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Janet L. Stickney
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We ran off together when we were 18, set up house, and began our lives
together. Things went along fine, but we were struggling to make ends
meet, like most other newly wed young couples making their way in the
world. We had left very little behind, Kim had a mother that was
overworked and underpaid, a woman that was drifting towards the bottle as
time took it's toll and her looks faded. My family consisted of one
sister that had married to get away, a father that had a small appliance
repair shop and a mother that worked as a waitress. They didn't miss me
much when I left either. Kim and I had very little, so we spent lots of
time together, which was fine with me. Working in a small shop, I had one
of those jobs with no future, except to look forward to one dreary day
after another, but it helped pay the bills, while Kim worked in an office
as a clerk. Not one person saw it coming when it happened. The boss
simply walked up and handed us our checks, telling us the plant was
moving "off shore, to make use of cheaper labor"! By the time I got home
I had figured out that the only way I was going to get another job was to
move, because the plant I was working at was the biggest in the area, and
with so many people laid off, and because we didn't have any kids to
support, it was obvious that I didn't have a chance to get a job even if
an opening did appear.
Kim listened, almost breaking into tears when she came to the same
conclusion I did. After a few days of staying at home, Kim and I were
talking about our future when...
"I know what this is going to sound like, but hear me out," she said
softly. As she went through it, one step at a time, I was shocked,
stunned that she thought of it, and also, afraid because maybe she was
right. "Remember," she went on, "when we got you all dressed up for that
party at Alice's? And nobody knew who you were? Well, you also know as
well as I do that I have always wanted to be a guy, have the freedom guys
have, wear clothes that aren't so restrictive, be able to get ready in a
few minutes, and best of all, have people take me seriously for a change.
Things that guys take for granted! I'm always the aggressor when we make
love, with me on top and you under me, right? Well...if we have to
move...I... I want to be the guy when we go!"
Kim had always dressed a bit butch I guess, but she was all woman, that
was for sure, and proved it often, and quite well I might add! I was well
aware of her views about guys, how she thought we always had it made,
often telling me that she wished she had been a guy and why. I always
thought she was nuts. She never wore anything the least bit frilly, but
we didn't argue about it since I always knew she was all girl. Kim was
working on her degree part time, paid for by the company she worked for
and we both knew that when she graduated she was going to make a lot more
money than I ever would! We also knew that as a guy, she would probably
make even more, but that would mean that I would be... what?
"But what would...we would be two guys living together? Is that what
you're saying?"
"No silly! When I get my degree there's an excellent chance that I'll get
a good job, but as a guy, well, I'll need to have the perfect little wife
if I want to get promoted won't I? And like I said, we already know how
you look as a girl, and besides that, if I remember right, you got really
turned on when you dressed up as a girl! Besides, after seeing how you
looked and everyone's reaction at that party, why not try it again?" Kim
sat there while I chewed on what she said, then... "How many times have I
told you I wanted to be a guy," she asked?
"A lot I guess, but I don't know why, from where I sit you girls are the
ones that have it made!"
"See! I was right!" Kim said excitedly. "You think we girls have it made,
and I think the same thing about guys! Tell you what. You let me get you
all fixed up, I'll make myself look like a guy, then we'll go somewhere
and see what happens. Okay?"
I knew that Kim liked to dress up as a guy and go out, we had even done
it together a few times, but I had only dressed up like a girl that one
time! Kim and I are about the same size, although I'm a tad taller, so I
was able to wear most of her clothes, and in fact, when we went to that
party, I wore her clothes. With that smile of hers and a bit of playful
cajoling, I eventually agreed to let her get me all fixed up, but flatly
refused to accept the notion that I was going to become her "wife", and
made that very clear. The next day she and I got up early, and she
proceeded to direct my transformation, starting with me sitting in the
tub and shaving everything from my face to my arms and legs. I drew the
razor across my skin, but my mind was on the girl I had become the last
time she helped me get dressed up. I had worn a mini skirt and peasant
blouse, my hair down but with barrettes to hold it back, and heels. It
was true, what she said about nobody knowing who I was, I even got hit on
twice by some friends of mine! In retrospect it was funny, but it was
that other thing that bothered me the most. What she said about being her
wife? There wasn't any doubt in my mind that Kim could look like a guy,
she was a bit small with not much of a build, but she had always been
able to look like a guy and even had most of the mannerisms down pat. I
had long ago quit wondering if she could give it up, because I knew she
wouldn't, and probably couldn't anyway. But if I agreed to do what she
wanted, get dressed up again, even once, what would happen then? As I was
drying off the door opened, and she walked in. Kim had cut her hair even
shorter than before, she wore jeans and one of my polo shirts. There were
no sign of her breasts.
"Let me help you," she said calmly, "let's rub this lotion in. It'll help
make your skin softer and smoother, and you'll smell great; then we can
get you dressed."
Less than two hours later I was standing there dressed like a girl. A bra
and panties, a waist nipper, pantyhose and heels. I wore one of Kim's few
summer dresses, and after Kim worked on my hair, even trimming it some,
she had brushed and set it into a shorter yet feminine style. Earrings
and makeup, perfume and lipstick, I had it all, and once again, Kim had
made me look beautiful. She gave me her purse to carry, then took my keys
out of her pocket, grabbed my hand, and out we went. I did not resist as
Kim walked me to the car, then drove, not just around like she said, but
startled me when she pulled into the parking lot at a mall located way
across town! When I protested, all she did was laugh, park the car, then
open my door, and stand there with her hand out! I struggled with myself,
hesitant to expose myself dressed that way even for a moment, but she
gently prodded me and eventually I gave in. Standing there with the
breeze flicking at the dress, exposing my legs well up my thigh made me
feel embarrassed, but she took my hand, leading me inside.
We walked around the mall but didn't buy anything of course, we didn't
have the money for that. Kim told me to watch the other women, see how
they used their hands and arms, and told me to do what they did, adding
that I would feel less like a jerk and more like a woman if I tried it.
After about an hour or so of window shopping I was almost getting the
hang of it, and I guess I began to move more like a woman, because she
told me she thought it was time we actually went inside a store, steering
me into a popular lingerie shop. It was unnerving to say the least,
surrounded by wispy next to nothing bras and panties in an explosion of
colors.
"Can I help you?" I missed it at first, but the lady was talking to me!
"Ahhh...no thanks," I said softly, almost a whisper, "I'm just looking,
thanks anyway."
Kim was grinning from ear to ear when we left the store, holding my hand
for support. After that she put her arm around my waist the rest of the
time we were there, even when we were in the drug store. She bought a few
small things, then we left for home. Only slightly calmer when I was
safely back in the car, and the minute we were at home and the front door
was closed, Kim was all over me, rubbing her hands up and down my body,
stroking my butt, kissing me behind the ear or both. She was more excited
than I had ever seen her before.
"I want you honey, right now," Kim said hoarsely, and pulled me towards
the bedroom.
She had me down to my bra and panties rather quickly, then pushed me onto
the bed so I was on my back, and as I lay there I watched as she slowly
undressed. Wearing nothing but a bandage to hide her breasts and my
briefs, she climbed in beside me and started to make love to me. It was
more than wonderful, it was fantastic as Kim found every one of my
erogenous zones, masterful at bringing me to readiness, but backed off
several times, always leaving me moaning for more. I had never seen her
like that before, but even in the fog of lust I began to see some
tangible benefit to being her "wife". When we were both spent and lay
there side by side, Kim began to slowly stroke my "breasts", keeping me
right on edge.
"Now maybe you understand," she said quietly in my ear, "just how much
you turn me on when you're dressed like this! I was so horny while we
were in the mall that it was all I could do not to take you right there,
and I promise you," she said in that breathless voice of hers, "that it
will always be like this, as long you're dressed like this, as my wife!"
"You were serious weren't you? You want to switch places! You want to be
the guy, and you want me to be your wife?!"
"I told you I did honey! So...will you do it? We'll simply switch ID!
I'll be you, and you'll be me!"
"I don't know Kim, maybe, I'll have to think about that, and even if I do
agree to it, not around here, too many people know us, including our
parents!"
"No, not here, I was thinking about something closer to the college; in
the city? I can attend in person rather than by mail, and maybe you'll be
able to find a job easier."
"When did you plan on doing this?"
"Is there any reason to wait?"
"I'm not sure that I can do what you want Kim! Me? A woman? And with a
job?"
"You were a bit awkward at first today, but you'll get the hang of it,
and you also saw how easy it was today! Nobody had a clue! They all
thought you were a woman, even when we were in the lingerie shop! They
didn't even look at me when we went in there, did they?"
Kim was right, but I wasn't so sure that I could become a woman as easily
as she became a guy, and I really worried about someone finding out! It
was okay for a woman to dress like a guy, but when a guy dressed like a
woman, well, it could get very ugly very fast! She was talking, but I was
looking around our place, and I began to see how shabby it really was. I
knew in my heart that if I agreed to do what she wanted, she would expect
me to be her wife in every way, she had already said that, and there was
no doubt in my mind that once she got her degree we would be a lot better
off. I didn't even finish high school in the upper middle of the pack. I
was in the bottom twenty five percent, which meant that she got to go to
college and I didn't, and she would always make more money than I ever
would.
"We'll still be a married couple? Right?"
"Just who would I fool around with dummy!? I'm still a woman! Of course
we'll be a married couple! We can even prove it! The only difference is
that I'll be the guy, and you'll be the woman! Trust me honey, that's all
it'll be! Besides, if we move and start out that way, people will accept
both of us, especially you, a lot easier, and with some more practice on
your mannerisms, how can we fail?!"
I think we both knew that I would probably try it since we had nothing
more to lose, and with the job prospects where we were living were dim
and fading fast, any other alternatives seemed...remote. I lay there
wondering if I could manage to convince everyone that I was actually a
woman.
"I think you'll have to convince me that this is the right thing to do...
one more time? Maybe two?"
Later, as we lay in bed exhausted, Kim insisted that I wear nothing but
her clothes from then on, telling me that she would show me how to do
makeup and hair, then without waiting for me to agree, she virtually
ordered me to never again appear without wearing some of my "new,"
clothes, and at least foundation. As far as she was concerned the
discussion was over.
"Face it honey," Kim said, "you're very passable as a woman, and who
knows? Maybe after a while, when you fully accept yourself as a woman
you'll be more at ease, and certainly more gorgeous on top of that! It'll
take some time to get used to being a girl, but I know you can do it, and
I think you do too, and besides that, you're so sexy that I get all
quivers when I think of it!"
"How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long are we going to try this?"
"We'll see," Kim said slowly, "I haven't thought about that, but if
you're a woman when we move..."
"A long time then."
"Probably," she said.
I thought about it a while, recounting our miserable savings account
status, our living conditions, my job prospects, and then how I looked.
Kim wanted to be a guy really bad, convinced that we had it easier than
women, and who knows, maybe she was right. I grabbed her hand, squeezed,
then...
"Okay," I said, "I'll do it, but only because I love you more than
anything in the world; think of it as my gift to you, letting you try
being a guy for a while I means. Maybe you won't like it as much as you
think."
"Oh honey! Thank you so much! I just know that this is going to work out
perfectly!"
I had given in of course, but given our situation, I think she knew I
would. Over the next two weeks I managed to learn how to do my own hair
and makeup well enough, but it was a struggle to learn what to wear and
when, and the time it took to get ready every morning was beginning to
wear on me although I tried. I had dared to go out alone, to do the
grocery shopping twice as a woman, thankfully without incident. We moved
two weeks after that, having found a small but nice apartment. Kevin, who
was really Kim using my name, found a job right away, while I was still
coping with my new life. I managed to learn how to act like a girl, at
least well enough to get by, and at Kevin's insistence, after about a
month at home practicing every day, I started looking for work. We needed
the money, that was for sure, and I quickly found a job at a small caf?
as a waitress, and our life returned to normal if you could call it that.
With my thin and easily concealed beard and my growing confidence, I was
becoming more and more adept at being a girl, and no longer worried so
much about being found out. Other than the odd grope from an overly
friendly customer now and then, I was doing fine as a waitress. The work
wasn't that hard, and I made friends with several of the other girls.
Then, about a month after I started that job, Kevin told me that he
wanted to celebrate our new lives in a very special way, and told me to
get all dolled up for him on Friday after work.
When he walked in the door I was wearing an outfit that I had bought for
her long ago, but had never managed to get her to wear. It was the black
satin and lace corset with black hose connected to the garterbelt, thin
black panties, and used my new pads to create what looked like a healthy
set of boobs. Blood red lipstick and nail polish, my hair blown out in a
wild fashion, and tall black heels.
"Hi honey," I cooed, "am I dressed up enough for you?"
"You...wow! God are you sexy!"
"Thank you kind sir..."
"Put that black dress on honey. Lets go to dinner, then we'll really
celebrate!"
He and I went to dinner, at a very nice place, then later, when we got
home, he took me by the hand and we went in the bedroom where he began to
nibble on my neck. I felt his hands on my butt, his gentle caress making
me move even closer, which is when I felt it. To make sure, I let my hand
drop to his pants, and felt it...a full erection! That was a sure sign
that Kevin had found a way to have some manhood! Knowing full well that
Kevin was a woman, I figured that Kevin had found a place that sold
things for girls that want to be boys. He had always wore a special panty
that made him look like a guy, and allowed him to use the men's room
standing up. I didn't know that it would...
"Take my pants off honey!" he said breathlessly.
I unbuckled his pants and yanked them down, watching with wide eyes as he
stepped out of them, the erection fully evident. With my eyes still wide,
he helped me lay on the bed, then his briefs hit the floor, and that's
when I saw it for the first time. It looked real enough, but I wasn't
sure what he had in mind! After all, I wasn't a real girl! He caressed my
faux breasts with one hand while stroking my panties with the other, then
he moved up to my face while still his knees and stood over me, his
manhood right there, just inches from my mouth.
"Go ahead honey, take it. Take it like you always liked me to do. This is
a brand new item I picked up today. It lets me get pleasure too!"
He was my "husband" after all, so I opened my mouth and let him shove it
in a little. Telling me to clamp down tight, he held my head and began to
move in and out. He was panting hard as I pulled away, and wondering why,
I looked up into his eyes, saw the fire there, and grinned. I knew why he
wanted me to clamp down. He slipped my panties down, then threw them on
the floor, and began to massage my groin. I lay there grunting in
pleasure, waiting for release, when he rolled me over! Yanking me to all
fours, he shoved my head down!
"Oh no! Not that! Not there!"
"Hush up!" he said harshly. "You're my wife, I want you, and this is the
only way you'll even come close to knowing what it's like to really be a
woman! Now hold still!"
I started sweating when I felt the lubrication he applied, then the
gentle but constant pressure as he probed until he managed to get it into
me. Sweating like crazy, I put my head on the bed as he grabbed my hips
and pulled himself into me all the way. In moments he hit a zone inside
of me and I found myself flush with excitement and began meeting his
thrusts with my own demands. It went on for what seemed like hours before
he sat back. As I rolled over I could see him grinning at me, and I could
not stop smiling.
"Now you know what it's like for a woman to please a man!"
"Yeah, I guess, but how did you...what I mean is, I thought..."
"Like I said, this is a new one! It has a small pump inside, and that
lets me get an erection! The other end goes into me, so I get mine, just
like you do!"
"A good trick!"
"Yeah, it works for me, but..."
"But what?"
"It's been almost a month since we traded, and well, I can't give it up
honey. I always wanted to be a guy, and now that I am, I love it, and I
also know that you've started to like being a girl, so I was thinking..."
"What?"
"Well, I can wear all of your clothes, that's not a problem, and all of
the guys I work with think that I'm a guy like them, only their women
have....they're more..."
"What?"
"They're rounder. They have breasts and really smooth skin, and I want
you to have the same things honey!"
"Boobs? You want me to get a boob job!? How? We can barely afford what we
have!"
"The doctor that runs the school of medicine told me that if you want to
be more like a woman, he can help! He told me that he has developed a
brand new procedure to help women that need help in that area, and is
willing to do it for free, just to prove that it works! I made the
appointment for tomorrow morning honey; please say you'll do it!"
I loved that woman, uh, er, guy, so much that I went completely stupid,
and I agreed without thinking very far ahead, which is how I ended up on
that table the next morning, a kindly old man looking down at me.
"I'll put you out Kimberly, and when you awaken you'll be the girl that
you always wanted to be. Now breath deeply..."
When I woke up two days later, Kevin was sitting there at the bedside
holding my hand. I could sense that almost everything had changed, but
the biggest sign were the mounds pushing up the blankets. The doctor
checked me out, then Kevin helped me get dressed so I could go home. My
breasts Kevin told me, were a full 38C cup, my hips a very round 38,
while my waist had been reduced to a svelte 27 inches, but the biggest
change was that I no longer had any visible manhood! When I found out,
the doctor explained that I still had all my parts, he only hid them
because it was necessary to help me adjust to my new life!
"There are some other special things that I did to please your husband,
but he wants to help you find out what those are himself. You can get
dressed and go home, but call me if you have any problems at all."
I looked like a woman, and there was no way that I could ever convince
anyone that I was a really a guy, or had ever been one! I spent a week at
home getting used to the new me, the new rounder and fuller hips and
bigger butt, more importantly, my breasts. They were tender, and whenever
I touched them, my nipples would start to rise and get stiff! Kevin was
happier than I had ever seen him, and his constant touching was driving
me crazy, so crazy that when I couldn't stand it any more, I was wearing
nothing but my heels and a smile when he came home the next day. The
doctor had reduced Kevin's breasts enough that he looked like most guys
when he didn't wear a shirt, and better, there were no scars! I still
don't know how the doctor did it. Our love making had changed a bit, but
we both enjoyed it immensely, and I no longer gave any thought to the
fact that I was the woman in our relationship. I looked, sounded, and
acted like a woman, and that was fine with him. Kevin graduated from
college that spring, taking a job with a big company, and our fortunes
changed almost instantly. We had more money than ever.
I replaced some of our worn out clothes, bought myself some new bras and
panties, a few skirts and a new dress, while he bought three new suits
and more shirts and shoes. Then I went to the salon for the first time
and had my hair dyed, cut, permed, and styled, acrylic nails added, plus
a full waxing of my arms and legs. Kevin had bulked up while I had been
watching my diet, and by the time I went to the salon, I weighed a mere
128 pounds. Kevin was getting more and more adventurous when we made
love, and had twice tried to put his thing where it was supposed to go,
only I couldn't accept it because I was still a guy, but with a little
research I found a way to remedy that. When Kevin got home that same
night I was waiting for him, took him into the bedroom while demanding
that he take me, then almost ripped his clothes off. Because he wasn't
ready, I whispered in his ear and slipped to my knees.
As I sucked, he began to pump up, and I was quickly filled with his
manhood, then I clamped down in order bring him to readiness. When he was
panting, I got up, stripped all my clothes off, and slipped into bed,
laying there with a grin on my face. He did not hesitate, and quickly
joined me. My breasts responded to his lips, and I began to quiver in
excitement, and when he was almost ready, and just like she did with me,
I threw him aside and climbed on top, slipping his tool into the new
panty I had bought. It was even better that way, and he quickly responded
with a shudder. I rolled off, and told him it was time for me to get
mine, moving to all fours, my head down. Kevin attacked me like a man
possessed. We had managed to change places, and I had finally and
completely accepted my new role. I had become a woman, and what's more, I
liked it!
Kevin and I lay there a while, then he told me that he had invited a
friend over for dinner.
"He's really good looking Kim, so I want you to be extra nice to him,
okay?"
"What does that mean? Be extra nice to him?"
"Well, you've never really tasted a real man, felt his strength, how he
smells, how much a man can turn on a woman, frankly, I think it's time
that you did!"
"You want me to make love to a guy?!"
"As far as you can, yes," he said slowly, "think of it as a training
exercise."
"But I thought we were okay! I mean, we just had a great time...didn't
we? I thought I was enough woman for you! That's why I agreed to this in
the first place, to make you happy! Now you want me to make it with
another guy? Maybe....do you have someone else?"
"No! Now stop that! It's not like that! It's just that...well, I'm up for
a promotion, and I thought that if you were...nice to my boss, it might
help! That's all it is!:
"Then I'll make him a really nice dinner, we'll talk, laugh and have fun,
but I'm not going to screw your boss! I'm your wife, not a whore!"
Kevin didn't push the issue because he knew that I wasn't going to do it,
and I determined to make him wait the next time he wanted some! I left
him standing there as I went in the kitchen to make dinner, clattering
dishes around just to let him know how angry I was. I had gone through
all this, given up everything, just so he could be successful male, and
he wanted me to mess around with his boss? We did have his boss over for
dinner, along with the guys date, a blond named Tiffany who hung on him
like a leech. She was all giggles and boobs, and as dumb as I thought I
was, she brought a new meaning to the term. She and I did not hit it off
very well, but I tried. I wore the red sleeveless dress with heels, and
was the perfect hostess.
I could tell that Kevin was shaken that his boss was attracted to a girl
like Tiffany, but he and his boss seemed to get along well enough, and
when they left later that night, Kevin told me that he had been promoted!
"It'll mean a huge raise honey, maybe ten grand!"
"Damn! Maybe we can finally get a new car then!"
"Sure! Why not? But I was thinking...most of the guys I work with have
kids, and I think it's time we started our family too!"
"Kids? How? I'm not a female, remember?!"
"I know that, but I've been checking around. What about using a surrogate
mother? We'll use my eggs and your sperm, which means the kid will be
ours! I won't have to fake gaining weight, you won't have to pretend to
be pregnant, and in the end, we'll have our baby!"
We had always talked about having a family, but if we did what he wanted,
I would become a mother, and any chance I had to return to being a guy
would disappear! Kevin knew me well, because he tugged on my hand, stood
me in front of the mirror, then asked me if I really thought that either
of us could return to our old selves.
"Face honey, you and I have traded places, and it's worked better than we
had any right to expect! You've become a very attractive woman while I've
managed to succeed as a man, we're married to each other, and we're both
accepted in our roles! What we always wanted was a family, and this is a
way for us to have everything we dreamed of! "
We decided to use a surrogate, and we soon had the wail of a baby in the
house. I became not only a wife and lover, but a mother! I taught our son
to walk, then talk, and to tell the truth, I loved every minute of it.
Miracle
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