's, than boy thing's, I would prefer to
make dresses for my action figures, than go out to play with the other
boys.
When I was about 12, "Jane" my mother and I would go out shopping, I was
too young to be left on my own for such long periods so oft we trudged.
On many occasions when she went clothes shopping for something, my mother
would always lose me on some part of the shop, but she knew where I would
be, she would always find me looking in the girls section of clothes or
shoes in the store.
Every time she would say, "John, what are you doing in the girls section
looking through the clothes and shoes?"
I would always say, "I was just bored, that's all."
Mum would just mumble, muttering about, "It just a phase you are going
through, come along now."
At home when my mother was at work, which was most of the time, as she
had been a single parent for quite a few years now, in fact, all our
lives, as my father had left just after I was born, and so she had to
take a part time job at the local supermarket to help ends meet.
She could not afford a child minder, so I was left alone promising her
not to go out or answer the door to anyone, which I duly did.
When I had a half day at school and Mum was working, the pull and
excitement of what I wanted to do was always too much for me.
I knew and thought about how much I wanted to do it and loved doing it
and how happy it made me fill. Therefore, I would eventually end up going
into her bedroom.
I had done this many times now, and I so looked forward to and by now
there was hardly any fear of being caught. It was what kept me from going
insane.
I would go to her drawers, and get out one of her black padded bra's, a
pair of black panties which had a patterned all over making them look
very frilly indeed. Then one of her girdles with suspender, and pulled
them up wiggling my body as they slipped up into their place, I would
attached, a pair of her seamed stockings, taking time to smooth them up
my legs making sure that both seams were straight.
Then I would put on a nice black, full-length frilly petticoat.
I knew that as I walked in it I could hear and feel the swish of the
petticoat on my stockings.
The feeling was fantastic!
Next was a dress I liked best, it was a dark blue back zip up dress, with
short frilly sleeves, which came down to just below my knees. It hugged
my figure and I loved the idea of being surrounded by all this
femininity, and I thought it looked very sweet on me anyway.
To finish it all off I found a pair of 3" blue 3 inch high heeled shoes,
I was so lucky, because both my mum "Jane" and I were practically the
same size in all most everything.
I was finding harder and harder not to look in the mirror to see what I
really wanted to see.
It was a normal dressed girl.
Then men's fashion at the time was long hair, mine had grown just below
my shoulders, mum was always moaning, "That I looked like a girl with
that length of hair." This made me smile inwardly and said "But Mum it's
all the fashion."
I would put this up in a ponytail with a lovely blue band holding it
together.
I felt at home, all dressed up, excited, yet utterly relaxed. I loved the
feel of being a woman, and dressing as one.
This went on for about a year or two, And then I started widening my
visions. I tried putting on a bit of make-up, but it was a lot harder
than I thought and it was a disaster. It made me look more of a clown
than anything did.
I gave that idea up for a little while.
Then I started reading books on how it should be done properly, what
shades to use together, how to blend thing's in. What a difference it
made, after a few weeks, I could apply my make-up quite well, using
everything in the right order and not overdoing it.
Out of any spare money I got, I started buying my own make and even
started to use a day and night face cream on my face.
Mum did not notice as she was too tired when she left home to go to work
and was to tired when she came home.
The complexion of my skin started to change, it became softer, and since
I never seem to have to shave, it emphasised it even more.
The girls at school would often come over to me and ask, "John, how do
you keep your skin and hair looking so good?"
They seemed to love the feel of my long hair and with my slim figure,
they asked, "Do you do a lot of dieting to keep your body looking that
slim." Or even worse, "You're not gay are you? It wouldn't matter to us
if you were, that would make it even more fun, you know just us girls
together."
It even came to a point where one of the girls, "Susie, "she was a year
above me in school turned around, looked me straight in the face
menacingly and said, "If you were a girl I would be very jealous of the
way you look." And then walked off.
I found it all very embarrassing, but deep down quite pleasing to say the
least.
When I was about 21, I was working delivering parcels around the town for
a small business. It gave me a way to help pay my way at home, and to buy
the odd thing for myself, just a little at a time, but it soon mounted up
I bought makeup, skirt, blouses, shoes undies etc.
I had to deliver a parcel to this particular person one day; I knocked on
the door as usual.
It was answered by this tall gorges girl, I was so stuck by her I
mumbled, "I, ah, I ah, have a parcel for a Lucy Crane." She said nothing
for the moment, as if she was deep in thought, then smiled and said,
"Yes, that's me." She was about 25, a 5'10" blonde-haired woman, with a
curvy sexy figure, and most striking of all, piercing blue eyes.
We seemed to talk for a very long time at the door of her house, we
talked about everything, I never knew that people could talk so much
about nothing, as we did.
We just seemed to take an interest in each other; We seemed to click.
She told me her name was Lucy, and she was a dress designer, and had her
own small business.
I told her all about myself, well except for a few thons that I left out
of course.
After talking for some while, Lucy asked me, "Would you like to go for a
coffee some time." I mumbled back, "Sure, that would be great how about
tonight." She smiled and said, "Okay, about 8pm at the local coffee
shop."
Smiling and unable to believe my fortune, I said, "That's great, see you
then."
Later we started having coffee together more and more. Lucy and I seemed
to have so much in common.
She left school early because she wanted to be a fashion designer, but
could not get the qualification she needed to go to University.
Therefore, she learned the hard way, working in a clothes shop that
designed wedding dresses or cocktail dresses she had worked hard and
learnt as much as she could now she had her own shop and staff.
We saw each other for ages, and got quite close. Then one day she said to
me, "I 'm looking for a very special man, and when I find him, he won't
know what hit him." Then she just smiled one of her wicked smiles.
However, I found that there was only one small niggle I had with Lucy.
It was, that was she was very assertive, she told me when we were going
out, what to wear, she ordered all the meals when we were out, all the
drinks, and worst of all, because I was on a low income I would be always
be short of money, and she would pay for everything.
As the job I was doing at that time was very low paid and the chances of
me earning more were almost nonexistent as the job market around here was
very poor, which was very frustrating for me, money wise.
Every time I mentioned about the money,
Lucy would always say, "You can pay me back later."
"How can I do that?" I said. "I'm not earning much at the moment."
"Oh, I'll find away, don't worry darling," she said laughing.
After a few months more, we fell deeply in love, in or so I thought, and
we were married the following year.
Again, she organised everything, the wedding, the reception, what clothes
we were going to wear, even down to our honeymoon, I had so used to it by
now I just went along with it all.
Things seemed to be going great, our love life was exciting, but she
always took the lead, which I did not mind at all, but after a while, I
began to feel if I was there for her pleasure only, and I was the bit on
the side.
Therefore, I decided that I would help around the house as much as I
could, I would polish and clean and make the place nice and tidy,
sometimes cook, so that when Lucy came home there would be a nice meal on
the table for her, and the place would look nice, you know general
things. Lucy would always comment saying, "You make the house look so
nice and you cook beautiful food, I think you should have been my wife."
We both then laughed.
This went on for a several months at home, as my job gradually started to
slow down even more, then a letter came to say the firm was shutting
down, and thank you for your loyal service. I was devastated.
I tried desperately to get another job, but because I was unqualified in
anything. It became more and more difficult, so as it did, I got more and
more depressed.
By now, I was cooking, cleaning, doing the washing and ironing, as well
as the shopping, in fact I was doing everything.
Lucy was quite happy with the idea that I was becoming so domesticated,
Our roles had started to reverse, even in the bedroom we only had sex
when she wanted it, and I would end up doing more for her than anything.
She would even finish me off as fast as she could afterwards, and then
turn over and go to sleep.
Sometimes Lucy would invite her girlfriends over from work, about three
or four of them, and Lucy would expect me to cook a meal for all of them
and then serve it up, as well as clean up after them.
I was never included in the conversation, if I asked, I was told, "You
would not understand what we are talking about, so you just carry on."
Often it would be accompanied by a slap on my bum.
Sometimes the women would say giggling to Lucy, "He is one in a million
find, a man that can do everything a woman can, and do it well."
Well one day when I had just started getting ready to cook our dinner, I
was feeling really down, this is what I had expected to be doing now.
I went to pick up my apron but picked up Lucy's apron by mistake.
Lucy's was more of a pink and frilly one, more for show than work, I
don't think she had even cooked in it.
I was feeling quite down at this time and was thinking that I had become
more of a wife than a husband.
Then I had those feelings that I used to have when I was younger, It
started to rise up in me again, I remembered what it felt like when I
dressed up in my mother's clothes, how happy I was those many years ago.
I felt as if I was being taken for granted by ever one especially Lucy. I
started to get angry with myself and everyone else especially Lucy.
I felt if I was doing nothing but being a housekeeper and a wife to Lucy,
not a husband.
So if she wanted me do all the work a housekeeper and wife would do, then
why shouldn't I dress like one.
It was a moment of complete anger and madness.
I looked at the time, and knew that Lucy was not due home for at least
another two or three hours, as she was going to work late that night.
I convinced myself that it would be just a one off, nothing more, but
deep down I knew that if I started, I would carry on.
I went to our bedroom, and looked at where she kept all her underwear and
dresses.
I hesitated for quite a while, mumbling to myself, "I know I shouldn't,
what if? Just suppose?"
Then I said aloud, "Damn it, why not."
I went to the drawer and took out her white wonder bra and white panties,
her white suspender belt and black seamed stockings and a white full-
length petticoat.
I lay them on the bed and stood looking at them for a long while,
imagining what they would look like on me, and how they would fee. Then
very slowly I started putting them on,
The feeling was intense.
The first thing was the wonder bra, it gave me a cleavage, small but a
cleavage that was all mine, I clipped the suspender belt around my waist,
and got hold of the black seamed stockings and slid them gently up my
legs, making sure not to ladder them and making sure that the seams were
straight. As I attached them to the suspender belt, the pull of the belt
and stockings on my body was even more intense.
I slipped on the nylon petticoat over my head and adjusted it to fit me.
I started to walk to the mirror, hearing the swish of my petticoat
against my stockings; it made me feel like I was in Heaven. I glided over
to her wardrobe and after mulling through her dresses for a few minutes,
I picked out an old light blue dress, one I knew she hardly ever wore, so
it would not be noticeable that it had been worn, if she looked for it.
"That will do me nicely," I purred.
Then I found a pair of light blue sling back shoes with a 3" heel,
luckily Lucy and I were practicably the same size, so I slipped them on
my feet and they felt unbelievable, I went to the mirror pulled my
longish hair into a ponytail and put some frilly bands around it.
I looked and felt like a girl. Everything was so comfortable and natural,
it felt wonderful, all my depression seemed to float away, and it was
amazing.
I stayed like it for a good hour or so, I put her piny on and started to
prepare our dinner, walking, bending just like a girl, it felt so
natural.
Suddenly two hours had passed like a flash.
Feeling quite despondent, I slowly undressed and put everything back in
its place, then changed into my male clothes and carried on as normal.
When Lucy came home, she said, "How nice it is to see you so relaxed
again, have you had a good day?"
I smiled inwardly and said, "Yes, very good thank you."
Well after that day things started to progress, in fact they progressed
very fast indeed. As soon as Lucy went off to work I would give her a
half hour or so, then go into our bedroom and change.
I started not only dressing but putting make up on, trying my hair in
different styles, even wearing some of her jewellery, bracelets,
necklaces and ear rings,
I would try different combinations of clothes and make up; I was becoming
very proficient in both.
It always felt good, so comfortable, so me.
Afterwards again with great reluctance, I would put all her things back
as they were, so that she would be none the wiser.
Moreover, I was NOT caught, and Lucy was none the wiser, or so I thought.
After several months, and many experiences as I think back now, I had
stated to become over confident.
That morning Lucy left for work as usual, saying, I'm working quite late
tonight, I should be home about 10pm, okay."
"That's fine, don't worry I've got plenty to keep me occupied," I replied
smiling to myself.
As soon as she was gone, I went straight bedroom, we slept in separate
beds now and straight to her drawers, I found there was a new black
corset there with a slightly padded bra, complete with eight suspenders
attached to it, my face lit up.
It was one of the old style back lace ups corsets, complete with shaped
bones to give you a small waist.
I had not seen it before, so I knew it was a new one she must have just
bought.
I began to sweat it was gorgeous, everything I could have desired.
Now I had a big problem, could I resist trying it on or not?
Of course I couldn't, I was that sure that I could replace all of the
clothes and underwear, and Lucy would be none the wiser.
I had convinced myself with a false sense of security that it would all
be fine.
So on it went; pulling it up so that it was in the right place up until
the waist fitted where it should. I pulled the laces as tight as I could
by hand, then using the door handle to tie the laces to and pulling
forward slowly, it became tighter and tighter, when I could not do them
any tighter without passing out, I wrapped them around my waist and tied
them off.
It gave me a very slim good-looking waist and pushed the extra fat up to
give me some real boobs, even bigger than normal, and they were all real
and all mine.
Next came the panties.
I had learned to tuck by then, so when the panties went on there was
nothing showing, and I looked like a real woman would in just her corset
and panties.
The black seamed stockings, oh! How they slid up my leg and as I attached
them to the suspenders, it pulled them up even tighter, all I could do
was run my hands over my well-shaped body and legs and sigh with delight.
Moreover, as I slipped the petticoat on and heard the swish of the
petticoat against my stockings, It felt marvellous. I went to her
wardrobe and took out a light blue top and a dark blue skirt that came
just above my knees, it all fitted me perfectly, showing off my new
figure and breasts, I was beginning to feel like a real girl. I was
overwhelmed with all the sensations.
I found a pair of 4-inch sling back shoes with a silver buckle on the
side, they were perfect, and as I slipped them on over my stockinged
feet, I felt gorgeous.
I could not stop.
I said to myself aloud, "I've gone this far, so why shouldn't I go the
whole way now."
It was total madness on my part, absolute madness.
Nevertheless, I could not stop, I do not know what was driving me, and
you could say it was the devil inside me.
However, out came the make-up, the foundation, eye shadow, eyelash brush,
lipstick, lipstick gloss even a bit of blusher. Then the jewellery, a
black choker with a small diamond in the middle of it with matching
bracelets and earrings, the long dangly type, They all seemed to blend.
Then I put my hair up in my favourite ponytail and lacquered it in place.
I now felt a proper girl. I used everything I could think of, even down
to a touch of perfume. I went overboard, crazy; I did not have a care in
the world.
I went to the mirror and admired myself; I ran my hands over my body, my
curves everything,
I thought that I could even pass as a girl, if I wanted to.
It was a magic three to four hours.
I stayed like it all day, knowing that I still had a good couple of hours
left before Lucy came home.
I cleaned, washed the clothes, ironed, hovered and polished and then I
started cooking the dinner for us.
I felt that I was on top of the world; I was doing what I always wanted
to do.
This was the life for me, well at the moment anyway.
Then the telephone rang, I picked it up and it was Lucy, I did not worry
because she often phoned to say she would be even later than she thought
she was going to be, or did I have enough dinner for a few friends if
they came over. Therefore, I was not worried at all.
She asked me, "How's is it going sweetie? I hope you're not too bored,
have you been working hard." I noticed her voice was a little on the hard
side. "What are you doing now then, anything nice?"
I said. "Oh I'm Just cooking dinner for us tonight, nothing much else,
it's been a pretty boring day,"
She replied, "Yes, it smells wonderful, Beef casserole isn't it?"
I froze and then I panicked, how could she know what I was cooking, or
even how it smelt?
Then I heard a key in the front door, what was I going to do now, how was
I going to explain everything to her?
My life was over, I started shaking, I could not move a muscle, and I
just stood there frozen to the spot.
Lucy just strolled in put her bag down, and looked me up and down, and
very slowly smiled, Lucy strolled over and poured herself a large glass
of wine and sat down at the table, still looking at me.
I started to mumble something, saying, "I was sorry, it will never happen
again, it was a one off, I will take it all off immediately, I am so, so
sorry."
She shouted at me in a very hard voice, "LIAR, you've being doing this
for some time now haven't you?"
I just went red in the face, I tried to deny it, but nothing came out.
"I thought when we first met you could have been one of them, I so hoped
so."
"Then I noticed that my things were never in quite the same place as
before, I had some suspicions it was you, but just to make sure, I left
some things in a precise position for a few mornings, and every night
when I came back they had been moved." She laughed and said that when I
did dinner for the girls, one of them noticed some mascara you haven't
removed properly."
She took a sip of wine and said, "That confirmed it for me."
"I know you've been doing it, every day when I went to work, and don't
lie to me?"
I just nodded.
I thought I had been so clever putting her things away that I had been so
careful or so I thought.
She was still shouting at me, as she took out her mobile and started
taking pictures of me, lot's and lot's of pictures.
Then she said in a most calm and frightening voice. "So you want to be a
girl then, and dress up in all your girly clothes, I knew when I met you
first what you were, just the person, I wanted."
"Did you like the corset I left you, your wearing it now I see, and it
does give you a good figure, and I see it gives you tit's, just like a
real girl I'm so pleased, and were all the other clothes okay to, I left
them where I knew you find them. I bet your even wearing a Tampax or a
Sanitary towel, just like a real girl as well."
"No of course I'm not," I answered.
"Why not," she replied. "You look like girl, and your acting like one,
your even blushing like one, Oh that's so sweet. So if I were you I would
start to wear one or the other now, because we don't know when your
period might start, do we."
I just stood there feeling more and weaker at the knees.
Then she added "And you weren't much use in bed as a man anyway, but you
were useful now and again, I think you being a girl would suit us both
better, and I'm really looking forward to that."
This had its effect, and I started to cry.
She talked to me in a soothing voice, "Don't cry, "she said, "It will
ruin your entire make up, and you don't want that, do you, just get a
tissue and just dab it around your eyes to take the tears away."
Then smiling she said, "That's a good girl." I just did as I was told.
She was not shouting any more, it was like a schoolteacher talking to her
pupil,
I could not say or do anything; I was scared of what was going to
happen.
"Okay," she said smiling one of those nasty smiles of hers; I will tell
you now what has been happening to you over the last few months.
When I make you tea in the morning, I have been slipping in some female
hormone pills, haven't you noticed how soft your skin is, or how your
tit's have got bigger as your dick has even got smaller than normal and
how you enjoy doing more feminine things.
"I made some of these decisions when I met you the first time. I thought
what a wonderful pretty girl you would make, and how I could do with a
nice female companion and lover, without having a man about, they are
just so coarse. Then, when I realised what you were doing when I was at
work, and how house proud you were becoming I realised that it was time
you started to become who you should have been.
A proper girl."
"And just in case you even think about not doing what I say, I have proof
of what you do|" she said, waving her camera at me, "I'm certain
everybody would love to see you all dressed up in your finery."
She smiled that smile again, like the cat that got the cream.
"So where do we go from here then?" Lucy looked at me thoughtfully.
Then she began.
"First you can finish off cooking my dinner, and I will tell you what's
going to happen, is that clear," she said this in a very stern and
commanding voice.
I nodded, and started to move saying, "That I would go and change back
into my 'Normal' clothes before I carried on with the dinner."
She stopped me in my tracks and said, "Don't bother changing, I like your
new look, and I'm sure you will soon get used to dressing like it. I mean
as from now that's all your going to wear, then you can really become one
of us girls full time."
"I think you would like that, being a full time girl wouldn't you?" She
paused for a moment and looking straight at me said, "While your finish
cooking my dinner, I will be upstairs collecting all of you male clothe
so they can be taken to the tip, I mean why would a girl need men's
clothes! Anyway, and we must go shopping tomorrow morning to get your new
clothes, you can wear what your wearing now when we go out for them."
I still was in a state of shock.
She thought for a minute, and said, "I think tomorrow night, I will have
some of my girlfriends over and you can cook us all a nice meal, you can
wear your nice new maid's uniform.
"I can introduce you to them, as my new maid and house keeper. How does
that sound?""
I could not say a word.
Lucy looked me up and down, "Oh by the way, I can't call you by a man's
name now can I, because you're not anymore. So I think I will call you
'Pansy,' I think that will suit you well. Don't you think, Pansy?" I was
stunned, " And by the way to help earn your keep, you can start working
for me in my office as my part time secretary in a few weeks, as well as
looking after the house, is that clear Pansy?"
I tried to think, my mind was spinning around.
"And by the way your surgeon's appointment is for three weeks time.
It's to discuss with me what I want doing next to you, breasts I think
first, then will see about your other useless things."
This was not what I expected at all, and it was not what I really wanted.
On the other hand, was it?
All I could think of to say was, "Yes Miss."
Part two coming soon.
This is my first story so will be glad of any criticisms or suggestions
from you good people.
Love, Jenny xxx
Alessandra
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