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The next few days we returned to our normal routine, but that night had really changed our relationship. I knew deep inside me, that Dani was not going back to the way she was. I was going to have to adjust to this new life. My best hope was to keep it at a reasonable level. To maybe limit my exposure as Hanna to just a few people. I felt Dani would want me to cement my role as Hanna with her family, so it came as no surprise that Friday when I came home from work, when she told me she had invited her cousins over for dinner and drinks. It was clear she intended to get me more comfortable showing my new image to them. Surprisingly I was more worried about what to feed them and being a good hostess than the fact I would be around them again in heels and a dress. Dani put those fears to rest, as she said they were going to bring some Chinese takeout. I just needed to have the drinks ready and to be properly dressed. Then she asked a question that floored me. "I want you to dress pretty, like when we went to Aunt Carol's for dinner. By the way, what did you and Tom do in the kitchen that night?" "I, err, we didn't do anything but talk. I mean, I got some wine for Annette. Maybe I asked his help with something, but we didn't do anything wrong, honest." "Well you must have done something naughty. Annette told me Tom was super horny when they got home that night. He fucked her three times in all, including bending her over the couch and doing her doggy style as soon as they got in their house. She said it was the best sex since they've been married. And, she asked me to tell you, whatever you did, to do it again. So fess up, what happened?" "Well, I guess I did flirt with him a bit. He came in just as I was re- fastening my stocking and he was kind of smirky about it, you know. So I wanted to try to gain some self-esteem. I turned around and flashed him my ass, as I asked if my seams were straight on my stockings. I flirted a bit more, innocent stuff really. I guess I was getting tired of the guys staring at me, more like drooling over how I looked, that I wanted to turn the tables a bit. Is that wrong?" "Ha, not according to Annette. But be careful. You're my wife and if you are going to flirt and flash my family, then I want to know about it. Also, you might get more than you bargained for. As for tonight, why don't you wear one of your waist cinchers with the tiny thong panties? Go for the nude look, with your beige pencil skirt, nude heels and sheer hose. Pair it with that sheer white blouse and bra. You can show off a bit, for Tom. Annette deserves another good fuck. Just remember you're my wife, so hands off other men, okay?" "Yes dear, I understand." She moved to hug me and gave a deep kiss. As I pulled back to go change, she whispered in my ear that I was so sexy and she couldn't wait to bang my pussy tonight. As I went upstairs, I was cursing myself for being so stupid with Tom. Now Dani thought I was a slut and not only enjoyed looking like a girl, but also flirting with guys. Sadly, it hadn't escaped my notice that she had indirectly equated herself as a man. I guess in our relationship she was one. The outfit she wanted me to wear would be very revealing. Everything was either sheer enough to show my body or lingerie, or was so tight, like the skirt that would hug every curve of my body. I hadn't yet gotten comfortable showing off that much in front of other people. But the nude-beige look was one of Dan's favorites for me. I hurried to get ready, as her choice of outfits for me, meant I needed to re-do my toenail polish and apply fingernail polish in the shiny beige that matched my evening's outfit. Once it dried, I moved onto doing my makeup and getting my outfit together. Although we had bought the waist cincher as a more routine piece of lingerie to wear when I cleaned or did other chores, Dani had taken a liking to seeing me in it. The tight fit reduced my waist to make more obvious curves for my bust and hips. The fact that it limited my movements too, effectively eliminating my ability to bend at the waist appealed to her as well, I think. I know when I had to bend my knees, doing a squat-type move to give her drinks made her smile, as it essentially forced me to put my uplifted breasts into her face, or at least well into view. I knew if she wanted me to wear it tonight then she would be watching me struggle to present a more demure d?collet? around her family. Because of the low cut, sheer bra and similar designed scoop- neck blouse, my boobs would not appear demure. I was well aware that this bra tended to lift my breasts so much that the nipples invariably peaked out over the top of the padded cups. So I would be spending much of the evening, trying to discreetly put the cows back in the barn so to speak. At the other end, the tight pencil skirt hugged me and showed every bump, bulge or curve. It had a high waistline, so it would cover my waist cincher, but the stretchy material would show the outline of my garters as well as my smooth cheeks separated by the lace thong. It was long enough to cover my stocking tops, but the rear slit would allow glimpses of them when I walked or leaned over and it had an annoying tendency to creep upward. I had gotten used to pulling it back down so I would remain covered, but I also knew it gave a sexy vibe when I did. So, I knew Dani wanted me to follow up my first showing for her family with a similarly shameless flaunting of my new look. The fact that Annette would be expecting another show for her husband made it worse. I had innocently flirted with Tom the first time, thinking my aggression might cool his actions. But now, Dani and Annette wanted me to do a repeat and I couldn't think of a move or action that I could use to meet their expectations. All these thoughts tumbled in my head as I finished dressing and after putting on my wig, jewelry and new perfume that Dani had given me, I returned to the kitchen to begin to prepare. I was immediately struck by how far Dani and I had changed. She sat in the living room, watching the news. It's not like she was oblivious to all the things needed to get ready for our guests, but she knew that it was my worry not hers now. She was sipping a beer, much in the manner I used to do, expecting her spouse to do the chores eagerly and cheerfully almost as an homage to her. I shook my head wondering how this flip had happened so quickly. A glance down at my cleavage led me to silently curse my fate once more. Earlier in my life, this unmanly chest had prevented me from enjoying much of what other boys took for granted, like swimming in just trunks or mowing the yard on a hot day without a shirt. But now, the feminine mounds that I had developed as a teen had pushed me beyond discomfort and embarrassment to a place where I no longer had any masculine identity. Where I had to embrace all the feminine characteristics of myself, and repress what manly aspects I had proudly emphasized before. The tight grasp of my foundations, the light whisper of nylons rubbing against each other, the bounce of my uplifted breasts as I moved, the waxy-sweet taste of lipstick, and the click of my stilettos on the tile floor told me I was not man anymore, at least not one that fit society's profile. There was little I could do, but accept my new role. As if to wave the white flag of surrender, I fitted a white half-apron, with its lovely scalloped hem and embroidered flower appliques, around my slim waist tying it with a big floppy bow. Cursing my condition did not change my new life, so I immersed myself in preparation for our guests. I secretly swore I would find a way back to my preferred life, my former life, as man of the house, but until then I had to be sure I kept Dani happy. I had just gotten all the glasses out, as well as plates, silverware, and napkins that coordinated with our table linens, when the doorbell rang. I reflexively checked out my appearance in the hall mirror as I scurried to open the door, knowing Dani expected me to answer it. I was glad I did the quick check, as I needed to pull down my skirt hem and readjust my bra, so I would look presentable. I forced a smile and opened the door. I did want Dan's family to like me and be comfortable with me in this new role, even though I was still very nervous about it, until I could change it all back. Dani stood up to come join me, calling out welcome as she saw them. As expected, Tom and Annette were first in line. He had a shit- eating grin on his face and Annette shyly winked at me. Of course he opted not to shake my offered hand, but gave me a full hug instead, which surprisingly his wife did as well. He went on in and shook hands with Dani and they began exchanging small talk. Jim and Cindy followed them in, with he just saying hello and passing me by as his arms were full of bags, I assumed full of Chinese food. Cindy had a couple of packages too, and as she passed me, told me to follow them into the kitchen. After Jim put down his packages, he turned to go join the other guys in the living room. I could tell he felt more comfortable out there, than in the kitchen with the women. My face flushed as I realized how firmly I was now positioned in that camp. Cindy began to open the packages so we could get the food. "Hanna, why don't you handle the drinks? Annette and I will put the Chinese on the platters. We got a mix of dishes, including some Szechuan. I hear Annette and Tom have taken a liking to hot stuff lately so I bought some for them. By the way, that apron is so cute and given how tight your skirt is pretty sexy. You seem to be really taking to being a good hostess. I guess Dan is pretty demanding, huh? I'm pretty sure most of us will want beers, but ask the guys okay?" I nodded my head, ignoring the implication that Dani was one of the guys now, turned and in a minute returned. Everyone did want beer, so I opened up a few bottles and started filling glasses. By the time I finished, the women had everything ready for the others to come dish up the food. With the table set, everyone swarmed into the kitchen, filling plates and grabbing a beer before heading to our dining room. The conversations flowed and I quickly settled in. My changed appearance was now an accepted fact, so I began to relax and just interact with Dan's family. There was quite a bit of laughter, some gossip, and just general conversation. When Dani finished her first plate of food, she looked at me and asked me to get her a little more of the Chow Mein and another beer. I got up from the table to do as she asked. This brought home how our new life was different, as I had no qualms before about asking her to wait on me. Of course, since I had assumed the hostess role in front of everyone I then got up several times to fill plates of our guests. Each time, I had to subtly pull down my tight skirt as it had worked its way up my legs and usually once I was in the kitchen, readjust my top to make sure my nipples remained covered. Finally, everyone was done eating, and as we got up, Dani suggested they enjoy the cool evening and go out on the deck. She handed me her plate and asked me to bring more beers outside before I cleaned up the mess. My face flushed, as she was making it obvious to her family that she was in complete control. Again, memories of similar gatherings flashed in my mind; I had never realized how spoiled I was by her previous submissive behavior and how I had done much the same as she was now. I decided since they were outside, I would just bring the beer in bottles. I put them on a tray and carried them to the crowd outside. As I came to the door, Tom sprang up and opened it for me. I handed them out, but Tom again deferred, as he had ever since his initial drink. It was clear he was going to be the designated driver. I expected him to sit back down, but when I turned to go back in the house to clean up, he followed. I could feel my skirt start to creep up again, and wanted desperately to pull down the hem but was reluctantly to do so in front of him. I had been on edge all evening when interacting with Tom, because of what Dani told me about his reaction from our first meeting. Since he wasn't drinking like the others, I had held out some hope that he would be more restrained and we wouldn't have a situation similar to before. Now I was nervous as he followed me. I went to the dining room and began to put plates on the tray to carry in. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was watching me. I also knew my skirt was high enough to show a bit of the darker welt at the top of my hose. So I decided to try to deflect anything. "Tom, thanks for your help, but I can handle it from here. You can rejoin the others and I'll be outside in a little bit." "That's okay Hanna. I'm fine here. But let me help you out, you appear to need a slight wardrobe adjustment. It seems your skirt is a bit too tight after that big meal." He moved forward as he spoke, coming up from behind me. With no hesitation, he deftly pulled down the zipper at the back of my skirt. With a slight tug, he worked the waistband free of my tied apron and then slide it down my thighs until it fell of its own weight around my ankles. A sudden surge of cool air on my naked butt cheeks caused goosebumps to form. I was mortified at how aggressive he was. Even though I was exposed, I decided to try to deescalate the situation. I looked back over my shoulder at him. "Ha very funny Tom. I don't consider that to be helping out. Besides what if Annette came in? What would she say?" He stepped close to me and put a hand on each cheek, squeezing and then rubbing them. "She's set outside. We've got a few moments alone now. I've been watching you flaunt that round ass of yours all night. I mean you couldn't have picked anything tighter to wear if you'd wanted to. But I must admit I like this look much better. You look so hot. I love how your garters, thong and that cute little apron set off your ass. I've been thinking of this ever since you showed it off to me before. Annette told me you made this sexy change because of the condition that resulted in your bouncy breasts, but I like how your round butt looks good too. I think I'll just stay here and watch you work. I just need to make one more adjustment to your outfit." With that, he reached around to the front of my blouse. Lightly grasping the fabric of the blouse and my bra, just below the scoop neckline, he pulled them down. My boobs, sitting on top of the pushup pads, popped free. My nipples and areolas were totally exposed. He smoothly moved his fingers so he could roll each nipple around, causing them to jut out even further. I was now more than mortified, I was scared. I had been in charge during our first encounter, where my teasing and flirting caught him off guard. But now, he had taken all the initiative and I felt helpless. My exposed condition took away whatever self-confidence I had and now I just wanted to get through this. I realized I had really made a mistake by my actions the first time and even though Tom was wrong to assault me this way, I felt I had opened this can of worms on my own. Again, I decided to just play it off. I had to remain in good graces with Dan's family and not cause a scene. "Oh Tom, you are such a flirt. I'll let you watch, but let me go so I can get this done before anyone comes in, please?" I pulled away a bit and he reluctantly released my breasts from his hands. He had done a good job of getting the neckline below most of each breast so they remained outside and exposed. He settled into a chair, and as if he was being a gentleman, reached down to hold my skirt to make it easier to step out of it with my heels. I filled the tray and carried into the kitchen. I transferred the dishes to the dishwasher and contemplated fixing my top, so I was hidden. But I didn't want to make Tom mad, and I knew Dani had told me to make sure I got him horny for Annette. So despite my humiliation at being treated so crassly, I continued to clear the table looking like a stripper. Of course every time I came into the room, Tom would run his hand up my leg, sliding along the stocking, or squeeze my ass, and even once slid his hand between thighs to stroke my crotch. I was blushing furiously, as I knew how tightly tucked my cock and balls were and I presented a soft smooth mound like a woman's vulva. Whatever masculinity I had left, was now gone. It was clear Tom saw me solely as a feminine entity and a compliant one at that. Finally as I got the last tray into the kitchen, he rose and followed me. Again wrapping his arms around me, Tom pressed his body against mine. I could feel his hard cock against my bare ass. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I better go Hanna, but thanks for the show. I love what Dan's done with you and it's clear you love being a girl. Maybe the next time we come over, you'll think about just wearing some of your pretty underwear and that cute little apron rather than tease us all night. I don't think anyone would mind seeing you that way." As he pulled back, he tweaked my nipples one last time before releasing me. I could hear him chuckle as he walked away. I felt an immediate sense of relief, followed by shame. I had allowed myself to be taken advantage of and humiliated by Tom without any resistance. How had I become such a submissive plaything so quickly? I mean, I was still a man and would have never imagined being so weak before. I wouldn't have ever allowed a guy to touch me that way, especially to run his hand over my privates. But now all I wanted to do was put my skirt back on, and adjust my top. I did so, silently cursing and blaming myself for the whole incident. Working to clean up the rest of the mess, I decided I would have to talk with Dani about this. It was one thing for her to dominate me, but I needed to have some boundaries. When I joined the others on the deck, I kept silent having lost my desire to be part of the conversation. After another hour or so, they decided they needed to go. Offering their thanks, telling us we needed to do this again real soon, and saying goodbye, they headed out the door. Tom was pulling Annette by the hand and I could tell she was going to get fucked good again tonight. Catching my eye, she winked and mouthed thank-you. She obviously realized I had done something to ramp up Tom's ardor and she would be the beneficiary. After they left, Dani looked at me with a quizzical half smile and a knowing look. "I guess I've let loose the vixen in you. Tom seems really smitten by you, but I'm sure Annette is fine with it." I blushed at her insinuations, but decided to keep silent. I would talk to her later about my concerns. She wasn't ready to let it go though. "Tell me, did you like it as much as he did? Seems you were comfortable with him kneading your ass. Hope your panties weren't too wet from his touch." I had to look at her now. Had she seen anything or was she merely guessing? "Uhh, I just did what you asked me to do, I mean help out Annette. Besides he started it." "I know. As soon as he followed you inside, I made an excuse that I had to go to the bathroom. I watched you two from around the corner. It didn't take him long to get you half-naked. Although truthfully you seemed to be enjoying it." I was flabbergasted. Dani had seen most if not all of my shameful encounter with Tom. She had been fine with letting him treat me that way and hadn't stopped it. I felt even more humiliated than when he manhandled me, especially since she implied I enjoyed his treatment of me. "It wasn't what it looked like. I had no idea he'd go that far. I mean, I knew you wanted me to flirt, but that was too much. But I felt trapped. Tom's such a big guy and I just didn't think I could deny him, given my position. Oh Dan, I know I need to submit to you, you're my husband. But Tom's not. Can you please talk with Annette, so this doesn't get further out of hand?" As soon as I said it, I regretted my characterization of her. My voice had trembled and in its new higher range, I sounded so small and helpless. Her eyes widen and she laughed softly. She stepped closer to me, running her hand up my leg and resting it on my waist. I sighed and put my head on her shoulder. Our lives seem so complicated now, I seemed to be constantly confused. "Oh, I'm your husband now. My, my, my, what a sweet little thing you've become Hanna. Don't you remember how you used to think you were so important, so deserving of being the demanding top dog? Now you're just an accommodating little pussy cat, aren't you?" I flushed again, cursing myself for using that term for her. What was the matter with me anyway? I started to speak again, but she put her finger on lips, silencing me. "Well don't you worry honey, I'll tell Annette to have her husband keep her hands off my wife. Oh lord, that sounds so rich. I never dreamed I'd be a husband with some hot little honey as my wife. But I did like Tom's suggestion about your attire. Tell you what, why don't you hurry upstairs and get ready for me. Tom's not the only one who's horny. Strip down to your cincher, stockings and heels, but keep that cute little apron on for me. I think you need to do a little more serving tonight if you know what I mean. I'll lock up the house and be upstairs shortly, so I can pound that pussy of yours. I'm pretty sure you're already wet thinking about it." Although I was embarrassed by how our conversation went, I could tell Dani wasn't amiable to continue it or probably let me change what I had said. So, I did what she told me to, something I was almost automatically doing now. That being so different from how we were weeks ago. Dani must have really liked how I looked, because she did pound my ass, coming four times before she was sated. I was so sore the next couple of days, I was just glad she allowed me to just go down on her to meet her needs. I also saw how being more domineering, more controlling, and more sure of herself was becoming second nature to Dani now. It was making our relative positons in our marriage fairly rock solid. I was forced to admit repeatedly, through actions and words, that she was the alpha and I the sweet submissive. But again, just as I felt we had reached a stable level in our relationship, I saw it was just a plateau. Dani pushed me to new levels. Surprisingly, I didn't learn about the next step from her, but from Annette. It was the following weekend. Dani had gone out to the gym, continuing to increase her new passion she had started after we switched roles in our marriage. I got a call from Annette, saying she wanted to talk. But she wanted to do it in person. She was near our house and would be here shortly. I was caught off-guard. I told her Dani was not at home, but Annette wanted to see me, not her. I reluctantly agreed to her visit. I quickly went to check my appearance, as I was dressed for cleaning the house, meaning a simple black shift, black pumps, sheer white hose, my full white bib apron and utilitarian underwear, including my long-leg girdle. I stressed a second over looking like some domestic help, but knew I probably didn't have time to change. So I resigned myself to a quick touchup of my makeup and combing my wig. I had just finished when the doorbell rang. Opening the front door, I was greeted with a friendly welcome and a hug. Annette was dressed in a nice teal pant and top outfit, stylish yet comfortable looking. In comparison, I felt I looked like a maid from the 50s. But I smiled and let her in. "Hanna, I'm so glad you let me come over, I just want to thank you for all you've done lately. I'm sure Dan's told you what an effect you've had on Tom. He finds you so sexy and I've been reaping all the rewards of his excitement. Our sex life has never been this good. I'm not sure exactly what turns him on about you, but it is working. Maybe he likes the idea that you used to be man, but gave it up to be a sexy woman for Dan. I feel a bit guilty about how he might have treated you. I mean, men can be such rude beasts at times, so I thought I'd bring you a thank you gift." She extended her hand with a box, wrapped in pretty paper with a lace bow. I was stunned. First, that Annette was open about how crude Tom had been around me and second that she had taken the time to get me a present. I wanted to let her know it wasn't necessary. "Annette, that is so nice. I mean, you didn't need to get me anything. I was just being helpful. I know Dan has told me you appreciated my efforts, and that knowledge was reward enough. Please keep your present." "No. Not at all. I want you to have it. I mean, it is just a token of my appreciation and affection for you and for Dan. I love how you guys have openly accepted your life style. I never would have pictured you in such a feminine role, particularly given how Dani had been such a girly-girl. But after seeing you two, even if has only been in a couple of events, I can tell this is the best arrangement for you both. Dan seems so much more relaxed and natural now. I see her expressions and hear her talk like she never did before. Almost like being relieved of playing such a feminine stereotype has allowed her true self to shine. But the clincher is how you seem so content now. Before you seemed stiff, restrained and awkward when our family got together. You seemed like you were performing. Your overt masculine posturing and treatment of Dani seemed as if you were trying to convince everyone what a tough guy you were. I always cringed when you talked. The way you tried to lower your voice to sound more masculine seemed sad. Now your voice seems natural, sweet, and honest. You reflect an inner beauty I never saw before. Your movements are graceful, instinctive, and real. I've watched how you move among the men when you bring them drinks or talk to them. There is flirty, sexy look in your eyes and the way you position your body tells me that interacting with men as a woman is something that you always desired. From what Dan tells me about your bedroom passion only further confirms my analysis. So I just wanted to let you know, how much I like you Hanna. I think it is important for all the women in a family to get along and be friends. So I hope you see this gift as my welcoming to my newest sister." I had to blush at her speech. Not only because it was so nice a thing to do, but also because of how she characterized Dani and me. I had seen Dani's reaction to my condition as something unusual, which morphed to her forcing me to act in a way that pleased her. Annette described it as appearing more natural, not forced at all. In fact she saw it as even more natural than the dynamics of our previous relationship. I couldn't quite see that, but I knew that perception was often stronger and more important than reality. Not seeing any other options, I took her offered present and still pondering how she now saw me. Attached to the present was an envelope; I opened it and read the enclosed card. It repeated many of the things she had said to me, but couched in a more poetic and flowery language. I knew cards were important to women, as they liked the significance of hand-written expressions of emotion. I was struck by how expressive the note was and the fact that Annette, Cindy, and Carol had signed it. As I finished I looked up at her and she confirmed that she was also representing her sister-in-law and mother-in-law in this effort. I felt a chill run down my spine, as I realized how much I was now included as one of the family's women. I put the card aside and began to open the present. Removing the wrapping revealed a brushed velvet coated box, a box usually containing jewelry. As I lifted up the top, I saw an arrangement of sparkling pieces, multiple pieces of jewelry all being a combination of silver metal and glittery jewels. Most of the jewels were smaller, but a few were very prominent. They looked at first glance like diamonds, but given the number and size of a few, I assumed they were more likely Zirconium. Underneath them all, was a small envelope. A quick glance showed several pieces that I more or less recognized, like a longer strand with a center flower pendant, likely a necklace. There were two smaller strands, I took to be a bracelets, although I wasn't positive. But what really caught my eye were a series of jewels featuring some sort of post. They looked like pierced earrings, which I couldn't wear. I quickly looked to Annette for clarification. "Oh Annette, these are so lovely. But you've given me way too much. Even for Zirconium, these must have been expensive, because they are so nicely designed and beautiful. I see the necklace and bracelets, but if these are earrings then I can't use them because my ears aren't pierced." Annette giggled softly, and put her hand on my shoulder. As she started to speak, she lifted up one of the pieces. "Hanna, these are diamonds not Zirconium. We all decided you needed some real jewelry and went to a specialty store to have these designed for you. We knew you didn't have pierced ears, but expected that we could help you get that too. The smaller envelope includes a certificate for the piercings. These two larger earrings, are dangling styles that should work well with the two solitary styles. So you can get two holes per ear. We also included a dangling piece that is for a belly-button piercing. The strands include a necklace, bracelet, and an anklelet. Plus we thought you would like a big diamond ring to wear too. You know diamonds are a girl's best friend. We knew you'd love having the options of mixing and matching the pieces, or even going all out and wearing them all." "Annette, that is so nice, in fact too nice of you all to buy me such extravagant jewelry. But I can't get my ears pierced, let along my navel, because I still have to maintain an image for work. The thought is lovely, though." "Honey, we thought of that, but we just assumed that you two had made the decision to open up your change to everyone. I mean, Dan told us she was going to our neighborhood reunion in two weeks. We knew that was a big step, because it meant you would be among so many people." "What's this reunion? Dan hasn't mentioned it to me. What's it for?" "It's something that Aunt Carol has done every five years or so. When Dan and her cousins were kids, they all lived a few houses apart in a small neighborhood. The houses were almost all owned by young families with kids, so they participated a lot in shared activities. I moved there in the summer before middle school; that's when I first met Tom. All the kids spent a lot of time at each other's houses, or at our friends' houses. The moms all were so welcoming, which made it seem like we were all one big happy family. Most of us stayed in the neighborhood through high school, and even those that left when they were younger still had connections. So Aunt Carol started having a reunion so we could come back and see each other. This time, we are doing it at the local bowling alley. It's one of the places all the kids went to and the adults had a league there. Almost everyone comes and it such a fun, friendly event. But don't worry, you won't be seen as an outsider. I mean you know our families and I think you know Tim Ingersoll and Don Cavet. Don't you work with them? Sandy Tankerson will be there too. I'm positive she lives just around the corner. So you will know lots of folks." As she explained the reunion, I began to panic. The idea of being involved with so many people was frightening. But when she mentioned Tim, Don and Sandy, I started to get really nervous, so nervous, I felt like I was hyperventilating. They represented parts of my life that I had hidden my condition from, even as Dani had forced me to confront it. I was still dressing as a man and acting in a masculine way at work. But Tim was my immediate supervisor. If he saw me dressed as Hanna, I don't know what he'd do. I had his respect now, but after revealing my feminine side, how would he see me? I hadn't even shown much of my new identity to my neighbors. The thought that all those people and those parts of my life would now know me as Hanna were excruciatingly scary. Dani had never mentioned taking our role reversal public. She wouldn't do this to me, would she? I glanced up at Annette and she saw the terror on my face. "Annette, I can't go to that reunion. The people there that know me would see me this way. We don't want to go that route. Being Hanna is for us and your family." "Well I don't think that is what Dan has in mind. She told all of us, she wouldn't miss this for the world. She later mentioned that you had a cute little sports outfit and she was trying to decide when you would wear it. Sounds to me, like that would be perfect for the reunion. I know this seems like a big step. That's one reason Cindy and I decided to get involved." She reached forward as she spoke, lightly grabbing the top of my wig. With a sustained, but gentle motion she pulled it off my head. I was as surprised by this move as I had been with the news about the party. Annette continued, slipping off the net that held my hair in place under the wig. She ruffled my hair, fluffing it up from being compressed by my wig. She pulled the strands out, checking their length. My hair was now past my ears and touched the base of my neck in the back. "Dan mentioned your hair was growing out. I see it looks long enough to style, perhaps a cute little bob with bangs and cut to frame your face. Maybe add some highlights or lighten your color, emphasize your nice blonde tones. Remember last week when I mentioned my stylist? She does wonders and could make your hair look so pretty. The best thing is she can choose a style that will allow you to continue to let it grow longer. The way your hair grows, I can see you with a shoulder-length cut in no time. Cindy and I can teach you how to style it and what products you'll need. I know Dan would love to see you with soft wavy locks or a refined up-do style, maybe with tendrils at the sides. Styles that would support your feminine look. Also, the salon has manicure stations and an esthetician who does facials, massages, even hair removal. We think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl for Dan. Go all out with a new hairdo, lovely nail extensions, shaped brows, and of course piercings for your new jewelry. Check out the card." My mind was racing at her description. If I did as she said, there was no way I could effectively dress as a man anymore. If people from work or our neighborhood saw me that way, I would have to be Hanna forever. That is if I could keep my job. I numbly opened the card. It was a gift certificate, listing a range of services that were included. I really began to hyperventilate now, feeling like I was going to pass out. Annette saw my distress and sat down next to me. She calmed me by repeating how nice I looked, how natural Dani and I seemed in our revised relationship, and praised me again for being so sexy that Tom acted like a teenager again. Although her words didn't make me feeler better, her soothing tone and obvious concern did calm me so my breathing returned to a normal pace. Annette told me it was not such an unusual change anymore, that more and more transgender people were coming out to society. She was just glad for Dani and me that we were so in love that we could make the transition so easily. I sighed at her characterization of us. I still felt I was a man and wanted a masculine gender. But I obviously projected a realistic feminine persona now. Was I just fooling myself about my true nature? Was I better served to be the wife everyone thought was a better match for me than the husband role I had portrayed for so long? My confusion defused my anxiety about the reunion. That calm was enhanced by Annette's suggestion. "Hanna, I know you are worried or even scared by the idea of opening up your true self to all these people. But I feel it is the right thing to do and the right way to do it. How about you leave the details to Cindy and me? We can help you prepare. You don't need to mention it to Dan. I'm sure she'd be happier knowing you've grown closer to her family and want to embrace this opportunity. Tell you what, why don't you show me your cute sports outfit, so I can decide if that would be something you could wear, okay?" I was still in shock about this idea, so I took her to our bedroom in a haze. She loved the outfit and thought it would be perfect. After looking at my shoes and lingerie, which embarrassed me a bit because I had so many pretty things, Annette suggested I needed something to go with my new outfit, and offered to look at Aunt Carol's store for something appropriate to wear underneath it. We also talked about possible shoes and even hose. She made the point that we would be wearing bowling shoes during the event, but before and after, I should have something that emphasized my newfound femininity. Although, I had reservations about letting her help, I did give her the outfit to take with her. She told me once she found something to match, we could look at it together. Having made our plans, Annette gave me a big hug, a kiss on the cheek and made me promise to call her soon. After she left I began to think about the reunion. I couldn't help but think about how this reunion would forever change my life. I had held onto the idea of bringing my life back to where it was before. I had adopted feminine appearances, behaviors, and movements as a reaction to what Dani had challenged me with. But I had never fully accepted the idea that I would be a woman. Forever. Even though, I felt I now looked and acted in a way that would only draw appreciative stares, rather than mocking looks, I still felt like it was a charade. Inside I felt like a man. I still wanted to be a man. But outwardly, I knew I no longer fit that description. Also, I knew I had been pushed in a feminine direction so strongly, that I might have difficulty fully abandoning them. Some changes were second nature now. I knew the way I carried my body, held my hands, used a soft, lilting tone when I spoke, and ended sentence on an uptick, and were very ingrained. I knew that I had to consciously make an effort to rework them to a more masculine framework in recent weeks at work. I knew I had not only become comfortable wearing a bra, but actually liked how it held and supported my breasts. They had turned my greatest embarrassment as a man into one of my best features as a woman. Finally, the way I had learned to orgasm, without an erection, when Dani fucked my ass worried me. Perhaps I was really more feminine than I wanted to admit to myself. But in any case, if I went to the reunion as Hanna, it would likely change my world completely. It would be hard to go to work dressed as Hank. People would be more examining of my appearance and behaviors. Simple moves that might be seen as gender neutral before when I was dressed as Hank, would now be seen as the feminine traits they were. It would certainly expose how big my breasts were and that I had to wear bras under my clothes. This self-examination took the rest of the afternoon. It struck me as ironic, because while I thought about it, I continued to do my domestic duties around the house. Every time I tried to convince myself that I should push back, and reject my forced feminization, I would be faced with some feminine facet of my current presentation. Sounds I made were now feminine, such as the familiar click of my heels on the floor and soft whisper as my nylons rubbing together when I walked. So too were the aromas associated with my presence, beginning with my flowery perfume, supported by the unique odor of my cosmetics and even my woman's deodorant. Of course I presented only a fully feminine appearance, but it was also supported by the fact that anything I touched or touched me only reflected a woman. My polished nails, smooth skin, and silky clothes only referenced my feminization. So in every aspect of all the senses, I appeared feminine. To think I could still flip the script to return to my masculine ways took a lot of optimism. Pondering these facts and facing reality, I saw that only a radical step could change my destiny. Growing up, I learned quickly that only one action could reverse my bigger breasts. Once a man develops mammary glands with the associated ducts they never leave. The fat deposition may or may not change, but the structures will always be there. The mounds won't shrink below a certain level, if at all. Only surgery can remove them. Before I had not seen that as a viable alternative, but now, facing a lifetime as a woman, it seemed reasonable. Seeing how my life had changed and how much Dani had pushed me to accept my fate, had lowered my inhibition against surgery. Now I decided to see what could be done. So, after finishing my housework, I checked online and found a plastic surgeon near us and made an appointment. He was quite busy and had only one office visit open, the following Saturday at 10 AM. I would have preferred seeing him during the week, since I could go dressed outwardly as a man. I knew Dani would be suspicious and probably wouldn't let me go out of the house on a weekend, unless I was dressed as Hanna. I would just have to deal with that when I got to his office. With that decision made, the rest of the week was tolerable. Dani continued to exert her dominance and I submitted to her. The major change of course, was that now I came almost every time we had sex, as her use of the strap-on could produce an orgasm beyond my control. Not having to wait until Friday to orgasm would seem to be a blessing, but now my cum-filled panties were seen by Dani as an endorsement of my feminine lifestyle. Finally Saturday came. I had told Dani I needed to run a few errands in the morning and, to my inner embarrassment, had asked her for permission to go out. I volunteered that I would go dressed as Hanna. She was delighted in this request, as it signaled to her an increased acceptance of my position as her wife. She agreed to my request and added a few chores to do for her while I was out. I had thought about what to wear and finally selected a plain an outfit as I could. I wanted something that would be easy to remove at the doctor's office and not be overly sexy. I wanted to avoid bright colors or even pastels, preferring white or nude for my underwear. I definitely did not want to wear any of my low cut, cleavage enhancing blouses. The only other option Dani had allowed me to buy were the sheer, wispy tops that showed the bra underneath. I chose that route, going with a vanilla-color, sleeveless style in chiffon that I paired with a dark blue pencil miniskirt. My lingerie included a sheer lace full cup bra, lace-trimmed shaper brief with garters, and bikini panty, all in natural nude. I finished out my look, with dark navy stockings and navy pumps with 4-inch heels. Of course, I had to do my makeup fully, style my wig, and accessorize with jewelry and my purse. So when I left the house, I looked totally feminine but I was very excited about the possibility of ending this forced feminization by eliminating the root cause of the problem. My heart was racing as I entered the doctor's office, but I was determined to do this. Of course, the waiting room was packed, almost entirely with other women. I spoke to the receptionist using my real voice, sounding like any of the other women in the room. As I started to fill out the forms the receptionist gave me, I off-handedly remarked that the office was so busy. She smiled and replied that it was always busy when Dr. Lucas ran one of his discount events. I hadn't even noticed that when I signed up online, as cost was not going to be a deterrent. I filled out the forms, which mostly involved checking boxes for past medical history, any previous surgeries, or complications. I was a little confused in the section for desired surgeries, as there wasn't a box for gynecomastia, so I checked the one for breast surgery and made a note out to side that I was unhappy with my size. I also was hesitant to spell out my full name, so just abbreviated my first name with an H; I couldn't bring myself to write out Hank when I was dressed as Hanna. The wait to see the doctor seemed to take forever, and I began to worry that Dani would wonder about how long I was gone. Finally, the nurse came out, called my name and took me back to the examining room. She was very friendly and as she looked over my paperwork she asked a few questions about my answers. When she saw I had checked the box for breast surgery, she confided to me that she had her breasts done by Dr. Lucas and loved how they turned out. She quizzed me a bit about what I disliked about mine. By now, I was getting both very nervous and embarrassed. So I just responded briefly that I didn't like their size, and that I always felt they looked unnatural. At this point she suggested I get undressed by removing my blouse, skirt and shoes. Again she was very friendly, even undoing the buttons on the back of my blouse for me. She smiled as she saw my brief, garters and stockings, and complimented me on the lovely lingerie. After taking my pulse, blood pressure and temperature, she told me I would need to remove my bra for the exam. Taking it off was both embarrassing and a relief, as I thought this was the first step to getting out of bras for good. Telling me that because the office was so busy, she would do a quick check of my breasts so that Dr. Lucas could be more informed about my case when he came to see me. It was difficult to let this stranger, touch, hold, and handle my breasts, but she did it in a fairly clinical manner. After a few minutes, she said she could see what might be part of my problem, that there seemed to be a size difference between them. Although she said that most women do have a difference between breast sizes, that it could be easily corrected. I smiled at that, and told her I had been embarrassed for a long time about how they looked. They were just unnatural I said and I would rather not have them at all. She chuckled and said that was a common thought in cases like mine. Continuing, she smiled and asked me if I liked how hers looked. As she asked, she turned her upper body side to side. Her tight fitting knit top was practically molded around her breasts. They did seem quite attractive, being rather full and large. However this question caught me off-guard, but I answered honestly, that hers looked beautiful. Thanking me for the compliment, she confided that her breasts were uneven too, before surgery. Following up, she asked again, if her size looked good. I nodded that they did. Asking if I thought they would look even better, if they were slightly bigger or should they be smaller and perky? I kind of hedged and told her that most guys do like big breasts, and I could see having bigger breasts as a real plus. But in any case, a woman should do what pleased her. That must have been the right answer, as she wrote something on the forms. As she was getting ready to leave, she gave me a small sheet to cover up and told me the doctor would be in soon. Again, the wait seemed like forever, but finally I heard a knock on the door as it began to open. A tall middle-aged man entered, wearing a white smock with his name written on one side. He looked young, perhaps younger than I expected. But then again, he was a proponent of plastic surgery. The nurse who had talked to me earlier, also came in. She was just finishing a description of my case to him. He had taken the file and looked at it briefly, with a bit of puzzlement on his face. "Hello, I'm Dr. Lucas. You are Ms. H. Stevens, I presume?" "Yes, I am. Hello Dr. Lucas." "Well I like to use first names as much as possible. Call me Paul and you are?" I blushed a second, unable to say 'Hank', so by reflex I told him 'Hanna'. "Well Hanna, Julie has described your situation, but let me see myself. If you don't mind dropping your cover, I'll just take a moment." I did as he asked. The doctor wasted little time, quickly examining both breasts with a surprisingly soft and gentle touch. He did a few things the nurse hadn't earlier, including sort of bouncing each one on his fingertips, I guess to see how flexible or heavy they were, I wasn't sure. But I couldn't just sit there, and wanted to be sure he understood. I spoke up, tentatively at first, then rising from a soft whisper to a regular volume, but still with a high timbre. "Dr., I mean Paul. I really want to do something about these. I've hated them ever since they developed when I was teenager. I never quite got used to them, hated how they looked, and even wished they were gone back then. It's even worse now, after all these years. I mean they are droopy and give me a profile that isn't what I want at all. They limit what I can do. I don't look good in most clothes and I hate how I look nude. I don't' even like my spouse to see me naked. I just see myself as odd. I finally decided to get them fixed. Can you make me look like I did when I was younger?" "Well, Hanna, that is a very common feeling. Although to me that don't look bad, I can see that you might feel uncomfortable about them. Julie told me you two talked and you agreed that the work I did on hers was nice. So I hope you are confident I can do a nice a job for you. But I will warn you, any time we do a change of size, I can't guarantee a certain outcome. What I have to do is judge once I start a surgery is what looks best given your weight, height, and body type. But I do feel like I have a real good eye for this type of surgery. I've done many of them, and have never had anyone disappointed. Especially the men afterwards, say they like how they look after the operation. In fact this is really a very simple operation. I think I can make you look younger and give you the kind of profile you likely had as a teen. Does that sound like what you want?" I was immediately relieved and nodded my head yes, as a smile formed. I was starting to get excited. But I did have a couple of concerns. "Paul, although I've seen descriptions of the surgery online, how would it go for me? Will there be noticeable scars? How long is recovery? Do I stay overnight at the hospital? "Those are all good questions Hanna, and now that I've examined you, I can give you a bit more specific answer than those online. First, I expect you will turn out very nice. Your body is in good shape, and your health appears excellent. Second, there are a couple of possible places to access your chest cavity, but for you I'd recommend the armpit area. This will leave virtually no visible scarring. There may be some adjustment of the skin to the size change, but that will be temporary. Within reason, skin can expand or shrink on its own. Because this is a limited surgery, you should have a quick recovery. If needed you can be back at work within a couple of days, as long as you limit certain physical activity. Finally, it is a day-surgery. We monitored you for a few hours after the operation, and if your vital signs are good and no problems are seen with your sutures, then you can go home that day. Of course, we will do follow-ups for the next few weeks. You are also lucky, that your operation is one that qualifies for our seasonal discount which should reduce your costs by 25%. So if you don't have any more questions, I'll leave you with Julie and the two of you can go visit our scheduler and arrange payment options. It was nice to meet you and I'm positive I can fix you so you look like you always dreamed of looking." He lightly squeezed my shoulders, wrote something quickly on my file and left. Julie looked at me with a big smile. "See, I told you it would be fine. Dr. Lucas is a master surgeon, and you will be positively thrilled with what he does for you. I have no doubt he can make you look like you did when you were younger, but even better. If you think this is what you want, then I can take you now to set it up. But if you want to wait, that is fine too. But remember, there are only a few days left on the discount offer." I was so excited I told her I would do it now. I didn't even care about costs. She helped me get dressed, doing up the buttons on my blouse. We met with the office staff and set a date for surgery. If I could come in early, there was an opening at the end of this week. I was thrilled. If I could get a flat chest this week, then I wouldn't have to go to the reunion as a woman. The price was very reasonable too, I had enough cash I had been saving for some new golf clubs that I didn't even need to finance it. When I left, I walked out on a cloud. I hurried and did the errands Dani needed and returned home. She had left me a note that she had gone to the gym. I was still so thrilled about the prospect of getting back my masculinity that I decided to treat her. I made a quick potato salad, marinated some steaks, and hurried and changed into one of my sexiest outfits. I know it didn't seem to make sense, but I really wanted Dani to fuck me tonight. Seeing how happy I was when she got back, Dani and I had a great evening and she did give me all that I wanted in bed and more. The next few days seemed to drag on in slow motion. I did get a call from Dr. Lucas's office. They wanted me to drop by a lab for a couple of quick blood tests to ensure I was healthy enough for surgery. But they also told me I needed someone to drive me home after the operation. I panicked at that for a moment. I couldn't ask Dani, as she might stop the whole process. Maybe I could arrange for an Uber driver to pick me up, but I wasn't sure that would work. Thinking more about it, my only real choice seemed to be Annette. She had been so supportive in her last visit and as an outsider to the family, she might see my point. It was a risk in that she might tell Dani, but I had no other choice. So I called her. It took me a few minutes to ask her, but she agreed to both help and keep it a secret. Of course, I only told her I was doing some minor surgery and that I wanted it to be a surprise for Dan. Once that was settled, I let them know at work that I would be taking Thursday and Friday off, but should be back on Monday. The blood tests showed I was healthy and I confirmed with the surgical center that I was still intent on my surgery. All I had to do now was wait.