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How I Met My Wife
As I write this I consider myself one of the luckiest people on the
planet. I say "people" and not a man because while technically, or at
least anatomically speaking, I am a very very lucky man. I am lucky
because I realize that at this point in my life it is clear to me that I
have become exactly what I knew deep down I wanted to be. My life at
this moment is exactly as I have manifested. That I met my wife Abigail
while working in a high powered job as a corporate lawyer isn't
remarkable in itself. An overachiever, I was Ivy League educated at
Harvard undergrad and Colombia Law School. We shared an office at an
old school corporate wall street firm where the men wore tailored suits
and ties and our shoes were black oxfords shined with a high gloss.
Women lawyers were required to wear skirt suits with hem length just
below the knee with heels and dark or tan nylons. The secretaries at
the firm generally wore skirts just above the knee with heels a little
higher. First and second year lawyers were required to share an office
together and worked within the same team. Which means many long hours
spent together in the office working together and with the same group of
senior associates and partners. Again, nothing unusual about any of
this. This type of structure and dress code is common with corporate
law firms. And this where the story will depart from the banal to the
unusual.
You see, Abigail was clearly different from the other women at the firm.
While she wore her skirts at the required length, she always wore shoes
that made a statement. They were sexy, not in the same way that the
secretaries who wanted to be noticed by men wore. Yes, they were higher
than most of the female lawyers who were not interested in being treated
as a sexy object by men - they wanted to be respected and treated the
same as the men. Abigail's heels were almost always Loubatins or a
similar high end shoe with a very very sexy heel that hinted of fetish.
Perhaps if one wasn't a self described fetishist as I am you might not
pick up on it. But for a lifelong nylon and high heel fetishist,
sharing an office with Abigail was both torture and a dream come true.
While a generally focused and driven person, having an office mate like
Abigail could be very distracting. While on conference calls, she would
always dangle one of her exquisite high heels from her toes with her
legs crossed. She would mesmerize me with her shoe dangling while often
absently smoothing her nylons with her right hand under her skirt.
While I tried not to notice it was difficult and I am sure she must have
noticed the effect it had on me. Particularly one day when she was
smoothing her nylon and I caught a glimpse of thigh above a welt. My
goodness, this high powered lawyer clearly eschewed the usual pantyhose
and wore a garter belt and stockings every day!!! As a fetishist I had
suspected that she wore traditional stockings as her nylons didn't have
the sheen of stretch lycra stockings which were favored by most women in
the office and typical of pantyhose. Instead, they were a flat knit
kind known to me as RHT or reinforced heel and toe nylons - the kind
women wore in the 1940s and 1950s. I knew this too because, well, I
wore them every day as well.
You see, I am a life long crossdresser. In particular, I had been
wearing my mother's (and later sister's) high heels and stockings every
since I could remember. My mother loved to dress in vintage dresses and
nylons and had a huge collection of girdles, garter belts, stockings and
high heels that were intoxicating to a young crossdressing lad. By the
time I had reached puberty, I was spending as much of my time as
possible dressed in her clothes. I lived with my sister and my mom as
my dad had passed away when we were fairly young. We were very close
and when I was 16, I started masturbating while wearing my mother's
clothes. Sometimes my sisters clothes as well, although her outfits
were more of the "school girl" variety - short skirts and over the knee
socks which I loved as well. I didn't think anyone noticed as I only
wore their clothes when they were out. My sister was older and was
always out on dates on the weekends and my mom was single and went out
as well. I was happy to stay home alone on Saturday nights dressed up
in their clothes. I was attracted to girls, but the urge to dress was
so powerful and sexually alluring that it obviated any need I had to
date girls. Besides, I was skinny and slightly built, definitely nerdy
and I didn't have many guy friends. I could get dressed as Daniella (my
male name is Daniel - very original) and I could satisy every urge I
ever had. I didn't mess with makeup that much as I didn't know what I
was doing plus it seemed a bit risky dealing with the mysterious powders
and implements. But as long as I put away the clothes neatly I couldn't
imagine I would be caught.
Then, for my birthday the following spring, my sister and my mother
threw me a party at the house although we were the only three in
attendance. There were several large boxes all wrapped in ribbons and
lace for me to open. My mother and sister were both dressed rather
fancy for a small party - my mother wore a 1950s style gingham powder
blue checked dress with long sleeves, slightly puffed shoulders and a
skirt with layers of ruffled petticoats, seamed vintage beige nylons
(which I had already grown very fond of) and a pair of white 5 inch
pumps with bows on the toes and heel. My sister wore a similar outfit
with a shorter skirt in red with black pumps and black vintage nylons
with a Cuban heel and seams as well. I had never seen my sister and
mother dressed like this together. The birthday card was dressed to
"Danielle" with pink ribbons all over it. Something was up and I had
"that sinking feeling" that all of us know when we understand the jig is
up and we have been caught.
The packages were all similar - wrapped in pink shiny material and large
bows. When I opened the first package and saw the foofy dress and
petticoat I started to protest but my mother immediately put her hand to
my lips. "Shhh, Dani my love. We have known for years you have been in
our clothes and your sister and I just want you to be able to explore
this part of you without feeling like you need to sneak around. Plus,
you need to stop masturbating in our clothes and lingerie it is really
gross."
I was embarrassed but my underlying excitement couldnt be contained and
I continued to open the boxes that contained dresses, petticoats,
girdles, garter belts, several pairs of both full fashion and RHT nylons
and my first few pair of high heels - a pair of pink high heeled sling
backs with black bows on the toes. Another box was a pair of very smart
black high heeled pumps with a "mary jane" strap as well as another was
also in black with a very high heel and "oxford" laces.
"Darling these shoes will go lovely with this last package" as my mom
handed me a final box with a bow. I saw my sister smiling brightly as
she eagerly waited for me to open it. "Oh yes, this was Rebecca's idea.
We hope you like it." I tore it open and pulled out a satin dress with
white piping. "It is a maid's uniform Daniella. Your sister thought it
would be fun when you are doing house chores to wear this. Isn't this
great fun?"
Inside my house, I became "Daniella" whenever I wanted to be. Which was
most of the time I was home. My sister in particular had fun dressing
me up and doing my makeup. I became quite good at it although I had no
desire to be a girl. This was a purely sexual desire for me. Outside
of the hosue, I was just a regular guy - although a slender one with a
waxed body that was smooth head to toe. Quite often at home I was
dressed in one my French maid's uniforms with five inch high heel
oxfords. I eventually acquired over a dozen maid uniforms. Being
dressed as a submissive French maid, with a petticoated skirt barely
covering my stocking tops while serving two women that I adored was one
of my favorite activites. I spent hours dressed as Maid Daniella and
had great fun serving my mom and sister, doing laundry, making the beds.
There was no stigma attached to it either. It was just "our normal."
It made me happy and we all had fun together.
I was also a straight A student and didn't have many interests or
friends outside the house with "Daniella" providing me (and my sister)
with the engine for hours of self amusement. I didn't play video games.
We didn't watch a lot of TV. With few outside distractions I was able
to finish as valedictorian of my high school. Upon getting into
Harvard, my sister suggested we go out to celebrate - but with me as
Daniella. I had never dressed out of the house before and certainly in
front of nobody other than my family. I protested but she convinced me
it would be fun. By this time I had gotten quite good with my
appearance and my slender build and acquired skill with makeup enabled
me to pass fairly easily. I was nervous but excited and knew that deep
down this was something I was dying to do.
My sister wore a tight black leather mini skirt, thigh high black opaque
stockings and 5 inch black pumps with a little platform. Kind of
standard "bad girl" attire. Dangling earrings and a satin sheen blouse
with puffy sleeves and a big collar completed her look. I wore a
similar outfit but chose a one piece all in one girdle, black vintage
style rht stockings - which my mom favored and always were a bit of a
fetish for me, a tight mid thigh pencil skirt made of a stretch lycra
blend and a sleeveless turtleneck sweater. Was very sexy and the girdle
plus tight gaff like panties helped hold me in so I wouldn't bulge. A
sexy rhinestone ankle chain completed the look with black "come fuck me
pumps." Well, lots of guys lose their virginity right before college.
I did as well, but it ended up being with a guy in his car with my
sister blowing his friend in the front seat. I tasted cock for the
first time that night.
We had gotten drunk at the bar and the guys started hitting on us.
Before I knew what was happening, my sister was making out in the corner
with one of them. The other had his hands all over me. I had never
been sexually attracted to a guy before, only girls. Although his hands
were rubbing all over my stockinged legs and body and when he put his
tongue down my throat it all felt so sexy and kind of natural and my
body was on fire. Suddenly nothing else really mattered. The world was
reduced to this space and the car and what was happening inside. My
nipples and mouth were tingling. I rubbed his cock through his jeans
and could feel how hard he was and all I could think of was taking him
in my mouth.
He could have literally done anything to me at that point. We went to
his car and well, the rest was history. I didn't want to let him
anywhere near by "pussy" for fear of being found out. Besides I was in
a sexual trance with his hard cock in my mouth. I am not sure I knew
what I was doing but I was loving it so much he seemed to be as well. I
just did what came naturally. His cock was rock hard and I slid my lips
over the head and down the shaft. I had seen porn movies with "deep
throating" and gave it a try but kept gagging. Still, I figured how to
use my tongue and hands and take most of it in my mouth. He kept
pressing his fingers against my bum and I knew he wanted to fuck me. I
am not sure I understood exactly what happened next but he whispered to
me he knew that I wasn't a real girl.
I was horrified and for a second ashamed but too turned on to really
care. Did my sister tell them? Who cares, I loved every minute of it.
Being a sexy girl dressed in stockings and high heels and being the
object of desire of a man was too intoxicating a cocktail to ignore. I
remember pushing up against him and the blinding pain of being
penetrated that eventually turned to orgasmic bliss. He came quickly
but deep and thankfully was polite enough to wear a condom. I was
hooked.
And yet, I had no desire to be a gay man. I could have fun
compartmentalized sex with men but had a longing for female
companionship. Was I a...lesbian? Okay, that's confusing. But the
conundrum was that even by my senior year in college I still had not had
any kind of sex with a woman. I lived off campus after my freshman year
in my own apartment and dressed whenever I wanted. I had managed to
find a few "semi regular" guys that I could dress up for but these were
"straight" guys that could get something from me they couldn't get from
a regular girlfriend. Most were businessmen or guys that worked in
town. Harvard girls were feminists back then and went out of their way
not be objectified by men. They were loose fitting clothing. Sandals
or sneakers. Big sweaters. Very little makeup. I however dressed to
please. I had put an ad in a local paper that catered to crossdressers
like me and the men who sought them out. It was fairly easy and
discreet. They had no desire to be "out" and neither did I. I looked
longingly at the pretty girls on campus and realized I was just a sissy
with nothing to offer them.
By the time I had gone to lawschool in Chicago I was still a "virgin"
with girls. But law school was busy and making law review was my
priority. I dressed up mostly on my own and by this time had taken to
mostly wearing panties and often a garter belt, stockings and maybe a
bra (during the winter) under my male clothes. I didn't have a regular
"guy" as I was no longer in Boston but occasionally went on local chat
boards where the action had seemed to migrate. I knew I wanted to be in
a relationship with a woman, but I would need one like my sister or mom
that understood my female urges and wasn't turned off by them. I
doubted such woman existed and if she did, she was a needle in a
haystack. A unicorn.
So what was I? A bisexual man? A lesbian trapped in a gay man's body?
Or just a...sissy? Perhaps, but when not dressed as Daniella I never
really had any desire to be with a man. I wasn't exactly attracted to
men. I was attracted to the thrill of dressing like a woman and being
desired by men. Sure I became more attracted to men from experience but
it was purely sexual. The men I had sex with had no interest in a
relationship either- they mostly had girlfriends and wives and wanted a
little "something extra" from me that the women in their lives couldn't
or wouldn't provide. I dressed to please and was always up for sex and
fulfilled many kinky desires. Some liked bondage, a little spanking
perhaps. They could have me any way they wanted me. And I was an
expert at sucking cock. Was this my lot in life? A life of solitude
comforted only by my collection of wonderful nylons, high heels and
outfits, the occasional erotic experience? Satisfying temporarily urges
but ultimately alone?
Unfortunately for me, a moment of indiscretion in the workplace
eventually led to a very compromising situation but one that ultimately
defined by life and career. I was working at the firm late one night
and was using a gay dating app that was popular with crossdressers who
could meet bisexual men. I didn't realize there was a senior partner -
turns out the worst kind - in the stall next to me who was also using
the app. Apparently he was interested in crossdressing sissies. We
both "beeped" showing a match that was within 15 feet of each other!!!
I didn't want to leave the stall but I could tell whoever it was that he
was waiting me out. It was embarrassing because now he had all my
pictures dressed as Daniella - one was also a picture of me in bondage
and another giving a blow job.
Turns out when I left the stall it was Norman Jennings - the Senior
Managing Partner and scariest guy at the firm. He was the guy who
basically decided who got hired, fired and how much they got paid. He
was a notorious womanizer too and the women at the firm always talked
about his unwanted advances and how not to get close to him at company
functions. I guess it made sense - he had a few "close encounters" with
sexual harassment claims in his past although probably managed to pay
the women off. Crossdressing men were easier prey - we required secrecy
and weren't likely to rat these predators out. He now had me dead to
rights. All I could tell from his pictures is that he had a huge cock.
We were both a bit embarrassed and flustered although he insisted I
come up to his office for a "drink and a talk." He was married so of
course was tense about anyone finding out that he did such a thing. He
gave me a bit of a lecture how despite the situation if we kept this
discreet it could "benefit us both" and it would be "fun." A not so
veiled hint of blackmail which ensured confidentiality on both sides. I
could have refused him and sworn secrecy etc. But I guess I was nervous
about having to find a new job in a slow job market.
I was great at my job but I wasn't the back slapping guy at the firm
that befriended everyone. He knew everyone in town and could have
blackballed me from the marketplace. How would I get another job
without a recommendation? Maybe that was my rationale but deep down did
the humiliation turn me on? I spent the next 6 months or so being
essentially his late night office sex slave and was often summoned to
his office (which had a private internal room) for midday escapades as
well. He was kinky too - turns out he had a stocking fetish and also
loved bondage.
Often I would be bound and gagged in my stockings and heels at his feet
while he took conference calls with China late at night in his office.
After a call would end he would remove my gag - he was partial to thick
ballgags that made me drool - and have me suck his cock to completion.
Sometimes he would frog tie me with leather straps with my ass in the
air so it would be available to him whenever he wanted and would fuck my
ass while muting his conference call. I had gone from being a promising
young rising star at the firm to the managing partners personal slut.
It was humiliating and degrading. Part of me of course loved it and was
turned on by it. But deep down I was disgusted with myself.
One day I was in our office and was bent down to sort through a few file
boxes on the floor. Abigail walked in and startled me and we collided
into each other. Her hands brushed against my backside as we banged
into each other and I must have jumped because I happened to be wearing
that day an elaborate 8 strap garter belt that was a little bulkier than
usual. Mr. Jennings bought it for me and insisted I wear it. You
wouldn't see the garter bumps through my heavy pinstriped wool suit, but
the bumps and metal clasps would be obvious to the touch. I must have
turned beet red especially when she apologized quickly for startling me
after and put her hand on my shoulder - which again must have revealed
the shoulder strap to my long line vintage bra!!!
Nothing else transpired between us at that moment, but later in the day
while I was getting ready to leave Abigail asked me if I wanted to go
out for a drink. It was a rare night that we weren't working late (or
required to be with Mr. Jennings in his office) and I was still
embarrassed about what she may or may not have felt earlier and just
really wanted to leave. While we had always had fun joking around in
the office, it was the first time she had ever made any overtures to me
in a social context. What would I do? Was she interested in me
sexually? Quite frankly, I didn't know anything about her sex life and
she seemed to avoid the advances of the guys in the office assiduously.
In fact, she was quite a topic of conversation in the office and
considered a bit of a "cock tease" for the way she dressed although
certainly not the way she acted. I knew that she was often invited to
client dinners and in particular ones that were intended to land a big
new client. She was gorgeous, sexy and super intelligent. I was merely
a terrific lawyer - reliable and now fundamentally being blackmailed by
a very senior partner with a large cock and a kinky streak who could
fire me at any time if I didn't bend to his will.
Instead of the local watering hole with that other colleagues would be
at, she suggested we get in a cab and go downtown where she lived.
Abigail lived in the artsy part of town where there was a large gay and
lesbian population. We got into the cab and the first thing she did was
feel the garter bump on my thigh. "Ooh Danny, I thought we had some
things in common but didn't realize you wore stockings to work"! I was
blushing hard but she took my hand and ran it up her leg so I could feel
hers as well. "I always thought wearing stockings was just about the
sexiest thing in the world, why shouldn't guys want to wear them too?
You shouldn't be so embarrassed Daniel."
My head was swimming. We ate too much, we laughed and we got really
really really drunk together. Nothing ever felt so natural to me
before. "Why don't you have a boyfriend or husband?" I asked. She said
"I just don't usually connect with guys. When I date men they always
want to control me and become a sexual object. But I guess I don't like
to be controlled. I have always been more attracted to men that will
let me control them really but I am not attracted to wimpy guys.
I guess I need a strong intelligent man that is comfortable letting me
be the one in control without him being a pushover. I like having sex
with girls more because they let me take control but I guess I kind of
want a guy that can be feminine. Kind of like you I think" she said
while laughing. I took a hard gulp of my beer and was too drunk. She
basically was describing me. She saw right through me. Soon our hands
were all over each other and we were making out. Our tongues darting in
and out of each others mouths while we felt each others gartered legs.
She was soft and sensous and smelled amazing. Not like the guys I was
used to. We went back to her place and she made me strip. I was
wearing beautiful vintage lingerie - a black Rago open bottom allin one
girdle with full fashion nylons. She made me stand still while she
walked around me admiring my slender male but feminized form.
My cock was raging and she started stroking me. She knelt in front of
me and took me in her mouth and lovingly gave me the most incredible
blowjob. I had dreamed of this but incredibly never had received a
blowjob from a woman before!! She wouldn't let me come though. "ooh
Danny let me see what size your feet are...I think a bit larger than
mine but try this." She went to the closet and produced a pair of
gorgeous black Loubatins. "I got these from a guy for a present - they
are two sizes too big for me but I never returned them." They fit me
perfectly and there I was standing in front of my dream girl resplendent
in the most gorgeous high heels I had ever worn, a pair of very
expensive stockings and gorgeous vintage lingerie.
She pulled me onto the bed and got on top of me. She had taken off her
skirt and blouse so she only wore her garter belt - a rather extreme one
with 12 garters and a vintage bullet bra with RHT nylons and her own
pair of black 5 inch Loubatins. She pushed me down, straddled me and my
cock was inside a woman's pussy for the first time. And it was
wonderful. The next day was Saturday and she told me to go home and
pack a bag of outfits for the weekend.
I came back and we spent the rest of the next day dressing up, having
sex. She did my makeup and curled my hair. It was like being 16 again.
AT one point she made me lie down on the bed and pulled out a blind fold
and some straps. She put the blind fold over my eyes and ordered me to
put my hands behind my back while she strapped them together. She told
me that she often with her girlfriends liked to take the aggressive role
and she had a special treat for me. I heard her fussing with something
and suddenly a hard silicon object pressed up against my lips. "Open
wide baby" she said and slid what seemed to be a cock into my mouth.
"Get it nice and wet baby." I sucked her cock with more enthusiasm than
any of the guys I had been with. I was in love with this woman and
wanted all of her. She pulled out of my mouth and pushed my face down
on the bed. And when she mounted me from behind I cried out...but this
time a cry of pure joy. She buried the silicon phallus deep in my pussy
and I could feel her garter staps pressed against my ass cheeks. I was
bound and as the cock was sliding in an out of me the feeling was
incredible - familiar but this time I felt something I never felt
before. I was being made love to by the most incredible woman I had
ever met. We came nearly at the same time and collapsed in each others
arms. Asleep entangled in nylon and lace. Quite simply, I was in love.
Since that day Abigail and I have been inseparable. Eventually we moved
in to her place. I reprised my role as "maid" that I served for my
sister and mom. I told her about Mr. Jennings and she was of course
furious. Although she though it was sexy that I liked to please men
too. Turns out Mr. Jennings had a thing for Abigail too although she
was too smart to put herself in any kind of compromising position and of
course Mr. Jennings as a smart lawyer was too smart to provoke her. But
the occasional lewd advance or suggestive comment was more than enough
for Abigail to find him repugnant. But learning about my situation set
Abigail on a course to finish Mr. Jennings for good. She found a way to
record and document his meetings with me and domineering instructions.
In the #MeToo era this proved to be fairly straightforward. There was
talk around the firm about him for years and Abigail spoke to other
women - three secretaries to be precise - that had been harassed by him
over the years. They threatened to go public and Abigail presented to
Mr. Jennings her evidence of his sexual blackmailing of me. He was
forced to take a leave of absence from the firm and she parlayed her
victory into a partnership at the firm.
Abigail now was making over a million a year. We had decided to get
married and I would quit the firm as the firm had a strict policy
against employees getting married. Since we both had relatively small
circle of friends outside of work (and basically my only close friends
were my mom and sister) we decided to have a small wedding with only 5
guests - my mom and sister and Abigail's 3 best friends and their
significant others. They knew about "Daniela" and all thought it was
adorable - they were aware of Abigail's tastes and of course that she
was bisexual. They were fun girls and open minded too. Two of her
friends - Stacy and Daphne were both married themselves and of course
their husbands were invited. We decided I would get married as Daniela
to her (not legally of course).
One day we were talking about wedding plans and Abigail told me "oh hon,
Stacy and Daphne's husbands want to throw you a bachelor party. But the
catch is that it is with you as Daniela! What a great idea don't you
think?"
To be continued...
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