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Husband My wife and I moved to town about a year after we got married. I, David Lewis, had been offered a job at a tech firm and Janine was going to start her first position at a Law firm. We were a normal young couple, me 30 her 32. Our interests were mostly on our education and how our futures would develop. One thing that people noticed about us is that I was considerable shorter than Janine, at only 5'6" to her 5'10" or more when she wore heels, people tended to look twice. The difference did not bother us. Actually to me I rather enjoyed the fact that I could cuddle up to her. I was slight of build and tended to take a submissive role in our relationship. Not that I was a wimp or she dominated me, but she definitely took the lead often. Our sex life was ok, but sporadic, mostly due to the heavy school load Janine had. One last thing, I was a cross dresser. I say, was, because now there is absolutely no way I would ever wear the clothing of the opposite sex. I had told Janine that I had dressed from time to time but lied and said that I no longer had any urges to do so. Even with the fact that I kept my body fully shaved and wore my hair long, she accepted that it was a fetish I had grown out of. Obviously I still dressed in private and took extreme pleasure especially in pantyhose. With the demands of our professions we did not do much socializing until I took my new job and my boss insisted that we get together with his wife. Don Jacobs insisted that all new members of his team come to his house for dinner with him and his wife Emily. The team I was on was four people, two program developers, me as the system analyst and Don the lead. The programmers worked from home and would hang their work out on a shared site, where I would log in and over view the code. Don would sign off on my work and liaison with the parent company. Don and I worked in the basement of the building in an office by ourselves. He was very particular about who was brought on and expected full loyalty from his members. I was the third person to have my job. I learned later it was because of his domineering attitude. My passivity was why he hired me, finally it worked in my favor. After a month or so with the team he told me that he and Emily, his wife, expected Janine and I for dinner on Friday night. Janine and I arrived promptly at 7pm. I wore kakis and a polo, Janine in capris and a blouse with wedges. I loved when she wore wedges they really look great on her and if my feet would have been a little bigger I would have snuck wearing them from time to time. When the door opened I came face to face with Emily Jacobs for the first time. When I say face to face, I mean literally, we were exactly the same height. She smiled and invited us in. As she led the way I was instantly taken with her. She wore a simple button up dress with a matching belt. The skirts fell to her knee, but what struck me was the lovely taupe nylons she had on. The outfit was finished with a simple pair of patent leather ballet flats that made an adorable tapping sound as she walked along the hard wood floors. It was a simple dress, nothing flashy or special but ever so feminine. All I could think about is how much I wanted to wear everything she had on, especially those delicious pantyhose. As we chatted that evening I found myself studying Emily. The way she moved, or held her hand to her bosom when she listened. She would toy with her simple string of pearls when she spoke. Her hair was a chin length bob cut, and a beautiful red color. Not brassy or orange but red. It was obvious from her part that she colored it, because her roots were browner. I wondered what brand of color she bought and then thought how wonderful it would be to have the same. She was elegant when she sat, sweeping her dress under her thighs. Her lilting voice was enchanting. By the end of the night I was actively trying to absorb as much of her as I could. The next day at work, Don commented that he noticed my attention towards his wife. To which I explained that I just enjoyed her personality. He laughed and said well if you looked at her any harder I may get jealous. A week later he asked me to stop by his house on the way in and pick a report he forgot. When Emily came to the door she was wearing a red and white empire waist dress. I glanced at her legs and to my pleasure she was wearing nude hose, with cute little white heels. I followed into the kitchen and noticed that in the shoes she was taller than me. She insisted I have a cup of coffee with her before I left. I pretended to act like I didn't want to, but thrilled in being able to be around her. I wasn't sexually attracted to her. I just loved how she dressed, acted and found myself wishing I could be her. Now understand I had never in my life ever thought of changing my sex, and I don't think that I really thought of my new desire as being a transsexual. It was more that I was presented with someone who had the privilege of wearing the exact clothing I loved with all my heart every day. When I did dress she was the person I fantasized that I was. How I looked to the outside world. She literally was the fantasy I had for most of my life. At home I began to emulate her movements and voice when I would dress. I started searching on line for dresses like hers. One evening while Janine and I were there, I looked in her hamper to see if anything was there. Low and behold in the bottom was a pair of her panties. As I held them up I was disappointed how they were way too big for me because of her lovely round bottom. I found myself wishing I had a butt just like hers. I even stole a peak at a bra in her laundry one day so I could stuff mine to the same size, 32C cup. I found more and more reasons to stop by to see her and him. So, after six months of working for Don, I had become quite familiar with who his wife was. I knew her interests, what movies she liked, books she was reading, food she enjoyed and what she cooked on certain days. All the time I was doing this I became more and more enthralled with how she dressed, always in dresses and hose. Janine once asked her why she did not wear pants. She promptly explained that she did when Don was not around but he preferred she dress like this and now she was just comfortable with it. Janine mentioned to me later that she could really see how domineering Don was. I said that I just saw him as a true leader and a little old fashioned. She called me a sexist and laughed. Inside all I could think of is how much I wished I could live Emily's life or at least wear her dresses for a while. Two weeks later my opportunity happened. An opportunity that would have huge impacts that I would not fully understand for months to come. One Monday Don explained that he and Emily were going on a trip to San Juan for a month and wondered if I would mind stopping by the house to feed the cat and collect the mail. If I chose they were also ok with me using his home office to review the workload directly instead of going in and out of the office. He said that he would check in on-line from time to time, but would mostly leave the day to day business up to me. I immediately agreed to do it. I was going to have access to the house for a month everyday by myself. Most importantly I would have access to her closet. I was so excited. That Saturday I stood in their driveway as they piled into a cab for the airport. I waved and slowly turned around to look at the front door. I looked down at the key in my hand, I wanted so much to run in and change into that simple dress she had on the first day met her I but I realized I needed to wait, just in case they had to come back because they forgot something, but I was going to be back the next day. At home while I was slowly working to be more and more like Emily, Janine and I where seeing less of each other. Her firm had assigned her to a rather large high profile case, requiring her to spend time late into the evening at the office. Once or twice she did not return home until the next morning, just to shower and change her clothes. It became the norm for her to get up before me, give me a quick peck on the cheek as she was headed out and I was just getting out of bed. She was even going in on weekends. While I missed her, this also gave me a freedom I did not have before in my adult life. My routine became shower, put on pantyhose and a dress, maybe do my hair, then go down for coffee. I would work on my Emily walk and voice. Then out of my dress, slip on my male work clothing and head out to work. But starting Sunday I was going to change my routine. Janine shook me awake at 7 am Sunday and explained that she and some of the other staff were going to pull an all-night prep session. She apologized, kissed my forehead, and walked out. I waited to hear the door close then threw off the covers and skipped into the bathroom, today I got to be Emily. After showering and shaving my entire body to make sure I was smooth, I pulled out a new pair of taupe pantyhose, as I slipped my legs into them I so hoped that wonderful dress would be there. I packed my bra and the breast forms I had purchased in a back pack. I slipped on a pair of Keds with jeans and a hoodie. As I got into my car I was so excited I was shaking. I parked down the street, so my car was not in the driveway and walked briskly to the house. Standing in the door I looked down the hall towards the bedroom I knew was theirs. I slipped off my shoes at the door, then padded down the hall in my stocking feet. The bedroom door was open as if to invite me in. I had never been in her room, but it was exactly as I imagined. A large canopy bed was in the middle. On one side was a white vanity table with a pink satin covered chair. Emily's make up and some jewelry where neatly arranged on the desk top. Next to the vanity was a double door closet. One door was pulled slightly open and I could just make out that it was a walk in. Across the room was a dark wood dresser and a leather bound chair, Don's area I assumed. I pulled open the closet door and an overhead light came on automatically. I swooned with the sight I saw. It was a full room not a closet. On either side where rows of dresses and skirts. Under them racks of shoes, must have been over 50 pair, everything from flats too beautiful dainty stilettos. At the far end the wall was all mirrors. My god I thought to myself, this is my dream world. I turned and a forced myself to move. Slowly I began to look for the dress. About three quarters away down the right side I found it. Gorgeous and simple. I slid it off the hanger and happily found the same shoes she wore on the ground right below it, left the way she had kicked them off. In the bedroom I decided to look in her dresser for a bra. I had my own but the thought of wearing all of her clothing thrilled me. I found a nice full bra in the top drawer. Looking at my pantyhose I decided to see if hers were there. Sure enough I found the taupe pair right on top. I picked out a matching set of panties then set about dressing. Now understand I had never worn any of her things before but I had long ago got my body down to a size 10 dress just like hers. She weighed 135 and I was at 138. As I buttoned up the dress I almost came in the panties. Remember I was a cross dresser and this was an amazing sexual thrill as well as my dream. I quickly went to the bathroom hoping to find a solution. Under the sink I found what I needed, panty liners. I quickly slipped one into my panties to absorb the accidents I expected would be happening. To my sheer delight her shoes fit perfectly. I swept my skirt under me just like her as I sat at the vanity to do my makeup. I had studied Emily's face for months and knew how she did her eyes, how her lips were lined, how she contoured and did her brows by heart. 30 minutes later I put the simple pearl earrings into my pierced ears and smiled. My hair was all wrong, though long and feminine but my face was made up just like hers. My nose was too big, my brows too bushy and my chin square, but to me I had just become Emily. Standing in front of the mirror I twirled and reveled as the skirts moved around me. My pantyhose covered legs felt amazing. I turned and looked at my butt. It was skinny, not round and full like it should be. In my best Emily voice I said to myself, "Girl you need to go on a diet." Not to lose weight but to gain it. As I moved around the room picking up the jeans and hose I wore over I saw in the mirror that without even thinking I was moving like her. When I realized this a sudden orgasm shook me, and when I saw how I pressed my knees together as it pulsed it looked so feminine that another followed immediately. Most cross dressers after an orgasm will experience guilt or shame and strip off the feminine clothing. Not me. It just kind of calmed me. While I loved them, after, all I wanted was to move on with my day but stay dressed. That is just what I did, after changing my pad of course. In the kitchen I started a pot of coffee and looked in the cupboard for the cat food. So far Whiskers had not shown herself, but I knew she was around. As I was filing her bowl I was startled by her rubbing on my legs. I had never had such a sensation before, it was delightful. Soft fur caressing my nylon covered calves. Without thinking I smiled and said, "Hello sweetie, how is mommy's good girl?" Then shuddered with another mini sexual release as I realized I was using Emily's voice and referred to myself as her. If I kept this up how many times would I need to change my pad a day? I wondered, then giggled. This was amazing. After cleaning up and pouring a cup of coffee I decided it was time to do some work. I headed to Don's home office to do what I was really there for. I was worried that I may be too distracted by my dress to work but three hours later I realized I had done my entire day's tasks. I was actually better focused this way. I had a light salad for lunch then decided to do some cleaning. All the time I reveled in the sensations of the amazing dress I was wearing. The sound of my shoes on the floors caused a mini orgasm out of nowhere. When I caught myself swaying to a song on the radio like Emily does another hit me. By the time it was time to go home I had gone through 8 pads and knew I was doing exactly what I was meant to do. Standing in front of the mirror removing my shoes I realized that I was sincerely depressed that I had to change at all. Then I remembered that Janine was not going to be back tonight. I didn't need to change. Hell, if I wanted what would stop me from staying the night? Oh my, I could wear one of Emily's night gowns and sleep in her bed. I could wake as her! It was decided. I skipped down the hall to retrieve my phone, all the way waving my hands limp wristed. I called Janine and left a message that I would be staying over at work tonight so don't worry if when she gets home tomorrow if I am not there. Smiling, I went to find a glass for some wine. That evening around 7pm Janine called to say she was headed home to get a bag packed because she and her group had to travel to New York to take depositions of two witnesses in her case. They would be back next Wednesday. We chatted about what my project was. I explained we were in the last stretch of a new software release so tonight I was at Don and Emily's to finish. All was true except for the having to stay over part. At one point she asked if she should stop by to see me before she left. My heart skipped a beat, I was sitting with my legs curled under me in my dress and hose, still in full make-up. Did I have time to clean up? Then she backed out saying that Tina was at the door so she had to go. We exchanged, "I love you," and hung up. My gosh, I now had no reason to stop being Emily for an entire week. At 9pm I decided I was tired and it was time to make my way to bed. In "my" room, I carefully removed the dress and hose, hanging it up I decided to soak my hose for the night. I found a delicious chiffon night gown, another accident happened, how was this possible, how could I keep having orgasms, I didn't know. I thought for sure I would be too excited to sleep, but after a few smiles and rolling over to look at Don's pillow I drifted off, but not before wondering what it would be like to sleep with him next to me, strange. The next morning I thoroughly enjoyed coffee in chiffon. After a bath I decided that since I could be Emily for a week then that is exactly who I was. I no longer was going to refer to things as "hers" it was mine. I wondered just what the effect on my thoughts would be after full immersion as her would be. Would it be hard to switch back? What if I had issues moving like a man after, or my voice wouldn't come back? Then I realized that being stuck was turning me on. I smiled and went to choose a dress for the day. I settled on a comfortable, full skirted satin lined cotton dress. It seemed to be a throwback to the 50's. I loved the baby blue color. It would need white pantyhose for sure, I hoped I had some in my drawer. I was pleased to find two brand new pair still in the package. I sat down to do my makeup in my slip and pantyhose and had my first orgasm of the day from the feeling and thought of what I was doing. Fortunately I was wearing a pad already. After doing my foundation and concealer I hit on an idea and went to the hall to get a picture of myself from last year. "Girl I don't know how you let them get this way but you need to fix your brows," I said out loud. When I was done they looked just like the picture, not too thin but definitely arched. With my face done and dress on I went down to start the day's work in Don's office. Of course the rustle of the dress caused an orgasm but I decided it was minor enough to let it stay in the pad for now. At noon I heard David's phone ring and decided to let it go to voicemail. It was his wife Janine checking in to say that she would be out of communication until Saturday because of having to travel to upstate with no cell service. I decided to send her a quick email for him saying to be safe and don't worry about him, he was doing well. For dinner I made some chicken I found in the freezer and thought that I would need to do some shopping soon. At the time it didnt cross my mind that I would have to dress as David. In my mind I would just grab my purse and go to the grocery. That night I curled up on the couch to watch Gilmore Girls with a glass of wine. When I finally went up to bed I looked in the medicine cabinet for some Motrin and found a prescription bottle with Emily Jacobs on the label. Estradiol, having been a cross dresser I knew it was female estrogen hormone replacement therapy. Emily was on hormones, oh well, I was too then. I shook out a pill in my palm and swallowed it with a glass of water and headed off to bed. I took comfort in the knowledge that I only had a month so no real changes could take place. Then I found sadness in this thought and drifted off to sleep. By Sunday I was in a routine, get up do my makeup choose a dress and pantyhose. Go to Don's office and finish the work. I had cleaned the entire house a few times. Done laundry and enjoyed seeing my pantyhose hung on a rod drying. Janine called at 6 the night prior and I had an issue finding David's voice. After a week of speaking as Emily exclusively all day it was a stretch to speak like him. I told her it was a cold. She explained that their case had been given a change of venue to New York district court, so effectively she would be staying there for at least 2 more weeks. I pretended to be lonely, but inside me Emily was thrilled. I had more time to be myself. It was time to go grocery shopping. I had never been out in a dress, let alone as Emily, but I realized there was no way I was going to wear pants until I had no other choice. Besides, I was not sure I could even talk or move like David without a few days to practice, so an hour later I was settling into my "Emily's" Honda. I had chosen an ankle length denim jumper dress. Nude pantyhose and red Keds tennis shoes. When I got to the store I had one of my orgasms when I started walking across the parking lot and people paid no attention to me. I was a woman like all the others. After picking up the things I needed I noticed that in the same strip mall as the grocery was a salon. Looking in the mirror of the car I decided to just go for it and get my hair done back to the way I wear it. Or as Emily did, colored red in a bob cut. I hesitated at first but decided I would figure out how to change back later. Maybe I would have to cut it off, this I pushed away almost immediately, it will work out somehow. I picked up the phone and made the appointment, "Mrs Emily Jacobs 3pm, cut, color and style." I came again. After putting away the groceries I decided to change into a white cotton dress and go without hose so I could get my toes done. Of course I put a pair in my purse for after. When I got there I showed them a picture of my "sister" and asked for the same thing. Two hours later I stepped out of the ladies room, my cute pink toe nails shown under my pantyhose, and my hair was perfect. I had Emily's hair, my hair. I was so happy. While I was slipping on my shoes I realized that the only credit card I had was David's. When I handed it over to pay, I held my breath. The girl paid no attention to the name and rang me up. I thought for sure no one realized I was a man, but as I was walking out, she made a comment that brought me back to reality. "You know you look fantastic, but we offer laser hair removal so next time you come in we can get rid of your beard if you choose. It will help you pass better up close. I assume you are full time." Then she smiled and handed me a card. On the way home I reflected on her comments. Did everyone read me as a man? Was I kidding myself about passing? Did it even matter to me if people could tell? I mean so far even if they did notice no one paid any attention. Looking in the mirror I just decided it did not matter. I had two more weeks to be me and I was going to enjoy them fully. This was a cross dressers dream. Unlimited dresses, pantyhose, and shoes. I could be a woman. Then I got a thought for the first time, did I really even think of myself as a cross dresser? I mean for over a week I was just being a woman, Emily. I loved it. It felt wonderful and normal at the same time. Of course I still kept having orgasms, but that was a bonus that I loved too. How could I give it up? When I searched in my purse for the front door key, I caught a glimpse of my new hair, I had Emily's hair for real. I shuddered with a huge release of semen. I would need to change for sure when I got inside. At lunch the next day I was sitting at Don's desk when I found I was having issues concentrating on my work load. I kept thinking about what was the next thing I could do to myself to change more into Emily. I had her hair. I was taking her hormones twice a day. I wanted ID with my picture and the name Emily Jacobs. But how to do it? I didn't have her Driver's License, to say I wanted to update it, or did I? Maybe I had an old one someplace. I logged out and decided to go looking. After looking around I found a safe in the office closet. It had a digital key pad, but also had a key back up. I remembered seeing a key in Don's top drawer that may fit. Sure enough the bolts opened as I turned the key and handle. Inside I found multiple manila envelopes. One had a large sum of cash. There was boxes with jewelry. Don's watch. Then I found it. A file had our marriage certificate, my maiden name was Andrews, Emily Susan Andrews. Cute. My SSN card, birth certificate and low and behold an expired DL from the neighboring state. With these two things I just might be able to get a new ID. I had an orgasm. It may be illegal but tomorrow my plan was to go to the DMV. That evening I was sitting on the couch sipping a delicious Chardonnay, slowly stroking my nylon covered toes. I was so happy, I wanted to live like this forever. Three hours later, my permanent transition was set in motion and I did not have control of it. Don did. I was startled awake. "Who the hell are you!" I jumped and opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep on the couch. Standing in front of me with his suitcase next to him was Don. I jumped up. "Donny, what are you doing home? Oh, I mean Mr Jacobs." I had used Emily's pet name for him. I was really thinking like her. "Holy shit, David is that you? What the hell are you doing dressed like that? Wait is that my wife's dress? You better explain now, what are you some kind of sissy?" he thundered. At that I shuddered with fear and sunk to the couch and started to cry. "I am sorry Mr. Jacobs, I can explain, please don't hurt me. It is just that Emily is so perfect and her clothing...well and you are so..." I stopped and was now sobbing. He came to me and I shrank away in fear. "David I won't hurt you but I don't want to hear anymore tonight. Just go home, now. Get out. I will contact you tomorrow to see what I am going to do." With that I stood up, mascara running down my face. Picked up my "her" purse and went to the door. He held it open. As I walked down the sidewalk the last thing I heard was "First she leaves me and now this, what is going on in my life." When I got to my car, I realized that it had been almost three weeks since I had parked it. I had not gone home that entire time. When I pulled into the drive, the house was dark. Not a light was on, just like my heart, dark and void of light. I went in, took off my shoes at the door. Padded up the stairs to our room. My male clothing was all there. For the first time in weeks I took off my dress and pantyhose and put on boxers and sweatpants. Looking in the mirror it hit me just what I had been doing to myself. Looking back was a middle aged woman. Short red hair, gold hoop earrings, thin arched eyebrows, with pale pink nails, but wearing men's clothing. I felt ridiculous. As I moved I moved as a woman. When I removed my makeup I still looked feminine. For the first time I felt shame in who I was. I went to Janine's closet and pulled out a flannel night gown. I slipped on a pair of her panties, settled the gown over my head and started crying again. From exhaustion I started to finally fall asleep, but not before I almost got up to take my hormones. Then realized I couldn't. I was David not Emily. It was a fit full night, dreams of being humiliated and laughed at by my wife and Don kept coming and coming. In some I was on the floor as Don kicked me. In others I was in jail and Emily was pointing at me screaming that I had stolen her identity. Right before I woke I was standing at the altar with my wife, but I was Emily, Janine was crying but looked down at me and said, "I do...not!" Finally, as it started to get light I swung my legs over the side of the bed. As my toes hit the floor I realized that it I had not turned the heat on last night and it was cold in the house. Without thinking twice, I went to the dresser pulled out white tights and put them on. Going into the bathroom I sat down to pee. Still on auto pilot, I pulled a pad out from under the sink and put it in my panties before pulling up my tights. Looking in the mirror I was presented with a tired looking feminine person. Fortunately my new haircut was perfect to just run a brush through it and I was done. From behind the bathroom door I grabbed Janine's pink terry robe and pulled it on. As I tied it around my waist I looked in the mirror. The haggard woman I saw began to cry. "Damn it David, what have you done to yourself. You like to cross dress, why did you let it get this far?" I cried harder listening to my female voice and when I tried to deepen it all I did was sound like Emily mocking a man. This made me pull my hands to my chest and sob. Slowly I turned and headed down to the kitchen to make coffee. As I sat at the counter on a stool sipping my coffee I caught myself admiring the way my pink toenails shown through the opaque spandex of my tights. Damn it I loved dressing and looking this way. Tears began again. Looking at the calendar on the fridge I realized that Janine was due home in two days, I had better start practicing being David again or my dreams from last night would come true. Then I thought about my hair and eyebrows, I decided I would just tell her that I cross dressed a few times. She seemed to accept it ok. I hoped she would not get too upset. My cell phone rang in the other room, startling me. Passing the living room mirror I noticed my feminine gait as I hurried to find the phone, my elbows were tucked in close, hands out bent at the wrist, and my butt swayed, I moved like Emily. In the back of my mind I thought well of course you do you are her. I smiled at this, but when I saw the name on the phone I whimpered, it was Donny, or Mr. Jacobs. What was he going to do to me? I said hello, trying to deepen my voice, I sounded ridiculous. "We need to talk, this morning. I want you over here in two hours. Also, don?t even try to hide what you were wearing, in fact I expect you to be dressed exactly as you were last night, only you may want to fix your eyes. I don?t like women that have "raccoon" mascara. Do you understand? Oh and bring every piece of identification you have. Your passport, driver?s license, everything. If you don?t I will know and come get it." Don said. I said yes but when I tried to ask why all I heard was the line go dead. "Did he just refer to me as a woman? Raccoon Mascara? Why did he want me to dress like that, and what was with my ID?" I wondered out loud. As I pondered it, I decided I better get moving, I would need to iron the wonderful floral dress I had on from the night prior and I hoped I could find another pair of white pantyhose, the others were dirty from walking around in my stocking feet when I got to David and Janine?s, oh my I just reverted to being Emily again. With that my first orgasm since Don came home happened. I ran up the stairs. When I pulled up to Don?s house I checked myself in the mirror one last time. He expected me to look a certain way for him and I did not want to disappoint. I smiled, then frowned. I had been experiencing this all morning. I kept reverting to Emily. As I did my makeup I would wonder if Don would like my lips, then I would remember I was David. When I tied the sash on my dress I twirled with pleasure that Don would love my legs in these white nylons, he insisted I always wear pantyhose. Then it hit me what I was thinking and the thought of how my mind was working excited me, I had really feminized myself. I immediately came hard in my pad with that. So much so, that I had to hurry and change it. After all these thoughts I finally opened the door to the car and swung my legs out. At the door, I looked down at my toes in the peep toe pumps and shuddered, mini orgasm, why was this thrilling me so? I squared my shoulders with my purse over my arm and knocked. The door opened just as my knuckles left it. There stood Don dressed like he just came home from the golf course, kakis and a polo. I looked up at his 6?4" frame and tried to smile. "I wondered how long you were going to sit in the car," he said. He had been watching me. "Oh god I hope he did not see me shudder," I thought. He stepped back and gestured for me to come in. I stepped past him and as I did I swear he smelled my hair. When the door closed he moved around me and went to the living room. "Well David, or whatever you call yourself come in and lets talk," he commanded very forcefully. To which I shook with excitement. His straight forward manner was having a real effect on me, a pleasant one. I went in and laid my purse on the mantle as I always did. Then moved over to my easy chair, swept my skirts under and sat. I crossed my legs at the ankle, put my hands in my lap and looked up at him. He was smiling. He said nothing just stared at me. This made me fidget. Finally he spoke. "You have been living here haven?t you?" he asked. But when I was going to answer he held up his hand. "No need to say anything it is obvious. You have been wearing all of her clothing too. Not only that you have cleaned and ironed all my shirts. My dress pants have never looked so nicely pressed. I found that you were in the safe, but didn?t touch the money. What you did move was her papers. At first I was confused by this, but then I remembered your comment about how perfect she is, I understood. David, or should I say Emily, you have been living as her, or maybe trying to become her, haven?t you." My breath caught in my throat and I shivered when he called me that, I came in my pad hard. I quickly look down maybe he did not notice, he did. "Holy shit, you just got off at that didn?t you? You just came in your pantyhose," he said laughing. I was mortified. "Answer me Emily!" "Yes, Mr. Jacobs," I half whispered. "Why so formal, you know what to call me, say it again, so I can hear you better," he said staring at me intensely. "Yes, Donny I just came in my pantyhose when you called me Emily and said I wanted to become her," I replied. His wide grin was a little unsettling. Finally he told me to explain, and don?t bother pretending anything or trying to lie. He made me look at myself and brought attention to how I looked and was dressed before I answered. At first I was slow. I explained about my periodic cross dressing. How Janine knew but thought I stopped. I recounted how his wife affected me when I first met her. How profound these things were and new. As I went on it became easier to say, things seemed to just flow out of me like a river. I told him all about the first night in his home. Janine having to stay in New York. I even explained the orgasms and my pad wearing. By the time I explained my hair I was almost hyperventilating I spoke so fast. Then I paused looked at him and finished with, "Donny, I got caught up in it all, to the point that I forgot that I was not Emily. You are right, I was living her life, and I was trying to become her. I realized that it is my biggest dream." Then looking down I said, "But now I know it has to end, I can?t be her, I am not her, and I have to figure out how to be David again. I am sorry I did this to you and your home and family." With that I started to cry. He responded with, "Stop crying woman, no you won?t stop. In fact as of now you no longer have a choice. You want to be Emily, you want to be my wife, and well that is exactly what you are going to do. I am keeping you this way. If you try to stop I will force you. I will ruin your life. But that is not what you want is it Emmy, you want this to happen, need it and I think you like that I am forcing you," he said. I looked at him surprised and was just about to ask about the real Emily when he continued. "Last week while we were in Aruba, I caught her with the pool boy in our cabana. When I got mad she just laughed. She said that she was done with me. She liked it there and was staying. No more wearing the silly dresses and hot pantyhose for me. She was leaving me," he explained. I guess after two more days of fighting he packed his bag, took her passport and ID and all her credit cards and left. She was basically stuck in another country. With that he stood up and went over to my purse. He took it down and opened it up, he took out my wallet and removed my ID, license, credit cards and then pulled out my passport. "Is this everything, or do I need to go to Janine?s and get the rest?" he asked. Puzzled I just nodded. Then he went to his fireplace. I had not noticed when I came in but a pleasant fire was going. He looked at me, then tossed it all in. I gasped and stood up to try and save them. He stopped me cold with a forceful command to, "Sit!" I did just that, knees and feet together hands at my bosom. Turning he told me to follow him into the kitchen. On the counter was all of Emily?s ID. Gesturing to them he said, "There you go, now you have all the ID you will need." Looking at the pile I quivered. "Mr, Jacobs, um Donny, but what about my wife?" I asked. He turned and with a smile asked "whose wife? What are you a lesbian now? If you are referring to David?s wife Janine, well I would say that he has two days before she is home and he better figure out how to break it to her, or maybe he just has disappeared? No I think it will be much more fun for you to go over there with him and explain." I stared at him. This was going way too far. I was just living a little fantasy. I could not actually become Emily, could I? Don left the room and I heard the garage door open, looking out the window I saw him get in my car, David?s car, and drive away. I stood there numb, not sure what to do next. I was trapped. Don had taken my choices away. Was I really going to have to tell Janine about this? With that my cell phone rang. It was Janine. Was this nightmare never going to end I thought. Looking at the phone I hit answer. I didn?t even need to say anything. While I had been at Don?s house Janine had come home two day early. She was home just long enough to shower and repack for a month. She had hoped to surprise me and maybe get to have some loving, but she saw I was not there. She also found her night gown and tights on the bed where I left them. Along with my makeup bag. She asked me directly then, "Have you been cross dressing again? It is ok if you have, just be honest please." Trying to find David?s voice I said yes. She said ok and we would talk more about it when she got home. Unfortunately they were on the way to Mexico city to get the deposition of a local official and it would have to wait until she returned in 6 to 8 weeks since the cell service was next to nothing. Then she told me she loved me and the line went dead. In the kitchen I heard another phone ring. I went in and found the silver IPhone that Emily carried. Don was calling. He had taken David?s car back to his house and needed me to come pick him up. I turned and looked at my purse and he had the house keys too. I decided well I better play along and said yes honey, to which he laughed. "That?s my good new Emmy. See you soon." I went down the hall to the bedroom to grab a coat, but stopped in the on suite. I opened the medicine cabinet. I palmed my estrogen pill and swallowed it dry. When I got to the house he was standing on the front porch waiting with a large manila file in his hand. He came to the driver?s side and opened the door and stepped back. I looked up then realized that I was to get out. When I swung my legs out feet together he commented that I had better legs than the "old" Emily did. He went around the other side and opened the passenger door for me. I smiled at him and sat down and swung my legs in. When he got in he handed me the file and started the car. As he drove he told me to go ahead and look. Inside was David?s birth certificate, Marriage license, SSN card, school transcripts and the contract he signed with Don for employment. "When I told you to bring all of the ID I Knew you would miss things. I wasn?t even sure if I was going to do this until you got there today and told me your story. So, now we have everything, unless there is a safety deposit box or something, is there?" he asked. I nodded no, then, "That is everything legal that I have to proof who I am. Well was." On the way home I explained what happened on the phone with Janine. He asked why I didn?t just tell her everything. I confided that I almost did but was scared. We sat quietly for a minute, then he said well in six weeks you won?t have a choice because you will look nothing like who she knows. I looked at him and asked what did he mean. He told me to pull out Emily?s DL. Then explained, "Tomorrow you and I are going to a friend of mine, a plastic surgeon. He is expecting us at 8am. I called him while I waited for you. You want to be Emily, then you need to look like her, you need her face and other things." He pointed at my chest. He was getting me implants and plastic surgery to look like her. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I was really becoming her! With that I moaned uncontrollably, as I had an earth shattering orgasm. "Gees woman control yourself. You really are messed up in the head." He laughed. When we got home he came around and opened the car door for me. I put out my hand and he took it as I rose. Then I looked up at his face and asked "Do you really like my legs Donny?" He blushed. "Don?t get any ideas, you aren?t a real woman. And I don?t swing that way. I just need a wife to do things around here," he replied. But when my face fell, he added that I had great legs. This made me feel good. Once inside I went automatically to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. He watched me move. I looked at him and asked if he minded if I went and changed my dress, I had been wearing it for two days. He said whatever but just make sure I was in heels and hose. "Of course Donny always, I am like this because I can?t live without them." In the bedroom I had two more orgasms, once when I realized that all the wonderful dresses were mine now. Another with the realization that I no longer had any identity but Emily. David?s was gone, burned, and tomorrow I was getting her face. After a spritz of perfume, and one last check of the hem of my lavender A-line dress I went out to find Donny. I poured him a cup of coffee and brought to him in the office. He looked at me and made the comment that I looked very nice, then that I really did enjoy this didn?t I. I smiled and said yes, but also besides I didn?t have a choice any longer due to him. At dinner he came in and sat down. I had prepared his favorite dish, lasagna. After his first bite, he looked surprised. "This is really good, just like Em...uh you always make." I put my hand on his and thanked him. I explained how I had learned and watched her so long that I could do everything she could, almost. To this he pulled back his hand. I giggled. That night I stood next to the vanity in my penior and looked at the bed. Don, noticed and said nope I was to use the guest room. I said ok and went across the hall. For some reason I was disappointed. Was being Emily turning me gay? Wait that would mean I was a lesbian. I was having issues thinking of being intimate with a woman. This shocked me. I did not sleep much that night. In the morning I showered and dressed in a simple cotton prairie dress, with nude hose and pink flats. Donny pointed at my shoes, but I explained that in the hospital flats would work better. I put an extra pair of pantyhose in a large purse along with multiple pads. I just had a feeling that I was going to be experiencing a number of orgasms. Every time I thought about what I was going to do that day I almost came. On the ride we barely spoke to each other. The air was thick. Finally when we pulled in, I spoke up, "I don?t know if you care, but I really want this. No matter how strange you think I am, all night I sat awake thinking and this is all I ever wanted. You are giving me the best gift I have ever had. I know you and she had your life, but I promise that I will be the best wife in the world for you." Then I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He touched his where I kissed him. Looking at me he just said, "You have no choice but to be." I had an orgasm when he said that. He shook his head. I wont bore you with the gory details but when I woke up I felt like I was hit by a truck. My chest was bandaged. My face was covered and my nose was full of gauze. Also I had a dull ache coming from my groin. This scared me, I reached down to find a small bandage but my penis was still there. This comforted me. I let myself drift off to sleep. I spent a week in the hospital. Don did not visit. I found out that my nose was done, I had cheek implants and a brow and chin shave. I was now a C cup just like Emily. But, what surprised me was that I had also had a bilateral orchiectomy, my testis had been removed. Apparently the constant orgasms annoyed Don. I was assured that I would still orgasm only now I would leak only a small amount of fluid. Also, with them gone I was hormonally female now. I loved that thought. After Don took me home I was expected to be the housewife I looked like. Even while my face healed. At four weeks post-surgery I only had some minor bruising left under my chin, easily hidden with foundation. I did not look exactly like the "old" Emily as Don referred to her, but I was her sister for sure. No one would ever question my ID and the pictures in our house resembled me enough that passage of time was a good explanation for the change. I told a few women I had some work done. As a cross dresser I was in heaven in my wardrobe, and let me tell you, having breasts is amazing. I loved them. I got to cook and clean, all the while in amazing dresses and hose. I didn?t miss my little testis at all. My pantyhose fit so much better. My orgasms slowed down some but at least once a day I still would shudder in relief as I thought about what I had done to myself. I doted on Don. I really enjoyed being at his beck and call. My voice never was anything but Emily. I stopped thinking of not being female, and when I was invited to my husband?s bed to sleep, only sleep, I felt complete. Finally, Janine was due home the next day and I had to reveal who I was now. We had not spoken the entire time. I texted her that I would pick her up at the airport, but she said no she would meet me at home. This was an issue, I had no keys and could no longer get into her house. So I just decided to wait for a phone call. I was sitting in the kitchen nursing a wine spritzer when Don came in. He looked at me and asked who died. I was wearing a black lace over satin dress, and instead of pantyhose today I was wearing black stockings and garters. I looked up and smiled. "Today David does honey, and as soon as Janine calls I will go over and explain it to her," I said. 10 minutes later the call came. I told her I would send David over. I thought Don may want to take me but he reminded me that I was to do this alone. When she opened the door I smiled. She smiled back then looked around me as if trying to find David. I asked if I could come in. She stepped back and asked where David was. I said I would explain. When we sat at the kitchen table, she offered me a drink. Then looked at me kind of weird. "Emily have you had some work done, your face looks different. I mean you look great but a little different." She asked. I smiled and said yes I have. Then she asked again about David. I looked her straight in the face and said it, "I used to be David. That is why I look a little different. I have had plastic surgery to look like this. My boobs are real and well now I live as Emily Jacobs." She started laughing hysterically. "Emily you are crazy and so funny, but really where is he?" Then she stopped and looked closely. "Oh my god David that is you! What have you done! Don?t you think this is taking the cross dressing thing a little far? Wait it this is a joke you aren?t David." I reached over and took her hand. "Come with me and I will prove it," I said and pulled her to her feet. I led her up to the bedroom, then had her sit down. Standing in front of her I lifted the hem of my dress and showed her that I was not wearing panties. There between my now full thighs was what was left of my little penis. "Next month I am going to Montreal to have this removed too. Oh and I am not a cross dresser, I am a transsexual woman and I am married to Don Jacobs now. David is dead. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted. After she came too, and I got her to calm down, we went down stairs again to talk. I called Donny with her listening and told him I would be late but I had put a roast in before I left so when I got home all I had to do was serve him. I ended by making an air kiss and said I love you too Donny. She sat agape at that. "He accepts you like this? I mean do you sleep with him?" she asked. I explained our relationship and that we sleep as husband and wife, but no intercourse. I do satisfy him orally. I love it. She just shook her head. After two hours I had told the entire story. Explained what the "old" Emily had done. How we had done away with David?s identity. I even told her how the act of being forced into it was sexually arousing to me. I confided that even as I told her I had been leaking into my skirt. That after my SRS we I planned on being a complete wife to Donny. She asked about how domineering he was. I told her I love his dominance. Finally, I said I had to go and feed my husband. At the door, I turned and hugged her. "Please visit often Janine. You are still a wonderful person, but as you can see I am not your husband anymore I have my own." As time passed Janine admitted that she had many affairs while she and David had been married. That his passivity was nice but did not turn her on any more. We became close girlfriends. I had my SRS the next month and three months later my husband made me his wife for real. I will never forget the feeling of him inside of me. Seeing my stocking feet on his shoulders and the warmth of his seed as it dripped out of me. I still love to wear the amazing dresses and pantyhose I have, though now I prefer stockings and garters because Donny is an animal when it comes to sex. I can hardly keep up. It is common for him to just come up behind me in the kitchen and lift my skirt. It is amazing. I am soft, get to wear soft things, look feminine and get to be submissive to a loving husband. True some people think he is domineering, but I know the truth. It is all a front. Inside he is a big softy. All I have to do is put my lip out our run my foot along his leg and I can get anything I want. I was once a cross dresser, now I am a woman and a wife with an amazing husband.