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20-5-69-3-2-32-14-17 I had used these numbers every week to play the
local lottery for the last three years. Sunday afternoon I was in my
usual place, curled up on the couch with a book. The TV droning on in the
background. Casually I looked at my toes and noticed that I had smudged
the freshly applied polish, damn. Then I saw that the numbers were being
pulled...20, 5, 69, 3, holy cow I have never gotten four numbers
before..2, 32, my heart began to race, 14 oh my, 150 million dollars are
in my grasp! Polish be damned, I hopped up my hands clutched in
anticipation...28. Argh, so close but so far, but wait isn't there a
prize of 5 or 6 thousand for seven numbers? I will have to stop at the
store and check on the way to work tomorrow I thought, hmm with five
thousand I could have a nice little vacation this year. Refocusing on my
toes I decided to remove the polish from the offending toe and fix it.
5 am sharp my alarm began to go off, groaning I decided no snooze button
today. Stumbling into the bathroom I flick on the light and cringe as my
eyes adjust, sitting down to potty I notice that the hem of my nighty has
begun to come down, I guess I will be doing some sewing this week. I sigh
and step out of my panties, leaving them on the bathroom floor in
anticipation of a shower. Looking in the mirror I am overcome with
emotions, as I am most work mornings. Staring back at me is not the
middle age woman I like to portray, but a middle aged man, with a
somewhat feminine haircut in a cotton night gown, and he needs to shave.
True, his body is kept smooth; legs, chest, arms, underarms, even his
pubic area is smooth. His ears are pierced and his browse are neatly
trimmed, not a feminine arch but clean to seem almost androgynous, but
still he is a man in a night dress. You see I am a crossdresser,
transgender if you choose. I don't see myself as being in the wrong body
(I don't think) I just really enjoy looking, dressing and acting feminine
in my private life from time to time. Actually I don't even do it as
often as I did at one time. I have a full female wardrobe, dresses,
lingerie, shoes and make up and almost every weekend at some point I find
my female persona enjoying her day, but that has slowed down due to work
and family.
At about 8 am I stop at the local mini mart to grab a coffee and suddenly
remember my ticket. I hand it over to the clerk, and say I wonder just
how much it is worth. As he puts it into the machine a message comes up
to contact the state lottery office. Puzzled he makes a phone call. The
voice on the other end asks to speak to me personally. A week later, I
find myself at home staring at my bank balance in awe, $250, 000 and one
cent is staring back at me. Now I know what you are saying it is a nice
sum but you can retire on it, which did not stop me from quitting my dead
end job as a computer tech at a large box store that very afternoon. So
now I had to decide what to do. A new car? Maybe. Clothing? Yes, for
sure, but what else, and then my mind turned to a story I had read on
fictionmania, a TG story site, in which a lottery winner had used his
winnings to go on a vacation as a woman, living the entire time as her.
Of course in the story he falls in love and stays a woman and it is all
by choice, but the idea started to get me thinking; I could do the same
thing, but where would I go? Laughing to myself I said but what would
really be fun is if I could just skip the vacation and live as a man's
wife right away. I mean a true real life experience, keep house, cook
and travel as his partner, to take his name and give up my identity.
That last thought was like a jolt of electricity. How amazing would it
be to one day be a male, with a male life, male name, relationships and
responsibilities and then the next day he is gone and I am a different
person completely. A woman, with a female name, her life overnight. To
take her husband's last name and identity. To really be perfect it would
have to be legal in every sense of the law. There would have to be
consequences for trying to revert. For some reason the thought of being
forced to do it appealed to me, a lot! I mean on a temporary basis, like
for a month it would be a great experiment. No long term effects, just
an experience. Slowly I started to drift off to sleep, maybe a bit
longer would be better.
5 am the alarm again. Wait I don't have to get up, oh well a bath sounds
nice. Swinging my legs out of bed I am greeted by the sensation of the
baby doll nighty I was wearing. Smiling I feel great that I can do this
every night for the foreseeable future if I choose. Stepping into the
bubbles the word choice pops into my head. Do I really want a choice?
As I slide under the water I realize no I don't, but how do I take that
choice away? Ah, my fantasy from last night comes up again. Standing in
front of my mirror with a towel wrapped around my torso like a woman,
another on my head holding my wet hair. I decide brow shaping is in order
and why not. Almost like a metaphor as my brows become thinner and take
shape so is a plan materializing and taking shape. Stepping back from
the mirror I am pleased, my hair is freshly dried and styled into a page
boy, my brows are arched and feminine, no hiding them, and a choice I
just gave up. I slip into a pair of plain black bikini cut panties, pull
a camisole over my head trying to not upset my hair too much. I tug on a
pair of skinny jeans and top it off with a dress shirt that is a size too
big, a gift from an ex. Leaving it untucked with the cuffs undone I feel
it presents a nice androgynous look, almost like a woman wearing her
husband's shirt. No socks and a pair of women's penny loafers. Him this
is the new andro male me I guess. Out the door I go to a meeting with a
lawyer that will change my life for a short time, at least that is what I
thought.
Two months later it is New Year's Eve, and I am sitting in a conference
room looking at stack of papers. "Now Mr. Andrews we need to make sure
that you completely understand that the documents and contracts in from
of you are binding and legal, which is what you asked for." "Also per
your request we have built in some provisions for stiff penalties should
you try to breach the agreements." "There are a few things we added
without your knowledge, also at your request." "Having said that, my
partners and I strongly recommend that you do not proceed as you intend
and sign them without reading them." "We understand your, let us say
proclivity for being forced into this, but we truly think this is too
large a decision to enter into without full knowledge."
Picking up the top paper, I read, I Sean Andrews being of sound mind and
body do hereby, I stop and look out the window, a bird is flying by.
Rising, I say please excuse me while I use the rest room. Stepping in
front of the mirror, I see that my hair is now down to my shoulders, my
face is smooth even without makeup do to laser treatments, another choice
I gave up. The red plaid blouse, my black slacks that end at the ankle,
exposing a pair of red socks and black Keds. Smiling I decide it is only
for three months, I reach down and slipping off a shoe and pulling off my
sock, to show my black pantyhose covered foot. Reaching into my bag I
pull out a pair of red ballet flats. I slide my foot in and repeat the
process on my other foot. Looking in the mirror I put on some lipstick
and put in a pair of hoop earrings. When I renter the conference room I
am greeted with quick double takes then smiles.
"Very well gentlemen lets sign shall we?" One of the partners comes to
my side of the table and very professionally turns to a page marked with
a paper clip. "Please sign your full name here." He turns to the next
page, "Now please sign the name you see here as best you can on the
line." Almost too naturally I sign Amy Tiffany Nicole. He then picks up
a notary and embosses the forms. "Your name is now legally Amy Tiffany
Nicole." Sitting back I ask well it is only for the duration of this
contract right. "No Sir, as you asked we added some things, this is not
temporary, you have just legally changed your name to Amy permanently,
unless you have a judge change it back, which will invoke the damage
clauses, shall we stop here then? We warned you to read it all." This
scared the hell out of me, but I also noticed that my nipples were
suddenly as hard as bullets. "No gentleman lets continue, but please
don't explain anymore signatures as we go, only when all is done." "Very
well, but from here on please use your new legal signature"
After signing more documents than I can count, at some point they started
referring to me as Mrs. Nicole or Ma'am, having to surrender my birth
certificate, SSN card, my car keys, house keys and any identification. I
was done. Standing up, all but one person filed out of the room. He was
Mr. Johnson. "Mrs. Nicole I will be your liaison and the person to
ensure that for the duration of our contract you follow it to the letter
of the law. Now follow me please a car is waiting to take you to your
hotel for the evening. A copy of the documents will be provided to you
before we leave, tomorrow your new life starts fully." Startled I asked
what about my house, my car, my belongings, everything I own to include
my money? "Ma'am those things below to Sean Andrews, you are not that
person, you have never been that person, so it makes no sense that you
would have possession of his items and life." "A year from now on this
day we will reevaluate your status on whether you are to become him."
Suddenly I felt trapped, "I did not expect this to happen like this"
"Johnson then smirked, don't worry your head Amy, your husband will
provide all you need, now please get your bag we need to go. Oh and I
highly suggest you read this packet now that it is your life." With that
he took my arm and led me to the door.
Shaking from as much excitement as fear I plucked a pill from the wheel
marked number "1" there were 29 more of them, per one of the forms I had
signed I was now taking my daily birth control pill so as not to become
pregnant with my husband. Rubbing my upper arm absently from the dull
ache of the time release estrogen capsule now residing under the muscle I
shuddered again. After Mr. Johnson had dropped me off at the Days Inn,
apparently we were not very well off, with instructions to be ready by 9
am dressed in the outfit in the closet, I spent the next hour reading
what I had done to myself. Per my instructions, as they kept saying, the
lawyers had drawn up a rather extensive contract for a much longer period
than I had expected with severe repercussions should I not complete it.
The short hand version was as follows: 1. my name is now Amy Tiffany
Nicole. 2. I had petitioned the court last month and had been awarded as
of today a change of gender to female, this included a new birth
certificate showing a child born to Linda Adams, Father unknown as a girl
named Amy Tiffany Adams. Adams now being my maiden name. The thought
that I now legally had a maiden name made me tingle a little. 3. I
married Jeffery Donald Nicole in a civil ceremony last month in Las
Vegas, complete with marriage license and both our signatures. All of
that, while incredible, was rather mundane really, but what followed was
not. 4. I was to never wear a pair of pants or even shorts. My husband
felt that a traditional woman was to always be in skirts and hosiery, so
stockings or pantyhose were now a daily thing. I had asked if I could
be in a traditional role, not expecting this much. 5. I was not to seek
employment outside of the house, with the exception of local charity
work, of which I was required to be part of monthly. 6. While not
required to service my husband sexually it was expected that I would
project romantic intentions towards him when ever in his presence i.e.
kisses good morning and when I greeted him after work. In public I was
to hold his hand or arm. We would sleep in the same bed, but sex was
only if mutually agreed upon (thank god!), but I would perform felatio at
least once a week if we did not engage in intercourse. My husband had
needs a wife should service. (I was really getting scared reading this
part) 7. At no time was I to contradict a decision my husband made. I
was to always defer to his judgment. 8. I was to cook, clean and keep
our home. Yes, my name was on the house but only as a benefactor should
something happen to him. 9. I was to at all time dress, talk, walk,
gesture and conduct myself as feminine as possible. I would never
exhibit a male trait ever, or my husband could punish me. There was no
explanation of what that entailed. 10. After an initial subdermal
implant on day 1 of the contract I would continue my birth control
regime. 11. Should my husband choose minor feminization procedures, SRS
not included, I was to agree fully (see rule 7). 12. If at any time it
is deemed that I have violated any rule within this agreement I forfeit
the right to any and all of Sean Andrews assets to include bank accounts
and all documents will be forwarded to the state attorney general's
office to bring felony charges of fraud due to the new birth certificate,
name change and gender change were obtained under false pretenses. Of
which I signed documents stating this. Minimum penalties by law of
$50,000 fine and 5 years in prison, maximum $100,000 and 15 years in
prison. 13. The contract expires in one year (not three months as I
requested) from the 1st of January. At which time Mrs. Nicole will then
be presented with all documents held in trust to destroy as she sees fit
to mitigate prosecution. All of Mr. Andrews's assets will be
transferred to Mrs. Nicole solely and she can seek divorce and
name/gender change if she chooses without fear of prosecution or
retaliation. 13 rules, that I now was bound to. Even the things I did
not ask for, like the extended time was covered by my instructions to add
things to "trap" me into the life. I had asked to be a new person and
now I was.
As the Laura Ashley prairie dress settled over my pantyhose covered
thighs, falling to mid calf, I caught myself loving the feel of it. I
slid my feet into the little white flats I was provided, luxuriating in
the feel of nylon on leather I was loving that this was all I owned.
Looking one last time in the mirror to check my eyes, no smudges after my
tears, I picked up my purse and overnight bag and headed to the lobby to
meet my husband for the first time. A few months ago I had been a man
that won a lottery prize, now I was a married woman, oh gawd what had I
done?
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