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My husband and I had always been keen on charity work. We had done
sponsored head shaves, sponsored beard months (him anyway but rather modest
outcome!), sponsored walks, runs and swims, sponsored fasts, the ice bucket
challenge, sky dives, and pretty much anything you can think of that could
be sponsored.
Typically, we would give the money to cancer research as cancer was in my
family genes and we had lost several close relatives. Mainly breast cancer.
Chapter 1 - The Idea
We loved Ru Paul's drag race and had occasionally done some cos play. Hubby
made quite a good woman, he had never gone very far with the process but it
had been quite erotic and a lot of fun. I remember he made a passably good
Wonder Woman, the old one, not the new one. We went to a superhero themed
party, me as Cat Woman and him as Wonder Woman. Admittedly Batman and Cat
Woman would have made more sense but hey we liked to explore. We managed to
corset his waist in from 30" to 25" and I noticed he had a fairly slender
torso and quite wide hips, and combined with some silicon falsies he looked
very shapely. Very womanly in fact. There was a certain amount of
complaining involved as I recall, especially about the corset. "Us women
have to suffer for our beauty," I had chirped. After a bit of research, we
had taped his man boobs so they created a sense of cleavage. Even after
these fairly basic attempts at hair, make-up and outfits I could see he
could look good and even pass as a convincing female if he went all in. I
was seriously turned on by the thought. I had no idea I would respond in
that way, maybe I was a closet lesbian? Is that normal getting turned on by
your husband as a woman?
At the super hero party several people had actually spoken to him in ways
that indicated they thought he was female even though subsequently when we
discussed this topic he did not like to admit it. I could tell one guy kept
staring at him and clearly fancied him. Even this development only made me
horny. There was something about the shape of his face that suited a female
look. I don't know exactly why but I found him quite a turn on and we
danced and chatted in whole new way, commenting on what others were wearing,
make-up and hair and checking out each others curves. It was like having a
sister I never had or was that a lesbian lover? One I could make passionate
love to when we got home. Why was the sex so amazing? So, following these
brief flirtations I always thought he had potential as a woman and had even
thought about shopping trips, spar days, holidays, nail salons and fun
things we could do together if he went further. I actually fantasised about
taking him further and further. I was a touch intrigued to explore this
topic but he was not that keen. I think it threatened his masculinity, even
though I suspected deep down he was also interested, as after all not many
men would cross dress at all, let alone go out to a party and he did have
fun. I noticed he had even swayed his hips, flicked his hair and developed
one or two other female mannerisms.
We had been brain storming new sponsorship ideas that would attract interest
as well as the all-important sponsors. Half way through an episode of Ru
Paul's drag race I suggested half-jokingly that we could transform him into
a drag queen as a sponsorship challenge!?
We laughed at the idea but then he went slightly quiet. "You know what," he
said, "that could actually work." "Well, we would have to come up with some
rules," I replied. "How about you spend a whole day in drag for each $100
raised?" "That could work," wait he replied, "if we got $1,000 then that's
over week!" "Yes, that is how maths works." I laughed. "You are already
making remarks like a dizzy blond!" "Keep in mind though our best ever fund
raiser was $600, so I think we would be looking at a week tops." I re-
assured him.
"What about work?" He asked. "Well, if you bring them in on it, I do not
really see how they would mind as it is for a good cause, and you only work
behind the scenes, as a restaurant chain accountant." "It is not like you
are a waitress or something and some of them have seen you in drag already."
I did not really like to discuss the matter but at college I had had a
terrible crush on one of my girl friends and we had made out. Reflecting on
this now I realised I was probably "bi" and also it occurred to me that my
own husband bore a striking resemblance to this friend, I swallowed hard but
could not get the thought out of my mind. I was kind of falling in love
again but with a fantasy. The possibility that my husband could become my
lesbian lover. The one that got away. Yet at the same time I would get to
keep my husband. I was finding the whole idea very arousing and honestly
somewhat confusing.
"You seem to be getting turned on by this idea." I had been caressing him
and noticed that his little man was obviously aroused by the thought too.
"It is very kinky," he admitted. "I am just a bit concerned at having to go
for more than a day and also we could spend as much on clothes and make-up
as we raise too!" "I suggested we deduct reasonable costs from the
sponsorship money and make that clear in the small print and also invite
donations in-kind to help reduce the costs." Anyway after several hours, a
bottle of wine and a bit of love making it was agreed.
Chapter 2 - The Promotion
So, it was agreed. Sometimes those mad night before ideas vanish like the
morning mist but this one survived the harsh light of day. The crowdfunding
advert went:
"My lovely, sexy, straight husband has agreed to give up his manhood to help
fund research into breast cancer. How long he stays in drag is up to you!
For each $100 pledged he has agreed to spend a day in full drag queen
makeover, please give generously and make him suffer as a woman (he hates
corseting) so that other women do not have to." We added a section about
the rules we would follow and the payment in-kind option. And some photos
of his Wonder Woman look to attract interest.
We shared the link with our whole email address list, including family and
friends. I also created an advert in the form of a flier and delivered it
to all the residences and businesses in the area. Some of the stores agreed
to post the flier in their windows.
We set an 8-week period for the sponsors to commit. $260 was achieved
fairly quickly, mainly in 10s and 20s from our closer friends.
Chapter 3 - Things Get Complicated and a Darker Side Emerges
One of my friends said she would pay $200 if it was agreed he would wear
heels with a minimum of 5 inches throughout the period. I discussed it with
him and this was a good addition. "The only problem is," he mused, "if we
accept that deal it would mean 4 1/2 days wearing very high heels, do you
think I could even manage that height?" "I don't know,...probably" I
replied. "You are only 5'7" so I guess 5" is not too extreme." "Also," I
reasoned, "You always like it if I wear heels so if I agree to do the same
we should be a similar height and also I can share in your challenge." "Ok,
agreed" he said. "Maybe you should start practicing?!" We ordered some
sexy platform peep toe platforms, next day delivery. "A bit of a cheat" I
explained. "They do have 5" heels although effectively only 4" with the 1"
platform, so these should be easier to manage." They arrived and he tried
some panty hose so that the heels slid on nicely. He was a bit unsteady but
with a little practice he seemed to be coping. "They look a bit odd
sticking out below my jeans" he observed. "And my hairy legs don't help!"
"Yes, you really need longer flared jeans or a skirt and smooth legs to pull
off that look." I advised. "Ideally red toe nails too!" Life was already
going a little strange as there I was giving my hubby advice on women's
fashion and grooming so "he" would look better as a woman. "You have good
legs though!" I observed.
The offer and our acceptance showed in the discussion on the website link.
Inspired by that, I think, it was not long before another one of my
contacts, one who I always thought did not really like me, offered another
$200 if he wore artificial gel nails at least 1/2" long with bright red nail
polish. We discussed this addition, "the nails would cost around $40 for a
good set", I advised, and decided although not easy, it was something he
could adapt to although now nearly a week in drag with heels and talons any
diva would die for. It was only afterwards I vaguely recalled me having a
conversation with this friend when I may have implied her nails were a bit
vampy. I decided this information was best kept to myself as I was pretty
sure the donation was revenge for that remark. As with the shoes he
reasoned I should join him in the challenge.
Emma, another lady friend offered $200 if he would stay corseted 24/7 and
clarified it meant except for baths and showers, and a further $200 if he
could keep his waist below 23 inches. Again, we accepted this but my mind
went back to a conversation I had had with her, something about dieting if I
recalled. Things were taking a slightly sinister turn. Nick also observed
that keeping his waist corseted would be quite a challenge and below 24
inches even more so. "You have done if before," I said, encouragingly.
"An odd one though if you think about it. If I make the dimension my reward
is two days longer in corsets." He observed. "Two days longer in high
heels and two days longer with diva nails and wearing a dress." "Don't you
think this is getting a bit weird?." He pointed out that I had a 24" inch
waist and he would only agree if I aimed for 20" too. So another joint
endeavour. It looked like my husband and I were going to spend about a week
strutting around like a pair of hookers or glam models. I was getting so
turned on.
A local newspaper picked up on our sponsored event as a local interest
piece. "Brave local man offers to give up his manhood for a good cause.
How long will you make him suffer? The article read. Nick was starting to
get concerned, the publicity was great but we quickly increased to $2,330.
"That's over 3 weeks in drag!" He fretted. "Yes, maths was always a strong
point of yours, I laughed." "This is not funny!" He retorted. "Well it
kind of is" I said. "Just think I will have my very own live in girlfriend,
or maid? We can go on girly shopping trips together!" He did not look
pleased. "You do realise" he pleaded, "that's 3 weeks wearing ? inch nails
and high heels!?." "Yes" I replied, and don't forget the corset" "you can
really go all out and enjoy the full experience." I noticed he was blushing
and his little man look exited. "Amy, this is going way too far, I think we
should back out." "No way" I said. "We would be letting down all these
people now and you would be known as a local let-down and coward, the
newspaper would be bound to pick up on it." "Anyway, the website has some
fairly serious clauses about backing out unless there are particular
reasons. You cannot back out just because you change your mind, we could be
sued, especially by Jane or Emma who I am pretty sure only pledged the heel,
nail and corset things to get at me." "Don't forget I am joining you in the
challenge!" Actually I was getting concerned about this too as I was going
to like a right tart too.
One of Nick's work colleagues who I knew fancied me offered $1,000 if he
could go out on a joint date with us, so we went well over the month mark.
I suspect he thought that if Nick was essentially a woman, he would have a
better shot at me. Again, a point best not shared, and also, I realised he
was on the wrong track and could not have known how turned on I was by Nick
as a woman. In fact he would be paying for Nick to turn me on for more than
a week longer. I was happy. Nick, less so.
Chapter 4 - Nick Tries to Back Out
Nick pointed out that kitting him out for 4 weeks" worth of en femme would
not be that cheap so the plan was just not viable. We need not have
worried. Keen to get in on the act a local beauty parlour donated a full
makeover worth $500 and another $500 in cash - 5 weeks now, and he would
look even more convincing. The story was becoming a local talking point and
other businesses wanted in. A lingerie store, several clothes store, shoe
shops, jewellers, even a sex shop. Various modelling commitments and photo
rights were built into these offers." $6,578." Nick gasped. "That's more
than 2 months! I will practically be a full-time woman! A model at that.
What next? Breasts!"
Well it was funny he should have said that. Picking up on the breast cancer
angle, I think, the following days more money was pledged and then,
shockingly, a cosmetic surgery offered $8,000 and free breast implants. "No
way." He said. "Well you like breasts?" I pointed out helpfully. "Yes, I
like your breasts, on a woman, I am a man!" "Well technically" I reasoned,
"you are not going to be a man for a while and the more convincing you are
the easier that might be. Also, I am finding the thought of you have
breasts, seriously arousing. You do realise we could squish our breasts
together! Also, the range of clothing you could go for would be far
greater." "And don't forget the original Wonder Woman costume has a bustier
and so you could really perfect the look!" I clicked to accept the offer, he
was so angry, but he was also terribly aroused and I knew him well enough to
know when he was only pretending to protest.
Then a lip filler offer from a cosmetic enhancement clinic. "Crumbs,
cocksucker lips!" I jibed. "Click." "agreed." "You too" he insisted.
"Ok."
Chapter 5 - The Success We Dreamed of?
Things escalated, the idea of a man giving up his manhood, having breast
implants for breast cancer charity was big news,....regional and then
national news actually. Slowly but surely more papers started running the
story, then TV, then interview requests. $84,375. "Nearly 3 yrs!" Nick
was white, I think the blood had drained out of him. I had to admit going
from 3 weeks to 3 yrs was quite a jump. "Looking on the positive side," I
said encouragingly, "this will give you time to recover from the breast
surgery and make it more worthwhile." "that's a ridiculous advantage" he
protested.
Only 2 weeks to run, but the campaign had gone viral. Feminist groups found
it fascinating that a man would step into their shoes, literally, and to
help their kind, even experiencing breast surgery. We checked again,
$163,582. About 5 yrs.
Then, amongst 100's of smaller offers, an offer came in from a TV producer
specialising in documentaries. $100,000 pledge to allow them to cover the
story in full and turn her experiences into a programme or mini-series.
They would pay her $200,000 personally too and also mentioned unspecified
medical support. What's with the "her'" Nick protested. Well I guess they
are trying to be supportive and I suppose after nearly 10 yrs living as a
woman you might actually decide to become one." "$200,000 is not that much
over ten yrs but you might be able to stop work or afford more clothes." I
said ironically.
Whilst Nick was still unsure, the whole thing had gathered too much
momentum. He was becoming a national hero/heroine, how could he back out?
Women's shows and other interview shows wanted to have him on, papers and
magazines wanted the story and photo rights, it was crazy. Nick realised
this was actually a turning point in his life. It would be a major thing to
pull out but an even more major thing to continue. Our curiosity was still
there though and in theory he could possibly do a month and then pull out if
there were medical complications, although he would go from hero to zero if
he did, and I think we would be potentially bankrupted by lawsuits too.
Chapter 6 - Curiosity Killed the Cat
We had done some prepping too. Nick had tried various outfits, shaved, his
legs and practiced tucking his penis and so on. We were finding the
experience extremely erotic and our love making had been intense. Our sex
life had never been better. The publicity and ultimate sporting and brave
male image - well, male to female image, were one thing but the process was
also taking our marriage in new directions which we loved. So it reached a
stage when there was simply no going back and Nick resigned himself to the
task ahead. He would be a hero, or possibly a heroin, only time would tell.
It got to the point that Nick became rather distant and quiet and he told me
just to accept anything that seemed reasonable and let him know at the end.
So, the sponsorship window closed and this was the summary:
1) $387,459 or 10yrs, 223 days.
2) trips to the salon for a makeover and then maintenance every 2 weeks.
3) permanent make up.
4) full laser hair removal.
5) breast implants and hormone treatment if wanted.
6) Adam's apple shave.
7) lip fillers.
8) permanent eye lash extensions.
9) hair extensions.
10) 265 pieces on lingerie ranging from corsets to suspenders and stockings.
11) vouchers for about $30,000 of women's clothing. 11 prom dresses, 37
pairs of high heel shoes and boots. A range of latex and pvc fetish wear
and sex toys, including several strap ons!
12) tattoos.
13) ear piercing and a range of earrings and jewellery.
14) 13 handbags (better than my collection, I planned to borrow some!).
15) hypnotherapy.
16) gold glitter iPhone.
17) subscription to various women's magazines, some of which he would
feature in.
18) a large array of cosmetics, perfumes and home beauty treatments.
19) professional modelling photo sessions.
20) pink super mini car with fluffy pink interior. (This was sponsored by a
women's health and general insurance provider so it had "Driven by Women for
Women" written on both sides with their famous company logo, an hourglass
female figure next to it. A clause of accepting the gift and the $10,000
donation was that it would become "her" main vehicle.)
21) Wedding ceremony with dresses and makeovers for us both.
22) Romantic honeymoon to Venice.
Basically, everything a young woman could dream of. Nick was in shock.
Things had taken a seriously unexpected turn. A week in drag had basically
morphed into a full sex change. Well full with the option of retaining his
little man. Even that idea, which had never seemed even a possibility, now
seemed to be an actual question. He would be a full-time woman for the
foreseeable future and it was very hard to know whether after that length of
time he would return to "a he" or transition fully to "a she" or maybe just
linger in the "shemale" state.
"Well we can't call you Nick." I pointed out. "Nikki would be the obvious
choice!" "I like Zoe" he said. He had obviously given the matter some
thought. "That way we are Amy and Zoe, the A to Z couple and after-all we
would cover all basis."
I swallowed hard. Did he know or was this just a coincidence? You see
"Zoe" was my one-time lesbian lover from college.
Ok, "hello Zoe."
The trip to the salon was the first hurdle. To go in drag or just change
there. With the practice we had been doing, we decided he could go in drag.
Anyway if he did not, then he would be in his male clothes and after the
make-over he would look a bit strange leaving the salon. Of course, this
outing was all filmed. "How did he feel?" Etc, etc.
The makeover took all day. Laser hair removal, plucking of eyebrows,
tanning, hair extensions, haircut and styling (bangs with wavy tresses),
hand and toe manicure, eyelash extensions. Ears pierced. The permanent
makeup was to be held until he had decided his style,...her style.
He looked amazing and would definitely pass as a woman. After further
discussion between myself and the stylist, the stylist suggested we could go
a little further. Nick or rather Zoe agreed, somewhat resigned to his fate
by now.
His hair was dyed with the nearest thing they had to a permanent dye. His
natural hair colour was brown/brunette. It came time to unveil the change
and I positioned him in front of the mirror with his eyes closed. He was
shocked but delighted to find he had dark purple hair. This had the
advantage that it was only a colour women ever wore, and so removed all
doubt as to his new gender. He was all woman now. I thought it also made
him look extremely sexy. We could not believe how awesome he looked. He
would make a great female model or drag queen, shemale or woman. I have to
say I was also looking fairly vampy with my small waist, long nails, high
heels, eyelash extensions and very plump lips.
Nick's male wardrobe was cleared out but we realised the clothes were
nothing special and "she" might as well go all in given the length of the
sponsorship, so off they went to the local charity store. The house had no
male clothing left in it. Just knickers, corselettes, bras, skirts dresses,
high heels and women's stretch jeans, blouses, leotards, etc. It was a
turning point. Her wardrobes had to be extended and we turned the spare
room into Zoe's own special dressing room as she had a vast and growing
collection of clothes and accessories, far larger than mine, I had my eye on
various items and planned to borrow some.
6 weeks later Zoe was fully formed. 24-inch waist following corsetting and
dieting, the two tend to go together, lower rib removal helped, beautiful
breasts, pleasing face with no Adam's apple and what can only be described
as cocksucker lips. Zoe was walking well in 5-inch heels, with or without
platform now, and was developing a pleasing sway as she walked. As well as
shopping trips, she was even enjoying coming to girly dates with my closer
friends. On one occasion we bumped into Jane and Emma who of course gushed
at Zoe's nails and waist (and mine) which they had personally sponsored.
"How many weeks has he had to agree to stay like this?," Emma asked, pleased
her plan had worked. "Over 10 yrs" I replied. "Doesn't she look
fabulous!?" I added. They expected her and me to be annoyed, but Zoe
beamed with pleasure and gratitude and I beamed with pride and my thoughts
of the steamy sex we were having. Both Jane and Emma looked vaguely annoyed
as their plan to ruin my husband had sort of worked but sort of backfired
too. I could see the confusion and a touch of jealousy on their faces as
they realised our pleasure and continued closeness and no doubt also
digested the fact that Zoe was in a different league to them in the female
beauty department which was a touch ironic in my view.
The hypnosis was interesting as Zoe was helped to love everything feminine
and afterwards wanted only to be a girly as possible. She seemed more
inherently female. She started squealing like a girl at anything that
looked fab feminine, and our shopping trips were a lot of fun. Her
mannerisms and speech became more girly. She loved makeup, long nails, high
heeled shoes, tight figure-hugging clothes, figure hugging corsets, anything
pink, purple, lilac or sparkly, and racy lacy underwear of course. We
decided lilac or purple were her colours as they matched her new hair and we
even got some contact lenses in purple to accentuate the look further for
parties or special occasions.
She had some great tattoos, several cherub female angel like creatures woven
on her upper right arm, again, all in pinks and purples, and a "Zoe for
Ever" tattoo across her lower back with flowers. She also decided to get a
Wonder Woman tattoo about 4 inches high on high on her other upper arm to
remind her of how it all started. On her ankle she had a heart with "Amy
and Zoe for ever, the A to Z love story."
Zoe gained minor celebrity status, spoke at women's events and had
interviews galore. She wrote articles and became something of a feminist in
my view. She could of course speak with experience about women with breast
surgery who needed replacement breasts and what that was like.
She even appeared as a judge on the Ru Paul show. All in OTT full on drag
splendour of course. She wore her Wonder Woman costume in 1 scene, an
amazing 18" waist now. She could show off her sensational curves, real
breasts and cleavage, tiny waist, model face and cocksucker lips of course.
She was quite a sensation. Personally I think there is something about men
in drag, they make such an effort they often look far better, more super
sexy and more fantastically feminine than ordinary women.
She carried on with her restaurant job in between various modelling and
other free-lance opportunities. The restaurant increasingly wanted her
front of house where she could be seen, and she tended to appear in their
promotional material. She did do some waitressing, for promotional work,
very good tips, and she tried some cabaret singing which gave her an excuse
to wear her prom dresses and other amazingly feminine and daring outfits.
Her favourite was a full length figure hugging lilac sequin gown with a
small train and what was effectively a hobble skirt. She could not really
walk properly when wearing it and joked I would be able to catch her more
easily as she could not escape my attention. I noticed that this gown and
her overall look caused men to stop and stare, their mouths kind of dropped
open and certainly this was a dress that would stop traffic.
To begin with she was a local sensation and controversial celebrity but as
things developed, more of an actual female icon, local media and fashion
star, and LGBT icon and star. It was interesting that she was increasingly
regarded as female although the LGBT community obviously remembered her
origins.
The TV docudrama was a minor hit but fame like that does not really last.
Nick's name was legally changed to make life easier.
Our sex life just went from strength to strength, strap on, nipple play,
even bondage. She loved to be tightly secured and at my mercy but I felt
the same and we switched roles as the mood took us. We had remote butt
plugs and could tweak each other as part of any arguments, for fun or just
to let each other know we were thinking of them when we were not together.
I would give her a quick vibrate and she would text me "wiggling" or
"later".
I actually had to up my game as Zoe was so feminine and beautiful, I started
to develop my female side further due to the competition and encouragement.
I carried on with the lip fillers and the heels and nails as promised. I
even got my own waist down to 18" so we looked serious hot when we sashayed
down the street or at the mall. When we were out together we attracted a
lot of male attention, clattering along in our high heels and we even seemed
to walk with matching hips sways. But we were happy with each other and the
males had to look but not touch.
The years have flown by and neither Zoe or I are counting the days. The
idea we would go back is just not a topic. Castration or SRS might be a
topic, but I love my shemale just as she is. She has taken some hormones to
give her a little more shape, softer skin and looks "all woman" until she
takes her knickers off when she still looks all woman with a little
something extra.
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