From alt.sex.stories.tg Fri Dec 13 11:51:36 1996 Path: nienor.IN-Berlin.DE!sauveur!IN-Berlin.DE!fub!fu-berlin.de!news.nacamar.de!news.apfel.de!nntp.zit.th-darmstadt.de!nntp.uio.no!sn.no!news-stkh.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news-lond.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!netcom.net.uk!ix.netcom.com!news Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Organization: Netcom Lines: 255 Message-ID: 58oe7g$f13@dfw-ixnews10.ix.netcom.com NNTP-Posting-Host: mon-ca5-04.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Dec 12 2:02:56 AM CST 1996
Hey, this one I actually wrote! I haven't posted this one in a long time; in fact, I don't think it's ever made ins 'Net debut, so tonight's the night.
If you're under 18, don't read this! Go check out rec.art.anime.creative instead! :)
Family Changes
By Mellissa Lynn
My wife, Katie, had known about my transvestite tendencies for some time, and had been fully willing to incorporate them into her own fantasies. We've played out hundreds of scenarios using our imaginations and wardrobes. We've went shopping, to clubs, out for weekend jaunts, and to social events for others like me. Every Halloween we fully swap roles; she becomes a man for the day and I become a woman.
One day, about three months before my birthday, she sat down next to me on the couch. I was sitting comfortably in a T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt showed the outline of my bra quite clearly, and there was no discernable bulge at my crotch. I have to digress a little and explain.
Katie and I were fairly well off, due in part to an inheritance I had received early in our marriage, and our own hard work following it. I was a contributing editor at Newsworld magazine, and Katie was a plastic surgeon at the clinic nearby. This became quite handy for us after she found out about me.
There's not much to tell about that. I simply sat her down one day and told her how I felt. I showed her pictures of me dressed. I had pictures from as far back as when I was a teenager. She asked me why I hadn't told her before; I answered that I hadn't really known how. It had taken me this long (almost a decade after we were married) to gain the courage. I asked her if this bothered her.
She answered no, it was a relief! She'd wondered where a few items in her wardrobe had come from; she didn't recognize them! She'd inadvertently gotten some of my female clothes mixed up with hers. We laughed, then she asked me to dress for her.
I had wanted to do just that for a long time, and wasted no time complying. I told her to go out for a few hours, and I'd be ready when she came back. She left with a smile.
I coated myself in Nair, masked my face, and picked out my outfit while I waited for the stuff to work. After the time had passed, I stepped into the shower and cleaned it all off. I marveled at the silky-smooth feeling of my skin against the towel as I dried off. Quickly I shaved my face close and went to get my lingerie. First came my gaffe, which tucked my bulge neatly away. Next I put on my black waist cincher, which took me nicely to a trim 30-inch waist. I stepped into the matching panties, then put on pantyhose. I taped up my chest to make some cleavage, and inserted my falsies into the cups.
Next came my makeup. I put on a light coat of foundation, blush and lipliner, just enough to subtly enhance my best features. I didn't like to look overly made-up.
I went back into the bedroom and stepped into my black sweater- dress. I had debated on something more fancy, but decided to show Katie how I liked to be - comfortable. I pulled my auburn wig out of its box, put it on, adjusted it, and gave it a few quick brushes to make the style perfect. As I stepped into my pumps, I heard the front door open. I grabbed my purse, took one last quick look in the mirror, and started downstairs.
Well, Katie was amazed. She took one look at me and decided that she could live with having her husband become a girlfriend. We went out that night as women, Katie guiding me on how to perform in public, and soon I was able to pull off being a woman as well as any other woman could.
Katie gave me two presents for Christmas that year. She had me take time off from work, and checked me into the hospital. What she did is hard to describe. She gave me minor breast implants, just enough to look like pectoral muscles if I went bare-chested, but with an underwire bra and padding, I had deep cleavage.
She also rebuilt my manhood a little. She basically caused it to pull into me when it wasn't erect, in effect vanishing. She lodged my testicles inside permanently. A small bit of cosmetic surgery created the illusion of female genitals. It was rather bizarre for a short time after the operations, to reach between my legs and not find anything! Even more bizarre was the first time I tried to urinate standing! Unless I actually pulled it out, I had to sit to go, just like any other female.
Back to my birthday present. She sat next to me and began playing with my ample chest, then asked, "What do you want for your birthday?"
"I don't know. Are we going out?"
"Well...I was thinking. There is something I'd like to do with you for your birthday, but I don't know if you'll like it. Do you trust me?"
I looked down at myself, then at her and laughed. "Isn't that obvious?"
She had to grin. "Okay. I want to make you a woman. Almost completely. Permanently. To do this, there's certain things I have to do to prepare you for it. Are you willing?"
"What kind of things?" I asked. I was quite excited, but I wanted to know what I had to do.
"Well...we've been talking about you quitting from editing and just writing. How would you feel about doing that as a woman? I mean full-time, as in permanently? I can make you as beautiful as you want, you know that, and you've always written better as a woman than as a man anyway. What do you think of that idea?"
I was so excited I was almost shaking, but I sounded amazingly calm as I said, "But what about our parents?"
"Like I've spoken to mine anytime recently!" There was bad blood between Katie and the rest of her family; it was a situation I stayed completely out of. The only time I'd ever met her parents was at our wedding, where her father's final comment as he gave her away was, "Good riddance!"
"As far as your mom...well, I have something to confess. Your mother's known about you since you were a kid, long before you even started your photo album. Didn't you ever wonder why every once in awhile you'd mysteriously find stuff that just happened to fit you perfectly? Your mom was buying you things and hiding them so you wouldn't know she bought them. Don't tell her I told you this, by the way. When she told me, she wanted me to never tell you. I never have.
Got that?"
"What?" I grinned. "I heard a fly on the wall, is all."
"Good. Getting back to your present though, I'd be giving you breasts permanently. I'd have to do some work on your hips. I want to shave just a tiny bit of your Adam's apple. You'd have to take some electrolysis." She sat back. "That's all in preparation, though. I found a school to send you to. It specializes in hypnoteaching. You'd become instinctively female, except you'd be bisexual and always love me. You would have a lifetime enrollment, so anytime you decided you wanted to add something or delete something, it would just be a matter of going there again."
I could no longer contain myself. I was shaking from emotion. "What about ..." I asked breathlessly.
"Dear, that's MINE! That's not getting modified any further than it already is."
I thought for maybe a sixteenth of a second, then said, "Let's do it. How long do I have before going under the knife? I'm going to need time to clear my schedule of work."
"I know; that's why I'm asking now. Is a month enough time?"
Well, I cleared my work in less time than that, and handed in my resignation. When my boss asked why, I said, "I'm going to start a better life." He didn't understand, but that was probably for the best.
I won't go into details on the surgeries, but when I awoke, the first things I saw were my 38D breasts, lying heavily on my chest. I tried to speak, but my throat was still a bit sore from the surgery there.
I tried to shift a bit in bed, and realized I was immobile. A few seconds after I tried, Katie was there, looking down at me. She smiled and said, "Sorry, dear, if you move now you'll be in agony. Your hips and butt aren't fully healed from the surgery either. By the way, you're home now. How do you feel? Your throat's a bit sore, I know, but I have something for you to drink which will make it feel much better. Sip through this straw...how's that? Better? I thought so. Tomorrow you can get up; for right now, get some sleep."
I followed my doctor's advice, and my recovery went well. I found out I'd been in surgery for about three days, and it had been a total success. I was now physically a woman, with one exception. I also found out I was legally a woman. Katie had been able to get all the papers drawn up to create me a new identity.
I recuperated for about three weeks, long enough to learn how to walk with the changes in my hips, bust, and butt. The day came when I was supposed to go to school.
Katie came in and said, "Here dear. The school said you're to wear this uniform. That way they'll know to pick you up."
It was a checkered skirt and jacket, with a red blouse underneath. It fit a bit tightly, I thought, but it showed off my new figure nicely. I wasn't so happy about the adult-sized Mary Janes I had to wear, though. Still, I'd said I'd go, and we'd spent the money, so I didn't complain.
The school was very bizarre. Instead of teachers, we had Connectors, who set us up with the tapes and plugged us in. Once every two hours, they'd come and change the tape. We were in school all morning, a quick break for lunch, all afternoon, a quick break for dinner, and then to bed with a LONG tape, replaying a summary of what we'd covered that day.
I had thought I knew how to be a woman. This course showed me there was more to it than I'd ever thought! It became instinct to add just a touch of hip-wiggle, to take just a bit shorter steps, to subtly push my chest out a little bit. I learned how to control my voice, keeping it in a nice contralto. This was easy; Katie has tightened my vocal cords a bit while she shaved my Adam's apple.
I learned some other things I didn't understand the reasons for, like hair and nail care and cosmetology. I received lessons in poise and manners. I was taught how to tell what clothes looked best on me, and how to look my best in them.
At night I was given a tape to listen to that drills things directly into my subconscious. I wasn't aware of what was on these tapes consciously, but I could gradually feel a shift in my feelings toward myself and others. I began realizing that women were superior to men in every way, and I was lucky enough to have been given an invitation to be one. I found myself becoming more attracted to women than I ever was, but not in the same way. I wanted to be a woman with them, to share their joys and sorrows, to have their tragedies and triumphs. I found myself becoming a fully-realized woman, from the inside out.
At last graduation came. We were told we should wear the frilliest, most feminine outfits we had. Katie had visited me the weekend before, delivering a package and telling me not to open it until graduation. When I did, I found the most gorgeous dress! It was a spaghetti-strap backless black velvet evening dress, slit up the side. The neckline plunged, showing off my cleavage admirably. When I put it on, I had to go into the bathroom and take care of myself! I had never looked as seductively feminine as at that moment.
Katie was at the ceremony, of course, but I received a shock. She was wearing a three-piece suit! She explained that she wanted to make me feel as womanly as possible, and realized that the best way to do that was to let me be the only woman in the house. She'd only be a woman at work; the rest of the time, she was the man of the house, and I was her wife!
This was more than I had hoped for, and I hugged her hard. I noticed her chest felt smaller than it had been previously. I questioned her about it.
"I had them taken down to the size yours were. There's no need to let those underwire bras go to waste!" she said with a laugh. "I did a little something else that you'll like when we get home too."
She told me not to change until we got home. She packed my bags in the car, helped me in, and we drove home. As we neared the house, I got a bit nervous. This was the first time I'd been out in broad daylight outside the house, in my own neighborhood! What would the neighbors say?
That question was answered when we went inside. The women from every house on the block were there, with a banner that said, "Welcome to womanhood Denise!" And so I found out my new name. I liked it immediately.
I was quite nervous for the first few minutes of this impromptu party, but I realized I fit in perfectly, thanks to the school, and soon was totally at ease. I was floating on a cloud of femininity, in fact!
Suddenly I looked around and Katie was nowhere in sight. I asked about her, and the women all smiled mysteriously. Then music started playing, and Katie strutted out, in nothing but a G-string. I looked, and looked again. There was an unmistakable bulge in there!
She strolled around the room, then came up to me and sat on my lap. She put my hand on her crotch. and I realized that it was quite genuine! She whispered, "Another minor surgical miracle!" and kissed me, as a man kisses a woman.
I was putty in her (his?) hands, which suddenly seemed so strong. She (no, HE!) held me in his arms for quite some time, locked into that passionate liplock, then pulled away. "How do you like your surprise?" he asked in a husky voice. "You have one more, when we get to the bedroom."
That must have been a signal. The party was wrapped up in five minutes, with them all saying how nice I looked and how much I was welcome to join them at the community pool tomorrow, and this and that.
As soon as they were all gone, Katie said, again in that husky voice, "Feel yourself." I reached down and did so, and realized that there was an extra hole there! I don't know how or where it had come from; Katie said in her normal voice, "That was the last part of the surgery. You're a manmade hermaphrodite, and so am I. The only difference between us is your penis is on the top, and my pussy's on top. Oh, and of course you can't have kids."
Well, I'm going to end this story with a little bit of what happened between us that night. A VERY little bit! Let's just say that Katie had designed us perfectly; we fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces! There was one other minor difference between us; Katie had fashioned a clitoris into my pussy. It's a strange sensation indeed, to come as a man and a woman simultaneously! She couldn't come as a male, but someday she hopes science will catch up to us. Someday...
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