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The convention that changed my life. By Our Dairywoman Angel. When I found out that the actor Jay Rosewood was going to be attending the comic and science fiction convention that was being held in my hometown, I was so excited. I was a big fan of him and the role he was best known for playing. For many years, he had played the older but heroic captain on my favourite science fiction show. I became even more excited about the fact Jay was attending the convention when I found out that he would be doing free autograph signings. Of course, there was a slight complication with that. To limit the amount of autograph sellers and the demand on him, it had been decided there were two rules. The first was that any person who wanted an autograph had to come in costume. The second was that the person had to correctly answer a ten-question quiz about the show he starred in. I felt I knew more than enough about the show to pass that little test. When it came time for me to pick a costume to attend the convention in, the choice was easy. I knew just who I wanted to go as. Many years ago, there had been an episode of the show where the ship had been divided into different time zones. In that episode, they introduced a future version of a young female ensign. She had fallen through a rift in time caused by the accident and had found herself trapped in the same time frame as the captain. Seeing the two of them were trapped, they spent thirty years living as man and wife before they finally found a way to undo the damage using time isolating armbands they had created. It was a heart-breaking ending, as they both knew that once time had been fixed, she would never have existed. All that would be left would be his memories of a time that never was. The point being, at the time, I found the mature future version of the ensign to be so pretty. In fact, to be honest, I think that the episode might have been what awakened one of my fetishes. For that to make sense, one needed to understand that in the years that followed, I would find myself greatly enjoying fictional stories about men and women who were became older woman. As the years went by, I even started to experiment. I started to dress as, and to teach myself how to behave as if I was an older woman. That was something that I really enjoyed doing and there were even times when I found myself wishing that I could turn my back on my male life and spend the rest of my life as Vivian. If one is wondering, Vivian was the female name I picked for myself. It was based off my male name, which was Ian. Seeing I had decided to go to the convention as the mature version of the ensign, I knew I needed to work on her costume. Luckily, that wasn't going to be that hard. In the episode, she didn't wear a uniform. Rather than that, she wore normal clothing. I say normal clothing because so many science fiction shows depict civilian clothing as being ugly, like rags stitched together. That or else tacky and tasteless. That was one place where this show was different. The regular clothing worn by people wasn't that different from what was worn by real people in the now. On the day of the convention, when I arrived at where it was being held, I did so as Vivian. One might have assumed that would make me nervous, but it didn't. Okay, so I was nervous, but being dressed the way I was, wasn't what was causing it. What was causing my nervous state was that I was scared I would fail the quiz and miss out on what I saw as a once in a lifetime chance. When the announcement was made that the autograph signings would start, I lined up with a large group of other people who were all in costume. That was when we were informed that each of us would be given nine questions from a random list of five-thousand questions. That way, there would be little chance of cheating by copying answers from other people around us. We were also told that we only needed to get seven of the nine questions right to win our place. For me at least, the questions were really simple. Soon after that, when they were checked by the judges, I was informed that I was one of the lucky ones. Not long after that, I was taken to the room where Jay was waiting. It was at that point that I became really nervous. Oddly, as I entered the room and he looked me up and down, I was sure that he was shocked by me. "So..." Jay said before a long pause. "Who do you want this signed for?" "Ian and Vivian, if I could," I responded. "Normally I wouldn't sign two names, but I sense there is a good reason for your request, so what is it?" "They are both my name. My male name and my female name." When I had blurted that out, I stood there as my cheeks turned bright red. Part of me wanted to run from the room, and the rest of me was frozen to the spot. Smiling, Jay nodded before he signed the photo in the way that I had requested. With that done, he was about to hand it to me, when he put it back on the table, photo side down. While I couldn't see what he was writing, I could see that he was writing something else on the back of the photo. It was only after I had thanked Jay and had been led from the room, that I finally got a chance to read what he had written on the back of the photo. The message shocked me, it read... 'Vivian, how about dinner? Meet me at 7:00pm.' That line was followed by the name of a local high-class restaurant. I have to admit, the note sent me into a bit of a panic. In the end, I spent most of the rest of that day looking around the other attractions at the convention as I tried to work out if I would accept the offer or not. It was around 4:00pm that I finally knew what I needed to do. I decided that if going to dinner with Jay gave me a chance to spend some time with him, than I would risk it. I mean what mega fan like myself wouldn't take a risk for a chance to have dinner with their hero. Feeling my fears turn into excitement about the potential of the night to come, I decided that Vivian needed to do some dress shopping if she was going to look her best. It was just before 7:00pm that evening when I arrived at the place where I was meant to meet Jay. I have to confess that I was so nervous. I was scared and I knew there were so many things that could go wrong. Luckily for me, most of my concerns faded away when I found him outside the restaurant, already waiting for me. With a deep breath, I walked over to where Jay was waiting. As I did that, I saw his mouth fall open. In that moment, I giggled as I guessed that he really liked the look of me in the gown that I had ended up buying just for that evening. I'm not sure how Jay managed to get a table so quickly, but soon after that point, we were seated. That was where things got a little bumpy. As we waited for the first order to arrive, there was an uncomfortable silence. "You know, this is why I really love your country," Jay said with a smile. "Oh?" I responded. "It is so different here, from back home where I come from." "How so?" "Over here I am seldom bothered, and I rarely have cameras shoved in my face. I can walk the streets freely. Sure, people who recognise me sometimes say hello, but I don't end up with a bunch of rabid photographers blinding me with camera flashes. I also don't have every other person filming me on their phone in the hopes that I will make some sort of a mistake that they can sell for money to some media outlet." "I see." "As such, I can have dinner with a beautiful unique woman such as yourself, without photographers trying to get images of the two of us, so that they can find out who you are and dish dirt on you." Hearing Jay call me a beautiful unique woman, made me blush, it also broke the ice and from that point things started to go much more smoothly. It was only once we had eaten the main part of the meal that Jay finally made it clear to me why he had invited me to dinner. "I know from what you said earlier that you aren't what you seem to be..." Jay said in a voice that suggested he was nervous. "Not what I seem to be?" I questioned. "Vivian and Ian... Plus I am guessing that you are in your mid-twenties." "Oh! And yes, I am twenty-four." "Yes..." "Yes?" It was once I had questioned Jay with yes that he began to look more stressed. It was as if he had something to say that wasn't easy for him to say and considering what was coming next, I could understand that. "I wasn't joking earlier..." Jay said. "When I told you that you were a beautiful and unique woman, I wasn't joking. I find you to be the most beautiful and attractive woman I have ever met. On top of that, knowing the truth about you makes you that much more exciting to me..." If hearing that wasn't shocking enough, the next thing that Jay said to me was! In fact, it stunned me totally. "I want to pay to have you become Vivian for real and once you are, I want you to be my wife," Jay said bluntly. For a long time after that confession had been made, I was too shocked to speak. It became clear to me that Jay liked transsexual woman and above that, he liked me, even if it was just a physical attraction to the woman, I could potentially be. That thought came with another one. The second thought was just how exposed he had left himself. What he had just told me was the sort of thing that a certain class of people would pay a lot to know about. Even after about five minutes, as all manner of thoughts swirled around in my head, I found myself unable to speak. "So, what do you think?" Jay asked with signs of worry on his face. "What do I think?" I responded as my mind tried to focus. "Of the idea of becoming Vivian for real?" With Jay having said that again, there was a part of me that was screaming at me to take his offer. Naturally, there was also a more rational part of me that had questions. In the end, it was the more rational part of me that won out. "But, you don't even know me," I stated. "Isn't this a massive gamble?" "Life is a gamble," Jay responded. "Besides, there is a point in the life of any couple where they don't know each other. Right at the start when they first meet... The thing is, that doesn't stop marriages or love from growing between them." By the time that Jay had finished speaking, I had managed to clear my head a little. That had allowed me to realise that more than anything, I wanted to be an older woman. That was the ultimate manifestation of my whole life. I wasn't meant to be a young man, rather I was meant to be a woman in her sixties. With my mind having found a fixed point in the tempest that raged inside it, suddenly other understandings started to form. One such understanding was that to become Jay's wife, would be a dream come true! It was soon after everything had become clear in my mind that I agreed to what Jay was suggesting. When I had, he promised me that I wouldn't regret the choice that I had made. Naturally, there was a part of me that hoped that would be the case. In the time that followed as we slowly ate dessert, Jay and I spoke about some of the finer points of what we had agreed on. We ended up deciding that my transition should happen here. It would be easier if he took me back to the United States, as his mature maiden. Something else that we both agreed on was that the less people who knew about what was going to happen, the better. One of the people who had to know about my transition was Jay's personal doctor. The reason for that was that he was about to become my personal doctor as well. It was around a week after my dinner with Jay that I first met with his personal doctor. The doctor's name was Dr Porter. As one might have guessed, Dr Porter's first act for me was to put me on female hormones. I knew that was a massive short cut over the way things were normally done. At the same time, I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, the current way that most medical systems that would treat transsexuals, treated them was out of date, and frankly harmful to the person in question. For me, living full time as Vivian with the understanding that I would get to spend the rest of my life as her, was one of the best feelings I had ever had in my life... Speaking of wonderful feelings, it turned out that Jay spent enough time in my country that he had bought himself a home here. With that being the case, he asked me to move in with him. I quickly accepted! It didn't matter to me that we slept in different rooms, living under the same roof as him made me feel as if we had started our relationship for real. Just a week or so after I had moved in with Jay, he informed me that he had gotten Dr Porter to look into ways to help me to become myself. That is to say, to help me become the mature lady we both wanted me to be. It turned out that Dr Porter had found a way to start to make that happen. It was an hour after Jay had informed me about what he had asked Dr Porter to do, that I underwent my first treatment. Up until that point, to give myself grey hair, I had been dying my long brown hair with a silver grey dye. Soon after I had been given several painful injections, I found that I wouldn't need to dye my hair any more. The injections I had been given would damage the roots of my hair, causing it to grow naturally grey. The thought of that, made me happy. Not long after my hair had been treated, I made a change of my own to my appearance. As the image I had of my future self, had hearing aids that was what I gave myself. Having bought a set of cheap and clunky hearing aids, I started to wear them right away. I have to admit that getting used to the hearing aids, took a while. They made everything sound so loud. As well as that, they made sounds so much clearer. So much so, that I could hear things I had never heard before. Around a month passed without much happening, but one day, Dr Porter came to me so that he could inform me that he had found a way I could progress in my transition. He had found a local discreet plastic surgery clinic that could do some work on my face. The work we decided on would not only make my face look a little bit more feminine, but it would also age it. The thought of me having the face of a mature woman, excited me so much that I quickly agreed to let the operation happen. It was just a few days after I had agreed to the operation that I was booked into the clinic. It was soon after I had, that the surgeon who was to work on my face came to speak to me about what I wanted. During that conversation, he confessed that what I wanted had become more popular of late. Yes, according to him, it had become more popular for women to want to be surgically aged. When it came to the operation itself, I don't remember a thing about it. One had to remember that for it to happen, I was out cold. As such, there is little I can say about what happened. What I can say is that when I woke-up after the operation was over, my face was covered in bandages and it hurt. I took that for being a good thing as it told me that the operation had happened. During my recovery as my face was slowly peeled like an onion, I was given the chance to see what was going on. That was an offer that I declined. I had decided that I didn't want to see my new face until it was fully healed. On the day that I finally got to see my new face, I was blown away. The work that the clinic had done was perfect. Every single trace of my youthful male face was gone. All that remained was the beautiful face of an older woman. I had deep lines and wrinkles in all the right places. They had even made it so that I had crow's feet around my eyes and my lips. The moment that I had finished studying my new face, I knew that I loved everything about it. That being said, I knew there was another person who mattered in this case. Turning to face Jay I smiled at him. "So what do you think?" I asked in a voice that sounded more female than ever before. "I think you are beautiful," Jay responded. Moments after Jay had said that, he walked over to me and kissed me on my newly aged lips. As the kiss happened, I could feel a new passion. It was almost as if his body knew that he was kissing a woman of his own age, rather than just the pretend thing that I had been. That night, to celebrate my new face, Jay took me out to dinner. It was that night that I had my first run in with the sort of photographer that he had once told me about. The kind that he disliked more than any other sort on the face of the planet. It turned out they had gotten a good photo of the two of us, and by the following morning, it had been posted in a dozen different places. All of them asking the same thing, who was I? And, was I his new girlfriend? Both Jay and I knew that the photo and the articles painted a target on my back. We knew that it made what we were doing so much more risky. At the same time, we both agreed that we couldn't stop. I still wanted to be an old lady and he still wanted me to be an old lady. Moreover, by that point, something magical had started to grow between us. It was that photo of me that ended up triggering the next stage of my transition. One outlet that had looked at the photo more carefully than the others had raised some questions about my breasts. They had noticed that my breasts seemed uneven, that the left one was lower than the right one. What could I say about that? That was the risk of using an old set of stick on breast forms that had long since lost their stick. "Breast implants..." I said one night over a dinner that consisted of chicken breasts. "I beg your pardon?" Jay asked. "I think it is time I got breast implants." "You do?" "Yes. I would like real breasts of my own." "I can't argue with that... So any thoughts on what you want?" "Yes, I do?" "Okay?" "I want you to pick the sort of breasts I get, that we I get the breasts I want, and so do you!" "Oh, okay. That sounds good!" The following day, Jay and I had a talk to Dr Porter about what we had decided on. He was so sure that we could trust the clinic that had been used for my face that we decided to use it for my breasts as well. My new breasts might have been the one place where Jay decided the profile of a woman in her late sixties wouldn't apply. While he wouldn't tell me what it was, he told me that he had plans for my future asides from me being his wife. Those plans meant that the saggy breasts of an old lady wouldn't work. So rather than that, I would be given a set of rather large implants, which would give me slightly bouncy breasts. All during my recovery, part of me did wonder what Jay's plan for me was. That being said, I decided not to ask, as I didn't think it was bad. Why would he do something bad to me when he wanted me as his wife? The night after I had been informed that my new breasts were healed, I spent over an hour locked away in my room. The reason for that was simple. I decided to spend the evening playing with my new breasts. Not only for the more perverted reasons that one might think of, but also to get to know them. It was during the process of getting to know my new breasts that I happened to find out that I really loved it when they were kneaded. I just hoped that one day Jay would do that for me. I didn't have to wait that long for my desire to have Jay play with my breasts to become a reality. It was the following night that he directly asked me if I would allow him to have a feel of my new breasts. Do I have to explain that my top and my shape wear were both on the floor before he could take his next breath. In the dim light of the lounge room as Jay's hands started to massage my new breasts, I knew that I had found a new level of pleasure. It was unlike anything I had felt before, and was even enough to wake the unwanted beast that still slept in my panties. Around a week after both Jay and I had gotten to know my new breasts, he took me out to a remote camp ground out in the woods. It turned out he knew the woods really well from all the time that he had spent in the area. That was why he knew about a great spot for the two of us to have a picnic. It was when we had finished lunch that Jay told me he had some gifts for me, that he felt would help me in my new life. The gifts turned out to be some jewellery. Some rings for my fingers as he had pointed out many older women wore rings, some bracelets and bangles for my wrists and last of all, some earrings. The earrings were dangly gold fixtures with large red gems connected to them. When I had finished putting the jewellery on, I told him that I loved them before I thanked him. That wasn't a lie either. I really did love my new jewellery. Soon after I had thanked Jay, I noticed that he seemed nervous. "There is one more thing..." Jay said. At that moment, he took a ring out of his pocket. It was a gold band with a large diamond mounted on it. "Vivian Ann Morrow, would you do me the honour of letting me take your hand in marriage?" Jay asked with a shaky voice. Hearing that, I was totally stunned. Sure, I knew that the ultimate goal of what we were doing was for me to become his wife. He had told me that the night that I had agreed to this. Still, the timing of it was shocking. I had expected nothing much to happen until after my transition had finished. In all, it took a few seconds for my mind and my body to catch up. When they finally had, I held out my shaky left hand and when I found my voice, I spoke. "Yes!" I said in a happy but shaky voice. "Yes, I will marry you." Moments after I had said yes, Jay slid his ring onto my finger and before I could get a good look at it, he had taken me in his arms. A few moments later, he had kissed me on my lips. Kissing had become a common thing for us by that point, but that kiss was different. That kiss sent shocks through my body and it left my heart racing. It also left the thing between my legs pounding. That being said, I wasn't the only one who was in a state of arousal at that moment. I could feel Jay's large hard penis poking into me. Sadly, our little moment was interrupted when I fast moving hailstorm rolled in from the west. It forced the two of us to grab our stuff before we made a dash to the nearby toilet block. When the two of us were safely inside, something strange came over me. Much to what must have been Jay's shock, a few moments after that, I had freed him and myself of our wet clothing. As Jay and I stood there nude, I could see that he was confused. That wasn't about to stop me from doing what I knew I had to do. Having dropped to my knees in front of him, I knew I was ready to prove to both him and myself that I was ready to be the woman that we were trying to turn me into. Without a moment of hesitation, I sucked Jay's hard penis into my mouth. With that done, and with him not telling me to stop, I went to town on it. To be honest, I didn't have a clue what I was doing, but he seemed to like it anyway. I say that because it wasn't very long before he started to moan happily. It was while I was licking and sucking on Jay's wonderful penis that I became aware that my own penis was getting very hard. Not that I focused on that for very long. All I wanted to focus on in that moment was pleasing him as much as I could. While it took a bit of time, there came a point where Jay's penis almost choked me as it expanded to fill my mouth, Just a few seconds after that, he let out a mighty moan as his penis erupted. With the sheer volume of what was coming from his penis, I had no choice but to swallow it. I'm just glad that I managed to swallow it all, and that none managed to leak out of my mouth. Not long after I had polished Jay's now softening knob so that it was clean, I happened to look down. As I did that, I noticed that I had blown my own load all over the bathroom floor. It turned out that would be the last day that I would do that. No, not the blowjob, that would become a common thing. I mean that day would be the last day that my penis would blow its load as soon after, the hormones finally stopped my balls from doing what they had once done. There was another reason why my penis would never again erupt, and that was because there just wasn't time. One afternoon Jay found out that after a shut down that had lasted eighteen months, the show he starred in had been renewed for another season. Seeing that was the case, he needed to be back in the States by the start of the year so that filming could get under way. With time now no longer being on our side, Jay went to Dr Porter and asked him if he could find a way for me to have my gender reassignment surgery as soon as possible. Just on four weeks after that request had been made, I found myself being booked into a local private hospital where my gender reassignment surgery would be taking place. The operation itself happened a few days after I booked in and I guess it went well because I woke-up after it. What followed me waking up was a long recovery where Jay and I worked on getting me American citizenship. Thanks to some of the connections that he had, we were able to streamline that process and before I knew it, I was a dual national. Yes, Miss Vivian Ann Morrow had legally become an American citizen. One of the last things that Jay and I did before we headed to America so that he could start filming was to get married. It wasn't a big event. Rather than something massive, that drew too much attention it was just a small service held in front of a celebrant. The outcome of our marriage was still the same. When all the documents had been signed, I was legally Mrs Vivian Rosewood. That night, as Jay finally inserted his penis into my new vagina, it was bliss for the both of us. Things became even more wonderful as he started to kneed my breasts and as I started to rub my aged hands over his manly chest. Later that evening, once Jay had unloaded his seed into me and had blown my mind by teaching me just how wonderful sex as a woman could be, we ended up falling asleep in each other's arms. We were a newly married couple who really couldn't be happier. Of course, that wasn't the end of the story... On the day that Jay and I arrived in America, I got a real taste of the sort of photographer that he had warned me about. Moments after we had stepped out of the airport, the both of us were almost totally blinded by the number of flashes that went off in our faces. By the following morning, there were images of Jay and myself all over the place. Many outlets had noticed my engagement ring and wedding band. As such, they weren't just asking who I was. They were also asking if the two of us were married. Truth be told, neither Jay nor myself were that worried about those questions. We had worked out that finding out who I was or more who I had been, would almost be impossible. Asides from a hospital that was too busy to even remember me, a clinic that had no idea of the importance of the work they were doing, and a doctor who would never tell, there was nothing that connected the woman that I was, to the man that I had once or never been. As I settled into this wonderful new life, as Jay's loving mature wife, it turned out that he had one more surprise in store for me. As part of his ultimate plan for me, he had spoken to the producers of the show and had gotten them to write me in as a character. I would be playing the future version of the female ensign from the episode that had basically started me on the path to the life I now had. He had even told them how to make it happen. It would be revealed that due to the armband that isolated her from time, when time reset she found herself in a bright new future. In this new future, she had no place, as she was already there, so she travelled back in time to be with the man she loved! I guess that all the years I had spent acting by pretending that I was a young male, helped me. It turned out that I was a good actress. When it finally came time for the new episodes to air, there was a little concern shown by the network. Some of the big people upstairs were worried that the idea of the captain being married was a bad one. Marriage meant that he wasn't free and there for not as attractive to certain viewers. On the other hand, there had also been a movement trying to get away from the idea that a human in space will have sex and be able to have sex with anything they wanted. It was that group that felt a married captain was a good idea. In the time that followed, it turned out that the focus of many of Jay's fans changed slightly. They started to fantasise about being me to be with him. I wonder if that will cause more sexy old ladies like myself to come into being. Really, it doesn't matter, what matters is that I made the best choice of my life and I am happy as his wife. I wouldn't change that for anything! End.