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WoMen in red Writen by: Julian069 1. Part. Julian is caught by 4 women in his penchant for women's clothing and forced to become a Dolly. 2. Part. Julian's wife gambles Julian's self-determination, both of them get into slave service. 3. Part. Julian takes on his role as a woman, experiences erotic adventures, but also finds an explanation for his passion. Part 1: I am male, my name is Julian, live in Berlin Germany, I am 44 years old, 178 tall, weigh 70 kg, happily married, and keep the little secret that I like to slip into women's clothes Last May, the first warm days, Friday evening, I worked longer because my wife went to her mother in Cottbus and does not come back until tomorrow evening. I'm going home. At KaDeWe, I want to buy Eric Clapton's new CD shortly before the end of loading. At the end of the 2nd floor escalator, I see, reduced in the special offer, a dream of red silk dresses. I am magically attracted. I catch my breath, at 70 ? it is cheap, but how many times have I bought women's clothes and then they didn't fit. Since it is close to closing time and the salesclerks are already in the evening, I take a size 42 dress from the stand, as inconspicuously as possible with tingling in the belly, I head for the changing rooms in the back left of the stairwell. I can go unnoticed in the last cabin. Quickly out of me pants, sweater, and shirt. Then I open the back zipper of the dress and shiver in the dress. The cool silk swirls around my legs, then I pull on the right long, bulging sleeve and the dress slides up over my bare body. It takes a little while until I have my left arm in my sleeve. The silk dress extends to the middle of the calves so that the lining material rustles on the legs. It's a bit tight in the hip area, but I particularly like that when I feel something tight. Then comes the exciting moment when the zipper is closed. With a little contortion I find the zipper and can push it up in the back, reaching over my neck, I can pull the rest up with the other hand. Done! Plucking around a bit, without breasts it is not yet a big hit, but I am thrilled, perfect. The silk with the lining is beguiling, and rotating slightly in front of the mirror, it swings around the unfortunately still bare legs. What will it be like when I calmly go home, my wife is with her mother, me with nylons and underwear, my breasts, turn in front of the mirror? My little friend is already overly excited! Now quickly get out of your dress and pay. With a jerk the curtain is pulled aside, and two saleswomen are furiously standing in front of me. I'm panicking, red pear, what should I do? In the blink of an eye one of the sales assistants picks up my pants and the other things from the hook. She says, "What kind of customer do we have here? There are still a few things missing! What do the tennis socks look like in such an elegant dress?" With one foot she kicks my sneakers out of the cabin. "Wait here, we'll be right back." The curtain closes again. I have no breath, what should I do? I am half naked in the cabin, the sales assistants have my things, the papers, the money, the keys, the cell phone. I sit down first and hope the nightmare is over. But nothing happens at all. How much longer should I wait? I blink through the curtain, few customers are still in the shop, nothing can be seen from the salespeople and my clothes. I sit like on fire for 10 minutes, hardly dare to move, should I take off the dress? Yes, is better, but then naked through women's clothing and then into the subway? There they are again, they open the cabin, but please don't go that far, the other customers are already looking. The salegirls and have a lot of clothing with them. The smaller, short blonde hair, gray pants suit says: "Put these things on so that you can come with us at all, or would you rather go home alone as you are now?" She hands me the stack of underwear, nylons, a pair of red thong sandals fall to the floor. I access automatically, speechless. Grinning, she says, "Well, I knew it! That you are one of the men who find the male ugly, just as we lesbians disgust us in front of the guys. Jacky help the poor sausage to get dressed, I'll take care of the rest." With these words, she pushes the brunette colleague, who looks great to me, into the cabin and pulls the curtain from the outside. I want to say something like: please let me go and start stammering around. I get a quick slap in the face and all resistance dissolves. "Socks off and then the tights on!" Jacky holds out a pair of pink tights for me, I sit on the stool and take off my tennis socks, Jacky pulls up my stockings, kneels in front of me and pushes my foot into the Perlon, I feel foggy, second foot. I stand up like a puppet. Together with the dress, she pulls up the tights. Something bulges clearly in my underpants and shows that this care is not unpleasant. The dress slides down crackling on the stumps. Jacky says only smugly, "That you men always have to adorn yourself. Now in your shoes, there were no bigger than 43!" The toes are a little tight, but the strap makes it easy to adjust. The heel is not extremely high, but I'm pretty shaky on it. Jacky opens the zipper in the back and pushes the dress off my shoulders, the tights pulled up again, everything is now in the crotch. From behind she holds out a longline bra, I hesitate for a moment when she grabs my arm and puts it through the strap. Jacky is almost as tall as I am, there can be no question of weak sex! The other arm almost goes by itself. It has to pull well to bring the ticks together. "Pull in your stomach, your fat belly!" Now it works, and slowly it gets narrower towards the chest. The fat rolls spill out a bit below. "We'll have to change that soon, but we don't have time now, the house will close soon and then we have to get out of here!" It disappears for a moment and I look in the mirror, puzzled. I make a pitiful figure like this: half dressed, shaky on the heels, the dress hangs from the waist, the red bra with its empty pointed cups. I do not care now; the main thing is to get out of this damn locker room again! There is Jacky again, with tissue paper from the shoe department, "There was nothing better on the fast, that has to be enough!" She stuffs the cups with it, the paper does not scratch my nipples unpleasantly. She stuffs the bra tight. "Otherwise, you'll fall out of it!" Dress up in the sleeves and zipper in the back. My look down shows me: Jacky understands her craft, there is even a hint of waist, fortunately the silk dress closes with a cuff on the neck, so that no paper can look out of the cleavage. Jacky closes this cuff with a tick. My Adam's apple can hardly decide whether it should stay under or over the cuff. Now the cuffs on the sleeves. "Except for the head, you already look quite passable, hopefully Ricky will come soon!" Jacky is nervous too. Ricky approaches with a happy whistle. She tears open the cabin. "Well, my darling, it looks pretty neat here!" She hands Jacky a brunette, half-length wig, and a red wool cape. "Come on, we have to get out." Jacky puts the whistle on my head from the front, Ricky takes off my glasses. I am a little short-sighted. Ricky puts on my cape, which falls loosely up to my waist, presses me on the stool and ties my forearms behind my back at lightning speed with cable ties. "So that you don't make us bitch! It's better for you, we'll drive you out to wear women's clothes voluntarily!" I am getting smaller. Jacky opens her purse and paints my mouth with lipstick. A stroke of the eye, "Now let's go." The two pull me up. In the mirror the slightly foggy image of an elegant dark-haired woman in a red super outfit appears. Next to me, Jacky, in a pastel-colored costume that looks almost like me. Then Ricky rumbles off. "You look like sisters!" They took me under, my arms are fixed on my back, and it goes down the stairwell to the staff exit. The two put their cards in the time recording, did the Security Man grin? I can't say it exactly with my blurry look. On the street outside, Ricky says, "It's only two blocks to our apartment, you can walk there." They let go of me carefully and I start getting used to the shoes. Evenly the dress and the cape swing back and forth, with the heels I am forced to wiggle my hips. Is everyone staring at me? I cannot say that without glasses, maybe better that way. Ricky from behind, "He's already running like a hooker!" Jacky, "Leave it, he still needs a little time." What are the two of them up to? I feel very queasy. In the shop windows, the image of three women is reflected. We turn the corner, Ricky says, "We are already there, we tell Ellen and Nena, we have our skating evening anyway." She unlocks the front door and pushes me into the hallway. "Get up with you, 3rd floor!" I go ahead, the two are whispering behind me, I have the feeling that they are trying to see as much of my legs as possible under my dress. "Not such a bad chassis," says Ricky. She rings on the second floor and we wait at the door. A huge, slim girl, she is definitely a head taller than me, with long dark hair opens. Ricky: "Hy Ellen, come up to skate with us afterwards, we have something else to play," she looks at me, and I notice the blush shooting into my face, "she's still a little shy. " Ellen just grins and says, "Nena is still downstairs in her barber shop, but she has no customers and will be ready in a moment, so see you soon." We climb the last flight of stairs and Ricky unlocks the apartment door. A comfortably furnished apartment welcomes us. Jacky takes the cape from me and pushes me into the first armchair. I sit rather uncomfortably with my arms behind my back. Ricky rummages in a closet and creates a leather collar with a leash and locks. She puts on my collar, the lock snaps shut, and the leash pulls her through the back of the armchair. With a pair of pliers, she snaps the cable ties through, I can sit down properly. The dress lies in folds over my legs and caresses me with every little movement. The line is long enough, so I get up again and arrange the dress so as not to wrinkle it. "But you do that very skillfully," says Jacky. "How long have you been doing this with the women's clothes? Tell me!" Ricky brings a red wine bottle and three glasses; a sip is a blessing. So, I start to tell: "As long as I can remember, women have fascinated me in their clothes, especially in the old Hollywood strips, Ginger Rogers, Greta Garbo and so on, with their great wardrobes. At Snow White, I always imagined that I would be in the white dress Lying helplessly in the glass coffin My mother sometimes dressed in elegant clothes for parties and the rustling always made me totally nervous. When I got to know my wife, it died down, we were busy with the home and at work, but unfortunately my wife cannot suffer from skirts and dresses at all. I believe that with the time when sex was no longer the most important thing for me, the old passion began to rekindle in me. At flea markets and special offers, I bought a dress part here and there. When my wife is with her mother, I put on the clothes and enjoy the feeling of the clothes on my skin and being a Grand Madame. I keep reading stories about crossdressers and trannies. It excites me to be in women's clothing or to think about it. I am the second son and should be a girl, maybe which also matters. For my wife, her name is Franka, it is the other way round, she is the second girl in the family, did not become the expected son, so maybe her dislike of dresses. I wish she would wear nice clothes, then maybe I wouldn't have such a strong desire to do it myself. " Finally, it was out I had never spoken so openly about this topic before, it felt really good, but here in the situation everything didn't matter anyway. "Can't you let me go, I don't want anyone to know, what does that bring you to hold me?" Ricky: "Let that be our problem, such flabby men have to see where to go. The guys are just moaning, I like that most about you wimps! Here I do what I want and don't argue, right ' s Jacky? " "Yes," came Jacky with a humble look. I probably had no change to get out of here safely. The doorbell rings and with a big hello Ellen and Nena are greeted. "You have a surprise, said Ellen, what is that supposed to be?" Asks Nena, a small fat woman with short hair. Ricky pulls me up on the collar and leads me around like a mare at the cattle market. "This is our newest toy, we should call it Dolly, it fits!" Says Ricky. Nena is amazed. "That's a guy, where did you pick him up?" And Jacky tells the story from the start. There is a lot of laughter in some places, but I'm getting smaller. Ellen reaches between my legs and says, "Everything is actually there." She lifts my dress up at the front and starts to laugh. "He's still wearing firewood underpants; don't you think he smells a bit strong! We should maybe take care of Dolly first!" The others are immediately enthusiastic and start fiddling with my clothes. The dress falls, I in underwear, the paper spills out of the bra. Great laughter again. Nena pinches my bacon roll. "That looks disgusting, don't you have a corset, Jacky? You can't let her out on the street!" I am getting hot, what are they up to? I'm already standing naked; Ricky throws my underpants into the trash with two fingers. "First go to the bathroom with him!" Nena pulls my wig down and pushes me into the bathtub, first cold water over my manhood, which immediately shrinks. Nena puts on rubber gloves and starts to apply cream to my balls and eggs. With the same cream, she carefully rubs my chin and upper lip. "Hold still now, or you'll hurt yourself!" She spreads the rest of the tube on my legs and chest. Something starts to burn on the skin. "Just a moment, let's move on!" Nena reaches into my pubic hair with the glove and to my horror she has a whole bunch of it in her hand. So that was hair remover. How am I supposed to explain this to my wife? Now Nena washes me off with the shower and all my hair disappears into the drain. Now the plug in the bathtub and warm water runs in, bath oil. Nena: "Now relax, my princess." The other women are grinning in the door, how embarrassing it all is, the collar is closed at the tap. Ricky: "Let's get the play cards and toast to the evening. We can play for Dolly, the winner of every round, can do whatever she wants with her. The winner of the game will get her for the whole night!" Everyone is excited, only I lie in the tub and, on a short leash, can't do anything. I run my hand between my legs, an unfamiliar bare feeling, so without hair, even on the legs the touch seems more intense. My chin has never been so smooth! The girls get me out of the tub, rub me off with terry towels and start to apply body lotion "Gabriela Sabatini." I start to smell. Being creamed by four women is every man's dream, but I'm not comfortable with it. Ricky puts the leash on a cabinet post, and so they sit down at the game table. "18, 20, pass." Without paying attention to me, the round of skat goes around. I feel pretty stupid. Jacky creams one stitch at a time and wins. Jacky: "I want Dolly to put on my strong corset so that her figure looks like something!" She pulls a black, long, lace and silk part out of the bedroom, with a bra part attached, garter straps dangling from it. All the women are around me when Jacky holds the part out to me and asks me to get in. She pulls it up to the armpits and the laces begin to pull in. It is slowly becoming uncomfortably tight, the chest is lifted, the waist is getting narrower, breathing is harder, Ricky fires Jacky to pull it even closer, but then it is finally over the four comment on my figure: "We have to put something into the cups!" says Ricky. Nena, "We take balloons filled with water, they are just as heavy as real boobs", and she rushes off and brings one Bag of balloons. In the first one, she lets too much water. It does not fit in the basket, but then she filled two, and they fill everything well without falling out. The ballast pulls heavily on the straps. Jacky brings Nylons, very delicate in black with seam, an incredible feeling on the hairless legs. Eight hands pluck the seams beguilingly. Jacky: "Try my black pumps. I have 43 1/2." The heel is definitely 7 cm high, but I am better off than in the red shoes. All of Jacky's things seem to fit me well. Ellen: "Go on playing! I want to win now; I already know what I'm going to do with him!" But Ricky wins. "I can't stand the sight of this dangle in front of Dolly; I want to try to tame this thing with leucoplast!" Oh, my goodness! "Get down on your back! Legs wide!" she orders. The four women are already forcing me to the ground and keeping my legs apart. Ricky sticks a long strip over the hairless belly directly over my cock and pulls the rest over my buttocks to the right, then another to the left, the eggs protrude from the sides. Ricky: "How fat labia it looks here! Give me a lipstick, I'll paint it on now." I could sink into the ground in shame, everyone grinning above me as Ricky paints my hairless testicles. Ricky: "I want to see how he can pee, let her drink a bottle of water on ex!" I have no choice; a lot of water no longer seems to fit in me and the corset. I feel miserable. In the next game Nena wins. "As a hairdresser I will conjure up a cute doll for you. You stick on red fingernails; I straighten the wig and the make-up." Pushed into the armchair, Jacky and Ellen work my hands. Nena wears make-up, eyeshadow, false eyelashes, lipstick and coats the brunette, half-length, curly wig. The skin is tight, with the long nails you can no longer really grasp, the eyelids feel heavy when they are done with me. The next game wins Ellen. "Finally it's my turn. Come here, my little doggie! Get on your knees with me! I want to stroke you." Leashed, I crawl to her chair on all fours. She pats my buttocks at night and makes me snap for pretzel sticks. She puts down a deep saucer of red wine for me to sip. Ellen: "Such a clever tongue for a strap-on bitch! I get very wet in the crotch. Lick me dry again!" Under the hooters of the girls, she takes off her panties, flips up her pleated skirt and shows me her shame. Nena pushes me from behind and I lick her clit under her skirt. Ellen is getting wilder and her juice pours during orgasm. My arousal is severely hampered by the tape, but I almost feel like I need to burst. Ellen lets go of me; my blister is bursting. I ask in a subtle manner, "I have to!" Ricky shouts, "Dolly has to pippi! Squat down on the edge of the tub so that we can all see how Dolly pee!" The girls take off my pumps and I must squat on the edge of the tub. Ellen and Jacky hold me tight, otherwise I would crash. They reward the first drops with applause. The urine runs down my buttocks uncontrollably and splashes into the bathtub. "Our Dolly can't even pee properly!" Ricky complains. The women dry me with toilet paper and put me back in the pumps. How do they want to humiliate me, their imagination knows no limits? In the next game Jacky wins again. I am starting to like her. It does not seem that hard. Jacky: "I don't want her to walk around naked here, I'm going to get my cutest things for our toy." She gets a black dress with tulle over it, a petticoat, and a black lace top with puff sleeves. First in the blouse, buttoned up, then she holds the petticoat out to me, I get in. It reaches me just above the knee. She throws the silk skirt over my head. I smell her perfume and become very weak. She pulls the skirt up to the waist, closes the zipper and a wide patent belt, tugs a little and everyone murmurs enthusiasm. Nena: "I think Dolly looks great, for a guy she has really great legs and you can't see through the petticoat that she has no hips, the puff sleeves cover the shoulders that are too wide! Jacky, you made the best choice, only some jewelry is missing, and we can go anywhere with her. " I cannot say whether I should be happy about the compliments on my appearance. Nena takes the earhole- machine from her shop, my resistance is nullified by the female superior. I start to cry, in pain and shame, long rhinestone pendants dangling from my earlobes. Jacky tries to comfort me and gives me a glass of wine. "All women have been through this, it is good that you feel what it is like to be in uncomfortable clothes, and everyone is staring at you." Ricky intervenes, "Go, last game I want it for me. The bitch will be fine again. I'm going to the final fight anyway!" Ricky really wins, I do not suspect anything good. Ricky: "Let us see if she's still a virgin? Where is your slit, Dolly? I'll have a look at your backdoor! Jacky get our vibrator and Vaseline; I think Dolly is frigid and very dry!" The girls pull my stomach across the kitchen table, Ellen is almost on top of me, Jacky and Nena pull my legs apart, I can no longer move. They push up petticoat with skirt and expose my buttocks. I hear the hum and Ricky pushes the dildo into me. My excitement is unbearable, but the tape keeps the stiff tail back. She works my hole intensively. When Jacky starts to stroke my stockinged legs, it comes to me and the juice runs down the buttocks, but Jacky and Nena immediately lick everything up. Ricky: "It's all right, lick everything up. Our Dolly can now say thank you, now that she does not have to be an old spinster! You had fun, as you can see!" When I stand again, Nena and Jacky arrange my clothes. Ricky holds the vibrator in front of me. I say in a small voice, "Thanks Ricky." Ricky: "So now we all go to the pub, I want to celebrate my victory!" Then she smooches me, shoves her tongue into my mouth and fumbles on my chest, buttocks and snaps my suspenders. I am getting dizzy again, so that's how it is as a woman! We go into the hallway. I begs, "Do I really have to? Can I at least have my glasses back?" Nena, "You don't like men's glasses with your sweet mouse, but in the shop, we have a whole drawer full of glasses that customers have forgotten." No sooner said than done, everyone in the barber shop again. After some trying, I can see clearly through glasses, narrow glasses decorated with rhinestones. Now I can see myself clearly in the mirror. A somewhat rigged-up brunette with half-length curly hair, a protruding, almost too short skirt, under which the petticoat looks funny. A reasonable waist, under the blouse the corset bulges a neat breast. Well-formed knees, the stocking seam in the middle, over nice calves, I am a little unsportsmanlike, the shoes are not yet overly high. Only when you look closely can you see that a man is standing here. I turn aside to be able to look at myself better. Then Ricky pulls on the collar with the leash, "I think he thinks it's great, but we don't want that!" It is now 11:00 p.m. Luckily the street is empty, the five of us run around the block, I am pushed ahead like a dog on a leash, under the jokes of the lesbians. A short time later we are in front of the "Blaustrumpf" gay and lesbian pub. Open the door and I'm pushed in; we all sit down at a round table. None of the other guest's gap. "A round of prosecco for us," Ricky orders. Apparently, it is nothing special here when lesbians lead their slaves on their collars. The landlady, a fat matron, brings a tray of Prosecco and asks, "Well, Ricky, another one?" Ricky: "But a special one! A perverse crossdresser fell into my hands! Los Dolly, get up and let yourself be examined!" I get up and the fat one lifts the skirt and petticoat, reaches between my legs and runs over the taped front part, pats my ass and pinches my breasts with the water balloons. "Very daring without panties! Good work, but what is wrong with the tits, they ripple properly! I still have silicone tits from the gay fagot who couldn't pay!" She brings the dummies, the girls open the blouse, take out the balloons and stuff the breasts into the bodice. Now some guests are curious, and a two-meter man in leather and a cap comes over: "Hey, the little one is exactly my taste, will you let me have it for the next dance?" he asks Ricky. Ricky releases the leash from the collar and pushes me into his arms. "Night in white satin" booms out of the boxes. The guy is hugging me, he stinks of nicotine, sweat and beer, just disgusting. The girls watch everything with a big grin. He moves like a trample and pushes me to the blues across the dance floor. He starts kissing my neck, his saliva disgusts me. His paws make their way over my bottom, under the petticoat and find my glued acorn. I panic. "I have to!" tear myself away from him and stumble on the pumps towards the toilet. Jacky comes right behind. I plead with her, "Please save me from this monster, I will do anything you want, but please not something like that!" I am close to tears again. Jacky first helps me pee with the puffy underskirt and wants to work for Ricky for me. Back at the table, Jacky says, "Let's go, I'm tired and have to sleep." Ricky doesn't feel like it yet, but then hooks the leash into my collar, and we go home. Ellen and Nena say goodbye. In the apartment Ricky says, "Take off Dolly and put on something nice for the night." We both disappear into the bedroom. Jacky helps me to undress and remove my make-up. Finally freed from the tape! She is attracted to a too short, pink baby doll made of transparent polyester. Ricky is only sitting in boxers with a beer in front of the TV when we enter the living room. Ricky: "You make me really horny the way you look." She pulls off her shorts and pushes me backwards into bed, falling on me, she grabs my cock, which is about to become hard, and rubs her clit like a fever on my stiff. She pushes her breast into my mouth, when I suck on her nipple she rears up under her orgasm. "So, you can also have fun with a tail. Now lick our good Jacky!" Ricky pushes me into Jacky's lap and ties a double-sided dildo. I crouch in front of Jacky and Ricky bangs me from behind, gripping and massaging my member through the polyester shirt. Jacky starts to moan as I lick her hole. When Jacky comes, I miss one too. Ricky to me: "Well, you go well together. Soiled your nightgown, you piglet! Now Dolly has to sleep naked! Unfortunately, we only have a sleeping bag for you and a mattress, but you will definitely sleep well!" Jacky fetches a white sack made of heavy satin, with several zippers and exceptionally long sleeves on it. I hesitate, but they force me into the sleeves and sack. At the back they close the zipper, the sack can be closed with a strap at the neck, at knee height they pull the sack together with a band. They tie the sleeves on the back like a straitjacket. Ricky: "Otherwise you still play around with you at night, and so that we don't disturb you, you get another sleeping hood!" Jacky stuffs Ohropax in my ears and I can no longer hear anything. They pull a white cap over my head, only my mouth and nose remain free, everything black around me. I am put on the mattress, a leash hooked on the neck. Completely helpless, like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I lie there and start moaning when they put a gag in my mouth! I do not know if I've slept, sleep or dream. Deprived of hearing and seeing, I lose track of time. Suddenly I notice a creature snuggles up to me like a cat. I lie motionless on my back. It caresses me through the satin sack. Every touch is only intensified by the sense of touch. The hands slide down from the nipples between the legs, where something moves. A zipper is opened, and my tail is exposed! The person sits astride me and shoves the hard penis into their damp column. Up and down, the movements are getting wilder, I twitch, and the person lies down heavily on me. Who could it be? The person rises from me, puts a cold, metal ring around the base of the tail, behind the testicles, and clicks a fastener. The gag is removed, the hood is removed, and I blink at the mildly smiling Jacky. She removes the Ohropax and speaks. "Good morning, sweetie, it is already 11:00 am, you sleep like a marmot. Otherwise, I must sleep in the punishment bag, so I couldn't resist doing what I like. Ricky is already working; I have the day off and breakfast is ready. Jacky: "So that you don't bitch, you wear a dog control for today, it can be used to trigger an electric shock by radio, and it hurts where you got it particularly! " She waves the small transmitter that hangs around her neck. Jacky helps me out of the bag, puts on my half-leg panty girdle that pushes my member away, and hides the little black devil's box. "To make it easier for you, we want to go for a stroll today like two good friends and visit Ricky at work. We still have to pick up your things!" She puts on me a waist corset, pulling my stomach so incredibly away, and the air, a bra filled with silicone breasts, transparent tights 15den, red ballerinas with flat heels, what a treat for the feet! Then a red half-length dress that is buttoned at the front from shimmering viscose. Jacky takes a critical look at me, something is not yet right. "Red looks good on you, but something is still missing on your hips!" Jacky puts shoulder pads in my panty girdle, and female forms grow in my buttocks and hips. We have a leisurely breakfast, not that easy to smear buns with our long fingernails. Jacky says that she used to be straight, but eventually got tired of the selfish, unkempt drinkers and got to know Ricky. She loves Ricky, but she does not really like the dominatrix games. After breakfast she takes me to Nena in the hairdressing salon for makeup and hairstyle. Pearl pins in the ears and a pearl necklace complete everything. In the mirror I see a person who is feminine, only remotely like me. Nena says, "Dolly, don't you think you owe me something?" She sits on a barber chair and pulls up her smock, spreads her legs, no panties. I pleadingly look at Jacky, who just shakes her head and presses the transmitter briefly. Biting pain grips my abdomen, my senses almost disappear, helpless on the little radio, I kneel and do my duty. Jacky and I step onto the street, strolling along the shops. No woman pays special attention to me, only a few men look at me with a smile, as if they wanted to rape me on the spot. We go to the KaDeWe, go to the 2nd floor, women's clothing. Jacky heads for the festive clothing department. "Try the long chiffon dress here!" where she shows me the transmitter. So off to the changing rooms where it all started. Jacky helps me, her colleagues wink at her, do they all know? How embarrassing! I must show myself to the shop assistants, everyone has nothing but praise for my looks, each comes with a different dress to try. It is a dream to be able to try all these wonderful dresses. Only the torture machine on the body and being examined like a mannequin spoil my enjoyment! Adorable lots of dresses, with sequins, beaded, tight, wide, long, and short, I have to try, and my concern grows, I can't turn into a man in time to greet my wife. "We have to look for Ricky to go get your things now!" Jacky breaks off the fashion show. Finally - hope glimmers in me. When we find Ricky, she greets us effusively. "There you two are, Julian your cell phone rings all the time, it is your wife, she sent a text message that she will be in Berlin around 3pm. It would be nice if you called her, and we'll all meet at Alberto Pizzeria!" Panic! No! It does not work! Ricky holds out my cell phone to me, "Go ahead! Tell her something!" Jacky only briefly presses on the transmitter, caustic stinging in the tail, I would also have made an appointment with the Pope. I dial Franka's cell phone number, tell her something about the dead battery, but I'm in town now, big surprise, I'm so looking forward to you, no it's all right with me, finally she says yes at 3 p.m. Alberto Pizzeria. So, nothing, Franka will learn the truth, how will she react? Shortly before 3pm the three of us are in the restaurant, just around the corner from KaDeWe, it is not very crowded, and we find a table with a view of the front door. "A Coke please!" My tongue is totally dry, what will Franka say? The waiters look normal, I am not recognized as a man. Franka enters the entrance and I flinch involuntarily when her searching look hits me, but she does not recognize me. "It's she?" asks Jacky. I just nod, Ricky goes to her, exchanges a few words, then both come to our table. Franka stares at me in disbelief and first orders a double grappa and pizza for everyone! Ricky and Jacky tell the whole story while eating, emphasizing that they only did it to drive out these jokes, like shock therapy. I apologize to Franka, she just looks grim, and I wish I wouldn't have to sit here in front of her in that red dress. Franka thanks the two for what they did for me! I almost sink into the ground. Jacky explains Franka how to use the Dog-Control and asks her to bring her clothes to KaDeWe, which my wife also promises. Ricky gives me a bag with my things. The transmitter in hand, Franka says, "Go home, and thank you very much to both of them." Jacky and Ricky kiss me goodbye, with Ricky pinching my bottom. We walk to the car that Franka has parked nearby. My wife holds the passenger door open and says, "Please, lady!" I try to sit in the car as elegantly as possible without the dress sliding up. There is icy silence on the journey, at home in the apartment. Franka: "You don't look bad in your dress, where did you hide your women's belongings?" I get a bag with tights, underwear and two dresses, there should be a red one from the depths of my wardrobe. Franka throws things on the floor. "What a secret pervert you are! What a pig!" The remote control falls out of your hand. "And where's the box? I want to see it, lie down immediately!" I lie on my back on our Berber carpet and Franka begins to unbutton the dress from below. She stops at stomach level and pulls the pantyhose with the girdle down to the back of her knees. My cock leaves the tightness, the cushions fall out and Franka laughs at me loudly, opens the rest of the dress and blasphemes about the bodice and the false tits. When I ask for forgiveness and mercy, she presses the transmitter briefly, my tears come. My wife thinks it will not happen that quickly. She takes off her jeans and panties, massages my cock, the transmitter threateningly in hand. When my cock is up, she sits on me and leads the joystick into her wet grotto. "Now you are mine. I'll do what I want with you!" Franka starts a wild ride. We come at the same time and Franka sinks to the side exhausted. We have never had so intense sex. "You do not do bad clothes, but you never voluntarily put on women's clothes again!" Orders Franka: "Now get out of your clothes, I don't want to see any more of your women's clothes!" Franka frees me from the crotch box. I pack every Clothes, wigs, shoes, jewelry and glasses in a bag, the wrong fingernails are hard work, but after an hour I leave the bathroom as a real man. The next week is quiet, we no longer talk about my experience, Franka brings the bag to the department store, the rest to the used clothing collection. I hope grass grows over this story. In the evening I lie in bed and the events seem like a dream. On Friday I ask Franka to create a good mood. "Don't we want to go to the ballet tonight, you like to see it so much?" Then my wife: "No ballet, Ricky and Jacky invited me to play cards, you should come too, Ellen demands revenge, you know how bad my card game is, but I will do what I can for you!" I get weak knees and stammer, "I thought I should no longer wear women's clothes!" Franka replied, "You should voluntarily no longer wear women's clothes!" Part 2 "Ricky and Ellen showed me the video copy from the department store. If we do not want your neighbors and colleagues to find out about your escapades, we probably must play along. Since you like to walk around in women's clothes, it will not be that bad, you did not look bad. You survived last weekend. Today I am there and will tell you what to do! You now go to the bathroom, shower, and shave!" orders Franka. It becomes clear to me that I have rocked it myself and it is not over yet. So I go to the bathroom and let myself have hot water in the tub, make myself comfortable and hope that it doesn't get as bad as last time. Because of the depilatory agent, my beard is just a fluff, the pubic hair and leg hair is not yet available. I stretch out comfortably in the tub when the doorbell rings. Voices in the hallway! The bathroom door is pushed open, Ricky and Ellen are standing in the door. Ellen: "Our Dolly is lying in the water and dreaming of the prince, but first you have to make do with us. We'll come and get you! Today is our card game evening again, everyone had a lot of fun and Franka would also like to play. Nice that you are already clean, but Jacky told me to give you an enema so that she can tighten your waist even more! Let's turn around so we can get to your butt!" Franka: "Go ahead, you know what else happens!" I sullenly turn around, they pull my buttocks apart, put a tube in my anus, they pump water into me. It starts to rumble in me, more and more water runs into me. When they pull the hose off, I feel like I am bursting. I turn around before I can react, they pull a tight rubber shirt over my head and put my arms through the arm holes, it is difficult to pull down to the base of my stomach. You covered me with a skin-colored latex bustier that fits snugly around the neck. Ricky: "So that you can splurge with a lavish cleavage, and now to the toilet with you!" I get out of the tub, hardly sit down when my intestinal contents empty into the toilet bowl, the latex breasts dangle in front of me. When I am completely empty, Franka takes a shower and hands me a towel. Ellen gets a black rubber bag and asks me to get in. She threads my feet through two holes in the bottom of the sack, pulls it up to my knees, rolls the sack up where it gets tighter. The hands are pulled through holes in the side at the level of the pelvis, and the black tube is rolled up to the neck and tied. I feel like a sausage, my arms are motionless against my body. They put a long blond hair wig on me and put me on black pumps. "That's enough to bring you to me, Dolly looking sweet in the little black dress!" says Ellen. Franka and the two women push me out of the apartment door, with my hands looking out I feel like a penguin, you cannot walk better in the tight rubber tube. I waddle down the stairs into the street, luckily our car is right in front of the door, I am pushed onto the back seat. Only the old Miss Lehmann hung out of the window, but she is almost blind anyway. I start to sweat profusely in the rubber, and it squeals with every movement. We drive through the city to the house of Ricky and Ellen, Franka stops in front of Nina's hairdressing salon. "Out with our Dolly! You have an appointment with the hairdresser here. Nena is already waiting with two apprentices to turn you into a real Barbie doll." I tiptoe into the shop and take straight to the back room, where Nena is waiting with the two female apprentices, seated on a chair, Ricky ties a rope around my stomach and chair, an escape is hopeless. Nena to the apprentices: "You know what you have to do: manicure, pedicure, make-up and hairstyle, it is worked quickly and not fooling around, do not ask questions, the client is also not talkative, if you have a problem call me! I take care of the customers at the front." She leaves me alone with the giggling girls. One goes over my fingers to which she sticks pink, long nails, while the other applies make-up and sticks false eyelashes to my lids. Carefully open the ear holes and insert white earring. They put blue contact lenses in my eyes. They also paint my toenails pink, braid a long blonde wig with my own hair, so that I cannot remove the wig on my own. They brush my new hair and as if by chance an apprentice supports himself in my lap with her hand, my dicky reacts immediately and grows into a small bump, squeezed in the tight rubber dress. Grinning, they draw attention to this. One fetches a razor while the other brushes the bump. The other shaves the cutlets a little, then puts the buzzing razor in my lap, where the vibrations are transmitted vigorously through the rubber. I start writhing in the chair, the girls just grin. Nena comes in and frees me from the vibrating device. She looks angrily at the girls who blush, but then praises her work. She puts on the glasses from last weekend. I can hardly believe what an hour can do in the hand of such artists, a blonde angel with deep blue eyes looks at me in a mirror from the mirror. "But now upstairs, the girls are definitely waiting for us!" Nena loosens the rope and helps me out of the chair. Barefooted as I am, I am pushed up the stairs by Ricky and Nena more than I walk. It is dark in Ellen's apartment and only candles illuminate the room. Ellen and Jacky are sitting in the middle of the room, wearing black cloaks, Franka is standing next to Jacky. Ricky brings me to my knees in front of the three. Ellen speaks in a solemn voice: "You Julian, through your behavior in submitting to every woman, has shown that you are not worthy of being Franka's rightful husband." Ricky pulls the wedding ring off my finger. "Therefore, we decided to give you the chance to prove yourself as a slave of Franka and to return to your side on an equal footing after a successful upbringing. If you do not want to go this way, you will immediately be thrown on the street as you are, no one will miss you. If you now vow to be obedient slave and do everything Franka tells you to do, you should be given this generous chance. Please vow now!" I feel hot and cold at the same time, what should I do? Is this serious or just a game? The faces of Franka and the others are dead serious, no emotion. I start to stumble that I cannot help it, a big misunderstanding, etc. Franka hard to me: "Either you praise it here now or you will find yourself on the street!" In tears I speak, "I vow to be your slave." Ellen, "You will be her slave! So speak again!" I repeat:" I vow to be your slave!" Ellen: "You will wear this ring to show your devotion!" She holds out a round creole. "In the nose!" I pray: "No Please not!" But Ricky and Nena are already over me and Nena sticks the ring at the tip of my nose through the nasal septum. A hell of a pain, I lie helpless on the floor and cry uncontrollably. Franka strokes my neck and says, "It's not that bad, you'll get used to it, it's not easy for me either. First go to the bathroom, Jacky will help you out of the rubber and give you other things." They help me up and Jacky waddles me into the bathroom, where she rolls down the black rubber skin, the latex breasts come out. I step out of the sweaty straitjacket and Jacky takes a shower again. She shows me how to put my long hair up so that it does not get wet every time. Dry and apply cream. Jacky: "From now on you have to take care of your skin so that it stays nice and soft, and you always smell good." Naked, with the latex breast, she pushes me into the living room. The girls admire my hairstyle and make-up. Ellen: "Has she got any fatter since last time? Jacky you wanted to give Dolly a super waist!" Franka nods to me and Jacky puts me in a white corset, it is just under the breasts, where it ends with frills. Two of the women tighten the laces and after breathing out deeply, I can hardly breathe. Ricky to Franka: "A great waist, I think it will be a hand's breadth if you put Dolly on a diet. Now let's start playing cards, Franka. You understand our rules?" Franka nods and I am half-naked next to her. Jacky wins. She wants me to put on stockings and shoes with high heels. I must put on white nylons, suspenders attached to the corset. Jacky got white pumps with 8cm high heels especially for me, size 43. I am having trouble keeping my balance. The women are just giggling and scoffing at me. The game goes on, Ricky wins! She wants to take photos of me with her new digital camera to publish on the internet. I must put on a pleated white dress with a free back and stand over a running fan. I try to pull the dress up over my bare genitals, but it doesn't always work. "Great as Marilyn Monroe over the subway shaft! It will be fun when the pictures appear on the lesbian site!" Ricky is happy. I must take the dress off again. Everything is terribly embarrassing to me, but what can I do? In the next round Ellen wins: "Well, my little strap dog, I brought your collar and leash back on your knees with you! A real dog also has a tail, turn around!" She puts on a collar with a leash and sticks a short feather duster with the handle in my anus! I am led around on a leash and Nena says, "But that's more a ponytail!" Ellen, "No matter if I want to know if our Dolly dog also has a good nose and can recognize its mistress by the smell. Now you smell all the twats, you bark loudly at your mistress, otherwise there is something on the back!" They blindfold me and everyone is clearing their panties. I must put my nose tightly in her lap, it is very difficult to recognize a woman by her smell, I cannot decide between two women and advise. When I bark on all fours, I get a heavy blow on the bare bottom. All roars. "That was Jacky! keep looking doggy!" Then I find Franka and everyone cheer: "As a reward you can lick her! " Blindfolded they push me into Franka's lap, and I lick her grotto until the juice drips out and she orgasms with loud groans gets. When the blindfold falls, I see that they have held Franka in the chair, and my wife no longer volunteers. Nena wins. "I think Dolly is a Barbie horse with her tail in the back, I want to ride but I don't know where to attach the reins?" But Ricky has an idea. She ties a red ribbon around my cock behind my glans and hands it to Nena as a rein, which I will also take Nena piggyback. On the high heels I sway under the weight, I feel extremely hot. I must hold her legs so that she doesn't slide down. With ho ho I must carry her across the room. Nena determines the direction by pulling my tail in the corresponding direction. The girls push her and there is a lot of yawp until I cannot go anymore and I'm about to fall. Nena dismounts and says: "Good horse, what should happen to the ribbon? I like to pack gifts for my life, maybe there is something to tie up there?" I can't believe it; don't they leave it alone? Nena ties the testicles in two parts with the tape and the penis close to the right leg, every movement of my lust spear is prevented. As I take a few steps, the bondage pulls painfully on my limb! In the next round Ellen wins again, she has noticed that I have problems with the genital tie, "I do not think Dolly is ladylike enough, our Barbie has yet to learn the triple walk on high heels, tight skirts are good! But the best is tightly constricted up to the knees!" She takes cling film from the kitchen and wraps me tightly from the hip to the knees, the ponytail is carefully cut out. I must run several rounds around the table, with the girls slap on my very best or pull on the tail. Jacky wins the next round. She got the latex bustier. I must put on a very tight bra, then she fingers a thin tube out from under the bustier. Jacky: "Now I will show you what you can do with this, through this hose, water can be filled in, and the breasts brought to an ideal size!" With a rubber bellows, she pumps water through the hose and my boobs begin to swell. The bra almost can't hold the tits anymore when Jacky pushes the plug in. I think cup size D is still too little for these monster things that swing back and forth with every movement. Everyone applauds Jacky for this feat. I feel awkward and stupid. Now Franka even wins once. "I am hungry from playing, my slave should prepare sandwiches for everyone in the kitchen! Normaly I always must stand in the kitchen, Julchen should see how it is! I have to win a few more games so that I won't be the last, give out the cards!" Nena pushes me into the kitchen and shows me where bread, cheese and sausage can be found. The door leaves them open, so everyone can see how I am struggling to prepare 5 mouths with constricted legs on 8cm heels with wiggling tits and long blond hair. It succeeds with great effort. I can no longer hold myself when I bend over and tip over in the kitchen. I cannot get up alone anymore. Jacky and Nena help me on the pumps. I could sink into the ground. Half-naked with red ribbons around my tail, unable to stand up alone, I smear a tray with rolls. When I carry it into the living room there is a big cheer. I think women drank too much red wine too! The game is over; Ellen has won and Franka is the loser. "Now I own Dolly and Franka for this weekend!" Franka is horrified but cannot do anything. Ellen "I want to show myself with my win in the club! What should Dolly put on? " Jacky replied: "We had traditional costume weeks at KaDeWe, I got some things that nobody wanted to buy. Let us put Dolly on a Dirndl and Franka Krachlederne knee-breeches, then they'll go together!" Ellen agrees. Jacky goes to get the things from her apartment. Nena frees me from the tight film and opens the genital tie. Franka is undressed and when she bucks Ricky slaps her face in the face. Ricky: "You knew the rules, don't act like that!" Franka complies with her fate. For Franka, Jacky brings brown leather knee-breeches and a red and white checked shirt, green vest and thick wool socks. Franka: "If you want to be a real guy, you still need something in your pants!" Ricky forces Franka to insert a double dildo, after Franka puts on the leather pants, Ellen and Ricky unbutton the pants bib and the rubber dildo pops out, all smirking and congratulating " Frank" on his great penis. I feel so sorry for Franka that I ask to let her go. "You have nothing to ask, you slave of a slave!" says Ellen to me. I must put on a white blouse with puffy sleeves and a bodice over it. Jacky drains some water from her breast to close the bodice. The rubber bust forms a strong cleavage. They braid my long blonde hair into a thick braid. A multi-layer petticoat and a traditional skirt that ends at knee height complete the paneling. Unfortunately, I do not have underpants, I would like to get rid of the ponytail in the anus. Jacky picks up the petticoat and looks after my cock. "Why don't men always wear skirts? His things and clogs can spread much better under a skirt than in tight jeans." Maybe Jacky is right, but I would rather go out with her in jeans! "The two looks like Hubert and Zenzi! Our Dolly has a proper cleavage. Now only the collars! It is so quick from mistress to slave!" Says Ellen to Franka, who puts the collar on her. "A big party is supposed to be going on in the Blue Stocking, let's go and have fun." Ricky hooks a chain into my nose ring and into Franka's collar. "So that everyone sees that you are Franka's slave, just bad luck that Ellen is now in charge!" The group sets off, I must be careful to keep my distance from Franka, not easy on the stairs with the high shoes for inexperienced users, but I do not want to have the ring torn from my nose. It is a mild night, and the way is not that far. "Hi," Ricky and Ellen are greeted by the fat landlady. "Ricky where did you get your crossdresser from last Friday?" Ellen points to me and she tells the story while we all find a place at a round table. The pub is a lot busier than last week. Many are clearly recognizable as slaves, through a collar or ring in the nose. Some are completely dressed in black rubber, both women and men. "Let's dance!" Jacky calls and pulls me onto the dance floor. She snuggles close to me and whispers in my ear: "Ricky, has convinced your wife that you are perverted and that you will never live as a normal man anymore, but Franka herself is not quite okay either, I think as a woman she has never felt really comfortable. Hopefully, both of you will get out of the story well. I can see that you really love each other." Ellen claps the dance, and everyone dances with me one after the other. Bavarian music is played, and everyone wants Frank and I to perform a Schuhplattler. We both go out of our way and all the guests go wild when Franka turns me so fast that the skirt lifts. So, we become stars of the evening and everyone wants to dance with us, gays, and lesbians. The program begins with a fanfare: slave selection! Some slaves are demonstrated by your masters or mistresses, loudly praise, or insult the qualities of your addicts. Ellen registers me. I am led around by her and she praises what hard-working maid, sex toys for men and women I am. Only my exaggerated wardrobe is often cause for complaint. Everyone in the room laughs, I want to be on the moon. The slave of the evening becomes a girl dressed in rubber on breathtaking high boots. Only her blonde braid looks out of the head mask. "Well, would you like to be spruced up like this?" Ricky whispers to me. No, then dear dirndl! "Dolly you help the waitress serve beer, it's too busy for one! You would also be a good fit for the Oktoberfest!" roars Ellen. I bring the drinks to the tables. The guests are happy about me and in addition to clear offers, some grab me under the skirt, what should I do? A slave competition is to be held; the loser is to be auctioned. Four gentlemen put up their slaves, three slaves in leather and one slave completely naked. A medium is still being sought which will determine the loser. Ricky screams, "Our Dolly is ideal for this!" I am pushed to a ceiling bearer and my hands are tied behind it, as like the Indians. I feel awfully bad! The slaves line up next to me. The landlady unbuttons my skirts and I stand exposed in straps and stockings. "The slaves always have to lick Dolly's tail, the one who gets Dolly to cum is the loser! But everyone has to swallow the tail completely at least once, then the next one comes, like drinking a boot!" A fat man grabs my Johnny and rubs. He rose to the applause of the guests. The slaves only start to comfortably suck on my thing, as I get hotter, they take turns, no one wants to bring me to orgasm. I squirm and would have redeemed myself had my hands not been tied. After an excruciatingly long time, nature demands its right and I throw my sperm into the mouth of a plump leather slave who sucks everything in himself. The guests applaud. I get untied, dress my skirts, Jacky helps me. The fat slave and a slave in rubber thong are to be auctioned. "Why don't you auction the Dirndl," calls the huge leather man who had his eye on me last time. "I pay Ellen a good price, Dolly can still learn a lot from me!" Ellen replies that Frank and Dolly belong together and are not available individually. "Then I'll buy both!" he roars. Everyone in the hall shouts, "Sell! To sell!" Ellen to Franka and me, "I will get a good price for you; my account is currently ebb. So I'm sorry for both of you, but that's the fate!" She hooks the chain into my nose ring and Franka's collar, leads us to a platform where the other two are already waiting. The guests examine us like tomatoes, press here, raise their skirts, unbutton Franka's bib. We are both close to tears. The auction begins. The leather man increases with the fat slave and gets the knockdown at 350?. The girl changes into the possession of a fat, red-nosed old man with a bald head for 400?. I am very miserable, what will happen to us? Several are interested in us and bid, also Jacky and Ricky bid, but they get out at 500?, the bid is given to an older couple at 750?. He, in his early 50s, comes in an elegant dark suit and leads us to his table on the dog leash, I on the nose ring. A dark-haired, tall, slender lady in a turquoise half-length silk dress sits in front of a glass of prosecco. "May I introduce my wife Birgit, I am Juergen, we felt so sorry for you, are you as little as we are from this scene? What's your name?" Franka introduces herself and me as Julian. "Well, I'd rather say Frank and Julia!" Birgit throws in. Ellen comes and picks up the check. She tells Birgit and Juergen the story of me in the department store and that Franka did not really want to be a girl either. They exchange addresses and Ellen promises to come over with the other girls. We drink a farewell prosecco with the girls, Juergen and Birgit want to go. "There is a special slave packaging," explains the landlady when she cashed in, "otherwise she might run away sooner than you'd like!" The waitress brings two large black bags with cords to them. These are put over our heads and pulled down to the bottom. The sack is tied with the line at the bottom, at belly height and around the neck. It is dark in the bag, but breathable air lets the fabric through. "I'll get the car first!" I hear Juergen say. Ellen pushes me goodbye and wishes me good luck. Jacky whispers in my ear that unfortunately she did not have that much money, but we would definitely be better off with her. The door opens and many hands push us across the sidewalk into the font of a car. The doors slam, one last bye, and the car start to move with a loud hum. I am glad that Franka is with me, I can feel her next to me. We drive a while, Birgit and Juergen talk quietly because of the music in the car, but I cannot understand anything. The car turns sharply and comes to a stop on a crunchy gravel path. "Get off my pretties, if I may ask!" orders Birgit and helps me up from the back seat. I have problems with the pumps on the gravel. Birgit helps me and I hear her clattering the keys to unlock a door. She takes me to an armchair and briefly ties my neckline to the backrest. "You are waiting here, we first have to take care of Frank and discuss the situation with him, after all you are his slave!" The steps move away, and I hear Juergen and Birgit take the stumbling Franka upstairs, a door closes. - Nothing more-. What are they doing with Franka? What are they up to, they looked really nice! I wake up with gentle shaking because I fell asleep with exhaustion. The lacing is opened, and I can look around, blinking. We are in a very luxurious bedroom with a king size bed, thick carpets, and countless mirrors. "We decided you would move into my younger sister's room, she married to the United States three years ago, maybe some things suit you that she didn't take with her, and the room is right here through the door, with its own bathroom" Birgit explains and we enter a comfortably furnished girl's room, lots of pink, plush, horse pictures and a poster of the Back Street Boys. "First take your clothes off, you sure want to take a shower!" Birgit helps me out of my clothes and untie the corset, she sticks the blonde braid with a large hairpin. When I try to take off the latex bustier, Juergen, who watched the whole time, forbids me this. "Birgit can't take her breasts off either!" So then not - I go into the shower and enjoy the hot water, I want to scrub off all fingerprints from the pub. When I dry myself, Birgit awaits me. The wardrobes opened, which are full of clothes and laundry. She looks for and finds a long, white satin nightgown. "Here is the right one for you, I am happy that another girl shares our house with us, it is often so boring for me, we want to be good parents for you and to educate you as a hardworking girl. I can always use help in such a big house! Now sleep well, we'll see you tomorrow." I crawl into bed with the excitingly smooth shirt under which this breast bulges. Birgit and Juergen cover me up and give me a good night kiss like a small child, they fasten a thin chain to the nose ring and the bed frame. "Where's Franka? Why isn't she with me?" I ask. "Tomorrow morning at breakfast we will sort everything out" Juergen calms me. I lie awake in bed uneasily until sleep overwhelms me. I wake up when Birgit pushes herself naked under my duvet and begins to stroke me, the morning laughs through the window. "Don't be afraid, we only want your best!" She turns me towards her and nibbles on my ear, my masculinity begins to stir, we stroke each other and get more and more hot. Lying on her side, my member leads her into her wet grotto. She puts one leg over my thighs and holds me so tight. Then I notice that Juergen is pushing towards me from behind, pushing up the satin shirt and looking for the way to my butt with his lust spear. When I start to panic, they both speak to me gently. I should relax and enjoy; you are now my parents and daughters must love their parents! Juergen penetrates me and I pass it on to Birgit in harmonious bumps, we stroke and kiss each other. It does like in paradise as if we have known each other for many years and never do anything else. With a huge groan, the three of us come at the same time, exhausted in our hugs. Franka appears sleepy in a pajama in the door, Birgit beckons her and pulls her into the overcrowded bed. Everyone begins to stroke my mistress, to cover her with kisses at all points, heated again, Juergen pushes his pint into her column, I only have the back side into which I carefully penetrate. Birgit provides us with pats while I lick Birgits grotto. We weakened from the first round, but Franka takes us to the climax with her orgasm. After a breather, Birgit asks us to take a shower and get dressed: Birgit: "Julia makes breakfast for us, while Juergen fetches bread. I will show you the kitchen and where you can find everything. " Everyone leaves my room and I take a shower. I look naked in the closets for suitable clothes. A lot of short skirts and dresses, but only a few pants, I try on light blue pants, can only close the waistband with effort when Birgit comes into my room without knocking. "How does it look like? Such a bulge in the crotch and the stomach hangs over the waistband!" She laughs at me. "You have to lose a lot of weight before you can do without a corset. Ladies' trousers are also passee with your hanger." She laces me back into the white corset, puts on a light panty girdle and white tights with a large floral pattern, a green one above short linen dress. The blonde hair falls on the shoulder. "Apply some green eye shadow!" Says Birgit. I frown. "Oh, I have to teach you everything first!" She shows me how woman applies eye shadows. She hands me flat green mules with a tuft of feathers on them, I'm lucky they fit. "Now I'm coming to show you your kingdom, the kitchen!" We come into a modern kitchen with every conceivable comfort, but the view from the window leaves me speechless. A large garden overlooks a huge lake. A dinghy rocks funny on the jetty. "We are here on the Potsdam Havel, can you sail?" Juergen asks me. "Happy for my life, but after the sailing license we never had enough money for a boat," I answer. "If we find a sailor dress, you are welcome to use the dinghy! Our Julchen gets shining eyes there. Now I want breakfast, we still have a lot of things to do today, rolls are already there! " I put on coffee, plates, cups, and cutlery from the cupboards and bring it into the dining room. Franka is sitting at the window with the newspaper, wearing jeans with a rough shirt. Franka: "You look cute Julchen, you remember, you always wanted me to put on such tights, they look a lot better on you than me! You will soon be better than me in the kitchen! Did you see the garden, a dream, I always wanted to have a garden, you a boat. Now we have both here, I think I could feel comfortable here, Birgit and Juergen are also genuinely nice, what do you think? " I get embarrassed, in the short dress I feel so helpless, even if my long hair keeps falling on my face. I: "I think she is very nice too, but it's not our home, we can't stay here for long!" Franka: "Do you want to go back to Ellen? They paid a lot of money for us! Let us wait and see how it develops. " We all have breakfast together and Juergen explains that he deals in real estate and runs a property management company. It is a leisurely breakfast and I try my best to anticipate every wish and bring the right thing. Juergen: "Much more pleasant when life is in the home, Birgit always wanted a girl, but unfortunately we never had children, can you raise Julchen if Frank agrees? Of course he has the last word! " Franka only nods. "But now into town we have to get some things for Julchen, and Frank has to get his car and clothes from your apartment. Come on, you can clear the table afterwards! " Orders Juergen I get a thin cardigan and the white pumps. We drive to the Kudamm, Franka had parked our car nearby, she gets out and Juergen hands her a key. "When you are at home before we arrive! So that you can go into the house! " Juergen stands on the vacant parking lot. We get out and walk along Marburger Street we stop in front of a shop especially for transvestites, I hesitate, but I am pushed in. A nice saleswoman, she recognizes my masquerade immediately, asks about our wishes. Juergen points out the bulge under my dress and asks about breast prostheses. The seller shows us cachesex briefs that push the limb away and various silicone tits. Birgit embarrassingly insists on putting on the briefs and I go into the locker room with her. It fits well, is comfortable and has a convincing effect, so I keep it on right away. Two bras with filling are still purchased, breasts to stick on, black and red pumps with 7cm heels. Afterwards into the KaDeWe. In the women's department Jacky greets us, Ricky is free. "Where can we find sailor dresses?" asks Juergen. Jacky gets one. "That's the only thing we have, maybe it fits!" It's navy blue and very short, but it's my size! Jacky: "Here is something else that I held back especially for you!" She gives me the red silk dress that started it all. Of course, Birgit asks me to put it on right away, the red pumps are also being used for the first time. Again, the contact with the fabric makes me weak. "You have a special shimmer in your eyes with this dress. Keep it right on now!" Exists Juergen. Birgit buys a few little things and so we leave the department store and drive back to Potsdam to the villa. Fanka is already there and mowing the lawn. I will fix the kitchen. "I have an appetite for a pasta bake," says Juergen. "I can't!" I speak. Then he gets angry, he forces me to take off the silk dress and gives me a cookbook. "Then you will learn it!" I only stand in the kitchen in underwear and pumps and make the first pasta bake of my life. I can put on a semi-transparent negligee for dinner, the humiliation sits! Franka eats with full cheeks. "The casserole tastes great, why haven't you always cooked!" And tells of her gardening ideas on how to improve the garden. With a smile, Birgit and Juergen take note of his enthusiasm. After eating, I clear up, the three lies down on deck chairs in the sun. "Julchen, when you're done sit down with us, put on the red silk dress again!" Birgit calls from the terrace. When I come to the terrace, Franka whistles, "Such a cute thing!" The afternoon passes quietly. "Today we had tickets reserved for the Deutsche Oper, the Modern Dance Company from Toronto is making a guest appearance." Announces Birgit, Franka is excited, I hope for a second, I can stay at home, but Birgit is already looking for clothes, Franka that I can wear. I must try this and that until they think that I look best in a long black silk dress from Birgit's sister, it has chiffon sleeves and is high-necked, so I can put on a normal bra with silicone filling. After such a long time, it became uncomfortable under the latex. Stockings on the corset, high heels, and some jewelry. Birgit is still straightening my hairstyle and make-up, whereby she explains everything to me in detail. Then the others change clothes, I like myself in the mirror, the glasses on my nose distract well from my male facial features. Birgit has dressed discreetly but tastefully, Franka comes down the stairs in a black suit with a bow tie! The evening is fantastic, only a few people notice my disguise, I am getting more and more confident, especially on my shoes. After a meal in the restaurant, where we talk animatedly about many things and laugh often, I almost forget what position I am in. Back in the villa, Juergen and Birgit say goodbye and ask Franka to take care of Julchen! In my room Franka explains that I have been arming her all evening, in this outfit. She kisses me on the shoulder and starts to open the zipper and bra in my back. Things fall to the ground, the cache slip too. Franka undresses and lies down in bed with me, we kiss and Franka lies down on me, opens her legs and leads my member into her column, then closes her legs again and squeezes between my legs, which I have to bend. Lying on me she caresses my stockings. She bangs me down with wide legs. When we come, Juergen applauds, who is watching us in secret, "Now you have finally shown Julchen how to do it, so now you only do it that way! And now you can sleep well, don't forget to put our little one on the nose ring with a chain!" I find a restless sleep in the satin nightgown. On Sunday Birgit puts the sailor's dress, underwear, etc. on my dressing room, exactly in the order in which I must put on the clothes. My morning is spent doing housework and sunbathing, May is surprisingly warm. After lunch, I made Schnitzel with fresh vegetables. Juergen asks if I want to go sailing? No question! But he immediately makes it clear that I can only go on the boat in sailor's dress, at least I can put on blue canvas shoes. We clear the boat and cruise out onto the lake. Again, and again the wind blows my skirt when I sit on the deck, but I enjoy every minute. The wind pulls on the wig, which is so intertwined with my hair that nothing goes crazy. After two hours I can steer the boat onto the dock. We recover the sails and cover the dinghy. On the terrace Birgit and Franka ask how it was. I tell enthusiastically and praise the dinghy. "If you had so much fun, don't you want to thank me?" asks Juergen, sits down in a garden chair and opens his pants. "Sailors lick my dick!" I look at Franka in horror, I have never done anything like that before, she just shrugs and means to be obedient. I kneel in front of Juergen and touch his cock, which grows towards me immediately. Juergen takes my head in both hands and guides me over his cock. I lick him and suck the acorn, my head goes up and down, Juergen lets go of me and leans back in rapture. His effusion spurted into my mouth. I quickly spit the seed on the ground. Juergen and Birgit are wild as hell, what did I think of? Of course, I must swallow everything! This behavior must be punished. Birgit gets a metal bowl with a leather belt. "You will wear this chastity belt until you are a willing cock swallower!" I must pull off my tights and panties, my thing is pushed into the tight metal, two halves close around my testicle base. The belt around the waist, a lock snaps shut. The tights up, under the skirt you can clearly see the tin box. Juergen says he has worn the belt more often to control his lust, you can only piss while sitting, but it is still dripping, so I should get used to wearing panty liners. At dinner, Franka and Birgit discuss how the week should go, I must go to work, Franka will take me in the car in the morning and in the evening. Of course, I will continue to appear as a man in the office, only as a girl in the villa. In the evening Franka and Birgit untangle my hair from the wig, I have to remove my make-up. A tub of hot water, finally washing your hair again, only this metal cage worries me. I dry myself, only a transparent negligee is on the dressing room! "Come and read something in the living room!" I hear Birgit call. In the living room Juergen complains about my chastity belt, Franka gives me a stack of fashion magazines with a grin. After an hour I should go to bed, tomorrow I must get up early to make breakfast. Franka takes me to my bedroom, she unbuttons her pants, and a dildo pops out. She takes me from behind and my cock cannot take part in the game in his prison. Every touch on the tin can is pointless. Franka chained me up in the negligee. The next morning Birgit wakes me up and I must prepare breakfast in my nightwear. Juergen calls me to his bedroom. "Here, this will be your breakfast for today," and he pulls back the covers. I humbly get on my knees and suck his cock empty. "Good girl, get dressed for the office!" My jeans and jacket are in my room. The metal cage can only be stowed in the pants with skill. Another sip of coffee and off we go to town with Franka. A colleague asks for my nose ring if I am not a little old for such piercing. I must sit down on the toilet, and it ripples wildly out of the cage, without a panty liner a catastrophe. Franka picks me up at 4pm and we drive to Potsdam. The items of clothing that I am supposed to put on are in my room in a well-ordered manner. A short skirt and frilly blouse. First, I clean my genitals in the shower, then Birgit laces me into a corset. Birgit: "Tomorrow you have to get an enema if you are tied so tight you have to flush your bowels regularly! Otherwise, you will get problems". A little makeup and wig, fingernails do too much work, they are for the weekend. I must do the housework, a mountain of ironing, Birgit shows me, after half an hour everything is fine. Birgit makes supper in the kitchen. Like a normal family, we dine in the evening, play "Ludo" and then go to bed. Nena. we are supposed to come to her every Friday for a makeup and hairdo, if my hair is long enough, a hair piece might be enough. We drive to the villa. Birgit and Juergen are enthusiastic about my outfit, I must turn around again and again. "Let's go eat!" We sit in the garden bar and dine when Birgit whispers softly to me: "Tonight, we will give you the key!" I am completely excited, finally freedom for the dick again, I would like to go straight away. When I got home, the key was on my dressing room. "Who do I want to share your lust with?" The three ask me. "Most of all with all of you!" I answer, then everyone makes fun of me, undresses me and opens the dungeon. After a week of abstinence, "He" grows powerfully and Franka takes a cold shower from "Him" to clean "Him." In a mighty rush everyone caresses everyone. In the end I lie between Franka and Juergen, Birgit has a double dildo on and works on Juergen from behind. We all reach our climax in succession. On Sunday afternoon we go to the ball room to dance together. Birgit wears a green, I a dark blue, polka dot tournament dress. Birgit stuck breasts made of latex to my chest, they hold very well! Juergen and Frank dark suits. Franka, who usually always felt uncomfortable in her pants next to the dressed women, enjoys the dance. Backwards and on high heels I still have some problems at the beginning, but I like to be led in the dance, enjoy the feeling of the swinging dress on my legs and the admiring looks of men and women. Birgit has an amused conversation with the dance teacher. The teacher and Birgit get up and take me to the women's wardrobe. "the dance teacher doesn't believe you're a man! Show her your man parts." Birgit orders. I lift my dress up in front and the women giggle and pull down my tights and panties. "Hard to accept", the trainer is amazed, "I'll give you a costume from our fund for that!" She fetches a red show costume that works like a body in the front and has peplum attached at the back. "I can't wear it! It's in the crotch, how can I hide my cock?" I protest. The teacher: "I used to work at the theater, there is a trick. Your cock must be very limp, then it is shaped into a pussy with adhesive tape. Here is a condom, jerk off one and then it goes on! " I look helplessly at Birgit, who is tearing Leukoplast into 20 cm long stripes. "Don't act like that, we?re all grown women!" With my tights down, I search for my limb under my petticoats, which rises with the delicate fabrics, the condom slipped over it, I start to massage it, the wide skirt luckily hides my doing. I am terribly embarrassed when I come, the women grin at each other! I take off the light blue dress, panties, and tights. Birgit cleans my limp limb with a cold, wet cloth. The trainer skilfully sticks the leucoplast crosswise over my genitals, which disappear under and in my crotch, in front I am now completely smooth. I put on dark tights and the red variety costume, it fits perfectly, there is no sign of my masculinity. To top it off, I get a tiara with feathers on it. I feel like a circus horse now. Juergen and Frank take their breath away when I go to our table. "Did you have your thing cut off? "Asks Juergen. Now Birgit and I can laugh heartily. "I was careful, I can always prepare Julchen like this. So, she can finally put on a swimsuit!" Birgit is happy. After entertaining hours, we find ourselves exhausted in the villa. We drink another nightcap and go to bed. On weekdays I go to work as a man, in the afternoon I do the household in the clothes that Birgit and Franka provide for me. One day I only find a bodystocking, nothing more. I put on the 20-den black nylon body stocking and must do the house cleaning, naked and yet not naked! After the housework Birgit and Frank are so scratched by my sight that we wallow in the wild on the living room carpet. On a Friday I am loaned to Ellen and Ricky without Franka. I get prepared. Franka drives alone to Potsdam, she leaves me to the women as a trophy for her playing card game. They come up with new humiliations. They dress me completely in rubber, everyone grabs me. They covered my penis with black liquid latex. I spend the night again in Ricky's satin sleeping bag. On Saturday they take me to Potsdam, and we have coffee together. I proudly serve my first homemade cake. In general, I find more and more fun doing housework. Birgit advises me on clothing and like schoolgirls we look at fashion magazines and catalogs together. I also try the sewing machine and am happy to be able to tighten my clothes and adapt to my figure. Franka takes care of the garden and washes the cars. The weeks pass, I feel more and more secure as a woman, my movements and gestures rarely betray the man in me. I set up my make-up and hairstyle myself in no time. The figure has gotten much better, I could almost wear the tightest clothes without a corset. My colleagues sometimes whisper that Julian is probably gay! One day Juergen suggests, "Do you want to work as my private secretary with me, you are perfect on the computer, you can deal with people and for me it is difficult to work alone. You would not always have to switch between jeans and dress, you would be at home earlier and would have more time for the household! I will raise your salary by 30%! " I can no longer say "no", Franka is also for it, but I am worried that it will be even harder for me to live as a man again someday. This is how I become Juergen's secretary. Birgit first goes with me to buy the right clothes, slim-fitting skirts and costumes, flatter shoes, a few matching handbags. I fall in love with a plaid pleated skirt and often wear it with a plain white blouse and a cashmere sweater. My hairstyle is brought into the right shape with hair pieces, it looks more natural. The work is much more fun than the old one in the office. I do a large part of the work in a small office, which we set up in the villa. So, I can divide up the work and the household, Birgit is not so alone. Sometimes we must go on a short trip. Nobody noticed my masquerade in the hotels. Juergen is extraordinarily successful, he enjoys working with me. I often feel the admiring glances of the customers, and I also get clear offers. In Hanover, we are negotiating with a customer who thinks he will get the secretary for the deal. After a tough negotiation, we have a drink. When I go to my room, he accompanies me because his room is in the same hallway. I unlock my room when he presses me and grabs my breasts. It disgusts me! "Come in my little one I'll show you something!" I say and pull him by his tie into the room, he greedily follows me. "What comes to mind to grab a lady with your masturbating hands! On your knees you pig! Take your clothes off so I can see if your body is worthy of being touched by me!" I command. Completely surprised by me, hoping that I would be his will, he follows my instructions. He stands naked in front of me. I tie his feet with a nylon stocking. He still believes in a game. "What kind of fat belly do you have, your underpants have brown stripes, so you want to conquer a lady? Maybe you can get one down, but no woman falls for a sissy like that!" I insult him. I pull his dirty underpants over his head and get a thin, truly short summer dress, "Put this on so I don't have to see this figure anymore!" When he refuses, I hit him in the face. The dress does not fit at all, it can only be half closed at the back, it hardly covers its tail below. "Get back on your knees with you! Now get yourself down!" I tie his hands in front of his stomach and sneer at his appearance. I give him a condom. He rubs his limb, pulls the rubber over it, tears at his limb ever faster until he lets his effusion into the rubber with groans. "Now you can do something for me!" I take off my shoes, tights and panties, his eyes become greedy, get back in the pumps. Then I push up my tight skirt! His eyes almost fall out of his head. "Suck my thing, you wanker, but that not a drop goes wrong!" I open a beer bottle, take a sip, pour something over his head and put my Jonny in his mouth. He starts sucking, dazed. After a while it comes to me, he willingly swallows everything. "You have probably sucked a lot of cocks! But you cannot really satisfy me!" I take his things, open the door and throw him out into the hallway as he is. I thunder the door. I can hear his soft swearing through the door. The next morning, I meet him at breakfast with Juergen. He keeps a straight face. We close the deal without any further objection from the customer. On the way home Juergen asked, "Do you understand why he wanted to do business so quickly?" I grin and shake my blonde hair. A few months pass. On weekends we go dancing, to the cinema or the theater. In summer Franka goes with me for a week to hike in the Allg?u. In the inn we register as a couple Frank and Julia Brenner. We come back to the capital with a sweet dirndl in our luggage. Birgit is delighted with the dirndl dress and can of course try it on. On weekends Ricky and Jacky visit us from time to time. They think everything is great and can hardly believe how quickly I developed. Jacky says to Franka: "Don't you think Julchen has served as a slave long enough, now that should be the end of it, that was the deal back then!" The people present discuss it, the prospect of living normally makes me happy, but also makes me a little bit scared. The next weekend my slave time will end with a big party, our marriage will be restored. The housework for the party takes up a lot of work, time flies by. I will only walk around in my dress for another day! I spend the night restless; I have not had pants on for months. Do I really want to do without nylons, exciting silk lingerie, rustling skirts, jewelry, and make-up? The admiring looks of men and women? Another gray mouse in jeans and a suit? Tomorrow morning after showering Birgit will put out a black wedding tuxedo for me. The morning sun laughs through the window, under the shower, to dry off. I go to the dressing room, there is the black suit and next to it a dream of a long white wedding dress decorated with tulle and lace. It`s clear - I must decide now, black or white? For minutes I stand alone with the towel around my waist in front of the things, then I grab the dress, stand in front of the mirror with it - I just must put it on! Franka comes into my room and kisses me passionately, she is wearing a black suit. Part three Birgit and Juergen are grinning in the door. "We had immediately thought that you could not resist looking at such a dream dress, you have become a better woman than Franka ever were," says Juergen. Somehow, I'm the only one who thought that I would put on pants again! My friends know me better than I know myself. Franka asks me, "I want to grow old with you, I as your husband, you as my dear wife, which we have found is a good luck that Birgit and Juergen give us the opportunity have given our swapped lives to try a miracle! Do you want to be my wife?" The towel falls to the floor, only the white dress covers my shame. I look stunned into Franka's eyes, I know that no one else loves me as much as she does, we have found our position, a life like now, what could be better! "Yes, I want to be your wife," I breath with tears in my eyes. "Then today is your last day as a slave," says Birgit and binds my arms together on my back, pulls the slave ring into my nose. I look puzzled at Franka "Trust us!" She says and fetches the black sack from the next room, in which we first entered the house of Birgit and Juergen. She lifts the sack over my head, pulls the cord tight at the bottom, I am locked naked in the container. My thighs are pressed together by the leash. Panic strikes me, old memories come back to life. "I want to see you again as a beautiful bride," Franka whispers through the dark in my ear. I can only walk in small steps. They lead me to the car. I end up helplessly in the back seat. We drive for a while; nobody answers my questions where and why. I must trust my "parents", nothing bad will happen to me. The car stops and I am pulled barefoot out of the car. I must walk over cold stones. When I hear the familiar ring of the door of Nena's hair salon, I know where I am. I wanted to go to Nena in the salon today to get a men's cut, but I am actually glad I didn't have to part with my long hair. I breathe a sigh of relief. I am seated on a chair and I can hear some packages being pushed, something whispered. After a short time, someone starts tinkering with the fastener and the laces come off. The sack is lifted over me, Nena and her two apprentices are giggling in front of me. Nena cuts open the handcuff. I have never felt so naked! I am in the familiar back room of Nena's hair salon. Nena says, "We want to make you a sexy girl and the prettiest bride that has ever seen this city! I knew right away that you would not be walking around as a man again. Jacky was the only one who believed, she lost her bet! But now we are going to make sure that your unfeminine appendages disappear, and you get a few nice tits!" The apprentices burst out laughing, I cover my most intimate with my hands, the blood shoots in my head. Nena holds out one of my cache briefs, thankfully I take it and am no longer exposed to the eyes of the silly apprentices. A skilful grip in the panties and my hanging parts disappear between the legs, a smooth front section, sexless, shows up. Nena asks the apprentices to stick my breasts on, the girls still want to do an apprenticeship as makeup artists, so they must learn how to deal with the wrong skin areas. They carefully stick on the wrong latex breasts with mastic, better than I have ever seen before. They skilfully apply makeup to the transitions. So, I have an incredible cleavage. "Your waist has gotten quite good, but today you have to suffer again!" Says Nena as she holds out a long, classic, white, satin corset. Although a corset can become uncomfortably tight after a while, it still excites me to be constricted again and again, to see how the figure changes under the strong hands of experienced women, to incredible results. In a corset you can only think of your figure, every breath becomes a sensual experience. The fake breasts find their place in the half-shells, Nena puts on the laces over the pelvis, the intestines are pushed up, the breast bulges out further. I notice how Nena is at the end of her strength. "Let us go out into the hallway and I'll lace you up like never before! Hang your hands on the crossbar," she orders. I can just reach the horizontal bar in the hallway when I stand on tiptoe, I firmly grasp the bar, my body stretches, the corset suddenly seems to sit loosely on my hips. Nena is now pulling vigorously. I convince myself that I will be able to breathe again when I stand. When I can barely hold on to the pole, Nena means I can let go. When gravity compresses my vertebrae, I have the feeling that the corset cuts me in two without the corset bars my body would tip over. I can only breathe flat. I can encircle my waist with my hands! "Now you know why people talk about wasp waist," smiles Nena when she leads me back to the salon. I feel a little more comfortable in the chair. One apprentice files and varnishes my toenails bright red, the other my fingernails, while Nena washes my hair and rolls it on large rollers. To dry my hair and nails, I put a long nylon cape printed with roses around me, so that I should not freeze, half-naked. When the last clear varnish covering of the toenails is dry, Jana, as the apprentice is called, pulls my legs up, white, sheer nylons with seams and a rose pattern. She pulls the suspenders from the corset back through the waistband of the panties and to the leg holes. "So that you can pee faster, it also makes it easier for your groom!" She winks at me. Nena brushes out my hairstyle, the blond curls play around my face, how nice it is to have long hair!" I will treat you again with hair remover for your beard growth, but your skin is already quite affected by the constant use, you should consider whether hormones or lasers are a better solution to this problem" says Nena and creams my Chin and cheeks, it burns unpleasantly on the upper lip. So far I had never thought of a final change, so it was out of the question to think about something like that. But since today I know that I don't want to live without make-up, high-heeled shoes and rustling clothes anymore. Bright makeup covers my skin. Mascara, longer eyelashes, and glittering eye shadows give me a doll-like face. Finally, sprinkle some glitter on my cleavage. A thick pearl necklace and pearl earrings are my jewelry. "Jana please bring the shoes and the white dress, so that Julchen can finally finish!" Nena tells the apprentice. First, I puts on white strappy sandals with 5cm heels, the red nails shine through the stockings. I put on a layered tulle petticoat reinforced with tires, then the dress is carefully lifted over my head and the silk flows around my body, lace ends on the wrong breast. The tulle skirt is cut higher at the front so that you can see my lower legs, at the back the dress ends in a short train that wags with every step. The top is shoulder-free and fits snugly when the buttons in the back are closed. A wreath of flowers holds the white veil that falls over the breasts at the front and down to the waist at the back. Satin sleeves, which reach over the back of the hand and are attached to a ring on the middle finger, extend to the armpits, complete the outfit. I can admire myself in the mirror, the women are delighted. I am led into the front part of the salon, shown like a trophy, the customers applaud when they see me, they wish me good luck and many children in my marriage. No one knows the comedy of the fake bride if they knew I was going to marry my own wife today! "So now we have to throw our heads together, after all, the round of cards is invited to the celebration, we all go together afterwards, as long as you have to be patient so that you can't break anything, it's better your hands are tied!" whereby Nena fastens the elbows to the side of my wasp waist with a silk scarf. She lifts the veil attached to a white silk scarf in front of my face. I can only look at my cleavage. "The groom shouldn't see the bride before the celebration, we don't think the bride should get used to seeing her too much!" Nena pushes me onto a stool, "wait until we're done!" I wait patiently to see what surprises await me today. Then I hear the girls entering the hairdressing salon, everyone talks when they see me, praise the beautiful dress and my great figure. Since I can't see anything, I feel helpless about the situation. I'm put under my armpits and let's go. We all get in a car and leave. We stop on the crunching gravel path in front of our home. How exactly you pay attention to noises when the sense of sight is switched off. I am led into the living room and I feel the excitement around me. Again, I am put on a chair and have to wait. Whispering, rattling and running around me. Time does not seem to end. Then it gets quiet around me, the wedding march from Weber Freischuetz is started and I hear footsteps approaching. Juergen's voice says to me, "I am probably the bride's father, come on let's get it over with." He takes off the scarf from my face and releases my arms. Juergen is in his best suit, I hook him up and he leads me to the patio door. Jacky is waiting for us there, she is wearing a pink frilly dress that goes straight to her knee, white knee highs and patent leather shoes. She holds a basket of rose petals in her arm. Jacky sprinkles the path to the altar in the middle of the garden with rose petals. Our friends are on the right and left of the path. With horror, I see my mother standing next to Birgit in the front row, she is wearing her light blue silk dress, she is smiling, as I have not seen it for a long time, you could almost forget her age. Ellen in a black gown is waiting for us, Franka in her black suit turns to us. Can I see a tear in her eyes? As if in a trance, I walk on the leaves that Jacky is scattering past the guests until I stand next to Franka. I look in love in the eye of Franka, who takes my hand. "We got together here to trust Julia and Frank to husband and wife", Ellen begins with a solemn voice. "Julia has paid her debt as a slave long enough, so she should take off her nose ring!" Jacky lifts my veil and helps me to remove the ring from my nose. "Although Julia had had more than half a year, she didn't let go of skirts and pumps. As you can all see, she is the prettiest bride in this garden. Frank made the best of it and followed his inner voice, pants and suit are his world, so we do not want to force what the two do not want here and thus put them back in the state of marriage, as it is your destiny. So, I ask you - Frank, do you want to take Julia as your wife and always be a good man? " Frank looks at me and says aloud, "Yes." Then Ellen asks me, "Julia, do you want to take Frank to your husband, always be a loyal wife, love, and care for him, in good times and in bad? So, answer now!" I feel like I am in a film, the situation seems unreal: is the veil in front of my eyes really or just a dream? Does the tight lacing of the corset prevent me from having no air to speak? Is it really me who is in this incredible dress? I breathe in. "Yes I want!" Franka takes my wedding ring, which I have not worn in a long time, from her vest pocket and puts it on my ring finger. Then she gives me her wedding ring and I slide it onto Franka's right ring finger. Franka lifts the veil in front of my face and kisses me on the mouth. The birds chirp and the friends and acquaintances applaud. When Franka leaves me, each of the guests would like to be the first to congratulate and hug us. My mother hugs me with tears in her eyes: "Franka told me everything, I'm so happy that you didn't get lost. There is not often a love like that between you and Franka. I have always wanted a daughter so that this wish can still come true in my old days! I never thought that. You look overwhelming! I would never have recognized you. Your brother doesn't need to know anything, you hardly see each other anyway! " I can hardly believe it. I would never have dared to get my mother's eyes like this. That she accepts me so much when I always had a guilty conscience when I secretly got into her clothes as a child! Why only this confusion of feelings. In any case, I am very happy to be able to speak to my mother without telling lies. The guests give us plenty of presents and we must open the packages first of all. It is very embarrassing to me that I had to open two packages with very suggestive lingerie from Ellen and Nina. All guests cheer, I want to try on the parts right away. A heavy package from Juergen and Birgit can now be opened. I think: a book. But when I open the lid of a box there are two silicone cushions. I do not know what to make of it. The thought of having my own breasts has often been there when I cannot wear many dresses and blouses because of the neckline. "Julia you can have breasts surgery, we pay you everything, but it is your free decision, as a secretary you can grow old with me. You both can move to the upper floor or we can find an apartment for you. We will help you wherever we can. We both don't want to miss the time with you, we can go on and on," Juergen explains, Birgit nods and crushes a tear Franka answers, "We are happy to accept your offer, it was a wonderful time for us too. But we need a little time to come to terms with ourselves. Julia has to make her decision on her own, things must not be changed definitively without considering all the consequences." I hug Juergen, then Birgit. "I am really jealous of your figure and this dress," she whispers in my ear. I open a small package, it is from Jacky, can I find cufflinks in it? "Jacky was the only one who believed that you appeared here as a man, which is why she lost her bet and had to sprinkle flowers in this silly dress with knee-high socks!" Laughs Ricky. Jacky shows the embarrassment, Ricky always must humiliate her. I go to Jacky and press her on my latex bosom. "I was still hoping you would come to me, if only I had the money to buy you then, everything would have turned out differently!" She cries in my ear. "I think I'm as happy as it is now, but you should always be my friend, you mean so much to me!" I answer. The friends from the dance school gave Franka a suit and I got a yellow dance dress. Everyone knows us and accepts us as we are. Everyone wishes us good luck. I would like to thank the friends of the dance school and suggest celebrating an evening ball paradox, men as women, women as men! Few want to know nothing about it, but women find the idea great and tease their men with the prospect of this event. In the garden there is food and drink, music is made, there is dancing on a wooden floor. September weather at its best. A cool breeze blows over the lake. I dance with Franka and all guests. I would never have thought that I could stand it in the tight corset for so long. I am supposed to throw the bridal bouquet. Everyone silly, I turn my back on them and throw the bouquet over my shoulder, I hear a big hoot, Jacky holds the bouquet in her arms, Ricky says, "Well maybe you can take over Julchen's dress!." Jacky gets a red head in her short dress with the knee stumps, I am really sorry. But she looks in love at Ricky. I might like a new wedding where I do not have to be the center of attention. At midnight, everyone is already quite tipsy, Juergen gets up, "It is already late now, the bride and groom had a busy day so that they can still enjoy their wedding night, we should now accompany them to their bridal chamber!" Franka takes my hand and leads me into the villa, all guests after us. We get to Franka's room on the upper floor, the door is open, a four- poster bed is set up there. Before I can do anything, Franka hugged me and carried me over the threshold. Have I lost so much that Franka can pick me up so easily? She kisses me on the mouth and places me on the floor next to the bed. "Take off, take off!" Cry the gawkers in the door. Franka opens my dress and pushes it off my shoulders, opens the petticoat, the outerwear sinks to the floor. With one step I step out of the festive attire. It is embarrassing for me to be exposed to the eyes of the guests only in underwear. When I see them, they fall silent and Franka closes the door with the words, "Now you have seen enough, keep celebrating and let us alone!" We are alone in Franka's room. "Where does the four-poster bed come from?" I Julian.06atgmxdotde ask. "Birgit got it for us, she is so romantic," Franka replies, "Please keep your underwear on, I'm so keen on you as I haven't in a long time!" She takes off my panties and pushes me to bed. Although I would prefer my freedom of movement and the opportunity to take a deep breath, I enjoy that Franka finds me desirable in my female underwear. Snuggled under the covers, I watch Franka almost tear the suit and the rest of the clothes off. She comes to me naked under the covers and we stroke and caress each other. Lying on me, Franka pushes my hard cock into her wet grotto, and I put my legs around her abdomen. She fucks me wildly while I suck on her breasts. Franka reaches her climax under loud groans, frozen in her lust. When her orgasm subsides, she rides on, unfortunately my nipples cannot be stimulated under the fake latex. Franka gasps in my ear, "I want you to have real tits!" With a tremendous boost I reach my effusion. Should I really get a breast planted? Of course, the idea of real breasts is very tempting, but I must give up my life as a man. I need proper papers, since my masquerade, I have not driven a car anymore, for fear of getting into a traffic control. But I never want to do without female clothes anymore! How should that go on in the long run? With these thoughts, Franka and I fall asleep closely. The next morning, it is ten o'clock. I still wear the corset, after such a long time, woman only notices the pain when she takes off. As usual, I go to the kitchen in my pink negligee to put on the coffee. Birgit and my mother are already sitting there at breakfast. "Do you like coffee too?" asks mother. I sit down with them; the negligee's thin fabric cannot cover my corset and stockings. "Hopefully, you used your wedding night well, Franka didn't even take the time to unwrap his candy properly!" Laughs Birgit. "Are you going to have a sex change, or do you want to keep walking around as a man and sometimes as a woman?" Mother asks. Me: "I don't know, actually I would like to live as a woman, so outwardly, but I don't want to lose my cock, it just brings us both too much fun. I would like to have breasts to wear airy clothes in the summer, but I do not like spaying and neutering until the end of my days. I have to ask if there are other ways to live the way we want, just be happy the way we are." Mother: "After your brother, everyone in the family wanted a girl, as a toddler you also looked very cute, with your blonde curly hair, like a doll. My mother, your grandma used to say you look exactly like me when I was little. I always had some girl's clothes for you, then on Sunday, I dressed you up for a walk. Everyone thought you were so cute, but of course you cannot remember that you weren't even five years old. It was so cute to see you in girls' dresses. I had no idea that you wanted to go out as a girl yourself, of course I would have supported you. But the neighbors would have been whispering if you had been running around as a fag. Now as a lady you are cutting a fine figure. Hopefully, you and Franka will find a way to go. Would you prefer to be called Julia or Juliane?" I fall around mother's neck. "I don't care, but Franka is Frank! He has much fewer problems, a woman in pants with ties and short hair is not a thing, I get through my passport control at most in Mardi Gras. " I reply. We have breakfast and chat about a lot of things. But I always have to remember that my mother put me in girl clothes as a small child. Could I only expect motherly love as a girl? Is it that I am drawn to women's clothes in my subconscious? I can't remember everything myself, but I still remember some things: So, I had to buy girls' shoes, supposedly because my foot was so long and narrow! I found it terrible to have to try shoes in the women's department. That my father called me for a long time Juli and my brother often annoyed me with the saying, "Are you going back to girls!" But that's yesterday's snow, it does not matter, I want to live my life the way it is! The celebration is over, everyday life has arrived. We went into several self-help groups for cross-dressers and transsexuals, spoke to many trans-sisters, but nobody has a solution to our problem. They give me good tips on how to fight the beard shadow and get round hips. I find out that you can push your testicles into the abdominal cavity and then easily hide the dick in a pair of briefs, I should have known that in summer, I would have been spared many roles from Hansaplast. It is clear that you cannot have your papers changed in Germany without complete gender change, a previous marriage will also be invalid. All things that Frank and I cannot accept! So, what to do? We get addresses from doctors who make breast implants without giving hormones beforehand and who have good results. I let my beard growth burn away with laser light, it takes a long time, but little by little my skin on the chin becomes soft again. The eternal use of hair remover wasn't good either. In November Frank and I went to the mountains in northern Italy, to a clinic to have the breast implants placed. Of course, I'm afraid, but the doctor looks very competent and after anesthesia I wake up next to Franka. Frank is also in the hospital bed. "What's wrong with you?" I ask. "If you have breasts made, I don't need any more!" Grins Franka, distorted with pain. In general anesthesia, I had my lips sprayed with collages, I want to appear as feminine as possible without putting my health at risk. It's a great feeling to pull the lipstick over this kissing mouth. Frank seems to be even more taken with my lips; he constantly wants to kiss me. I am happy to allow this. After two weeks we go back home. In South Tyrol I bought a dirndl that shows my new bust size well. I come to a cup size B. More would lead to discomfort, the doctor said, it is enough for me and I am glad that the pain of the operation is slowly disappearing. I enjoy the view of my breasts in the shower and how the boobs swing with every movement. The nipples are sensitive like never. Franka can wear T-shirts without any problems and says, "The breasts was never really important to me." There is no turning back for us, Franka does not want to live as a woman anymore, I no longer want to be a man, so we have the idea of how we can solve our problem! On Saturday and Sunday, we practiced the signatures of the other for five hours. On Monday I prepare myself to look as similar as possible to Franka and go to the registration office with 4 passport photos of myself in my pants suit and claim that I am Franka Brenner and have lost all my papers on vacation in a boat accident, my husband will also come in the next few days, but must have an important business meeting today. With a pounding heart I can watch the clerk looking for the old applications, taking a quick look at the old images and attaching the new photos to the new applications, which I dutifully sign. After an hour I am finished and get into the car, completely excited, to Franka, who has been waiting with scary all the time in front of the registration office. "It works, without grumbling they gave me a provisional ID, in 3 weeks I can pick up my identity card and driving license. We only must go to the T?V by car, because of the vehicle registration!" I hug Franka with a laugh. I did not think it would be that easy in a few weeks, I can drive a car again without fear of control. On Wednesday, Franka applies for her papers, again no one notices that I am five centimeters taller than Franka. Frank: "Actually, I could now apply for a name change!" I joke, "How about Franka Julia Brenner, out of love for my husband Julian!" Working in property management is a lot of fun, Juergen leaves more and more important decisions to me to delve into real estate trading. After three weeks we pick up our new papers, me in the morning, Frank in the afternoon, so as not to arouse unnecessary distrust. I proudly look at my ID and driver's license with my photo on it. I am now putting on the best clothes and blouses, I'm happy with my neckline and real papers, with my photo on it. The dance school has agreed on the first Sunday in Advent for the Ball Paradox. It is clear to us that we appear in the dresses that we received for the wedding. Birgit and Juergen try some things from Frank and me. But you have other sizes, so we go to KaDeWe, where Jacky has some festive dresses in large sizes. Others from the dance group have already desperately contacted us on the phone because the men cannot find a suitable wardrobe and do not have the courage to try on women's clothing in a normal shop. Following the keyword "paradox", the colleagues of Jacky and Ricky lead the men into a separate storage room and help them very discreetly when trying. The dance evening will be a great success. Men have the most difficulty in heeled shoes but are quite taken with the female clothing. This evening everyone goes to the ladies' room in a dress, it is fuller than usual and there is more fussing around than usual. When I have to, three men storm me and tell me how great they think this idea is, they would otherwise never dare to walk around like this but can now understand me much better. "Women's clothing is so sensual, the tights and swinging skirts really turn me on. I feel like I am finally wearing what I'm really comfortable with. I would love to enjoy this transformation more often. " Admits Michael, a dancer in a wide, red silk skirt and white blouse. I hear from some men, "What variety of clothes that girls have, otherwise we all always look the same as penguins. I am for men's emancipation, equal rights to skirts and dresses for women and men!" We decide to hold a ball paradox every six months. "Otherwise the purchase of the wardrobe was not worth it!" The women in their suits don't think the idea is bad either, "but then the men also have to help more in the household!" one calls into the hall. The evening ends in a good mood. With the new method of hiding my testicles, I can wear women's trousers now that it's getting colder. But I always prefer to wear skirts and dresses, the feeling of the swinging fabric around the legs is always an exciting affair. I just love it. I often stroll with Birgit; we find cute things for ourselves and buy Christmas gifts for the men. For Christmas I put on a long steel blue velvet dress with a sexy slit on the side through which you can see my fishnet stockings. The cleavage is my pride and joy, the thick pearl necklace from our wedding makes it look particularly great. Birgit, Juergen, Franka and I toast with a glass of sparkling wine. We exchange presents. From Birgit and Juergen I get an elegant ladies' watch in gold from Citizen, I have to put my old watch away, and I am really happy. But Frank's surprise almost leaves me breathless. A short fur coat, wonderfully soft silver fox, lined with hamsters on the inside, if it were not so warm, I wouldn't have taken it off. After a delicious meal, I fried my first whole and a relaxed cognac afterwards, we go to our room. I let my velvet dress slide down and lay the fur on the floor, I loll on the fur in suspenders, Frank knows how to satisfy my desire, he sucks on my nipples, my cock is close to hosing down. Frank is now sucking on my cock and I'm coming tremendously. Franka sucks everything up, I am exhausted in my fur. Franka kisses me and gives me back my effusion with the kiss, it tastes slightly salty, slimy. Then she sits on my face with her wet pussy, I lick and suck on her clit until our juices mix in my mouth. Frank reaches his climax with twitches. We lie exhausted on the cozy fur. "Shouldn't we even see if Birgit and Juergen are still awake?" I ask Frank. Naked only with fur, Frank in a pajama, his green double dildo strapped on, we sneak to the bedroom of the two. Listening to the door, I hear a quiet conversation. We knock a "Yes please," from Juergen. We enter a little ashamed since our wedding in September we have not been intimate with each other. But when we see the big grin of the two, we know that we are welcome. Everyone pats everyone, but I soon have to share my fur with Birgit. It is smacked, sucked, and tested every opening as a pleasure test. Only early in the morning we sleep exhausted in a tangled limb. The holidays pass with delicious food, cinema, and culture. It is winter, boots and long skirts, woolen tights and my beloved fur I wear when we walk through the snowy forests. At the next dance school ball everyone discusses the experiences of the Ball Paradox again. We laughed a lot again; everyone is looking forward to the next Ball Paradox. Michael asks me to take a slow waltz, I wanted to dance with Frank, who only shrugs his shoulders. Michael is a good dancer, but only ever dances with his wife Marion. On the dance floor he confesses to me that since the Ball Paradox he can only think of clothes, lingerie, and tights. Whenever Marion is out of the house, he pulls things off the ball. "I'm just going to leaf through the womens catalog. I have a huge order list in my head, underwear, skirts, nightgowns, shoes, wigs, tights. I want things, I can't have them sent home. Marion freaks out. Can't I have things sent to you?" He begs. Of course, I agree, but I have to consider: "If you really have such strong feelings for female clothing, you have to talk to your wife. In the long run, something like that is not to be hidden, talk to Marion about it, maybe she can understand you and you choose the things together, have it sent to your home. Otherwise call me so that we can talk about the matter in peace!" Michael thanks. In his eyes I can see his imagination unpacking and trying on the big package with silky things. A week later, the parcel service delivers a large box for Michaela Reiche c/o Julia Brenner. Michael did not manage to talk to his wife after all. I call him that his dreams have been delivered and we meet in the city for tomorrow afternoon, I have an appointment there anyway. The package in the car, I meet Michael in the Alberto pizzeria. He is of course very excited; I ask him if he has spoken to Marion. Of course, not - first he wants to try out how he feels in the new clothes, maybe the urge to wear something like that will soon go away on his own. He doesn't need the things at all, he just wants to feel how things feel. I do not believe him a word; I have persuaded myself of this for far too long. But I can also understand him, he is afraid to destroy everything he has loved so far. It is like a drug at this stage. He knows that it is a great danger to his normal life, but he also cannot be changed. He hopes to be discovered but prefers not to. He happily loads the box into the trunk of his Opel. # "Call me if you're having trouble!" I tell him as he gets into his car. In January I dealt with a complaint in an apartment building. The tenants complain about a tenant, Claudia Gierschke, who constantly receives a visit from a gentleman, who behaves loudly in the stairwell at night. I put on my plaid pleated skirt, warm tights, boots, and a light cashmere sweater and drive our car to the tenant in Sch?neberg at the agreed time. An elegant lady of about 40 years opens me and asks me in for tea. She admits that she visits men more often, she must pay off debts that her divorced husband made with his construction company. I am sorry for her. I offer her a shop apartment, just around the corner, to use for her love services, then she does not have to serve the guys in her own apartment, the tenants are no longer bothered. She gratefully accepts the offer. Immediately I print out a corresponding rental agreement with my laptop and we look at the shop apartment: three rooms, toilet, separate shower, just the right thing. Back in her apartment, we sign the new contract. "An eggnog on top, or would you prefer a cognac?" she asks smugly. "You come out great as a woman, but you can't fool me!" I get a red head, am I a zombie? Then she hugs me and gives me a big smack. "You needn't be ashamed, I rarely see a tranny with so much style, so confident!" I tell my story. Claudia: "It's a great thing that you switched roles with your partner, which is probably why you understand my situation. Without your offer with the shop the neighbors would get me out of here, I'm really grateful to you, maybe I can help you too. There are a lot of men who want to put on women's clothes, they keep asking me about them, but most don't dare to change their lives like you do!" I feel strong for my way through their admiration. Somehow it makes me horny to talk about my problems, and so I dominate Claudia: "So now you know about me, but I want to know how you do it for your customers! Go undress!" Completely perplexed she takes off her clothes. She is wearing stockings with suspenders. "Leave it alone!" I command. I just pull my skirt up; I only pull my pantyhose and panties to my knees. Claudia's fainting, being so surprised, turns me on totally. My member is hard like never. I brutally attack Claudia on the couch, quickly I come without paying attention to Claudia. I think it's all over now, when she handcuffs my hands with lightning speed on my back and throws me to the floor. Where do the handcuffs come from so unexpectedly? "Like you me so I you!" sneers Claudia. I am totally handicapped by the tights in my knees, I can't resist. She lifts my skirt over my face and jerks her cunt on my stiff cock. I enjoy their lust; we find ourselves lying on the carpet out of breath. We are related souls, with a grin Claudia opens the shackles. "You're just a horny woman like me!" She laughs. Two horny mice arrange their clothes, then I have to go. We say goodbye and I wish her every success in her new shop. It makes me happy when I can help others. The property manager is often uncomfortable with tenants and craftsmen who only want to argue. One Tuesday evening Michael calls me: "Julia, you are the only one who can help me, Marion found the transfers for the order Michaela on the bank statements. It drilled until I admitted everything. Marion is just howling; she insults me as gay and if I can now have my tail cut off. Can you come and talk to her?" he asks me. In such an emergency, help goes without saying. I just freshen up my make-up and drive, the quarter of an hour, to Zehlendorf, the two live in a small but very tasteful house. Michael had hidden his clothes in the hobby cellar, Marion threw everything on the floor and locked himself in the bedroom with a bottle of red wine. I knock on the door. "Here is Julia, from the dance group, let me in! I have to talk to you. Don't make things worse." "It's only because of you that it got this far!" She poisoned me when she opened the bedroom door. Howled she faces me. "Let us talk about it, Michael doesn't want to lose you, hence his stealth. For me it was the same. But there is a solution for you if you try to understand each other! Come to the living room I want to mediate between you, if you can accept me as a friend, Michael asked me for it!" We sit down in the sitting area and I ask Michael to tell Marion why he wants to put on women's clothes. He says that the feeling of the clothes on the skin totally upsets him. He does not want to totally transform himself into a woman, so he finds wearing wigs uninteresting. He also has no urge to show himself in public in women's clothes. Marion relaxes watching, she asks if he is gay now and has to sleep with men. I explain to Marion that Michael is a cross-dresser, almost all cross-dressers are heterosexual, they just want to put on women's clothes. Only a few, as I want to live in public as a woman. Transsexuals, feel like women, want to adapt their wrong bodies to their wishes. Transsexuals feel their tail as a foreign body, want to get rid of it. Most of the time, they seek relationships with men to fulfill their role as women. Cross-dresser considerately lives with their partner. I met many couples with the Transsisters who found a regulation. So, I suggest to them that Michael is allowed to wear women's clothes in the house every 1st and 3rd Saturday of the month and the following Sunday. Marion agrees, but demands that Michael cook and wash on these weekends and if he makes out with men, she wants a divorce immediately. Otherwise, she will help him choose the clothes, there must be no secrecy anymore. I am Julian.06atgmxdotde happy to have mediated between the two, we are still drinking a glass of wine together, then I wish the two of them to be honest, bringing everything you want from your partner and what you do not want. I drive to Potsdam again. Had Franka known about my passion from the beginning, maybe a few things would have turned out differently. But now I'm also happy to be a woman in public, Frank is really proud of me when I do a great job. But I am not quite satisfied with my face yet. Encouraged by the good course of the breast operation, I register in a clinic to make my nose smaller and my eyes bigger, and I discuss everything with the doctor. Little should be corrected so as not to completely change the face. The operation is performed under local anesthesia. Only the root of the nose is reduced, little cartilage at the tip is removed. The eyelids are lifted, making the eyes appear larger. I can already admire the result during the operation. The next day, everything is swollen and only after a week do I go back to people. I have contact lenses made by an optician. Now that my face looks so feminine, I don't need to hide it behind glasses. Since I get along with the lenses so well, I get them same strength again with light blue iris. Franka is thrilled. "You look great with your sweet nose and blue eyes. If you continue like this, you will soon have to get a new ID card again!" On the next dance evening we meet Michael and Marion, both seem to be the same as always. We have small talk, then Michael asks me to dance. He whispers in my ear, "You did a great job. Marion has always been looking forward to the wrong weekends. Then I spoil her, from breakfast to bed to pillows under my feet while watching TV. She wants to order a maid costume for me soon. I am also satisfied. I do not have to hide from her in my clothes. Phantastic - I only sleep in long satin nightgowns, it is much nicer to stroke the smooth fabric and make love with each other!" After the dance Michael leads me back to our common table. As I sit down, I see Marion blinking at me like an accomplice. It is always fun to spend the evening with Frank in an elegant dress. Nizza Juergen is very excited, he bought an old factory site for a bargain price and wants to convert it into condominiums, lofts and office space. The banks move in and he expects a huge profit. Juergen: "I invite you; we fly to Nice for a week. We have earned a little sun after the long winter, the two girls can still buy some clothes, I will look for supplies for our wine cellar." We fly directly Tegel to Nice, take a rental car and live in the super elegant La R?serve in Beaulieu-sur-Mer directly on the beach. Eating, sunbathing, shopping, it could go on forever! We go to Monaco to the casino; Birgit and I have new long evening dresses made of velvet and me one made of chiffon. The fabric flies easily in the warm evening breeze around my unsteady body. Through the layers of fabric, you can see my bra, which I proudly fill with my bust size. Juergen has given each of us dainty earrings that match our necklaces. I cannot have enough jewelry. I really enjoy choosing jewelry. Being able to decorate yourself has as much eroticism as I could never imagine as a man. We have bad luck in the game, we lose the 1000 ? we took with us, but we are all the luckier in love. No night passes without erotic gaming. I did not tell Franka about the adventure with Claudia, my husband is only surprised that I enforce my will so impetuously. The morning often begins with a shower together, with four of us always inventing new games with soap and shampoo. The week is quickly over, we fly home relaxed. When we arrive in Potsdam, we do the business mail when Juergen suddenly turns pale: "Here is the soil report, the second expert found contamination of the pre-war soil with arsenic at a depth of 3 meters, the renovation costs are estimated at twice the purchase price. What should I do? Call our attorney immediately, maybe I can withdraw from the contract." I call Dr. Berger, but he believes the chances of winning a lawsuit are exceedingly small. "I am broke, I entered everything as security with the banks, otherwise I would never have been able to raise the money! What should become of us?" howls Juergen off. I have never seen him like this. A hectic week goes by. The loans burst, suddenly all friends are gone. The house suddenly belongs to the banks, I quickly sail the dinghy to a neighboring club to secure the boat from the bailiffs. We will all have to leave the house where we lived so carelessly and loved each other. Frank can hardly believe the garden not being able to see all its glory in spring. We still have our old apartment and can store our things there, but it is clear to us that we will not be able to withstand the venomous looks of our bourgeois neighbors for long. We move into a nice apartment in Charlottenburg via the contacts to the house owners. Frank is not far from his office. We quickly painted the walls and cleared our furniture. Birgit and Juergen move in with us for a few days. All accounts are blocked, the two can do nothing. Birgit and Juergen decide to fly to their younger sister in the USA, Juergen still has a few shares in the Bahamas. We say goodbye to them in tears, Ricky and Jacky also came to the airport. I am out of my job, we can hardly make ends meet with Frank's salary, but finding a job is difficult, as soon as my true identity is recognized, I have no chance to find anything in these times. In Sch?neberg I introduce myself to a property manager, they ask for certificates again, I can only present Juergen's, but this affair knows the whole industry in Berlin, I hear, "We'll get back to you." That is it. When I walk to the car in frustration, I notice that I am on the street where I rented the shop apartment to Claudia Gierschke. Driven by curiosity, I keep walking the block, standing in front of the shop. Thick curtains prevent the view through the windows. I find the bell on the door. "You Julia! What are you doing here? I'm expecting a client! But come on in." She pulls me through the door. She is wearing a black leather dress, black stockings, high heels. I briefly report on my situation, Claudia regrets me, but thinks I will find a decent job again when the doorbell rings. Claudia apologizes to open. She introduces an obviously very shy man. He looks at me anxiously, he probably didn't expect a second person. "Klaus likes dress-up games! He would like to put your clothes on! Klaus wants to be as beautiful as you, do him a favor, Klaus will make your every wish come true. Get down with your clothes! " She says to us. She blinks at me, I play with: "Didn't you hear! Finally take your clothes off or do you want to wait for Christmas?" I grumble at him. Klaus is overly excited, which you can easily see from his erect masculinity. Then I take off my clothes with very erotic posture, which he still puts on warmly, smelling like me. When he sees that I'm a cock girl, he is visibly aroused even more. Claudia hands me a dressing gown. "Can you do the make up by yourself?" I ask and Claudia leads him to the mirror. He awkwardly uses lipstick and eye shadow. He chooses a long black wig. I can see it getting safer as if clothes are protecting its real interior. "You're really horny and want to suck Julia's cock?" Claudia asks. "On your knees you little pig!" She says to Klaus, who almost bends. She pulls him by the ears in my direction, I open my silk night coat and Klaus greedily sucks on my semi-rigid. He skillfully brings me to orgasm, sucks everything up well. Claudia: "I will now tear off your cock! You cannot really use it anyway!" Says the professional to Klaus, pulling off his tights and from over his crossbar. She quickly wanked him to the climax. In my clothes, with the pantyhose in his knees, the filled preservative in his hand, he makes a rather depressed impression, nevertheless he thanks us and asks to come back. Ashamed, he disappears into the shower with his clothes. "How do you like my job? Such disturbed guys come in here all the time. I could use support; you could take over men who like women's clothes! " He pays Claudia ? 250 and disappears with the words: "Next time I just want to be with the shemale. No matter how much it costs! " Claudia brings me underwear and outerwear; I don't want to put my clothes on again after he has stained them. I am agitated by the experience, I have never been to a prostitute before, but Claudia always has the situation under control, I did not feel insecure for a minute. I almost felt sorry for the customer, as awkward and clumsy as he was. "Don't you want to join me? It is always much fun for two, since I have the shop, I will soon be out of debt; we could start an ad series, "discover the woman in you" and we will earn lot of money! You as a man- woman will attract the guys like a magnet! What are you waiting for? "Claudia asks me. I cannot decide right away, please give me one day to think about. I still have to talk to Frank, I don't want to lose him, we won't get by long without another income! "I'll call you tomorrow and tell you!" I say goodbye to her. At home, I put my things in the washing machine, put on Eric Clapton's CD, pour me some wine and snuggle up on the sofa with the arctic fox coat. Why shouldn't I try to make my money like that? As a man, there are no such opportunities in this business. Before Frank came home, I phoned Claudia and agreed. Since then, I have been looking after men who otherwise have no chance to live out their feminine side. We buy lots of clothes, wigs, false breasts, erotic underwear. The shop on Marburger Strasse went bankrupt, we were able to buy many things for which we would otherwise have paid a lot of money. I have many customers who recognize that there is a secret side to their existence that cannot be lived in our society. Many are strong personalities who know exactly what they are doing. Their family is important to them, but now and then they want to feel nylon and silk on their skin. Most of the time, they want to be forced to put on female clothing because they cannot admit their desire to themselves. They want to look as perfect as possible; wigs are important because the hair partially hides the male face. The long hair, then play around her made-up face. We cover up the Adam's apple with a bandana or a short necklace. They enraptured look at their stockinged legs in the mirror, their feet in narrow pumps. They stumble awkwardly on the high heels. For them, the time is too short to learn to walk well on high heels. In the evenings I take the "brave" on the street to go to the Blaustrumpf. The fat landlady already knows me. When I come with a customer, she tells the gay guests that they are playing the game and complimenting the guest as a great woman. All customers can be towed to the toilet and serve the homos. Should the hobby trannies remain calm in their belief that they were used as girls. Sometimes I have two customers in the store at the same time, then I let them put on make-up and put on each other. They are so horny that I command them to suck each other's cock. Klaus is always keen to blow his partner's dick on knees under a wide skirt. Wedding dresses are particularly popular. For an extra price, I have a small wedding party played. Claudia is then the groom and bangs the "bride" while I give the orders. For most it is easier to do what you say than to express wishes yourself. I know the secret wishes from my own experience, so we have many satisfied customers and a lot of fun at work. I enjoy the admiration that I get from all customers about my figure and my appearance. I can help some to walk the path I have taken, but for most the relationship I have with Frank will remain a dream. How lucky I was to find Franka, with similar hidden dreams as I had, that we could become what we are now. What a miracle in this big, beautiful world! Frank knows he is my only love. We do not worry anymore, after everything we've experienced, no matter what happens, we'll get through it together. I am grateful for this experience. I thank Juergen and Birgit that we were able to switch roles. They got into real estate trading in the US and we will visit them next summer. Until then, we regularly write emails with often very erotic content. I wish all mothers that they raise their children in such a way that the little ones have no doubt about their genetic makeup, if society finds these roles more important than the person himself. If you want advice and tips from me, write a PM I love to get comments! Thanks for reading!