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Happy Hour
Chapter 6
Stefanie Flowers
Despite many misgivings on my part, David had moved in with me. On the
good side, the extra rent money kept me financially afloat. Mandy was
happy as Jack could now move in with her. On the bad side, I no longer
had any respite from being Stefanie, even in the privacy of my own home.
I only had the one bedroom so he ended up sleeping with me. To maintain a
realistic persona for Stefanie I needed to dress appropriately at all
times so I wore skimpy lingerie to bed. This had its inevitable
consequences as I often found myself being spooned from behind and David
having his way with me.
I had already been dressing everyday as a woman, in fact I looked
ridiculous dressed as a anything else, but now I had no choice even at
home. I'd been portraying a woman for so long that it no longer felt
weird having breasts and a well cushioned backside. It felt natural and I
would probably feel weird without them. But now things had changed. I was
no longer in control of my own life allowing things to go only as far as
I wanted to let them. I was now being coddled and treated as someone's
woman. At first I had shuddered at his touch and desire for closeness.
I'd resented feeling his possessive arm around my waist, and having to
act fondly towards him when out in public. Now I was having to accept the
same acts of fondness and possession in my own home.
Mandy kept badgering me to redecorate my abode in a more appropriate
style. With her and David's help, I soon found myself living in a sea of
femininity. I now have a four- poster bed hung with sheer netting, satin
sheets and comforter. All of my windows are now draped in frilly curtains
and I have a makeup dresser with mirror to facilitate getting my face on
each morning. Of course, to make room for David's things all of my male
clothes were donated to charity. I could no longer lounge on the sofa
playing 'Call of Duty'. When I did lounge, David insisted on me nestling
back into his arms to watch the TV. My only escape from that was a brief
trip to the kitchen to fetch him another beer. I felt trapped into
behaving as the perfect little homemaker doing all of the traditional
female household chores. I seemed to be constantly clearing up after him,
and doing his laundry and cooking the meals. To be fair, he was no
slacker when it came to doing the manly things around the house; helping
me to reach a high kitchen shelf, taking out the trash and, of course,
fixing those mechanical things too complicated for a woman to understand
or requiring a man's strength to accomplish. I couldn't even watch
television without finding myself being pulled into David's arms. The
only release that I got was to go to the kitchen and fetch him another
bee. How had I gotten myself into this mess of domestic bliss? It had to
end soon!
Stupidly, I had agreed to help his career out by pretending to become his
fianc?. To Mandy, to his friends and work colleagues we were officially
engaged. I even wore a very expensive engagement ring presented to me at
a fake proposal in front of his friends and work colleagues. I realize
now that I am the only one who hadn't taken it for real. Everyone else
did, especially now that David and I were living together. David expected
me to live up to my commitment, taking and introducing me everywhere as
his fianc?. To all extent and purposes, my life had become that of a
woman's. I live fulltime as a woman, behave as a woman, feeling like a
woman. I was certainly trapped in a situation of my own making. On the
good side, despite a condition of enforced chastity, I now had David on
24-hour call to satisfy my needs. As good as that had at first seemed, I
now realize I have become addicted to anal penetration. It was the only
thing that could provide me any kind of sexual release; that is until I'm
released from this infernal chastity belt. That, of course, is what
placed David in a position of power over me and why I had gone along so
compliantly with everything.
In truth, despite all of this, I hadn't lost track of my true sexuality.
I'm heterosexual and not the least bit interested in men but had to put
aside my pride to satisfy a sexual need created by my unfortunate
circumstance of being locked into chastity. Unfortunately, I was now well
and truly conditioned into craving, no needing, a daily dose of prostrate
stimulation. If only I could get this stupid chastity belt off I could
ditch David and go back to some healthy, good old, self- masturbation. It
would be so wonderful not to be trapped in the role of being David's
sexual plaything, a she-male whose duty it was to constantly please him.
So there I was getting used to my new existence of domestic bliss when
one morning I received a call from my Doctor. It was time for my checkup
and he'd given lots of thought as to how he might help me gain freedom
from the infernal chastity device. It seemed do long ago I'd asked for
his aid that I had all but written him of as being unable to help me.
Apparently, my request had prompted him to speak to the manufacturer
appealing to them for help on medical grounds. It seems that there just
might be a way to achieve my wishes. We could discuss options at our next
appointment. Having no desire to progress any further towards womanhood,
I'd usually try to put off my scheduled appointments but not this time.
No, this time I couldn't wait to see him.
"Well hallo again Stefanie. I must say you look positively radiant and is
that an engagement ring I see you wearing on your finger?" said the
Doctor greeting me cheerfully as I entered his office.
Why was the bastard always so cheerful? Maybe he enjoyed depriving men of
their birth right, turning them into woman. Yes, that was unfair of me
but I was in a foul mood and impatient to hear some good news.
"Yes," I replied trying to match his display of cheerfulness, all the
while cringing at the thought of how ws working to turn me into a female.
He never missed a thing. Seeing the engagement ring, he would think me
even more committed to having sexual reassignment surgery. Nothing was
further from my thoughts. I had been delaying and postponing the facial
cosmetic surgery and now he would push for doing it even sooner.
"That's wonderful. I was beginning to think you didn't want to become a
female any longer. Some people do have a change of heart you know but I
can see that you are even more committed than ever to becoming a woman.
That being the case, we should consider scheduling the facial surgery for
some time soon."
Why was he being so annoying? I only wanted to hear about how to escape
from my genital prison.
"Before that, Doctor, please tell me that you've found a solution to my
unusual situation."
"Well, yes, I have. The only way that the manufacturer will unlock your
belt is if you have a medical emergency of some kind. Now, it would be
unethical for me to lie to them but if you were to complain of severe
genital pain requiring me to do an emergency orchiectomy on you, I would
have the necessary legal justification to remove the belt."
After taking a pause to let the information sink in he continued, "Do you
understand what I'm saying Stefanie?"
Yes, of course I did. It was a great excuse since no one could disprove
my claim until the hated device was removed. A quick medical examination
would prove me healthy with no need for surgery. I'd still have my
testicles and the hated belt would have been removed.
"Yes, yes I do," I replied grateful to him for such a clever subterfuge.
"OK, then we just need you to sign these papers and I can proceed with
the work."
There seemed to be an awful lot of legalese and papers to review.
Impatient to get on, I skipped quickly to the back and signed the
highlighted areas without reading any of the documents text.
"OK, I'm ready," I said. "Let's get this thing off of me."
I went along with the role play of prepping me for surgery, even letting
them insert an intravenous needle into my arm. It was all just for
appearance sake. A way for him to defend against any legal claim should
the belts manufacturer come to feel that they had been duped. Of course,
there would be no surgery once my genitals were examined and found to be
healthy. To do the examination, not only did the belt need to be removed
but also the vaginal prosthesis that Total Transformations had provided
some months ago to make me look convincingly female. I told myself it
would be good to air the boys out for a while. Let them hang loose so to
speak. Being thus liberated, I would have an opportunity to return to
being an occasional crossdresser or just give the cross dressing up
altogether. No more sexual encounters with David!
As instructed, I lay back on the table spreading my legs wide in
preparation for him to release me from the device. I remembered yelling
"No, no sedative" as the nurse injected something intravenously into my
arm. Before I knew it, I was out like a light.
I awoke in a recovery room, dazed and confused. The Doctor was there in
front of me saying that everything had gone well. He was very pleased
with the success of my surgery.
"What surgery?" I managed to croak out weakly.
"Just take it easy and sleep for a while. I'll be back when you wake up."
When I awoke, I was alone. My wrists were restrained to the bed and
unable to explore my body. I could tell that my face was all bandaged up
and there was some kind of tent over my lower body. It must all be some
kind of misunderstanding. What had they done to me? I didn't really need
to ask the question for it seemed obvious that I was further along the
road to becoming a woman, but how much further?
"Young lady, I'm happy to see you're awake now. The sleep was good for
you. I very happy to tell you the facial surgery turned out perfectly.
There'll be some temporary bruising but in a few weeks that will all be
gone. I can't wait to see how beautiful you've turned out to be. We
accomplished all of the facial improvements that you selected previously
and managed to adjust your vocal chords into a pleasing female range."
My response was to burst into tears, fearful that I no longer had any
choices. I now had the face of a real woman; one that I had playfully
selected thinking that I would never actually let them do the surgery.
"There, there. I know it's overwhelming. A bit difficult to take in all
at once but have no fear, everything went well. You're going to have a
very beautiful face."
"The, the .. tent...." I tried to ask but was so emotionally upset I
couldn't get the words out.
"Oh, you mean that. Well, you were right. It's good you came to me and
complained of genital pain as soon as you did. The cancer in your
testicles was so far progressed that you required a full orchiectomy.
Fortunately, since you signed a power of attorney for us to make medical
decisions on your behalf, and your goal to become female, we thought it
best to proceed with the full SRS." He said this while winking at me as
if to suggest this was all part of the subterfuge that I thought that we
had agreed upon.
"The surgery has been a complete success and I welcome you to the full
sisterhood of being a woman. Now, all we need to do is ensure that
everything sets properly. You'll need dilating every day until your new
vagina fully healed. Probably for about a couple of weeks. Then, if all
goes as expected, we can discharge you."
"God no," I cried out in despair at what had been done to me. I suppose
many might say that I had got what I deserved but all I felt was an
overwhelming sense of grief at what I had just lost.
"She's very emotional and probably in some pain" said the Doctor. "Let's
give her a sedative and let her sleep for a while."
I woke up weeks later, all healed up and surrounded by my parents, Mandy,
Jack and David. Looking into their happy faces, I didn't know how to
react. To express my pain and sorrow at no longer being a man or to
accept what was now reality and at least pretend to be happy. Whether I
like it or not, I'm permanently a woman now so I decided to just go along
with my new existence as a woman. Of course, my parents had been shocked
to see their one and only son turned into a woman but, like me, they had
to learn to live with it.
Trying not to be obvious, I moved my hand under the bedsheets to see what
my new vagina felt like. I got a shock when I felt a familiar cold hard
touch of metal.
"What's this?" I exclaimed in shock, not caring that anyone could see my
distress.
"Calm down, my love" said David. "Now that you are healed the belt's
manufacturer insisted that you fulfill the contract to wear it until your
wedding day. They recognize you are not Mandy, but by putting it on you
made a commitment they feel morally compelled to help you keep."
"You must be kidding! I'm not even getting married yet. They can't keep
me locked up for years and, besides, they wouldn't know when to set the
timer for," I argued in desperation.
"Yes, that's true," responded David in an infuriatingly calm manner "but
they don't really use a timer. The lock is really released by a coded
radio signal from a satellite. If there is no definitive wedding date, on
the actual day, once the pastor enters the marriage into the official
legal record of marriages electronically, the belt is automatically
unlocked."
I had gone through all of this, the sex change and everything for
nothing. "So," I complained, "I'm stuck like this for the unforeseeable
future?"
"Well, not necessarily," said Mandy. "It was good that Jack and I decided
to have a trial run of living together. We've decided to delay getting
married for a while and, so as not to waste all that money, David said
you would be delighted to step in as the happy couple. Every thing's been
arranged and, of course, you even have the perfect wedding dress ready to
wear for the happy occasion."
This just couldn't be true. I was now supposed to be the one getting
married.
"Yes," said my mother excitedly. "Your father and I have booked and paid
for your honeymoon as a present. Two weeks in a bridal suite on Bermuda.
Isn't that the most wonderful news?"
It just kept on getting better. No one had bothered to consult me about
what I wanted. It was all just too much to take in at once. I had no idea
what to do. I needed some quiet time to myself to sort out my options and
make a decision about how to live the rest of my life.
First, I had to recognize some truths about myself. Once just a cross-
dresser I am now irreversibly a woman. I enjoy dressing and being a woman
but am not attracted to men. In fact, I don't like being touched by a
man. I'm only attracted to women and can now only pursue a meaningful
loving relationship with one as a lesbian. David, though he loves me, I
have no feelings for him. He just has the necessary attributes to fulfill
my sexual needs while I'm trapped in chastity. So, what am I to do?
* Stay unmarried but locked up continuing to use a man for sexual release
from behind.
* Set myself free by challenging the belt manufacturer in court. Such a
case might take years to resolve and I could even lose.
* Release myself from chastity by getting married and then filing for
divorce on the grounds of being entrapped in chastity.
* Get married to David but only if he accepts an open marriage so that I
can pursue lesbian relationships of my own choosing
* Make David and Mindy happy by marrying David and becoming his devoted,
if not loving, wife.
God, I don't know. What would you do? What a mess I've created of my
life, all from wanting to enjoy a cross-dressed weekly 'Happy Hour'.
Vera
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