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Church Ladies My story begins in a comfortable neighborhood, in a comfortable little city, in a midwestern area, an area where there is little crime to worry about and neighbors tend to watch out for each other. A bit about myself to begin with, and then on to the focus of this story. My name, Daniel Peterson, or Dan as I was called by most, and my wife Patricia or Pat as she was called by most. We were both retired, and living comfortably with little to worry us. Our kids were all grown up, and spread out around the country, so we were by ourselves, at least in our home. As I mentioned we lived in a nice neighborhood, although it was very mature by this time with all the children having grown up and left as ours were. Somewhat interesting, most of our neighbors were single ladies, having lost their husbands to divorce or in some cases, an early demise. I was one of only a few guys still living with their wife in this immediate area, having been married now some 45 years. The more interesting aspect of this situation was that this group of neighborhood ladies, were all part of a church group that was formed to help out with the social functions of the parish, and met monthly for years now to serve these needs. They organized church events like bingo, suppers, fund raisers, and many celebrations, as well as funeral meals. They also helped out in the church charity shop. To say that this created a lasting bond with these ladies, was putting it mildly. They became such good friends that they gathered several times a week in someone's home to gossip, play games, or just help each other out with their household chores. While they were all different, they had similar interests so almost became like family. There was MaryJo, Wanda, Melissa, Betsy, and Missy that were regulars. There were a few others, that were a bit more up in age, and didn't get to all the events, Kathy and Wilma and Martha, but the group always visited their homes at least every other week to lend a helping hand. Now a bit more about my wife and me, as I mentioned already, we were retired, me most recently, my wife after the last of our kids left. I was an IT expert, and so seemed to be attached to a computer most or the time, although it was now downsized to a nice size tablet. In any case, I carried it with me on most occasions, typically in my old shoulder strap leather computer bag along with a note book and other office supplies that I would use. My wife had been in cosmetology for many years, and still helped the ladies with some of their hair needs as well as regular nail care. We were quite the couple, and as we liked to call each other, D and P something that evolved from our address labels were we simply wrote D & P Peterson. We were a happily married couple, with my wife taking great care of my needs, everything from fixing wonderful meals to making sure I had nice clothes to wear, although my closet and drawers were meager compared to hers. She was what you might call a clothes collector as she had far more things than she could ever use, but always was a sucker for a good deal or sale. I on the other hand, could barely make a good sandwich, had no idea how to use the laundry equipment, and no idea where to go or what to shop for in the clothes department. As we grew into our 60's, health was still pretty good, nothing major to worry about as we both did yearly medical checkups and followed up with any testing that was needed. Having said that, there were still issues that developed, first with our sexual practices, which changed as our bodies did. My little guy became shy , and my wife's desires changed as well. We became much more touchy feely, and had less "traditional "sex. In addition to that, my wife was having bladder retention problems, and had to use bladder control products. She just laughed it off as part of getting old after having children. In fact, she jested that the church ladies often called themselves the drippy bunch as all had similar issues. Myself, I was starting to dribble after voiding as well, and my wife forced me to sit when I went to avoid seat and floor messes. After a few months of this, it became natural for me to simply drop my drawers when I went into any bathroom. I also started to wear bladder control pads, to contain my drips when not on the potty. Things all changed suddenly in the year of the covid. Social gatherings were limited but this group of ladies still gathered every few weeks to look out for each other. Unfortunately, my wife Pat came down with the virus several months into the pandemic. While I also got it, I had a very mild case, but my poor wife got worse and worse. She eventually ended up in intensive care, and since this was early on in this pandemic, was isolated on a ventilator until she scummed to the disease. I was devastated and a total wreak. I could not even be with my wife at the end, and had to look forward to the rest of my life without my beloved Pat-I felt like my world had also ended. Worse yet, in these times funeral arrangements were put off sometimes weeks, and bodies were typically cremated when time allowed. To say I was a mess, was to put it lightly. Thank goodness for the church ladies, as they stepped in to help me mourn, and take care of me. They kept me fed, and looked after my house as the weeks went on. Eventually we were able to hold a funeral, but with limited attendance, it was simply one minister, myself, the church ladies, but none of my kids due to travel restrictions. We simply had to use the zoom mtgs to support ourselves during these times. Eventually as time moved on things got a little better. While the ladies were taking turns checking on me almost every day, Betsy seemed to be taking extra turns and was at my house more than the others. We, her and I, started to gain some feelings towards each other it seemed, but I was not sure why that was as Betsy was never married, but did have a grown daughter that she spoke of on occasion. I had the feeling that Betsy kind of favored the girls for companionship throughout her life? In any case, her and I did seem to hit it off, and I found out the reason eventually, as she told me the church ladies never kept secrets from each other, and my beloved Pat shared all our intimate secrets and activities with Betsy who found my situation to her liking, and put me in a class with the girls she had relations with in the past. While she didn't come out directly and say this, I put two and two together and came to this conclusion. The point, Betsy was spending a lot of time with me, doing most all my cooking, grocery shopping, and the majority of my laundry. The rest of the ladies did stop over on occasion, sometimes in a group and did the house cleaning on many of these occasions. In addition, on a few of these occasions, they took advantage of my dear departed wife's cosmetics setup which still existed in one of the spare rooms, and did each other's hair and nails on these visits. I was even treated to some hair touchups as mine was continuing to grow, and getting a bit shaggy. As the weeks turned into months, Betsy started to stay over on a few occasions, even as we were not sharing a bed yet, just as a purpose of convivence. Something other that developed about this time was that many of my clothes were starting to get tattered and torn and needed to be tossed. Betsy came up with the thought that maybe I should go through some of my wife's things, still where they were left when she passed, and start to use things that would fit me as opposed to passing along to charity and shopping for new. I was a bit hesitant at first but she convinced me with the argument that the only people we ever saw were the church ladies, and no one in that group really would care if I started to use some of my former wife's things, in fact some thought that was a great idea. So with that thought, I sorted out some of her more mundane underwear, finding some long leg "granny panties" that were similar to my boxers but in nylon fabric, as well as quite a few pair of full cut briefs, some cotton, and others nylon. I also found some camies that were similar in cut to my undershirts, and even some sleep gowns and pajamas that could be used. In addition, I found that some of her tops were close to my size but a bit big in chest, as well as some pants, although many were the pull-on style. Here again, Betsy convinced me that since I always sat to use the potty, these pants were really not a problem for me, so here again, I started to use a lot more of my former wife's things. As the months turned into a year since my wife's passing, I was becoming quite at ease dressing in woman's things, and was becoming more and more a part of the church ladies' group, although still in the safety of my own home. One of the things that this group soon adopted was to put me at ease by calling me by my former wife's pet name, simply D. Soon everyone called me this, and Daniel was a thing of the past. About this time, my birthday came around, and the ladies did a small party for me, bringing cake and a few presents. The biggest surprise to me was a leather shoulder bag to replace my ragged old computer carry bag. This new bag was a lot different from what I had, including an over flap with a zipper beneath it typical to a lady's purse which it was. Additionally, there was a small zip wallet within, where all my personal information could be stored, and everyone helped me to move my things into this bag and wallet. While this was a big step for me, it really wasn't as I had always carried my computer bag on my shoulder, just that now I had no need to carry anything in a pants pocket, as it all fitted nicely into my new bag which really was a genuine purse. Another gift was a new pair of shoes, as my traditional loafers were also worn out. These new shoes were a bit different, as they were apparently a lady's style, with a small heal and an over the foot strap. I was a bit concerned again about these, but was assured that they would be comfortable and would fit with the rest of my clothes. They certainly were comfortable as after I had them on, they stayed on for the rest of the day. Betsy told me that she had a "special" gift for me latter, and I was not sure what that could be, although I was hopeful for something I had not had in well over a year. The ladies cleaned up after our party and all left for the evening, leaving just Betsy and I. At this point, Betsy started to snuggle up to me, and suggested that we get ready for bed, and that tonight she was going to be staying in my bed as long as I was wearing one of my nice sleep gowns and a pair of "nice nylon briefs". Who was I to turn down the best chance I had for some sexual relations after such a long time? I was sure my past wife would have wanted me to find someone after her passing, and who better than one of her good friends from days past. I wasted little time in finding the correct attire, and was soon in my bedroom awaiting Betsy. She appeared shortly, certainly not in disappointing clothing, dressed in a similar fashion to myself but with a more revealing and frillier gown. We were soon cuddling and getting very touchy feely, working up to a quite heated pitch. I was concerned that Betsy would be greatly disappointed in my lack of "manly excitement" but she told me straight away, that was not something she was looking for in a partner, which immediately set me at ease. What she did say is that I could use my "talents" to please her, after she did the same for me, and that set off a long session of her working me over with her mouth, followed by my doing the same to her. This lasted well into the evening, draining most of the energy either of us had. At some point, we both slept soundly till well into the morning. We awoke to some great cuddling, and the question if I enjoyed my Bday , which I had to say it may have been the best ever! Betsy got up first and got ready for the day, but prior to my getting ready, came back to me with the question, did I want her to be in my bed every night going forward. I needed little time to answer her, and said straight away that I felt that would be a great thing for us to be together as more than friends going forward. Betsy sat on the bed with me, kissed me tenderly and went on to say that if that were the case, I would have to conform to some of her interests, so she would not eventually get tired of me. I asked her what that could be, and she simply said, you are well aware now that I like ladies, and I really don't want to spend my life living with a husband, but need a wife. I was a bit shocked at this, but she went on to say, don't worry, you are well along that path already and we will work on it together, and as long as you continue to make some progress, all will be wonderful! I was a still a bit concerned, but she went on to say that the church ladies will all be there to help you along as well, so don't even worry about the changes that will come. I wasn't sure if I was happy about that but was certain of one thing, Betsy was something I needed to replace what I had with my lost wife. As the months continued, the covid started to phase out as well, and soon we were getting back to some sort of normal. Betsy had moved all her things into my house which was a bit bigger, and sold hers. The ladies still came to my house as a group on a regular basis, probably due to the cosmetic and hair styling things contained in the spare room. One of the gals, Missy, had also worked in a beauty salon, but never as a certified cosmetologist, only as an assistant. She was knowledgeable enough to pick up most of the cutting and styling efforts, and the other ladies helped out with the nails and other tasks. Over time, I was being slowly changed into much more of a lady, with body hair waxed away (not much to start with) my now longer hair being done in a more lady like fashion, even doing a body wave perm, and the start of cosmetic use on my face. My ears were now pierced, and I always had some jewelry on, as I had lots to choose from. My shirts turned into blouses, and I started to wear hose rather than socks on my feet. I even started to wear bras, with one of the ladies donating some of her prosthetic breasts she wore after her breast removal surgery years ago. They became extra when she decided to down size in her older age, but for my larger frame, were just right for me. To say that Betsy was happy was an understatement, and after every little improvement, she would treat me to a great night of sex, introducing me to things I never would have thought of. Around my second year with this lady's group, I was confident enough with my dress and appearance to start to go out with the group. My name evolved again from D to Dee, so if I was ever questioned about it, I could fall back to this. When outside the group of ladies, I spoke seldom, and learned to speak in a quiet, measured fashion that could be considered an older lady's voice. I started with the gatherings at other ladies' houses, and evolved to even helping out in the church events. All in all, I was fitting in very well with this group, considering I did not even have the correct hardware to belong. With that in mind, about this time, Betsy convinced me to try to grow my own breasts, suggesting that it would be a great improvement in our bedroom. In addition, she added that I would be better accepted by our group, and should at that point start to wear dresses, which I had been avoiding up till now. After a couple weeks of these discussions, I agreed to start taking some hormones, something that was easy to get from the group, considering they all had at one point taken birth control meds and many had taken strong hormones to alleviate menopause symptoms. I had no idea how much these hormones would change me, but within a month, my chest was becoming very sensitive, and I was becoming far more emotional. Betsy was always there for me, and was so positive about my developments. By the third month, my breast development had become apparent, and I already had a natural and full B cup and still growing. To say Betsy was pleased was an understatement. She was always teasing and grouping my new chest, and in bed was constantly stimulating my breasts. I learned to become very excited simply from these sensations. Of course, I always had to take care of Betsy as well, and we became very attached to each other through this time, to the point that she prompted me to ask her to get married, something I would never have expected from this lady in a million years. What she didn't indicate at this point was who was going to be wearing the dress! When news of this got out to the rest of the bunch, it was pandemonium as everyone wanted to be part of the planning for this great event. Betsy put the brakes on the planning a bit stipulating that I would have to be able to prove myself a real lady prior to any date being set, as I was expected to be not wearing a tux, and that could not be my first appearance wearing a dress. As it was early in the year, I had to again agree to these stipulations and start acting the part if we were to get married mid to late summer as was hinted at initially. I did start to find skirts that I was comfortable with in my deceased wife's closet, and started slowly with these and simple blouses. As mentioned earlier, my chest was in expansion mode, so the blouses started to become more of the girly kind that my former wife used to wear, she being a full 40 DD cup and having had some good-sized hips, although her waist was similar to mine. As the months progressed into April, Easter was upon us and the ladies proposed that I accompany them to Easter service dressed in full Easter regalia which meant a flouncy dress, all the trimmings including a fancy Easter bonnet. The group took this as a challenge and started to work with me on my outfit 3 weeks prior, working up to the big day. They had been working with me at how to handle a skirt, sitting, walking, going to bathroom, all the typical things that ladies do, as well as learning to simply be comfortable wearing a dress or skirt. The other part of this was learning to walk in heals and a skirt, as the choice of shoes was just as important as the type of dress I would be wearing. I was limited to short healed pumps mostly, as I was somewhat on the taller side for a lady, even as I was not for the guy I had been. As the days closed in on Easter, the gang had picked out my dress, my shoes, hat, and other accessories for the big outing with these Church going ladies. I was also practicing putting on my face prior to this important outing, and was getting passing grades, so when the big day finally arrived, I was well schooled in what I had to do. Betsy chased me out of bed a full 3 hrs prior to the services to get myself prepared. I started with a quick wash, and removed the hair curlers that had been placed in my hair the prior evening. I brushed my hair into a nice shape with Betsy adding a few hair pieces to give it some extra charm as she put it, and started on my dressing. My panties for the day were a special pair, with lots of lace and a couple bows above the legs. I had to wear an open bottom corset, to add proper shape for my waist. It had a push up bra, which enhanced my now nearly C cup breast. It also had six garters which were used to attach my stockings to. After this was done, I donned my full slip, which helped smooth out the bumps from my underthings, and proceed to do my face as the ladies had taught me. As I finished this, Betsy popped in again to give her blessing, and spritzed me with some flowery perfume before helping me into a petticoat and my flouncy dress, something that was very lacy and thin, but fit well over the petticoat, and full slip which was also enhanced with a scalloped lace top which could be seen through this dress. After this, I had to get my strappy 2.5" pumps on, grab my hat and bag, and I was ready to join the rest of the church ladies for Easter Services. To say this was a memorable event was an understatement. The service was wonderful, with the pastor greeting us after, getting introduced to me as Dee, one of the newest members who would be around to help on a regular basis. He was so happy to meet me, he even kissed my hand and gave me a warm hug. After this we went out for a meal, to a nice family restaurant, where we dined on lamb and all the fixings and lots of wine. I was introduced to my first tripe to the ladies room, with Betsy joining me to help be not only with my dress, but to act like I belonged here. As the afternoon drew to a close, we all retired to our homes, and Betsy told me how proud she was of me, helped me off with my dress, petticoat, and shoes but kept me in my slip with all my underpinnings still in place. To say she was excited was not an exaggeration, as she and I got each other worked up to a frenzy, but it was Betsy that found 2 to 3 orgasms that evening, with me providing all the stimulation she needed with my face in her chest as well as between her legs. In my case, her stimulation of my breast and rubbing my sex provided a constant sexual excited drip, but never got me into the climax zone. We eventually got the rest of our clothes off and into our nightwear, falling asleep well past our regular night times. As the weeks went on, the ladies agreed that I did a great job of convincing the church that I was the newest member of the church ladies, and Betsy agreed that we could start to plan our wedding, on the basis that I would be becoming the bride! She was already known in the parish as a lesbian, so that would not be something unusual. We started to shop for a wedding dress, picking out several locations we would go to, and on one of the last weekends in May, went shopping, a group of 4 of us to find a gown. I was a bit shy to say the least, but played my part and after the third shop, found a dress that all agreed on was for me. Betsy also picked out some bridal lingerie that she though was fitting, a lacy white bra, garter belt and some panties that were thin, lacy, and had an open crotch? She did stress that this day was for me as well as for her, so wearing something special was most important. After this was accomplished, we started to plan the date and place for the event, and picked an early fall date, with a small local setting for the reception, which would be a very small event. My day to day happenings were not much different from when we first started to live together, with me taking care of the house and Betsy when she was home. The only thing that was changing was that I was working with the church ladies on a regular basis now and that I was almost constantly wearing dresses and acting the part of the lady of the house. As the planning for the events fell into place, and the day of the big event drew closer, I was getting a bit nervous about what I was getting into, as was not sure that getting married was going to get me anything more than what I already had, but my dear Betsy assured me that my role would certainly change when I legally became married to her. One of the things that was changing over this summer was that the hormone treatment that I was taking was certainly making itself known, as my breast was still growing, approaching a full D cup by the end of July, with several weeks to go to the planned day. In addition, my male parts were diminishing, with my little guy becoming a fading memory, and the "boys" not very noticeable at all any longer. While I haven't made use of these parts in forever it seemed, it was of little concern that they seemed to be leaving me particularly as I was no longer presenting as a male. The only concern was that this had changed so quickly it seemed. As the week of the wedding came up, the ladies were busy with the final arrangements, and the small guest list was finalized. Small was the key as other than this group, a few friends from church made up the remainder. Not a lot was planned for d?cor, as the church needed nothing special, and outside of Betsy who had decided on a simple white pant suit, our witnesses were to wear nice Sunday dresses, they were Missy and Wanda, as they were the part of the group that seemed to hang with us the most. The ceremony was very simple, the pastor wasting little time as there were so few in attendance. We did opt for something short and sweet, with little fanfare, not even music other than a recording for the entrance. We got right into the "to have and to holds" and honor your wife part, the only change from tradition was that there was no husband part, simply partner. After this finished and Betsy presented me with a new wedding ring that I wore, we kissed and moved on to the reception area where we had a few drinks, a nice meal a few gifts to open, and a bit of dancing to wrap up the evening. One of the mystery gifts was a box to opened latter from all the church ladies, and was left till than as a surprise. The others were things like nice sleep wear, and a few kitchen appliances, the more traditional ware. As the afternoon wound down, the group started to disperse with their good luck and glad you are married greetings, and my new partner and I retired to our honeymoon bedroom, or in this case, our home for the night. What a night it was to be. I was not allowed to walk into our house, my dear Betsy picked me up and carried me past the door. We opened a bottle of nice wine we saved for the occasion, and between sips, started to undress each other. As I was about to tend to my wife's needs as I had so often in the past, she stopped me and said that today is special, she would tend to me first! I was not sure what she meant, but went on to say that we should open our special gift now, and that may help me to understand a bit more and so we did. To my surprise, we uncovered a very realistic strap on dildo, something that had a special harness that would fit Betsy, and a well-proportioned and true to style dong, complete with the boys in the back that could be and were filled with something. Betsy was smiling like the cat that caught the canary and I was feeling like the canary, certainly hesitant to be on the receiving end of something like this. Betsy told me that the first thing that had to be done was to come into the bathroom so she could help me get prepared for my wedding night! (A total reversal from what I remembered of my first wedding so many years ago) To my surprise, she had supplies laid out to completely clean me out, which she did over the next 30 minutes or so, not once but 3 times. I was left smelling like a lady in waiting, as the last flush was something with a fragrance and lubricant involved. As she was finished with me, she told me that this was something her "wife" needed to learn to do to prepare herself for her desires on a regular basis, and I was to remember the things that we did. After this, we returned to the bedroom, we dressed in our night gowns, and where I helped her don her harness and the looming attachment which I needed to also prepare, first with my mouth and finally with some of the same lube we used earlier. We went to our bed where shortly I learned what a wifely duty was all about, something that was repeated several times before the morning came. My partner took me in several different positions, between which I treated her to all the passion I had been practicing for some time now. This is not where my story ended, although the next few weeks were a story in itself with me truly becoming a wife and lady, appreciating what my wife did for me all those years ago. While we were both virgins when I was first married, I was again a virgin to my Betsy, and had to recover from our passions certainly no different than my wife had to all those years ago. I did over time, with the help of the church ladies as well, all their suggestions and support were most encouraging. We did form a different bond after that time, one that I now understood as I was that wedding night virgin and uninformed of what a wifely duty was, something that all these ladies learned at one time years ago as well. So, I truly became one of this group, the Church Ladies, a group of older widows, with the exception of myself and Betsy, who all thought she would never be married or experience that wedding night fun- but with one exception still, we could never become natural parents as most of the church ladies had. Who knows, maybe with the medical advancements we have made, I may still be able to provide breast milk for the needy, and learn about one of the other things this group of ladies experienced but that would be another story now, wouldn't it be>