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My name was Sam Lawrence, and this was my story. I used to be a good student in the college with great grades. But my family background was not worth sharing. I never knew of my father. My step-father forced my mother to abandon me when I was a little boy. The result was years of foster care and limited support from the society. Still I wanted to make the most of my school education and eventually managed to enroll in the college with the help of the church, as one kind old lady promised to pay for my education. At the third year of my undergrad, I was told that my sponsor had faced bankrupcy and she could no longer pay for the rest of my education. Thereafter a tsunami of hardships, debts and challenges made it impossible for me to continue education. I started picking up odd jobs to pay for my very existence. Finally came the eviction notice from my college hostel where my payments were overdue for a couple of months. All this while, my best friend in the college was Laura Elizabeth Gilmore. Both of us were scoring good in grades. While I spent most of my time studying in the library, she was a rich, smart, resourceful and outgoing brat. She used to live in her father's beautiful house somewhere in the suburbs and had a bank account that paid for her extravagant wardrobe and accessories. She lost her mother earlier in her life and her father was away for a few months - so she preferred to spend a lot of her time in the college campus too. This is how we became friends. I had a crush on her for her being everything I was not! I was also impressed by her and proud of her. I think she knew it. Every time I complimented her, she said, "You are the prettiest boy of our college but not my boyfriend yet." Towards the end of my course, she was probably the only friend I had who cared about me and who did not abandon me amidst my financial hardships. I can't forget that evening. After a long day working at a diner in the next town, I walked my way back to the hostel - only to find that the door was locked by the warden and there was a notice for me. I checked with the other students who did not notice when that happened and were too busy to keep an eye on my room. With some eighty dollars in my pocket, I figured I had to stay homeless for the night. Luckily, one of the class rooms were still open where I laid my jacket and fell asleep. The next morning one of the janitors found me sleeping and woke me up! I figured that I do not have any options but to leave the college premises eventually. I couldn't go to work that day and figured that they might not want me back. I had lunch at the college cafeteria when Laura showed up. As usual, she gave me a hug and asked me how I was doing! I shared the new development from the previous night. She was sad to hear that I had to leave the college. Laura said, "Sam, you have been one of the smartest students in the college! Not sure why nobody was able to help you!" I responded, "Laura, more than the college, I worry about not having a roof and food tonight. I never saw this coming!". Laura thought for a moment and said, "I have a crazy idea, which can temporarily solve your problem. And then you can figure something out!" "What's that?" I was curious! "You come, live in my house and get paid! We have an opening there!" she said. I was a little confused. "Wait, are you offering me a job or a shelter? How are you offering me these? Laura, I don't want to be a burden on anyone! Every time I took unexpected help like these, it never ended well," I sombrely said. "Listen Sam, I am only trying to help you with your survival. Everyone knows that you cannot pay to finish your end semesters. But if you do not like my idea, you can opt out and take care of yourself." I was curious. "Thanks Laura, but what's the idea?" Laura gave a mischievous smile. "You know I live in my parental house. My mother passed away a couple of years ago and my father spends his life in Alabama with his childhood buddies. So I have the house to myself. But of course I cannot bring a boy there to live with me till my father comes back in a couple of months." I saw a ray of hope. "That makes sense! So I need to hide there without your father knowing it." Laura sighed. "I don't know if you can hide there that easily. We were looking for a maid to take care of the house. That way there is an allowance for someone to take care of the house. Would you be interested to do that Sam?" "I can certainly work as a housekeeper if your father is okay with that," I said. Laura said, "No Sam. It needs to be a lady maid. You need to dress and behave as a female maid - till my father comes home. There are security cameras in the house, so you cannot escape. If my father finds out that a boy is living in the house without his permission, he will take the next flight back home and throw you out! It already happend once I got boy buddy home for a day." This was a bizarre plan! I was 5'7" with very little growth of beard, not quite a big macho man by any standards. But dressing like a woman, a maid in the house sounded silly. I said, "You are kidding, right Laura?" Laura sounded serious saying, "If you can manage that Sam, you can stay with me. If you can't, I am afraid you have to find your own way of survival. But you know, you are kind of pretty. You will look great with some makeup and some casual womenswear. As long as you stay at home and keep yourself pretty, my father will not have a hint. You will have your own bedroom, bathroom and wardrobe. Also, let me talk to my friend who is a lawyer to see how we can make your stay as a legit one." I searched really hard for a job in my hometown but everyone turned me down since there were literally no jobs. At that stage I could not even afford a bus ticket to go to New York City. The remaining money was gone in another week in food and I started worrying about the winter as the clock ticked. Heartbroken, hungry and cold - I called Laura from the college library phone. She was sorry to hear about my situation and asked me if she can pick me up from the bus stop the next day. I spent the night at the students' hostel lobby and eagerly waited for Laura to rescue me. Laura spotted me in the college as she was going to her class. She did stop by to say, "Remember Sam, I am picking you up from the bus stop later." She did come in the evening after making me wait for two hours. I begrudgingly said, "Thanks Laura for making me wait here for so long." Laura said, "Don't be silly! I went to get you these!" She pulled a skirt from the back seat, a pair of girls' shoes and hoodie! "You need to put these on inside the car on our way. It is already dark - so when you walk-in wearing these pretty pumps and the skirt with the hoodie on, not even the cameras will know that I brought home a boy." This was not unexpected, but I liked the adventure! Sitting in the back seat I carefully removed my pants, put on the skirt, changed the shoes and finally put the hoodie that was pink in color with "MAMA MIA" written over it! It was clearly feminine, but considering my situation, I just followed Laura's lead. Laura maybe a bit eccentric but she came prepared. On arrival, Laura took me straight to a bed room through the back door of the house which was the maid's quarter. She mentioned that in her childhood one Mrs. Smith used to live there as a governess. She left the house after Laura's mother Mrs. Gilmore passed away. After I settled down a bit, Laura brought some bottled shampoos and asked me to go to the bathroom and prepare the tub. It was a very long time I had a hot bath! I was quite uncomfortable wearing my underwear while getting into the tub in Laura's presence. But she said, "Oh c'mon Sam, don't be shy! I am only here to help, not planning to take a bath together." Once I sat in the bath, Laura opened a bottle and rubbed a liquid on my face and body that gave me a burning sensation. "What are you doing Laura, what's this?" Laura said, "Just wait and watch." After ten minutes, Laura rubbed my body and to my surprise all my already sparse body and facial hair came off. My body felt smooth and completely hairless with the exception of my crotch that was covered with my underwear. I felt strange and got a boner immediately. Laura mentioned, "That's odd for a lady maid, but we will see to that later." Once I came out to the bedroom, I found that Laura laid out a pair of what looked like girls' panties, a pair of capri pants, and a tank top that looked undoubtedly feminine. I was shocked and looked at her in disappointment. She said, "Before you are allowed to wear any of these cloathes, see what I got for you today." She pulled a heavily padded bra and before I could react, she just had me wear the bra and strapped it behind me. Then she said. "Don't worry about your boy clothese since you don't need them here. Anyway you did not have much. Please put these on and see me downstairs. Dinner is waiting." I said, "... but... Laura..!" As she left the room and closed the door behind. I felt very weird, but still I put on these one by one. The feeling was very different from what I ever experienced. When I put on the tank top, it created protruding cups in front, like a girl's boobs! Besides, the strap of the bra became visible. I carefully straightened the tank top and stood in front of the mirror. I look like a boy in a girls' costume - like feminine boy. Yet, it wasn't as bad as spending the night on the road. So I came downstairs to find Laura sitting on the dining tabe, assembing a salad that she made herself. By looking at me she chimed "hey girl! you look so awesome. Come join and we will gossip before we go to bed!" That night on the soft bed, under the comfy blanket I had the best sleep that I had in months if not in years. --- Life can be relaxing --- Next morning I woke up late and found a note next to my bed that said "Sam, I am going to get some stuff for you, please help yourself with the coffee downstairs and make some toasts if you want. See you later!" I found a brush and toothpaste kept for me next. I went to the bathroom and in twenty minutes I was having my breakfast, still wearing the last night's attire. This is when I saw Laura's car entering. Laura did a bit of shopping it seemed. She dropped the bags and said, "Goodmorning sleepyhead! See what I got for you!" Gosh! She brough a couple of bras, panties, a few dresses, shoes, stockings etc. all excessively feminine and made for an elderly woman. She said, "Welcome Miss Lawrence, you will be the new governess of our house. I got you a few things to wear from the outlets that I think would fit and make you look pretty. Oh yes, I picked up these breast forms from a friend of mine who was giving it away. I will glue it on your chest so you don't feel embarrased for being a flat woman!" Wow, she really made thorough arrangements for hiding me in her house. It was embarrassing, but I still thanked her and asked her if this was necessary and how I may not be able to pay for these. To which she mentioned that I would be paid a salary that would cover it and these were not really too expensive. I reluctantly learned to dress up and live as a woman in Laura's house. Over a phone call, Laura's father agreed to recruit me and gave Laura permission to have me take care of the entire household. He said he was happy that Laura was not living all alone in his long absence. I used to stay at home mostly. Using the internet, I learned to use the apparatus, tools and procedures to keep the house tidy. I also took the responsibility of cooking, while Laura was bringing the groceries. With food and bills taken care of, when I received my first month's pay in cash, I asked Laura to deposit it in my bank account, which Laura kindly agreed with. I was getting used to living in women's clothes and Laura, with her occassional teasing - did not make me feel uncomfortable. She gave me shelter, food and a job. Laura made me take vitamins to keep me in good health now that I was not going out much and did not have the access to much of physical exercises as I would in my college days. After I left college and the end semesters getting closer, I lost touch with all my boy buddies. They totally forgot me or gave up on me. Anyway I could not afford to go with them on external activites. But I still missed hanging out with them. I mentioned this to Laura and she said she can grab drinks with me in the evenings if I learn to make nicer cocktails and other feminine drinks. I read a magazine that was in the kitchen and provided a list to Laura that consisted of a few liquers, alcoholic beverages and some ingredients. Soon we were sitting together, having girly chats in the backyard. My hair grew softer and longer by then. I just let my hair loose that evening just like Laura did. She complimented me saying I was looking pretty! I thanked her and said this must be the alcohol. One evening I realized that I have become much softer my muscles disapperating. I did grow some tits and my asses started bulging out like a woman. What was happening to me? I also stopped growing body hair and my little beards disappered. I became very stressed with this. The only person in the world I talked to was Laura. She said that I maybe becoming softer for the lack of exercise and I should use the trademill. Then she said I shouldn't be worried for looking feminine because I was actually living as a woman and till that phase is over, I could clearly manage my apperance. This was the time I remained truly confused as what I should do. I could certainly leave Lauren's house, but I didn't have any man clothes. I lost all motivation to go out and restart my life since I had nothing. So days continued to pass with Laura and I now watching the family soap operas in the evening and chores during the day. I kind of liked Lauren and one day after a couple of drinks I attempted to kiss her in an emotional moment. Lauren stood up straight and walked away. The next day she incrased my doses of vitamin and said to me that we would pretend that the last night never happened. It was almost four months when one evening she asked me to go out with her to a ladies' salon. I said, that's not possible; they will know that I am a man in a woman's dress. And I didn't want to do any such thing that girls do. Laura said, "Well, Sam let's go and check it out. If you are embarrassed, I will not push you. That's the only one place I am going today and I don't want you to become a hermit here." By this time I gained quite a bit of body weight and was really concious how the external world would see me. Laura took me to a place that was run by an old lady with two Filipina workers. I was wearing a floral dress that day with a nicely tied pony tail. One of these ladies did my manicure and pedicure. I found it really relaxing. As I almost fell asleep, the other lady suddenly came from the back and pierced my right ear. "What the heck?" I opened my eyes and Laura was standing there smiling. She said, "you gotta do this honey - earrings would look so good on you." We came home that night with me wearing a pair of stud earrings that I countinued to wear till my piercings healed. I was very unhappy with Laura's betrayal. But she mentioned, "A lot of men wear earrings too. This is only going to help you for the time you live in this house Sam." In two more months, it started coming to me naturally as how to live life as Sam, the housekeeper. I was certrainly getting chubbier, I had larger breasts that actually needed a bra. Laura kept bringing me new clothese occassionally. Every day I stood in front of the mirror, I found myself to look softer and more feminine. My arms, by neck, my face, everything became prettier. On a nice sunny day Laura decided to dress me and take me out. I reluctantly allowed her to put makeup on my face, lipsticks, some expensive perfumes, a nice dress that she got me earlier. She made me wear shoulderbrush earrings, let me hair loose with some curls, gave me some bangles and ankle dainty! Then she pulled me in front of the mirror and gosh I was looking hot! I almost started getting hard. Laura said, "Look at Sam! She has earrings brushing on her neck, pretty hairdo, hanging boobs and pretty lips! Boys will die for her." It occurred to me that I was actually looking like a real girl and it would be hard for anyone to tell that I was male. Laura said, "Sam you don't have to worry anymore - nobody can tell that you aren't a woman!" We did go out that night and ate at a very nice restaurant. At the end, Laura shared a news. Her father, Hank was coming back to live with her. I knew what was coming! I said, "Well, I am happy that I am going back to my normal life and leaving before he arrives! I don't want to be caught by him as a boy masquerading here. He will get me arrested!" Laura laughed. "Are you crazy? He cannot tell that you are a boy! But if you want to continue, I can get you some clinical help. Your bulging groin may put you in trouble. I have to call my doctor friend and find out what we can do to hide your excitement!" I was skeptical. "How will a doctor help with this? I will go back to living as the old Sam and don't want to put you in trouble. Anyway it was meant to be a short term solution for my fucked up life. Tears came to my eyes." Laura said, "Don't lose hope. Something will come out! How about making it real? Like giving you some real boobs and tucking in your things down there?" I was really afraid now! "No Laura, you have done enough. I don't want to be a burden on you and definitely do not want to die attempting a weird opeartion for the purpose of survival. I was very unaware of this kind of medical treatments." "Trust me! You called me your family one day," Laura said. "After my father arrives and gets introduced to you, I will take you away for a couple of months. Then you can come to stay with us again!" I was confused. "Why would you take me away?" Laura smiled. "To let him realize how much you are needed for our household. My father is a lazy man as my mother used to say. He cannot find anymore better than you to take care of our household. I can arrange for your accommodation and clinic visits in the meantime." Not clearly knowing what to say - I had to agree. Now that I look girly enough, Laura introduced me to some of her neighbors. They all saw me once in a while in the backyard, but never had a chance to talk to me! While I was not happy being introduced as a lady, I was at least not afraid of runnign into them once in a while. Laura only wanted me to talk in higher pitch, which I learned over the last couple of months. Survival was not easy but I did have to make sacrifices like these! I wasn't too convinced, but leaving this relatively easier life extremely difficult! With the help of Laura's doctor, she booked me for a cosmetic procedure. I signed a lot of disclosure documents which basically said that I was a woman in a man's body and I needed this to overcome my depression etc. None of these were really true apart from the fact that I had no future as a young man and I did not even read these agreements carefully. Laura said that this was to protect me from being evicted by Hank. So I follwed her advice. Laura started a new job locally, so it was hard to find a good time when she could take a few days off to see through my procedure. I was started on medications that got me very soft and fat tissues took over my physique. From cup muscles to thighs, from bum to the waiste I became soft and chubby. On the day of the procedure I learned that I would get a breast implant. Everything went so fast and the surgeon and nurses made it feel like it was a very normal surgery, so there was nothing very unusual going on. They did call me as "she", which was coming naturally by then. I was given a pair of massive 44DD breasts. This was the size Laura picked. She said "this would be the right size for your body Sam. " She also said that my body would look like that of a fourty plus woman. A week after gaining conciousness and exploring my body again, I found that my new breasts are heavy to deal with, and quite tight on the skin. The pain went away in the next couple of weeks as I continued to take sedatives and other pain medication. I had to wear a special bra for additional support for this period till the doctor ruled out the need for it. Laura was busy at her job and helped me with ordering food as I was healing. A month before Hank was arriving, I resumed my household work. It was not easy; the massive breasts were coming in my way every time I bent forward to cook, to clean and to reach something. The weight pulled be forward and changed my posture of walking. So far, Laura was being supportive saying, "Sam, sorry that it is so painful, but you know, my friend said it would go away in a couple of weeks." Sometimes she said "I am sorry that you had to do this, but imagine, you can now go out to the world and nobody is going to suspect who you were, Sam!" But after my healing, one weekend Sam stood at the corner of the kitchen and admired by new posture. She said, "Not Mrs. Smith, but you like kind of my mother! I look so natural Sam, I am glad that you did this for us!" I felt the shame of being called a naturally feminine person, but I was also satisfied that I was making Laura happy, well someway. Laura's father; Hank arrived a couple of weeks later. He was A cigar smoking grey haired average looking person that I only saw in pictures. On the day he was picked up by Laura by the airport, he walked straight into his bedroom for a bath. He came back saying, "Wow, my room feels like it was twenty years ago!" Laura said, "That's Sam, Daddy! She has been taking the best care of our household!" Hank said, "Thanks Sam! I see why Laura always says good things about you. Can you please get us a coffee please?" "Of course, Sir." I took off for the kitchen. I was wearing a special full length dress and dangling earrings for him today. Hank responded saying, "You can call me Hank!" For the next two months, Hank remained mostly in his bedroom. He occassionally called his friends back in Alabama and spent his evenings in the leaving room sipping bourbon and smoking cigars. I kept the house spotlessly clean and brough him food, drinks, coffee - whatever he asked for. Lauren got a promotion in the office and was busy. I used to spend my spare time in my bedroom. With Lauren's insistence I picked you feminine habits like knitting. Hank would see me knitting outside and would occassionally ask about my family and friends - to which I would mention that I had no surviving member. Otherwise Hank was a manly man who would stay away from women. On the eve of the next year, one morning Laura surprised me in front of my father saying "Daddy, I didn't tell you this, but Sam has to go away for sometime to dispose off a property she owns back in Colorado!" Hank wasn't happy - saying, "Well who will take care of the household then. Sam do you have a friend who can fill in?" I didn't know what to say when Lauren added, "Don't worry Dad, I will manage it! You may have to put up with me taking care of this as I was once upon a time." Hank looked worried and said, "Okay, let's see how that goes." Later Lauren showed up in my bedroom and said, "Sorry to go with this unannounced! I am just making sure that my Dad realizes what it means to have this house without you Sam!" I said, "But what am I supposed to do for these many months? It will cost me a lot of money and I don't know what we are getting out of it." "Don't worry honey!" Laura pulled a few papers out of her handbag. "Just sign on these and you will be taken care of! You will spend a couple of months in a hospital and then in a rehab center in Colorado; right next to the mountains." Worried and a little scared, I asked, "Why in Colorado? Are you sure?" She mentioned, "You will see! Calm down now and leave it to me." It was a long drive from early morning to late evening. Laura said shed would return the next day on the way. I carried some of my clothes as Laura mentioned that I did not need to worry about anything. The next morning I went to a doctor's office where they did my blood test. I was scheduled for a "surgery" again the next day. They also made me sign on a few other papers that had my social security number mentioned. Laura took me to the hotel next door for the night and disclosed that "they will tuck things between your legs Sam so you do not get hard in front of my father. I do not want him to find out about you. I took advice from my doctor friend and after checking your reports - she gave a go ahead so you do not have to go back to be homeless." I was wheeled in to the surgery room the next day. This was the second time I was going under the knife. The surgeon and the nurses did not talk at all as I passed out. --- The Body of a Woman --- I woke up groggy and dry in my mouth after the procedure. This was very different from the last time when I had a boob job. For a whole week I was not able to talk and remained disoriented. Then one morning I felt better and a nurse came to check me! She said, "Hello beautiful, how are you feeling?" I said, "Better!" The nurse said, "Would you like to sit up or take a walk?" "I would like to, yess!" Over the next few days I had to put up with a swelled crotch with catheter support to pee. I had no feelings between my legs due to painkillers and ice bags working together. The nurse did help me walk even though there was a massive bandage there and it felt like I had a huge penis and gigantic pair of balls packed there. The doctor came once every day, talked to the nurse and check me in my affeted area. I was afraid to talk! Next week the nurse asked, "Do you know what has been done to you, Sam? As you slowly recover and your swelling comes down, you will know!" That was my least favorite topic to talk about, after not seeing Lauren for weeks, having the constnt pain and grogginess, and the aversion to see the bloody surgery! Finally, Lauren arrived after three weeks on a saturday morning. The nurse opened the door saying, "You have a visitor, Sam!" Lauren came with some flowes and a lot of smile and genty put the flowers on a vase. I was so pissed with her. "So you remember me? I thought I was dying here!" With that, I started sobbing! "Oh don't be so silly Sam! I was so busy at work but I kept getting your updates! Very soon you will come home with me!" After some chit chat, the nurse said that if I was ready, Lauren and I can see the outcome of the surgery! Lauren said, "Let's do that!" The nurse excitedly helped me sit straight on the gynological chair, tied me legs on the stirrups and went out to roll in a rounded mirror! She said, "The doctor already unbandaged you, but we were looking for the swelling to go down! It is a perfect day that things have almost gone down and Lauren is here!" I was very scared, but I did not want Lauren to know that! As the nurse slowly removed the bandages, my biggest nightmare came to the light! The nurse smiled as said, "Welcome to womanhood, Sam dear!" Laura looked at it for ten seconds, clapped, twirled and whisled. Then she hugged me saying, "Perfect! You are so beautiful there Sam!" I looked at the mirror again! They gave me a full fledged vagina with big pouty lips next to swelled labia. It looked scary with the scars. I just closed my eyes and was immediately in tears! Laura got me fixed, there is no going back. The nurse said that they have been packing the vagina to stuff it so it does not close. She was dilating me when I was unconcious. But going forward I had to learn to dilate it till I was out of danger. She brought a box of dilators of different sizes. As I looked at the colorful dilators of different sizes, Laura was smiling and holding my hand! She wanted to give me hope and courage! When the nurse left, I asked Laura, "So this was your plan all along? To turn me into a woman and keeping me as your housekeeper?" Laura did not seem upset! She said, "For the record, we have all the paperwork that said you wanted to become a woman and wanted a gender confirmation surgery! With the help of my doctor friend, you got the best care." As I started sobbing again, she said, "Look Sam, I am sorry that I did not make everything so clear. But I did not really think that you could ever go out and suport yourself. You took my offer to stay in my house and put up with all the things I offered. You never did anything to go outside this life. I certainly knew that this was the best deal that you got! And when you continued to take the first leap of surgery, I figured that you may not be that averse to feminization. You would become a female if you continue to live this life. With consultation, I increased your hormonal doses. When we came here, the surgeon found your boy to have the right conditions for the opeation. Anyway, there is no going back Sam. You may sue me but you will still live as a girl for the rest of your life." My sobbing converted into loud crying. "You killed me Sam. You killed my identity as who I used to be." Sam snapped, "Not at all. You will get your ID documents re-adjusted with your new gender. That's the gender you held on to for your survival. If you want, you can change your name as well." I felt betrayed. "Sam, I loved you! Why did you do this to me, why...." Sam stood up in disapporval. She said, "You cannot love me because I am a girl and I was not attracted to you ever. You were a sweet friend and I would like to keep it this way. You walking around in the house with a boner was not going to help you. Thank me for fixing that." Then with a pause she said, "Besides, you are now a woman! The sooner you realize it, it would help you live the rest of your life peacefully!" With some heated arguments and discussions with Lauren, the weekend was spent in a jiffy! Lauren got me pizza and explained to me that I had no choice! She said, i would be soon transferred to a rehab center where a couple of lady caretakers will help me dilate, teach me how to take care of my lady parts and live like a woman. I had to practice living as a complete woman and learn the hygienic standards that I did not have to follow earlier. I had to learn to use the bathroom tissue differently. Laura kept some instructions with the nurses and caretakers that included step by step morning to night activities that I had to learn with the help of the women in charge. The surgeon only came to visit me once every week at this time. I wanted to be heavily sedated till the pain subsided completely, but my medication was slowly reduced as the swelling completely went away. --- Body of a Woman --- Two months post op, after a painful dilation one morning I felt like I could not take it anymore. I screamed at the nurse and she in turn reported this to Laura during her visit the following weekend. "Why are you being so difficult with dilation Sam? And why are you not wearing the hoop earrings that I asked you to always wear"? Laura sounded concerned as she closed the door behind her to help us get some privacy in the room. I said, "I am not sure if I want this." "What do you mean? You cannot fend for yourself on your own! This is a much better deal than anything that you could do with an unfinished college degree and unfinished transition"! I said, "I can try, I can go out and get a job that I had!" "Oh come on Sam, don't be stupid!" Lauren laughed! "You realize that you are a voluptuous silly woman now, right? Nobody will recruit you without you having any education or experience. Did you see how you mince when you walk? Maybe I can record it from behind and show you! Do you know that the perimeter of your rounded boobs are visible from every angle and corner of the room and outside? Your nipples are also visible through your top. And do you know that your soft, fatty and skinny arms cannot move anything that a man is able to lift?" Being suddenly conscious, I just covered by chest with my arms on top of the rehab gown. Laura laughed! "Thanks to the procedure, your body is that of a forty plus something woman! If you do not realize yet, your hard nipples drop to the level of your elbows. So you have to wear larger support bra all the time. Besides how do you feel between your legs these days, darning?" I felt like crying! It must be the effect of estrogen. Laura sat down on my bed and continued excitedly! "When you walk, your upper thighs brush and you know that you have nothing between your legs. That's why there are these two inches gap! That's a woman's vagina sitting there honey, your pussy that is! When you walk, when you sit, when you stand or when you touch yourself - you know that you are a woman, a female, a creature who can be fucked by a man! For you are not a man, you are a "she"!" At this moment I started sobbing! Tears came rolling down my cheeks, and messed with my eyeliners. Laura became a little calm and hugged me! Her boobs touched and compressed against mine. She said, "You went all the way down to get the surgery! Accept yourself now and be one of us! I mean accept the fact that you are a woman. I will be with you as I have always been. I promise, you will be a happy woman." I said, "I still want to do more in life." Laura looked at me and said, "Silly woman, right now you cannot do anything more than managing our household as a maid. Stay as a permanent maid and we will see what can be done to you! My father and I are much happier with you ever since my mother left and I do not want to lose you honey." I nodded. Laura hugged me hard and kissed by cheek. Our breasts got pressed again. Looking in my eyes, in a low voice she said, "Fill your soft bosom with love and affection like a woman. And a woman's golden heart is what you need to grow behind these." She pinched in the sides of my left breast and giggled. Before leaving, Laura let me stand in front of the mirror and see me wear the golden hoop earrings that she said she got from her mother's jewelry box. She said, "Awww she looks so pretty and feminine as she puts on her earrings." She also asked me to brush my hair and put some makeup on by myself. Once she was satisfied, she picked up her handbag and left. In the next two months I was recuperating in the rehab center, having extensive physical therapy. But finally, time came for me to go back home. I mean Laura's home where I was working as a maid. The constant feel of my boobs, my neck, the slit between my legs, my toes and the rest of my body was a new experience. I did feel more feminine. On the day I departed, I was asked by my caretaker to dress in an extremely feminine way. As I was walking to Laura's car, I realized that I had my curled hair, earrings, my jiggly boobs and butt, my skirt, and a handbag hanging loose from my body on a windy day and yet I was balancing neatly on a pair of high heeled shoes. I shook my head and removed hair from my face using my fingers with extended pink nails like a woman. Laura smiled and said, "I am impressed! You are a hottie my dear." On arrival, Hank was waiting at the front door. He gave me a passionate hug and said, "Miss Lawrence, we were missing you big time! Welcome back." --- Feeling of a Woman --- The next summer came sooner. After my surgery, Laura was being extra caring of me, buying me new jewelries and makeup kits to keep me cheerful. With my man parts gone, my testosterone levels bottomed. With periodic hormone shots, my boobs and butt continued to grow at an accelerated pace. I was not still very positive about the whole surgery thing. Handling daily chores and weekend salon visits with Laura, I was getting tired and bored with the routine life. Laura brought me lots of Yoga Pants, tights, Jeans and ladies short shorts! While going out, Laura wanted to make sure that my crotch is visible to the world as having a vagina in it. I looked like any other woman between my legs. In between, Laura continued to embarrass me saying things in person and in public. In one occasion she took me to a women's spa with a Turkish hamaam inside. While sitting in the hot tub, all women were topless and they were into friendly chatting. I in brief glances, I stared at Laura's and some other womens' breasts. Lauren whispered, "You don't look at other women's tits like that. Did you look at your own rack? You are a buxom woman yourself. You should chat with these women about family and housework - understood Sam?" With that she looked into my eyes and giggled! I felt a strange sensation on my clitoris or what was left of my penis after the gender confirmation surgery, not sure if it was this sexual humiliation or just a womanly thing. On another occasion - Laura got me an evening dress from her mother's wardrobe and said that it would fit and I should try it! She mentioned that my boobs and butts have similar proportions to her mother's! Once I wore the dress, she put makeup on me. Suddenly Hank came downstairs and got a shock in seeing me in his ex's dress. But he complimented saying "you look beautiful in this Sam!" I blushed and ran to the kitchen to hide from them! One evening, to my surprise, Laura brought home her new boyfriend - Peter. Peter was a handsome young man who I could recognize to be from the college, but at least a year's senior. He certainly did not recognize me. Laura introduced me as the governess of the house. They kissed each other passionately in front of me in the living room, while I had to walk to my bedroom to give them privacy. After Peter went home post dinner, Laura came to my bedroom and said, "Sorry honey, I didn't mean to!" She sounded very drunk. I was a little uncomfortable but I did not say anything! Laura continued. "You must be jealous that I am in love with this guy, right?" I did not know what to say. Laura said, "You know once you were after me. You may have also come to work in our household because of me." I said, "Why are you saying all of these to me now, Laura?" Laura mentioned, "I want you to accept your reality, Sam! Peter is a handsome young man! You know, a man that has a dick and a career, to give a woman like me a nice life. You are a forty plus woman. You have a vagina, a soft motherly caring body and a soft mind. You feel yourself between your legs, in front of your jiggly chest, in your big round ass and your pretty little feet. You are a person that does nail-polish, make-up and hair. You feel yourself when you walk in your panties, skirts and high heels. As a woman, you also need a man to take care of you, to rely on." I almost started crying - I covered my nose and mouth with my scarf. "Come on now, you should have no trace of testostarone left in your body. You are a woman pumped with only female hormones! If that attracts you to Peter, I would understand that. Every bitch in the world gets wet by looking at Peter!" Laura continued. "But to make you feel any better, Sam, you and I are the same now. We are pussies! We need strong men to put ourselves in our places. That is our destiny honey. So don't ever think of having me as a partner. Because you are a lady now and you need a man to live your life." With this, she left. I sat on my bed for a very long time. She was right! I may have been jealous for a second that Laura sensed, but I am a pussy now! I am a woman! A woman that only knows housework. A woman that needs care, physical and emotional. To relax, I removed by shoes, took off my stockings, my skirt, my blouse and finally my bra. Heavy weights of my soft breasts hung down and slapped on my upper abdomen before swinging left to right. The hard nipples and soft tissues sprang free. I lifted their heavy weight and gently squeezed them. The sensation was so calming. Struggling to hold my huge soft boobs with my left hand, I used my right hand fingers to touch myself between my legs! "Aah..." a feminine moan came out of my vocal chords. It was a long day of housework. I started making a circular move around my clitoris. Yes, I felt so good. I felt so perfect! I was accepting it! I was on the path of accepting who I had become. --- My family --- A year passed with Laura putting more time in her job and me taking care of the household as usual. Hank loosened up and started chatting with me during the day about his early life in Alabama, his career, the loss of his ex-wife etc. I only complimented him, smiled at him and tried to keep him happy. One afternoon I came out of the shower wearing my bath robe and I heard the smoke alarm going off in the kitchen. I had to run to the kitchen to take care of it - only to find that Hank was already there. With my wet hair and bare feet, I ran in and found him turning off the alarm and the smoky oven. Very ashamed of this, I apologized to him. He looked into my eyes, suddenly grabbed my waist, and kissed me passionately on my lips. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't push him out. I hung my head in shame as I was kissed by a man for the first time and I did not know what to do. But he immediately apologized to me and said that I looked so "hot" and "beautiful" after shower that he could not resist. I immediately ran upstairs to head back to the bathroom. Not knowing what to do - whether to complain to Laura about this creepy old man or to run away, I was stressed. I didn't know if I had any other options. I decided to consider this as an exception and move on. And then it happened again! One afternoon I was cleaning the kitchen when Hank came and gave some flowers to me! My pink hormones must have triggered then - I suddenly felt an attraction towards Hank, his broad shoulders, his grey hair, his dark blue eyes and the smell of his cigars. I just hugged him and kissed him on his lips. I also started observing myself as how feminine my mannerisms have become. I was naturally looking through the corner of my eyes, smiling, leaning my head, playing with my hair, moving my arms and legs like a woman! Nobody taught me these. My body and soul was in love with a man, even through some conciousness within me hated the idea. Finally - one evening when Laura was out for business travel, Hank ordered dinner with some very nice wine. Followed by that, Hank held my hand and took me to his bed room. He kissed me all over. Playfully he undressed me and made love to me! What am I saying? I am thinking like a lady - yes he had sex with me and he made me cum. It was painful at the beginning, but the end was perfect! I gave him blowjobs and licked him clean. Once he passed out, I came back to my bed room and tried to sleep for the rest of the night, shivering in excitement. My household responsibilities did not feel like routine chores anymore. It felt like it was my own house with my own rights on things. Very soon, Hank caught me off guard by offering me an engagement ring and a pledging to have a court marriage. Followed by my tearful acceptance he became extra nice to me, getting me expensive perfumes, dresses and shoes that I never knew I could afford. In fact, I did not even know their make and brands growing up. Hank also took me around on his car, making me more public and introducing me as his partner. This was the first time in life someone called me a partner. A part of me was still protesting the fact that a middle-age man was my partner, but another part felt very safe, cared for and feminine. The "good news" was shared by Hank on a dinner table with Laura and Peter on a Friday evening. Laura's eyes were wide open in pleasant surprise as she covered her mouth. Then she screamed and cried to congratulate Hank and I - saying this was by far the best news she got in years. She hugged us both and offered to be a witness to the marriage registration. Hank was a shy guy and was not keen on throwing a reception at this age, but he made sure that I take the new name as "Mrs. Elizabeth Gilmore", after the name of his ex-wife. I was overdue for my name change post-surgery anyway. All paperwork was taken care of by Laura's lawyer and I was soon going to be the official member of the Gilmore family. I also moved to Hank's bedroom now with full access to the wardrobe, jewelries and old belongings of Elizabeth. My brain was still thinking like a man, as I continued to watch other women and their bodies. Laura thought it was normal for women to watch other women. At the same time I was in love and had a lot of gratitude for Hank, my beloved husband. Our sex life was not too frequent, but was full of love and excitement. This old man knew how to make his wife feel like a lady. But as an eccentric trait, he had a fetish for bondage. Sometimes he used to cuff my elbows and wrists behind my back and fuck me in missionary style. Without my arms hodling them, my heaving soft breasts used to flatten and go allover the place as he used to get more and more aroused. But he loved me a lot too, saying I was the most beautiful fairy and he wanted to cut off my wings so I could never fly away from him again. It was a fall afternoon. I was trying to clean the backyard with a rake, when Hank came to help me lifting and removing the leaves. Laura and Peter came back from work and offered us some drinks in the backyard. As we settled in, Laura mentioned that she had two announcements to make. The first one was anticipated - her and Peter were dating for quite some time. Their employer is starting a new business in California and they both were getting a big pay raise if they took the offer to move to San Diego. So they wanted to get married and move to San Diego to start their family. While this was a very good news, Hank was happy and sad at the same time to hear this. Then came the next annoucement. Laura said that she proposed a change of dynamics in our relationship. Since I was now officially Mrs. Gilmore, she proposed that her and Peter both call me as "Mother." To which Hank said, "I would like that!" Then he turned to me and said, "Honey, being a mother of my baby is a big responsibility - I hope you can handle that." I clearly felt embarrassed for being called by Laura as her mother - I just nodded and said, "Don't worry honey, even if it may not be easy to replace a biological mother, I will try my best." To that, Laura cruelly joked saying, "Oh don't worry Mom! I would pretend and tell people that I came out of your vagina and suckled your tits when I was a baby and you were a young woman!" Then she mischievously stared into my eyes and started giggling. It was extremely uncomfortable for me in front of two men, but I nervously smiled at her joke. After that, Laura and Peter never called me by my name. I was always mother, mom, ma or mommy! That night before going to bed, I stood in front of the mirror! I did look and move like a Mom. Laura got it right. She made me into this buxom large eyed soft motherly creature! I wiped my tears and changed myself to my night dress. When Laura and Peter's wedding planning started between the two families, Laura's mischiefs continued. Peter's mother Allen flew in to meet us along with Peter's step sister Jenna. We went together to do shopping and tailoring. While taking measurements, Laura suddenly mentioned that, "This needs big modifications to the top. My mom's boobs are like water melons!" Jenna responded saying her mother's sagged and went to the sides under her arms. Allen snapped, "Shut up Jenna!" Since both Allen and I were wearing tight pants, Laura and Jenna later made fun of our puffy camel toes. Jenna said, "Ny mom's labia can hold a straw and drink from it." To which Laura said, "My mom's vag is already wet. But it's sad pout is due to her menopause"! All four women had a shrill laugh. I knew that Laura was still constantly putting me in my place since I was expected to socialize with women like this going forward. I was a bit upset with her and I avoided talking much to her that evening. Laura sensed that and came to talk to me later. She said, "Mom, I am sorry for playing this womanly joke on you!" I responded saying, "Don't do it to your mom honey." She sat next to me, kissed me and admitted that, "I know that I am responsible for your feminine assets. But when someone teases, a woman has every right to be emotional, get back home and put on some sexy dress and makeup to feel silly and happy again." I asked if she could help me reducing this embarrassing size of my boobs; to which she said, "Take permission from your hubby, woman." While intimately asking Hank, I learned that Hank liked me the way I was. He said he finds me helplessly struggling and embarrassed with my boobs that makes me very sexy and him horny. He jokingly said that if I wanted to reduce body parts, he would rather be happy with me removing both of my arms but will never allow my boobs to be reduced! That was the end of the discussion! Before the wedding, Laura got very body conscious! She continued to ask me to measure her body to make sure that she was losing weight. A week before her wedding Laura stood naked in front of me and asked me how she looked! I said, "you look sexy my dear"! She was glad that her hard workout paid off. Then she said, "Mom, I am sure you were looking at me as a woman looks at her child, right? I don't want you to have any man thoughts ever! Anyway, you do not have a dick to get hard. If you feel any excitement between your soft legs and juicy slit, I would be very surprised! As you know, you have only female hormones in you system now!" And then she burst into laughter. I said, "enough Laura! This is no way to talk to your mother! Your father wouldn't like it." Laura laughingly said, "Sorry Mom," put on her jeans and t-shirt, gave me a hug and left the room. --- My Dear Daughter's Wedding --- By Hank and Laura's request I had to go for a special mother's dress. It was gorgeous, but it had a lot of cleavage in the front. Hank didn't mind because he might have wanted to show off the assets of his beautiful wife. Laura just giggled and said, "Let the people see to the boobs that I suckled Mom!" She also bought me an expensive pendant that rested right on the top of my cleavage! When I protested saying this can bring the focus of people on to my cleavage, she responded saying, "Come on Mom, don't be a difficult woman! Can't you do this much for me?" I had a great time in the evening of the wedding day, dancing with Hank and several other guests as champagne and nice wine continued to flow. I must say that I was tremendously uncomfortable while brushing my gigantic breasts while dancing. I had to say "sorry" several times during the evening as my boobs touched them invuntarily. Regardless, everybody congratulated me for being such a lucky mother of the lovely bride. Laura gave me and Hank a big hug, whispered, "I love you momma," and drove off with her new husband as Hank and I returned to our hotel. --- Life goes on --- It has been months Laura and Peter have moved to California and started their own little family. She calls me sometimes to discuss her household problems and her in-laws. We are the best friends. Laura also occasionally sends me gifts like cooking apparatus, jewelries and in one occasion a very nice pair of old lady shoes. Everything she buys me is for middle age women, probably still reassuring my position as an old female homemaker. She also gave me a fitness regimen and a gym membership so I stay in shape as an attractive woman. Six months later, as a complete surprise, she sent Hank and I return air tickets to San Diego, where she lived with Peter. This would be for the Christmas weekend and she mentioned that she had a second surprise for us. It is an early morning flight so I work up much earlier when Hank was still asleep after making love with me the previous night. I went to the bathroom to clean myself, take a warm bath and prepare to leave. I wore a floral perfume of Tom Ford; put on a new white bra that Hank presented me on my last birthday, hooked to my back and adjusted my large breasts in the cups. I pulled a pair of black cotton panties and put on my favorite yoga pants on top of it for a comfortable flight. Due to my slight weight gain in my butt, the yoga pant created a tight soft camel toe between my legs. But it is just alright for women sometimes. I sat in front of my vanity mirror and gently started brushing my hair. Suddenly Hank came from behind, passionately kissed my neck and gently held my breasts. I felt so good, so feminine and aroused! As he went to take a shower, I made us coffee, a pair of omelets and toasted bagels with cream cheese - something that Hank would love to have on a quick breakfast. By now I tied my hair in a pony tail and wore the teardrop dangling earring that Laura got me. After a couple of hours, Peter and Laura picked us up from the San Diego airport. Over the dinner Laura shared the news ? she was pregnant with a baby girl. Hank was ecstatic! Laura was in tears of joy to tell me that I was going to become a grandmother! While in the kitchen she told me that I would be an awesome grandma for my grandchild and it would be very helpful if I stay around at her place for the time of her delivery! I was in tears too. Laura jokingly said, "we will be pink majority Mom ? three girls in this house, definitely more vaginas than dicks here." She was right, that?s what I was, a soft, busty, feminine woman in yoga pants and bob earrings who was about to become a grandma! Of course I had to talk to Laura?s local friends and other family members to host her baby shower. This has to be a girly girls? event. --- Becoming Grandma --- Little Gloria is two years now. I can?t wait to hear the little girl call me "grandma"! I am also planning to learn to bake a couple of things for the little one. And based on Laura?s inputs, no more yoga pants. I must wear the grandmotherly bob earrings, large eyeglasses and loose blouses in front of my growing granddaughter to be a good influence. Hank also thinks I should only wear skirts and dresses for my voluptuous body, which I accepted. Two years later after Hank died of a massive heart attack, Laura and Peter came to stay with me for a few days. They just went on to watch a movie while I sit Gloria. I love her, even though she is not my real granddaughter. I think and feel so feminine that I almost always sense the motherly affection when I look at her. I know that I can never give birth to a baby of my own, but at least I can hold my little nugget on my soft bosom and comfort her. I know that I did not have the experience of growing up as a girl, but I landed the matured womanhood somehow. I am so thankful to Laura for that. She is my daughter and I am proud of her for giving me a life and helping me accept it. I know that since I am of the age of Laura, I will probably live much longer. That way, a loving mother - daugher relationship would keep me going as I prepare to spend more than half of my life as Mrs. Elizabeth Gilmore, widow of Mr. Hank Gilmore. Laura is a senior executive of a company now. But she managed to take a whole week off till her father's funeral. The day after, in tearful eyes she offered me to leave and find a partner if I wanted. I said, "No Laura! I became Elizabeth for Hank and for you! There is no Elizabeth living with another man!" We both cried. Hank left all his assets to Laura and me as per his will. I got a handsome pension, sufficient to run my life and household where only I lived. I only want to embrace the best time of my life with my husband Hank in that house. Outside my house, I tried to make some friends in the neighborhood and only found other ladies to be friends. I could not make any men friends - probably because I never had older male friends in a very long time. I used to go to the salon and spa once every week with my girl friends. During this phase I dyed my hair silver-grey that made me look appropriate for who I was. I also took to wearing clothes appropriate for a woman of late forties. My breasts became saggy and grew to a gigantic size now, but for an older woman it was not that uncommon. After a few months, Laura planned to visit me with Gloria! I was very excited to see my daughter and granddaughter. The day they arrived, after putting Gloria to bed I felt tired and sat on my couch. The afternoon sun fell on my face, I stopped thinking about life, loosened my silver-grey hair bun, fiddled with my pearl bob grandma-earrings and then concentrated in knitting a sweater for my granddaughter. This seemed to be so perfect and permanent! A life of peace, calm and predictability! Laura no longer had to remind that I was a woman, since she knew that I was in my body and soul a woman! My name is Mrs. Elizabeth Gilmore. And this was my story!