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"Timmi" A late model buff-pink Bentley rolls up the short drive just off the tree lined street at the edge of a secluded suburb. The car pauses at a black metal gate guarded by brick faced columns, the columns join a high stucco wall which shows tall conifer trees behind. A woman's white gloved hand activates a switch, the massive gate opens. The gloved hands steer the car as it turns in through the gate and continues up the curved concrete drive disappearing into the tree lined lot as the gate closes behind. The woman's white gloved hands clutch the leather lined steering wheel gently as the car enters the large drive at the front of the multi- million dollar estate. The woman's hair and makeup, flawless now, another "ladies" day out, but today included a full spa and beauty salon visit. The smooth made up face, the gloss red lipstick in full view, the woman's eyes wide, but the expression slightly vacant as the long false lashes flutter as she drives then activates another switch. One of the large double garage doors nearest the house opens. The Bentley idles inside, the brake lights activate, the garage door begins to close as the car is switched off. The woman gathers a black patent leather purse and slides the straps over her right forearm, she collects her car keys then clutching them she exits the drivers door. The door closes with a solid thud, she opens the back door to retrieve a pink plastic bag and a larger pink cardboard box. The decorative scroll indicating the packages have come from the most exclusive ladies fine lingerie and dress shop located in the city. The woman shuts the rear door then makes her way across the garage towards the side entrance of the house. Her satin lined car coat and dress rustle, the click of her heels echos through the garage and her sheer, vintage nylon hose on smooth legs shine in the light, the glossy fabric zipping with each step as she moves to the house entrance. She climbs the three steps then enters the house closing the door behind her. She sets her packages and purse on the large kitchen table then unbuttons and removes her crisp white ladies gloves to reveal high gloss salon nails, freshly perfect. The large diamond engagement and wedding ring bands clearly visible leave no doubt she is married. She carefully undoes the bow of her scarf at her chin and carefully swishes off the pale, floral silk scarf covering her freshly set hair. The style vintage, the curls lacquered tight. Of course the sight of the blue satin bow tightly bobby-pinned to her right temple was out of the ordinary but it fit the vintage look and after working there so long the women helpers simply paid this vintage feminine look no mind now. The lady unbuttoned her mid calf length car coat, the satin lining swishing against the layered nylon chiffon of a new royal blue cocktail dress underneath, satin lined, the outer skirt, knee length in the same light and swirling royal blue nylon chiffon. She folds the long coat in half and drapes it over a kitchen chair. She folds her gloves and puts them in the black patent leather purse then folds the silk scarf into a square, the quarter of its size and adds that to the purse before clicking it shut. She touches her tight curls with the palm of her hand to ensure everything is proper, the nails and wedding bands still on full display. She then looks over her recent mail. She separates her husband Ned Henderson's mail and sets it aside before looking over her mail. Women's magazines dealing with fashion and hair and makeup are present, as are various lingerie catalogs from expensive upscale online places and there are a few letters from local lady friends to mention upcoming socialite gatherings and hostess meetings for upscale ladies like her. There is even a hand written letter from a Mrs. Madge DuBois which forces her interest. The maid finishing up in the kitchen looks on, the lady looking over her mail seems a bit vacant, but after working here so long she realizes it's just her way. There was one note of interest though. Janine and Agnes had seen the mail brought in daily and they noticed the mail to a Mrs. Henderson or a Mr. Nathan Henderson but every so often a letter would arrive from out of town, from a Mrs. Madge Dubois. They'd seen it too, unusual to note an out of town letter. The letter would be addressed to a Mrs. "Timmi" Henderson. Of course they'd heard strange names, especially for women, even upper crust women, but neither had ever heard of a woman using what appeared to be a man's name even though it was spelled with an "i." "The evening meal is in the crock-pot Mrs. Henderson," the young lady says. "I have the bread in and it should be done in another fifteen minutes, I put out the hot pads and a cooling rack," she assured as she stood there in her standard, black cotton maids outfit and sensible flat white shoes with comfortable soles along with a crisp cotton apron that matched the white cuffs on the short sleeves and the wide double breasted collar of the dress.. She finished wiping the kitchen counters then looked towards the lady-of-the-house again. "The place looks just fine Janine. I like the smell of fresh bread," the lady returns as she sets her mail back down then minces to a kitchen closet with her coat and purse to hang them up. Her black patent stiletto heels clicking across the kitchen tile floor as she minces along. "Is Agnes about done for the day Janine?" She turns with her question. "She should be just finishing up," Janine added as she gathered her things. Mrs. Henderson then minced upstairs to her boudoir carrying the pink box and bag and passed Agnes just coming out of the master bedroom just finishing her cleaning, and wearing the same crisp and standard maid's uniform suitable for such an estate. Agnes smiled graciously as the lady thanked her and said she'd see both of them again on Monday morning. Agnes and Janine were the only help around the house. Just enough to relieve the lady-of-the-house of any real work. That was part of the ultimate goal really. Mrs. Timmi Henderson was a proper and very vintage housewife now. Her days consisted mostly of looking and dressing flawless and constantly portraying the ultimate in classic femininity. That was her job now. There would no longer be any work that might chip a nail, or smudge the makeup or take the curl out of the always tight ladies hair set. No work that would wrinkle a crisp new house dress or scuff a pair of patent leather stiletto heels either, and certainly nothing that would ever cause her to sweat from any exertion. The lady entered her feminine boudoir of a bedroom and dressing room. She opened the pink package and removed another half dozen pair of her favorite opera length stockings, vintage hose, nylons that shined on her smooth legs and zipped when she walked. Just the kind of stockings that she could never seem to get enough of, and just the kind of hosiery that her husband Ned appreciated the most. She opened the large walk in closet and set the packages on the shelf along with other stockings already there. She then opened the large pink box. She swished the white tissue paper aside and lifted out a vintage pink baby doll nightgown, trimmed in pink lace and done up in layer upon layer of swirling pink nylon chiffon. She held it up to herself and looked at her reflection in the large vanity mirror. Yes the gown was exquisitely feminine, just as the sales lady had insured but the trembling, head spinning thought of hurrying to quickly try it on and swirl around the room just wasn't there in any real intensity anymore, it had happened too many times and now, and was now just a jaded thought. She gathered the swishy gown and matching robe and minced to the closet then hung the garment up along with her other myriad night gowns. She glanced at the rows of vintage dresses, the gowns, the skirts and blouses and the rows and rows of high stiletto heels that lined the floors and the shelves lined and filled with all things feminine but the vacant look continued. There were hat boxes on the shelves, more ladies gloves and other accessories. No T-shirts or jeans or tennis shoes or any casual clothes to be found here, even in a feminine variety. Nothing but ultra feminine garments suited to a fashionable high society lady. She closed the door then moved to the large lighted vanity to quickly check her makeup and hair set once again. Upon returning to the kitchen "Timmi" swished out a ladies white nylon chiffon apron, it had a bit of a frilled edge and was as vintage as everything else she wore. She tied it around her trim waist and into a large and feminine bow at the back. As she made some coffee the oven bell dinged to indicate the fresh loaf of bread was now done. She took the loaf out to cool, poured herself some coffee then after noticing Agnes and Janine's cars driving off the estate she sat down to read her mail. She opened the letter from Madge first. She could smell the still familiar perfume on Madge's letter, the look and color of the pages and the feminine script in her writing style brought back years of memories before she even began reading. How long had it been now, closing in on fifteen years? The thought was chilling. Timmy had been married now for well over five years! He never mentioned his thoughts. The thoughts in being Madge's neighbor all those years ago in a different State. The thought of trying on her things and then being caught by her. Her shock and then her vindictive smile and then the chuckles once she began teasing him with silky ladies things knowing full well exactly what she was doing. And then his foster mom Ruth being told and disgusted by his activities. And then with Madge's help more encouragement in dressing up more and more, and then came her certainty that Timmy, poor Timmy was actually a male-to-female transsexual. Continuing on with his dressing as she reminded Timmy of his "condition." And then came the introductions of female hormones! Madge knew full well that Timmy was a cross dresser and nothing more. But she assured herself that wasn't to be allowed, so she began making more changes and carefully spinning the tale of her "poor" neighbor Timmy who was really a male-to-female transsexual! He'd taken his GED to finish school and then his foster mother Ruth had moved away to continue her education leaving poor Timmy with nowhere to go but to live with Madge full time now. And as the hormones continued so did the dressing and Madge's careful charm-school lessons that turned Timmy from a clumsy cross-dressing youngster into a prim and proper young lady! Months passed and then the years went by, his male friends soon forgot about him, Madge lost a few of her lady friends who learned about "poor" Timmy but nonetheless she continued on. He was already short and slightly built and basically hairless but after a few years on female hormones he was nearly hair free. She also had his little testes clipped and continued on with a few other procedures. One to give him a more feminine heart-shaped face and a button nose. But aside from a bit of voice work to raise Timmy's voice into a permanently higher and more feminine register the rest of the changes were relatively light and few. Starting Timmy at a young age, catching him early was satisfying to Madge. But the lessons in dressing and deportment never ceased. And then came the day when it was time for Timmy to advance. She realized she couldn't very well keep Timmy around the house as a psuedo- housewife forever. It was time to see if she could find a suitable gentleman for such a "lady." She found that man in Nathan Henderson, a wealthy divorcee who'd been down the aisle twice and divorced twice and still looking for a classic wife. He had his heart set on a vintage June Cleaver type of housewife but women of today simply couldn't and wouldn't accept such a lifestyle. Through Madge he learned about Timmy. And Madge gave him plenty of time to consider and said he'd finally have the very vintage housewife he'd always desired. And that Timmy's new vagina, once created could be crafted exactly to Ned's specifications so his new wife would always be a nice tight fit. The papers would be amended to show Timmy as a female and after a proper courtship they would be married and ultimately move to Ned's estate. Then as time went on nobody would ever know that Timmi was actually Timmy. Ned had known Madge for years. They were roughly the same age and Madge always caught his eye at dinners out or in seeing her about. The classic hair sets, the gloss nails the strict and rigid look that was the limit of 1950's femininity. But she was beyond relationships now with no interest in marrying again. But as she thought about what Ned wanted so much she decided to continue to work with Timmy to bring him up to that exquisite level of femininity that for all intents and purposes didn't exist anymore. The mere thought of such a permanent and inescapable lifestyle for Timmy would be the pinnacle of her long range plans. If Timmy couldn't get enough of wearing silky and lacy women's things she would see to it that he'd soon be totally immersed in that very lifestyle at the ultimate level of inescapable femininity! The very idea sounded absurd from the outset. Madge would giggle and chuckle at the thought but soon her smiling laughter would ring out. It would be absolutely exquisite she imagined! It was clear Timmy had the look and class of a prim and proper lady and constantly wore the unmistakably feminine vintage ladies clothes now but over time he would get much better and much more convincing. Once the marriage contract was signed and Timmy moved away with Ned as his new wife "Timmi" everything would be set for the full time life of a vintage housewife. Timmy would become Mrs. Nathan Henderson! Madge had already done such a good job that no one would ever know or even suspect Timmy was anything but all girl now! Especially in a new city. Ned carefully considered as Madge laid out her ideas and then, her plan. To totally feminize a young man and then actually turn him into a woman where he'd actually be a vintage June Cleaver, an actual and very real housewife from then on! The very thought of such a complete change and permanent outcome was exquisite to her, nearly beyond measure! Timmy's head spun as he read through the letter. Small talk mostly, womanly chatter like an aunt talking to a niece now. She'd send flowers and even lingerie to Timmy every now and then. Always feminine and ladylike things. He got up from his chair crumpled the letter tossing it in the trash under the sink, he never kept a letter from Madge. Timmy was half way through one of his magazines when he heard the garage door open. Within moments Ned was home from his office for the day, entering the kitchen. It was early afternoon but with Ned being his own boss working on his investments and real estate deals his time was his own. He smelled the pot roast in the pot and the bread cooling on the counter. He smiled at seeing Timmy, he noticed vintage ladies apron, the fresh perfume and the scent of hair spray in the air, the tight new hair set complete with a blue satin bow bobby pinned to his right temple and the gloss red nails and of course the new but vintage blue nylon chiffon dress. He felt his excitement building. The supper was heating in the pot, the bread was cooling, and Agnes and Janine were gone for the day. Ned watched Timmy mince to the kitchen sink to rinse out his coffee cup then he followed along. "It must have been salon day on your ladies day out today. Your hair looks nice, always so lovely and feminine Timmi, just like I like" Ned said with a smile. He pulled Timmy close and hugged him feeling the silky nylon of the dress and the smooth swishing sensation of all the slips and foundations underneath. And as Timmy teetered on his high stiletto heels he felt Ned kiss him tightly, probing his tongue in a deep French kiss as he pulled him closer and tighter. Timmy felt Ned already erect as he pressed against the front of his dress fully enjoying the look and the touch and the very thought of finally, finally having exactly the type of wife he had always wanted. He nuzzled Timmy's neck smelling the womanly perfume and hair spray as he held him tight and continued rubbing his hands over Timmy's breasts, slender waist and wide womanly hips as the nylon lingerie continued to zip and swish. Timmy's head spun slightly, he knew what was happening, he took his "medicine" but didn't return the advances. This was now a major portion of his new "job," fully assuming the roll of housewife. But he knew the score. He was Timmi now, Mrs. Nathanial Henderson. He was a woman, a married woman and he was Ned's very real housewife, the very type Ned had always wanted, full time. How could Ned not be excited. The advances continued as they moved into the large dining room. Ned moved an end chair away and soon had Timmy bent over the large table. As Timmy teetered on the shiny, black patent leather five-inch stiletto heeled shoes Ned quickly pulled the sturdy, heavily paneled panty girdle down Timmy's smooth legs and then off and then he worked and swished down the lace trimmed ladies white nylon briefs then greedily swished the blue nylon chiffon cocktail dress and white taffeta slips up to reveal Timmy's wide and rounded hips, his now true feminine shape. The fabrics swished and zipped in the quiet room and belts and zippers could be heard as Ned's pants fell to the floor behind Timmy. Ned fluffed the royal blue chiffon cocktail dress and white taffeta slips up again swishing them up and over Timmy's back to reveal the long smooth legs, clad in sheer grey vintage ladies nylon stockings today, opera length, tightly gartered to a six strap garter belt, the sheer nylon tight and shiny, totally smooth, the stocking tops gartered taut as Timmy gasped faintly in a feminine tone. Ned moved in from behind, he spread Timmy's ladylike legs as Timmy teetered on his high stiletto heels. Ned throttled his vein engorged erection now, the head large and bulbous, dripping pre-come as he smoothed it up and down, up and down the very real slit of Timmy's lubricated vagina. The hair trimmed close and into a tight "V" now, the pouting, pink lips in full view as the head slathered over the tight mons as Ned pressed with excitement. He then found the inner lips and adjusted further as Timmy gasped and wriggled his hips slightly at the sensation as he held the top of the dining room table knowing now exactly what was going to happen. There was no escape! He felt the feminine dangle earrings swinging in his ears, his pearl necklace swinging as well and he noticed his ladies rings, the diamond rings of his wedding bands as they gleamed in the room light. Ned spread his nylon clad legs further as he gasped again, teetering on his stiletto tip toes, his head spinning at the sensation and the vision of the gleaming diamond ring while Ned worked. He grimaced, then his long lashes fluttered as he heard Ned issue a stuttering almost surprised but pleasured moan. He felt the smooth stretching as Ned entered! He gasped and felt his head spin again as he felt Ned push deeper now, deeper into Timmy's custom made vagina that was always nice and tight now. The tight and trim vagina, now performing the feminine duties it was designed for. The slippery blue chiffon dress and slips slid back down with a wisping nylon zip but Ned quickly fluffed them back up again. He held Timmy's trim and tight white satin corseted waist and began to moan with pleasure as he slid his large vein engorged erection in even deeper and began to hump. Timmy was quite complete now, after all the work he now had a classic Dior shaped feminine form. After the female hormones saline implants were added to bring Timmy up to a full 40 "DD" cup brassiere, there were no more silicone forms that needed a mastectomy bra, no. His hips had widened by inches too and had rounded into a woman's shape. But his waist, Ned liked the classic trim waist and didn't mind at all the effort it took each morning to lace Timmy into a white satin corset to begin another day. He also adored seeing the tramp-stamp at the top of Timmy's hips. There was a tasteful floral arrangement on each side, very feminine in appearance and with the word "Sissy" tattooed at the center in a feminine scrolling script! And on the flip side? There was no more manhood, no atrophied testes or scrotum any longer, now only a smooth woman's front remained, a classic muff and tightly trimmed, light brown "V" shaped landing strip above the woman's very real vaginal cleft slit. A little pink satin tattoo bow just at the top and center of the tightly trimmed hair, another very feminizing addition to Timmy's overall look. This was Timmy's third and final corset size. The training lasted through two fittings until finally the third one could be laced down fully closed each morning. Finally Ned was able to lace Timmy fully into the corset and over time his waist centered at a trim 22 inches! Ned liked the zipping sound the tight white silk laces made as he cinched Timmy down in the morning, the white corset becoming snug and then tight as it shined in the light exemplifying Timmy's now unmistakably feminine curves. Timmy's long lashes fluttered, he breathed deeply through his gloss red lips as he felt Ned sinking deeper and deeper. Until finally, Ned was grinding tight and all the way inside! Timmy thought of his lifestyle mostly during his "wifely-duties" the aspect of this now feminized life that couldn't be avoided. He lived in a multi-million dollar house, drove a hugely expensive ladies colored car, lunched with his lady friends, shopped at the best women's shops and dressed each and every day in vintage feminine clothes and spent his required time getting proper hair sets, manicures and pedicures as well as full body waxings, training and being kept like some kind of feminine champion. He was a hostess when need be and when alone with Ned he'd become the total, vintage housewife Ned wanted in every way. The feminine demeanor and appearance, totally smooth now, the vintage feminine clothes, the full woman's lifestyle and then the full hair sets and make up and jewelry with the classic woman's perfume. Timmy's head spun again as his mind raced, there simply were no remaining male thoughts. With his now constant and unrelenting feminine lifestyle there simply wasn't the time! Just as Madge had planned and just as Ned was manitaining. And with the maid service all he had to do was be the perfect, prim and proper feminine vintage housewife for his husband! He imagined the pleasure Madge must feel whenever she imagined his now full and totally feminized lifestyle and him performing his "wifely-duties." Ned's pleasured moans began as the "pat-pat-pat" slapping sound began to echo through the large quiet dining room. As Ned's full strokes forced his hips to slap tight to Timmy's. Timmy rocked and teetered, gasping at the sensation as he leaned over the table, the stiletto heels twitching on tip-toes now as he felt the tight stretching, the lubricated tightness of his custom designed vagina designed to keep a man, his husband Ned satisfied. The dress and taffeta slips rustled again as Timmy's dangle earrings swung and he gasped through the gloss red lipstick, his long lashes fluttering at the feminizing sensation. Timmy grimaced and then gasped again until he began to grunt involuntarily "ungh-ungh-ungh" at Ned's full thrusts! He hunched over Timmy holding him close now, in total pleasure, humping in long full thrusts now. The dangling ball sack swinging between Timmy's smooth nylon stockinged legs, bouncing and glancing, brushing against the smooth and shiny tightly gartered stocking welt tops. This was sex, sex with Timmy as the woman now, for real. And it was very, very real! He gasped as he felt his tight vagina involuntarily twitch and contract due to Ned's steady thrusting. The years of female hormones had indeed done their work. Ned began to squeeze and knead Timmy's breasts as they jiggled at the front of his dress. Then he held the tiny corseted waist once again and kept up the rhythm. "Mmmmm. That's it baby. All dolled up nice and pretty just like a proper lady. A proper housewife. Keep that pretty mind right now, gonna get you feeling nice and feminine, keep you feeling just like a lady. Mmmmmmm," Ned cooed, assuring with a pleasured satisfied feeling as Timmy's vagina twitched again tightly around Ned's vein engorged erection. "Yes. All nice and feminine every day now, a married housewife, and how I enjoy making you feel like a lady. Isn't that right princess? Hummm? Feels so good doesn't it?" he added. "Get you feeling just like a woman," he went on as Timmy gasped and continued his "ungh- ungh-ungh's" as his head spun. And then Ned pulled Timmy closer and tighter still! Timmy grunted and gasped open mouthed now as his head spun. This was the feminine limit! He was performing his wifely duties' just like a woman and there was absolutely no doubt. Ned's ball sack pulled up slightly and Timmy felt him swelling even larger inside as Ned moaned with pleasure once again. And then Ned became weak at the knees and issued a stuttering gasp as Timmy felt the first twitch! And then he felt Ned's violent spasms! The spurting, the shooting, the jetting now as the ropes of the thick white sperm began filling Timmy's tight little vagina. He laid over Timmy until the spasms subsided then stroked a few more final times then began to pull out. He reached over to the drawer of the large dish cabinet. He took out a tube like object wrapped in white paper. "Go ahead," Ned gasped as he handed the object to Timmy. Timmy grimaced as he peeled away the paper to reveal a woman's pink tampon applicator. Ned slid out now, his dangling member quickly becoming soft in the cool room air. He then watched Timmy. A drop of his sperm was at the opening of the pouting vagina. Ned smiled with satisfaction as Timmy's head spun as he pushed the pink applicator deep inside. Timmy gasped as he pushed the applicator all the way in then pulled it back out to reveal only the braided white string that remained. This was the culmination of the feminine lifestyle and truly Timmy's feminine limit. Timmy had performed his ladylike duties once again. He put his ladies white nylon panties back on then tugged and pulled up the heavily paneled vintage panty girdle until it was tight and smooth once again. Ned pulled up his pants and buttoned and re-zipped them as Timmy smoothed his nylon stockings then swished his slips down and smoothed the layers of his nylon chiffon dress. Both exhausted now. Timmy could feel the tampon inside, already swelling as he minced back into the kitchen where Ned poured two glasses of white blush wine. Ned satisfied that Timmy had taken his full manly load, the sperm still inside his feminine wife. Timmy prepared the pot roast dinner, a salad and sliced bread. Ned enjoyed seeing his very own June Cleaver mincing about the kitchen. They then had a quiet dinner. There was mention that Madge wanted to visit. Ned was all for her visiting for a few days but Timmy kept quiet without much enthusiasm. Ned felt the company might do Timmi good but Timmy knew the real score. Madge's work was more than done by now. She enjoyed her visits, and while Ned was at work or relaxing around the house there was always the "ladies talk" over coffee at the kitchen table. Her smiling pleasure at seeing Timmy mincing around limp wristed and totally feminized continue on just as she had envisioned. Giggling that the little swishing cross dresser that used to be her neighbor and sneak into her house to mince and preen while wearing her nylons, heels and stockings and lingerie was now paying his just dues. "There is no cure for cross dressing," Madge mentioned often. But she insisted that poor little Timmy was now quite cured. He was a woman now, a married woman and not only could he continue to dress and be feminine and ladylike that very lifestyle was now required of him fully. Living as a woman, sleeping in women's nightgowns and then dressing like a vintage housewife from morning till night each and every day. Timmy's head spun at the thought of Madge visiting and after Ned's attentions It always did after these sessions. He searched his mind for a manly thought again, any thread of a single manly thought. Kicking back in a T-shirt and jeans, having a beer, feeling his hair short and maybe a bit of stubble on his chin, and even walking in flat men's shoes. But in all the years of dressing and this now very different and very real new lifestyle and feeling the tightness of his vagina and the tampon the thoughts simply weren't there now, the memories had faded in the mists of time and after all the years of Madge's charm-school lessons, and dressing fully every day, always in heels and hose, with a fresh hair set and nails and heavy makeup at all times. And then the ladies lunches, the shopping for lingerie and heels and dresses, and only doing ladies things like being the hostess at a dinners at Ned's home now and then fully being a vintage housewife. Timmy was Timmi now, a female, a woman and housewife. Did he still enjoy dressing? Did he still enjoy the slippery feel and the zipping sound of those shiny vintage garter stockings? It wasn't just a once a week thing, trying on nylons or mincing in heels for fun anymore, this was daily and full time. A lifestyle. He'd acclimated to the full range of ladies clothing, there was nothing else for him to wear now. He'd have to learn to accept his situation because it was permanent. There would be no escape, Timmi was now Mrs. Nathanial Henderson.