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"The Ultimate Bride"
Timmy felt the stiff white satin corset tighten and then shape himself
to its feminine shape as Gladys pulled and worked the white silk laces
through the stainless steel eyelets at the back of the gleaming white
satin corset, the zipping of the material and the creaking of the tight
stays echoing through the feminine boudoir of a bedroom. He was
completely fitted in bridal white foundations, lingerie and stockings
complete with the six inch heeled white oxford style lace up ankle
boots. Gladys continued by gathering the first of three petticoats in a
variety of rustling fabrics, the nylon and satin and of course the
classic white taffeta, the feminine swishing, whispering sound it made
under dresses was always quite unmistakable. And then Gladys took the
gleaming white wedding gown from the clear plastic dress zipper bag. In
another fifteen minutes she was smoothing the elegant gown down over the
multiple petticoats, buttoning the four satin buttons of each of the
long sleeve barrel cuffs. After zipping the back of the dress and
hooking the top Gladys quickly did up the twenty white satin buttons in
the back. The cap with the layered white nylon chiffon veil was fitted
to Timmy's elegant hair set, done up in a soft and feminine up-do. The
full makeup was a bit heavy but classic and vintage, the blue stone
earrings with the grey flakes dangling as they brushed his long smooth
neck. She swished the chiffon veil down to reveal the inch wide white
satin trim on each layer before swishing it up over his back once again.
The full on feminine wedding regalia was vintage and quite spectacular.
It was expensive and fully hand made. Timmy looked like a woman now,
indeed. The female hormones had worked as expected, the breast creams
and suction pumps and finally the added implants were now well healed
and in place, imperceptible as anything but the real thing. Timmy's
waist was much more slender now as well, the addition of the white satin
corset brought him down nicely, while the hormones had rounded his hips
and widened them. In the wedding gown especially he now had an
unmistakable feminine shape, there was no doubt.
Surgery had also been completed over the past three years as well. A
nose job and a slight bit of facial feminization, and then the homemaker
"housewife" lessons and lessons in deportment and in being fully
ladylike at all times had the effect of erasing Timmy Benson from
existence, Tiffany Hawthorne, the last name contributed by Gladys and
her husband Ted Hawthorne. With Timmy on female hormones and after
having had his testes "clipped" he was now no longer a man, but a
eunuch, a patient of transgender status who would soon undergo full
sexual reassignment. But already the paperwork had been completed to
show Timmy as Tiffany, even down to his new drivers license. Timmy was
now Tiffany, five foot eight inches tall, 40 "D"- 21- 34. He managed to
whisk the medium long white satin train and the lace trim of the
petticoats over his right arm as Gladys led him downstairs and into the
living room. Ted greatly admired the look. He gathered an expensive
format camera and both he and Gladys insisted he mince outside to the
back porch and have a few pictures taken by the flowers in the garden.
Gladys helped with the bulky dress.
The camera clicked several full length pictures as Timmy swished the
gown as it gleamed brilliantly in the bright sunlight while he posed.
And then, Ted insisted both of them of them join him in his new custom
made RV to share a nice bottle of vintage white wine.
This wasn't just any recreational vehicle, this was an elegant land-
yacht. A custom made, elegant six-wheeled coach complete with multiple
slide outs, leather furniture, expensive carpets, full kitchen with
granite counter tops and an outdoor kitchen complete with barbeque, wet
bar and video and a retractable porch roof. The sale price, a tidy one-
point-eight-million dollars, the fuel tanks filled gratis upon Ted's
departure. The coach was elegant but along side Ted's house and
property which was both tree lined and gated worth another ten to
fifteen million this new elegant RV seemed to fit right in.
Now that the "wedding" attire pictures had been taken Timmy had
mentioned putting the dress and all the wedding lingerie back in the
clear plastic garment bags. He mentioned getting dressed back in his
daily wear for around the house which consisted of him looking like a
retro-housewife, a vintage June Cleaver type in nearly all respects now
as after three years the new lifestyle had become second nature.
It took a bit of bundling to swish the dress and petticoats through the
wide RV door but soon everyone was inside. The place looking like a
small but elegant apartment with all the sliders extended. The cork on
the wine bottle popped loudly as Ted stood over the sink. He quickly
poured three glasses and brought them over to share with Gladys and
Timmy. They sipped the white wine as Ted began to show off the new rig.
The stereo system, the satellite and large screen system, the fancy
kitchen and all the rest. Halfway through the second glass of champaign
Timmy had seen the full kitchen, the luxury bath and finally the custom
bedroom in back complete with a king sized bed. But suddenly he felt
tired and took a seat on the large bed to clear his head. Maybe it was
a bit warm out that day. The corset was certainly a bit snug and the
voluminous dress was both heavy and bulky. But Ted and Gladys assured
Timmy that he was more than welcome to rest for a bit before finishing
the tour and returning to the house. They helped pull him up onto the
large bed and as Gladys swished the dress out. Laying there a bit like
a "sleeping beauty" Timmy noticed the sliding panels of the RV pulling
in and saw Ted in the drivers seat now! He heard the RV start but
before he could get up he fell back in a daze and fell asleep as the RV
began to drive off. Ted drove as Gladys put on her sunglasses as she
got into the passenger seat as Ted wheeled the large rig out of the
front gate and onto the open road.
Timmy wasn't injured or drugged that heavily and he managed to awake a
bit drowsy an hour or so later when the RV was well out of town and
rolling down the interstate. He managed to rise and gather the bulky
dress and still feeling woozy and with the RV rolling along he wobbled
uneasily on the high stiletto heels as he swished and rustled along
until he finally found the couch in the living room behind the drivers
compartment. Gladys turned and smiled. It seemed she had managed to
pack two large suitcases of all the feminine things Timmy would need.
His head spun as the story of his new future unfolded.
How had it started? It was just over three years ago, but the old days
seemed like another life now. Timmy was a computer expert of sorts,
working for a large company where he unfortunately like so many others
was overworked and under paid. He'd ended up at Ted Hawthorne's place
by accident really, just someone handy to fix and improve upon Ted's
home system. Timmy hadn't been seen out and about or been bumped into
or even recommended but Timmy was a slight built man, almost effeminate.
Ted and Gladys took notice, then decided to see if Timmy would fill the
bill.
It started in the den in Ted's large estate. Gladys made sure to leave
a few women's things about along with her sewing machine and other dress
goods. There was a bit of vintage lingerie, packages of nylon stockings
and open stockings and other things in boxes that would be easily
visible and easy to look over. The only thing left was to leave Timmy
to his own while he worked on Ted's computer. It could have easily gone
nowhere but after a third visit to look in on Ted's system Timmy was
soon admiring the array of women's things Gladys always seemed to have
laid out. Finally, in having the house to himself he began trying
things on. Not too much, the panties and garters and nylons and of
course the high heels. In being short and slight her things seemed to
fit remarkably well. And then the trap was sprung!
Ted had rigged a small camera, nothing fancy but more than enough to
show Timmy trying on and then wearing Gladys' things. Then they broke
the news to Timmy over afternoon coffee. The coffee didn't sit well
with Timmy. His little "compulsion" was now known and on full display.
He'd lose what few friends he had, the job he had and he'd most likely
he'd be disowned by his family. But, Ted and Gladys made an offer.
What would be the chances, the chances that a couple would be interested
in a cross dressing little swish like Timmy. And what are the chances
they would all end up together? Nearly impossible odds, but Ted had
done his homework. Gladys in her understanding way, offered to help
Timmy dress, dress fully if he wanted. If he didn't like his job maybe
he would rather move in with the Hawthornes' and help out around the
house. But of course once there Gladys could begin her work in earnest.
The initial inducement came with the gated multi-million dollar estate.
Timmy would move out of his apartment and quit his job and simply
relocate. The "dressing" adventure would just be a bonus. The pay was
better and the work easier as well, but there would be the lessons. How
to dress, the charm-school lessons, the cooking lessons, how to sew and
knit and all the other things ladies of the 1950's were quite adept at.
They never threatened to spill the beans on Timmy, they didn't have to,
because just the thought of such a new and lavish lifestyle usually did
the trick. And so it was.
Timmy was nervous about the dressing and having his hair set and in
wearing makeup and being seen like that by the Hawthornes'. Gladys had
made it a full on project now. But with Ted and Gladys always seeming
to understand and not laughing at his looks at first or his
embarrassment being dressed in fine ladies vintage things and in only
doing ladies things and living as a woman until it was full time Timmy
finally began to fit into the role.
Once Timmy was well into his new position and used to the home theater
and pool and spa and the great meals and the patio and grilling out
Gladys mentioned his need for his first bottle of little pink pills! Of
course Timmy would need to visit the doctor, but yes, he'd soon be
started on female hormones! Of course, that was if he planned on
staying. That was the crux.
Within another three months after the hormones were well underway the
next procedure was attained. This time Timmy had an out-patient visit
and had his little testes "clipped." The bonus was that he would now no
longer need the additional pills to block his production of
testosterone. But with Timmy's busy lifestyle learning woman's work and
in learning to dress and act properly his days were fully busy. And as
the months passed his body became softer, more rounded and more
feminine.
Timmy lived like a debutante now. Once his work and lessons were done
for the day he went about his lifestyle but now in a decidedly more
feminine manner. The elegant clothing continued to fill the walk-in
closet, the high stiletto heels began to line the floor and the vanity
began to bloom with all sorts of ladies makeup and hair products that
Timmy soon learned all about and the dressers soon brimmed with all
manner of fine ladies lingerie and hosiery and foundation garments.
The facial work came a few months later. Timmy always had fine features
and never had much for whiskers but a few treatments with laser
electrolysis soon had him as smooth skinned as any woman. Some vocal
surgery soon raised his voice into a more feminine tone, and with a bit
of work on his cheekbones and an adjustment to give him a button nose he
was soon looking very feminine indeed. And still the lessons and
lifestyle continued as the months went by. And then it was this day,
being put into a full bridal outfit complete with the pictures in the
garden.
By now the RV was another hundred miles down the road. Finally, Ted
turned off onto a rural highway and headed for the nearby city. As
Timmy's head began to clear fully, Gladys handed him a manila folder.
Inside was a dossier of a man in his early 50s, a man named Nathan
Wellington. The name Wellington struck a chord. "Isn't that from one
of those billionaire conglomerates?" Timmy asked as Gladys looked on.
He was still unsure of what he was reading as he paged through the
document. Nathan Wellington, single, lived alone in his lavish estate
even grander than the one Ted and Gladys lived in. He'd been married
twice before but things just never worked out. After several more years
of being single he had somehow learned about Ted and Gladys. They
mentioned they might be able to help in finding Mr. Wellington another
wife. It was an interesting arrangement. They would provide a classic,
vintage, feminine and ladylike "housewife" that would emulate that
1950's ideal that was nearly impossible to find nowadays. Ted began to
add his comments and Gladys continued on as they drove closer to where
they were going, the Wellington estate!
Timmy's head was in a spin now. He looked at the monetary amounts,
pictures of the estate and even pictures of Nathan Wellington relaxing
in his living room and his patio. A relatively handsome man, thoroughly
vetted and checked out. Abusive types or wife-beaters need not apply,
Ted and Gladys wouldn't have their efforts berated in any way. And over
time, Nathan learned the rules too.
Finding a woman nowadays, any woman who would return to such a hyper-
feminine lifestyle was nearly impossible, not only that nearly a lost
art now. But Ted and Gladys came upon a idea. Why not find a man who
had feminine proclivities and continue from there. Of course over time
a few males they thought might work never took the bait or even outright
refused such an idea but three others before Timmy had gone along with
the idea. And now Timmy too!
Of course Timmy could have Ted pull over, and he could bustle out onto
the shoulder in his complete vintage wedding gown and then thumb a ride
to who knows where. Or he could refuse the Hawthornes' ultimate plan.
There was a safety clause. Ted and Gladys weren't barbarians of course.
He could return to the Hawthorne's estate and keep his job, of sorts.
Only now he'd be moved into the smaller servant's suite just off the
kitchen. Timmy would begin dressing in a mid calf length black satin
maids dress with a long white apron and black court shoes. He would now
be a servant full time and no longer considered one of the family. Then
Gladys explained the goal.
Timmy was fully ready now, dressed in his finest feminine attire, like a
new Barbie Doll fresh in the box. He was being taken to meet Mr.
Wellington and to be his future bride. Of course Timmy had never had
his final reassignment but that was quickly explained. They'd make a
cast of Nathan's erection in plaster, then during Timmy's reassignment
he'd be made into a nice, tight custom fit for his new soon to be
husband. The ceremony would take place and "Tiffany" would continue on
as Mrs. Nathaniel Wellington, a rich woman, an upscale socialite who's
days would entail ladies lunches, hair sets and salon visits and
shopping excursions. She would continue on as a woman fully and live up
to her husbands ideal and on a level even higher than Timmy had been
living with for the past three years. He could meet Mr. Wellington and
give it a try. If it didn't work his job with the Hawthorne's was still
available. But it really wasn't much of a choice, it was part of the
Hawthorne's plan, a plan that had been designed that way.
Timmy got a good look as Ted wheeled in past the front gate of the
estate in a large secluded suburb. They had an enjoyable meeting with
Timmy being exclusively shown off. Then, at the end of the meeting Ted
and Gladys left. Nathaniel showed Tiffany around "her" new home. It
was upscale, but Timmy was used to that now, and the lavish boudoir of a
feminine bedroom with the well stocked walk in closet and the dressers
and vanity similar to what he had before. It was a new job that
strangely seemed to fit. Gladys and Ted had done their jobs well.
A month later the mail man delivered a large, stiff manila folder with
the Hawthorne's mail. Back in the Hawthornes' large kitchen at the
table Gladys opened the large folder and removed the color 8 x 10
photographs of Timmy in the garden in his vintage white wedding gown.
Another photo showed one from Timmy's actual wedding to Mr. Wellington!
The reassignment surgery had been a complete success and "Tiffany" had
been the unexpected find-of-a-lifetime. A tall, shapely, very classic
and feminine woman is all anybody saw at the wedding or in the photo.
Timmy had on that same gloss satin vintage wedding gown and also wore
the same blue stone dangle earrings with the grey flecks in each stone.
Gladys giggled as Ted gathered a white, leather covered wedding album.
He took the main picture of Timmy and Mr. Wellington and the full bridal
party from the ceremony and carefully placed it last in the large book
under the sturdy plastic covered, white leather and silver edged sleeve
until it was just so.
Ted folded back the pictures as Gladys looked on. There were four
wedding pictures now, all lovely ladies. The first was Dennis Mayfield,
now Mrs. Denise Gladwell. The second, Leslie Donaldson, now Mrs. Lesli
Gottrocks. The third, David Winston, now Mrs. Lorraine Herrington. And
the last page and latest and forth entry, Mrs. Tiffany Wellington! Each
and every one now exquisitely and totally feminized without the remotest
possibility of ever returning to their former male lifestyles. All in
the gleaming gowns, immersed in a level of femininity that nobody but
their husbands would ever know, and they of course, would never tell.
All the ladies smiling but the smiles now a bit vacant, the eyes a bit
glassy as they all no doubt realized at that very moment the
photographer said "cheese" that this was now their new and quite
permanent lifestyle!
"I like how they all have the same type of earrings," Gladys chuckled.
Ted then chuckled too. Because they both knew what nobody else knew, it
was harmless really, just an inside secret that added to the enjoyment.
Of course the castration was part of the Hawthorne's plan, part of the
deal, another layer to the ultimate plan. But what Gladys had done with
each was to drop off the discarded testes at the jewelers. The testes
were fired in a crucible and burned and then ground into the fine gray
powder that would be added to the unique blue stones in each set of
earrings. So now, since all the young men were now women, they were
never really men to begin with. So for that matter Gladys had decided
that each young man would technically appear in his wedding picture
wearing his balls-for-earrings! Both Ted and Gladys laughed again as
they sipped champaign while Ted put the large white wedding book back on
the shelf in his luxurious living room book case. Another "project" now
complete.
And how did Ted Hawthorne live the life of luxury you wonder? He looked
and lived the part of the very billionaires he served. He didn't own a
conglomerate, didn't own much property to speak of or even make that
many investments. He and Gladys had a huge stockpile of savings
carefully put away but they made all their money by introducing those
very 50's vintage future wives to those very anxious billionaire
clients! It would be a month's vacation or so and then the Hawthornes'
would start in again with another suitable subject.
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