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Femcorp in the Country
If you think you can do better, please take this and do so. While I am
good at writing reports, creative writing is new to me and I am sure
someone could do this far better than I.
I started out not wanting to be a wife and mother. But when Femcorp
started getting serious and being a family of three brothers and my dad,
I could read the writing on the wall. My oldest brother was doing a stint
in the army before he came back and worked with dad on the farm. Until
dad became unable to work the farm, at which time it would pass to him.
Between being the oldest and a vet, he was exempt. My youngest brother
quite frankly was dying and as such, exempt from Femcorp. Given that the
law basically said that unless I could come up with a really good reason,
I could either volunteer or have them haul my butt to the nearest
facility. At which time, motherhood would be in my future.
My best friend was in almost the same predicament. The biggest
difference for him is that he had an older brother who was a lazy bum and
a younger brother who was a whiney brat. One of the three was going to
end up with a date with the local Femcorp facility as well. Well, after
talking a lot with him about it we came up with a plan to keep him out of
Femcorp. One of the ways out was marriage. Married men were automatically
exempt. Given the shortage of girls of any age in the area, there was no
hope of me being the groom, but if I was willing to be his bride, I at
least got to choose who would be my husband rather than have them assign
some old man to make a honest woman out of me. In addition, the money
from Femcorp including the bonus for volunteering would help with the
bills. My mom's ovarian cancer plus the heart defect my brother had, had
put us deep into debt and they were already in the process of foreclosing
on our family farm.
One morning shortly after I had turned eighteen, and nineteen days ahead
of me Femcorp draft notice as it turns out, I had my friend drop me off
at the front entrance of the local Femcorp processing facility. Needless
to say, three days later, I was waiting with my purse in hand, in a nice
dress for him to pick me up. I had my new Femcorp ID in my purse and it
was already in my new married name. The dress was a white with small
purple flower printed on it. Wearing it felt weird, then again, my body
in the groin area also felt weird. It wasn't just the dress; it was being
made up, wearing a wig, bra, panties, slip, stockings, shoes, and all the
rest. It was the closest thing that they had to a wedding dress in stock.
Since it was illegal for me to wear pants in this state, I could not wear
what I arrived in and I was getting married, they not only provided a few
dresses, but one of the nicest for me to be married in. The rest of my
issued clothes were in a duffle bag along with a few accessories, cheap
jewelry, and cosmetics.
I actually knew at least the basics of how to apply cosmetics and that
included what colors would and would not work for me. Of course that was
not the only thig taught. Feminine hygiene was a must since none of us
had a chance to learn it growing up. Yeast infections, urinary tract
infections, and how to prevent them and more. What to expect for a period
and how to deal with it. In addition, clothes, how to pick what would
look best on us as far as hair styles, jewelry, accessories including
mixing and matching. Even lingerie, what was needed when and why it was
needed. What to keep in our purses and why we should keep this stuff in
our purses Part of it was a tablet/smart phone device with the same
information and links to experts.
Since my friend and soon to be husband had just turned eighteen the day
before, we were both of age and he drove us t to the court house after a
stop at a local jewelry store, where using my new Femcorp debit card, I
paid for the marriage license and court costs. The judge had to confirm
my Femcorp ID, since same sex marriage was illegal in this state. Once he
had, he performed the civil ceremony and I was married.
Needless to say that dad had thought I had run away. Actually, I think he
would or preferred it to what I had done. But as they say, what is done
is done and he now had a new daughter and son in law. He later admitted
that there were not a lot of options in my case. I could go on the run,
but if I was caught, it would not only end with the same outcome, but
worse since I would be placed in prison and many prisons' were also
doubling as government run brothels according to the rumors. The fact
that many left for prison as a man, and returned as a woman, often with
one or more kids in tow. Often broken and obedient to whoever they were
told they were now married to, because they often lack the will to
object. Often so depressed that they committed suicide rather than
continue living. It was getting more dangerous for the police because
many would rather fight to the death than be taken.
We consummated our marriage that night. Actually, he did just about
everything. I did make an effort with the short nightgown and he did me a
favor and left the lights off since I was basically a preteen girl for
all intents and purposes. I would not start to menstruate for another six
months. It was painful at first as he forced his way inside of me. It
also brought home the point that this was what I could expect for the
rest of my life. Including part of his semen dribbling out along with a
wet spot from our combined body fluids. I would like to report that I
really enjoyed it, but it was over way to fast. After all, I was not the
only one who just lost their virginity. Just the one who found it a
little painful to lose it.
The next day I had my new husband drive me to the bank. In this state, I
was pretty much a second class citizen as a Femcorp woman. I was allowed
to vote, but not drive. Just as the law forbid me to wear any type of
garment that had a divided lower half such as pants. Not even pantyhose.
When women are a distinct minority when it comes to numbers, you can
expect such things to happen. While at the bank, I had just about every
cent that I had received from Femcorp transferred to pay various bills
including paying on the farm mortgage. Which left me with only a little
to buy a few pair of panties with. For clothes, I raided my dead mother's
wardrobe. Much of it was too big, and most of the dresses were more or
less special occasion, but it still expanded my wardrobe from two dresses
and a skirt/blouse combo. Some of her skirts were designed with belt
loops and I took advantage of that to have some additional outfits. My
excuse for not buying new clothes for myself was that my figure would
start changing soon. According to the training, the first area would be
hips, butt, and thighs.
Actually, I didn't need anything special anyways. Now I was getting up
early to cook everyone breakfast. After they ate, my new husband would
ever go out in the field and help with the things I use to do while I
stayed with my sick brother, and did housework. By lunch time, I would
have some sort of meal on the table so the men could eat. Dad did plow
and prepare the garden for planting and I had the joy of deciding what to
plant where an actually doing the work. I was also the one who had the
joy of canning whatever was in season. Fruit, vegetables, and jellies.
Besides the garden along with hanging out the laundry gave me a chance to
get out of the house and into the fresh air. After dinner, I would clean
up and then it was bed time. I would be exhausted and so would my new
husband, so any sex was usually quick and for his benefit.
Soon, things developed into the routine. I was able to get everything
done in a day and actually have a little time left over.
I also at first did realize that I was also developing. To be fair, it is
hard to tell what your butt, hips, and thighs are doing when most of your
wardrobe was from a woman who had several boys. I did notice that my
nipples were sensitive and just wore the padded bras to keep fabric from
irritating them or even touching. Eventually, they turned into cones of
flesh. And I must of subconsciously been going with the larger cup sizes
when they started to touch the cups of the smaller ones. If it wasn't
for the mix up I don't know how long it would have been before I noticed.
The mix up was with Femcorp. A clear case of the right hand had no clue
what the left hand was doing When I received my draft notice to come in
for conversion, I just ignored it. It could not apply to me since I had
already been converted. Yet, a couple of feds came, handcuffed me and
hauled me in for forced conversion. Making snarky comments about how
hiding in a dress would not work. At the point where the tech was to
inject my penis with whatever they were using, that he actually realize
that I was right. Since I clearly did not have a dick and did have a
pussy. At which point the problem with the paperwork came out My dad had
to come pick me up and insisted on hiring a lawyer. Which came in handy
when they informed me that some man had been chosen to be my husband.
Problem was I was married. Actually the first sign that the they had not
gotten the message is when I started receiving two payments from Femcorp.
Now, at the lawyer's advice, the second was automatically being
transferred into a escrow account while he tried to get Femcorp's
attention and stop the over payments. When they tried to arrange a
meeting between me and the man that they had assigned as my new husband,
my current husband and my lawyer also showed up at the meeting and it
became even weirder when they called the sheriff to arrest them, to only
be told that they had every right to be there and second, I was a married
woman. The man in question started also complaining. The second man they
tried to hook me up with actually ended up with all involved being
arrested. Which made for a interesting court case.
Since the judge who had married me testified that I was already married,
that they could not legally force me to marry a second man without my
divorcing the first and Femcorp could not legally force me to do so. It
turned out Femcorp had a computer glitch that had given me two files.
They were also upset that my husband had never signed any agreements that
he would only have daughters. This went on for several weeks, with my
lawyer getting madder and madder to the point he waved his fees. For him,
it was now personal. What made it even worse for me was my first period
started in the middle of all of this. Femcorp even had a few officials
held in contempt of court. Finally, someone senior enough on the Femcorp
side was dragged into court and actually corrected the records right in
the court room. In the end, my lawyer was paid by Femcorp in the
settlement. I also got to keep all the money in the escrow account. I was
told to dress better than I was with better fitting clothes. Part of what
Femcorp was trying to do was drive the economy and for someone like me,
it means going out and spending that money they were paying me on clothes
and being more publicly visible. Including purchasing bras that would
properly support my growing breasts.
So, I ended up with a dozen bras with matching panties and in a few
cases, also matching slips, half-slips, camisoles, and garter belts plus
stockings both the type that require a garter belt and the type that
don't. I also had a few new outfits that I could wear shopping and a pair
of outfits I could wear to church. Yes church since it met the
requirement that I now appear in public at least once a week. This was
going to require me to dress up including hose and heels, complete with
makeup, jewelry, and all the rest. I did end up spending far more than I
had planned. Actually, I had spent far more in one day than in my entire
life.
I have to admit that I was a little surprised that I now could fill a 36A
bra properly. Which is the reason why I went ahead and brought the 36B
along with those little chicken fillet looking things to help fill them
out until I grew into them. I also brought some additional sleepwear that
would help matters along in the baby department. Items with spaghetti
straps, lace in strategic places, short and often involving some sort of
panty or more often a G-string, designed to be worn to bed, but to
suggest anything but sleep. I also went girly in the undergarment
department with the same goal. Part of it was because a Femcorp agent was
tagging along, a male one at that. To make sure I didn't buy anything
that I was not supposed to. It seems regular woman could wear jeans,
pantyhose and all the rest, but us converted were now allowed. We were
stuck with things that were a century or more old.
Speaking of old, now that his parents had come around, they were now
upset that we had not had a church wedding. In fact, it seemed that many
members of the church did not think I was married according to their
standards unless I did it in the church. So, along with everything else,
I now had to go and plan a wedding. My original plan was to wear the
exact same dress and just keep it simple as can be. What happened was a
long drawn out affair with a reception afterwards and me stuck in a very
old fashioned wedding dress. It seemed my mom's was still in the attic
and with a good enough corset, I could be poured into it. It didn't help
that it was originally my great grandmother's wedding dress and they wore
such contraptions every day. I do not know how they survived. In one way,
it seemed like it was a way to have my mom along with all those other
generations of women at the wedding. On the other hand, I spent the
entire night unable to do more than take shallow breaths. In addition,
they insisted on the same wedding vows that my mother and grandmother
had. Handed down from generation to generation like the dress.
After the wedding, I had to have a little help not only getting out of
the dress but the corset. It seemed that they on purpose, tied it in
knots that would require someone else's help. At that point, I would have
promised anyone anything just to get that nightmare off. It seemed I
might in a moment of light headedness, mentioned it to my man, who of
course planned to take full advantage of it
My husband seemed to make the right noises when I opened my robe and
showed him the low cut baby doll nightie I wore to bed expressly for him.
I in a daring for me move skipped that worthless G-string and I am sure
he could see that from where he was on the bed. I was a little worried
that while this thing was designed to show cleavage, I was only making
dents in the cups. Part of knew that really didn't matter to him, but it
mattered to me far more than I cared to admit to even myself. A short
time later, if there was anything for him to see, he was going to be able
to see it as I was on my knees between his legs and doing a rotten job of
giving him head. Sorry, but when it came to things like that, I was
clueless. I knew they happened but how was something that was not
discussed before I went to Femcorp and afterwards, was an even more
embarrassing subject all around. An hour later, I was grabbing my robe
and heading to the bathroom while he dozed. Needing to clean up and not
to mention bush my teeth and pick out a few pubic hairs. I wore something
more respectable, comfortable, and decent to bed. I still managed to get
up in time to make breakfast.
Life was back to normal and with the weather turning cooler; I really
started to miss pants. The best I could do is worn a longer skirt and
stockings, to keep my legs warm. I do know that my breasts have grown
since the little helpers are no longer in my bras. After a couple of
months, something changed. I went from having that time of the month to
not having it. First I hoped it was just being late, but after a couple
of days, I broke out one of those little test strips and peed on it as
directed. In a couple of minutes, it turned into a pink plus sign and I
was getting a robocall from Femcorp saying that I needed to schedule an
appointment with my doctor to confirm the test results.
The doctor in town, being the hands on type did a little probing and
basically said while he had to do the tests, that they would also be
positive. That I was a mother to be which would be a mother in about
eight months. I already had the book and had been taking prenatal
supplements. Why not, I got a new bottle every month in the mail thanks
to Femcorp. In fact, I could find out the sex next month. Talk about
shell shocked. I forgot completely about making dinner because I sat at
the kitchen table, just to try and wrap my head around it. The guys were
actually happy about it and that helped to pull me out of my funk.
I ended up also getting a message from Femcorp letting me know that they
had deposited additional funds for me to go shopping for maternity wear
and things for setting up a nursery with. Not that I was showing at all.
Actually, my bras were feeling a little tighter than before and by
breasts a little more tender. But, if I had read things right, I was
going to become a little more horny than I have been before and cotton
briefs along with baggy dresses were not going to help fill a need. I
would have to wear those things soon enough, but I was actually looking
forward to being horny as my husband is for a change.
It turned out that I was ok with blowing my husband. Actually, I was
thinking of the day when I was going to be too big for him to do me
normally and the idea of lying on an extended belly full of baby just
seemed like a bad idea. Not that he complained about the practice. I
even got to the point where I could deep throat him and always made sure
to swallow. Actually, if he did cum while he was deep in my throat, I
would not even taste it. It was just something to keep my man happy and
make sure he didn't go looking elsewhere.
Here was the ironic thing. I really didn't show all that much. In fact, I
was just large enough that I could not wear anything tight fitting,
otherwise, I could wear normal clothes. In fact, some of mom's tighter
fitting outfits actually looked ok on me. In fact, when I went into
labor, I was wearing one of her navy blue full skirted knee length
dresses with the white Peter Pan collar. I had a little boy which didn't
make Femcorp happy but since my husband had never signed any contracts
with them concerting marrying me, they could stick it where the sun
doesn't shine. Needless to say I breast fed him. One of the things that
I did spend the money that Femcorp had given me was for nursing bras. I
did buy some stuff for the baby but it turns out many of the ladies at
the church had baby stuff that they were just dying to give away. So,
before I knew it, I had everything from a crib and bassentt to a changing
table. Plus enough baby clothes to make sure my son never ever had to
wear the same thing twice.
The first couple of weeks were rough in that I was the one who had to get
up and feed our son as well as change those diapers. I was also working
on trying to get as much of my figure back. I say as much as because I
never got it all back. I was definitely wider in the hips and my feet.
Not to mention my boobs really didn't shrink all that much afterwards. I
seemed to have skipped the C up and gone straight for D thanks to my son.
At least I didn't have to be embarrassed about not showing any cleavage
in low cut nightgowns now. I just had to worry about falling out of them.
The ladies at the church all thought he was the cutest little thing they
had ever seen. I would have to agree with them. Even when he was being
christened in an equally old fashioned christening dress. All three of
the grandparents seemed to think the world of him. Then again, they
thought the same think later of his three younger brothers and two
younger sisters. Then again, thanks to Femcorp one of his brothers
decided to switch sides and become a sister.
Elissa
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